I Was Their Babysitter -

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inspired

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Author's Note:

This is the third part of the series, but my first time posting in this category. I hope you'll read parts 1&2 and find yourself wanting to check out the rest of my works while you wait to see what else I've got to share! Please *follow me* so you'll be the first to know when the next parts come out. I know you'll want to see what happens!

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Recap:

"Tomorrow night, our sleepover will be another introduction into our world. Are you ready for that, or do you need some time to process things?"

"I dare you to try to keep me away," I argued and winked at her as she tossed my panties at me. She'd had to pick up both pairs to compare them so she knew whose was whose.

"Tomorrow at 5:30pm, be here," Connie reminded me as I slipped my shirt back on. "What are we wearing?"

"Purple," I suggested and nodded when she nodded at me first. I walked up to her and laid a nice, long, deep kiss on her before I headed for the bar area to collect my jacket and purse. "See you tomorrow."

I Was Their Babysitter - pt. 3

I walked into my house and straight to my bedroom. I changed my panties so that the smell of my sexual encounter wouldn't be so obvious. I then went to help out with dinner since the time I'd come home was perfect. Besides, helping out meant less chance of unwanted attention.

As I laid in bed that night, I replayed my experiences with Mark and then with Connie. I had no need to touch myself, but I was definitely looking forward to what was going to happen the following night. I fell asleep envisioning every three-way I'd ever witnessed... in a movie, of course.

Throughout my workday, I was giddy. I couldn't wait to get home, pack, and get over to the house to hang out with my Mark and Connie. I had no idea I would take to the sexual world in this way, and the more I tried things out, the more I wanted... just

more

. And with every orgasm I experienced, a heightened sense of desire spread throughout my body. I had a feeling there was going to be very little I might say 'no' to, even if it was just to experience it once.

"Mom!" I yelled from the front door. "I'm heading over to the Dartmouths now. See you tomorrow morning?"

"The boys have a doctor's appointment at ten," Mom yelled back. "We'll see you after lunch."

"McDonald's!" Shawn yelled excitedly.

"Only if you're good!" Mom reminded them.

I rolled my eyes and made sure I had my keys. "I've got my keys. Bye!"

"Make sure you have your keys!" Mom yelled. Clearly, she hadn't heard me.

"Ugh," I groaned to myself and patted Scott's head. "Be good, sport," I encouraged him. When my seven-year-old brother wasn't sugared up or being misguided by his one-year-older brother, Shawn, he was a sweetheart.

"Love you, Sissy," Scott offered and hugged my waist.

"Love you more," I answered as usual. I headed outside with my duffle bag to make my way over to Mark and Connie's house. I knew I could drive if I wanted to do so, but fresh air wouldn't kill me. I knew I was going to be feeling pretty hot very soon.

"Well, hello there," Mark greeted me. I smiled and accepted his hand when he offered it to welcome me into their home. "How was your walk over?"

"Brisk," I answered and laughed as he moved my hair from the back of my coat so he could help me out of it. "Not that I needed another reason to rush over here," I added and smiled at Connie as she rounded the corner to greet me.

"I can't imagine why you'd feel the urgency," Connie teased and took my hand to guide me into the dining area. "You didn't eat, did you?"

"No, I didn't have time between work and packing to come here," I justified. "By the looks of it, you guys were planning on having me over for dinner too, right?"

"Dinner. Dessert," Mark teased and winked at me as he walked behind the bar to make a drink. "Something like that. Want to try another cocktail before dinner?"

"As long as there's bread to chase it," I responded and took a seat on the stool. "What's the poison this time?"

"How about an amaretto stoned sour?" Mark offered and topped it off with an orange slice.

"Ooo, fancy," I noted and raised my glass in recognition. "Here goes."

"Here's the bread basket," Connie offered and set it down on the bar.

"Oh, my gosh," I reacted when I tasted the drink Mark had made for me. "That's yummy," I told them decidedly and took another large drink from my glass.

"Alright, take a roll, sippy," Connie teased and pointed into the basket.

Dinner was pleasant. Mark had Connie and me laughing at a story about work, and Connie told us about a few things the kids had said while at their grandparents' house.

"Did Janet love the idea?" I asked. I had given Connie and Mark the idea of giving her tickets to see her favorite group, and I offered to buy in on one ticket so I could attend with them since I had introduced her to the group in the first place.

"All three kids loved your gifts," Connie assured me, "but yes, Janet got so loud with her screams and cries that my parents had to leave the room for a bit to get away from the noise. She will surely tell you all about the research she's already done about parking, merchandise, where to eat beforehand, what time we will have to leave... She's so excited. It was a great idea."

"Jack can't wait to play his new game," Mark informed me. "When I talked with him that night, he got all mad that I hadn't sent the system with them when they headed up there. No matter what I said, he didn't believe that I didn't know that's what you got him."

"Aw! I'm sorry, Mark," I sympathized. "I guess I should have told you."

"You did, hun," Connie reminded me. "You told

me

. But I didn't take the system on purpose. My parents would have been furious if he had access to the game up there. The whole point was for the kids to spend time with them."

"Still doesn't get me out of trouble," Mark argued.

"Oh, boo-hoo," Connie faked her pity. "Poor you. You had to stay home and have one of the best lays of your life with our hot babysitter." I began to giggle behind my hand. "Oh, don't you go getting all giggly," Connie warned. "You two are going to be giving me a repeat performance this evening. I was able to see whatever the camera picked up the other night, but it will be nothing compared to the 360-degree angles from which I'll be watching tonight."

