I was eighteen, and it wasn't my first time, but I wasn't very experienced. Let me back up, I was called by a Eli, someone who I had babysat for before when he went out. He and his wife had divorced several years before and he shared custody of his kids with his ex. He'd had plans for that weekend when his ex had been called out of town for a funeral, and didn't want to subject the kids to such a solemn occasion. He agreed and took the kiddos for the weekend, and then made arrangements for me to watch the kids for the night while he went out on his date.
Well, we got back to his place and he got a call from his date who cancelled. The kids were all right with that, and he told me that he'd pay me for my time, and give me a ride to church in the morning where I'd go home with my Mom. We talked at the kitchen table while the kids watched cartoons in front of the television. I grinned as I talked about my ex-boyfriend. He'd been my first, trouble was, I'd been his first too, so he got more pleasure out of it than I did. Eli laughed and talked about his first time when he was a sailor boy. The Philipines sounded like an exciting place for a sailor man. Eight-thirty rolled around and I wrestled the kids into bath and bed.
I had grabbed my bag before going into the bathroom, so, I stripped out of my clothes and relaxed into the shower. Secretly, I fantasized about Eli, he had experience that my ex didn't have, and thought he could teach me a few things. I dried off and slipped on my night shirt, I also neglected any underclothing. I grinned as I went down the hall and slipped into the king sized bed I would share with him that night. We'd done this before, and nothing had happened, so I knew it could be a quiet night as well.