I let out a laugh when Mark and Connie both laughed out loud. Once my drink was finished, I turned to face Connie. "So, what about Chrissy?"

"You could have given her a paper doll, and she would have acted like it was the best, most expensive gift ever received by a fifth grader," Connie assured me. "The art set is perfect, Steph. She absolutely loves it."

"I had wanted to get you both something, but you kept insisting on just focusing on the kids."

"Well, I assure you, the gifts we've already received this week have far surpassed those which could be bought," Mark promised.

"And with what's to come," Connie continued, "I believe we will all be very grateful to one another. Now, why don't Stephanie and I do the dishes. We will meet you out there in a little while," she informed Mark.

"That's a great idea," Mark replied and stood up from his chair. He leaned down to Connie and proceeded to give her a rather hot kiss. I couldn't stop staring. But then, apparently, he wasn't done. "Don't take too long," he requested and gave me a kiss equally as hot.

After blinking a few times, I shook my head and got up to head to the sink.

"He's kinda good at those, huh?" Connie teased.

"I'm not sure I have the right kind of panties on for this night," I noted and started running the water to fill the sink.

"Well, that certainly tells me that you have

exactly

the right kind of panties on," Connie countered, turned me around to face her, and wrapped her arms around my waist. "I can't decide which one of us, Mark or myself, is luckier to have you here tonight. Now, Mark got a kiss. Before we do these dishes, can I get a little preview?"

Rather than answering, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her neck. "I guess a little one couldn't hurt," I conceded and yelped when Connie met my lips with anything but a little kiss. I have no idea how long we'd been making out or how many moans had echoed off the walls, but it was Mark's interruption with a clearing of his throat that stopped it.

"Uh, any chance you two would wanna get some dishes done before that water gets cold?"

"Sorry," I muttered and kinda giggled at being caught.

"Connie, you're a troublemaker," Mark accused and shook his head.

"You knew that when you married me!" she yelled back. I just laughed at my friends as Connie continued. "In fact, it's what you love most about me!"

"Not denying it!" Mark yelled back.

"You two are adorable," I teased and kept washing before one of them tried to distract me again.

Once everything had been cleaned up in the kitchen area, Connie and I shut off the lights and made our way into the living room. Mark was watching something on TV. Upon closer inspection, it was a movie I recognized with the couple having outdoor sex. The tree they were banging up against always made me wonder how it grew like that. One branch was almost like a chair.

"Is this the one where...

ope!

I guess so," I concluded when the girl with the roller skates came on screen and began going at it with a guy walking on the same path.

"Did you ever watch to the end?" Mark asked as Connie took a seat on the couch right next to where he was sitting.

"Probably," I responded as I sat and kept watching from a cushion away from my friends. "They all kinda jumbled together after a while. Plus, it's kinda been a while since I've had the pleasure." I blushed after realizing what I'd said.

"Why are you so far away, hun?" Connie questioned and waved me over. "I think it only makes sense to have you on Mark's other side there." I got up and walked around the coffee table to sit on the end of the L-shaped couch between the arm of it and Mark's body. It was snug and felt intentionally so.

"I like this next scene," Connie mentioned as she turned to look at me. "The two girls are bonding over helping each other with their shaved pussies. As they're getting it on, the one girl's guy comes in and joins them."

"Well, what if we are already bare down there," I asked without taking my eyes off Connie face. "Is there a way to altar the scene?"

"Maybe the director should present them with such a situation?" Connie suggested and leaned over Mark's body to bring her face next to mine.

"I see a small strip tease fitting in right about now," Mark offered as he took on the role of the director. "Together. Connie, you undress Stephanie. Steph, you help Connie. Your goal is to impress me. Make me want to join you on stage to give you both a night to remember."

"Can I make a suggestion?" I asked quietly as I knelt on the couch and hovered over Mark's body to put my lips near Connie's mouth. "Could you maybe mute the movie and turn on some music?"

"That I can do, smart girl," Mark agreed and clicked the button on the remote before reaching back to the table behind the couch to collect the stereo remote.

I stood up from the couch and extended my hands to Connie to invite her to dance with me. I wanted to rip her clothes off, but the goal of this experience, I had a feeling, was to enjoy the moments. I needed to slow down, relax, seize the opportunity to give them a show, and have fun putting it on at the same time.

We were both wearing shirts and pants. I knew that our bras were a sexy purple color, and the matching panties, at least the ones I was wearing, were crotchless. I had experienced Connie's crotchless light blue ones only 26 hours prior, but anything on her body was going to get me hot and bothered. Hell, as I stood there dancing with her, I could just imagine what I was going to see, taste, feel, smell... oh, frick.

"Why don't you lead?" Connie encouraged with a whisper as she rocked her body to the music. "He's seen all my moves. I want to see yours. Got anything up your sleeve?"

"You'll see," I flirted and ran my hand around from her one shoulder as I walked around her to move her hair, touch her neck, and find her other shoulder. "Why don't we get these bulky t-shirts off so he can see what we've got under here?" I reached for the hem of her shirt to toy with it for a bit. Her stomach was exposed, then not, then more, then... As soon as it was off, I tossed the shirt to the side of the room and cupped her tits in my hands. "Well, aren't those simply lovely?"

"I know another pair in this room which are just as sweet," Connie assured me as she reached for the hem of my shirt. "Let's find them." I watched as Connie put on the same show with my moves with her shirt to expose my stomach and eventually to remove the shirt. It landed on hers. When we looked over to see if "our director" was enjoying it, we caught him just as he had taken his shirt off. He stood up to set it in our pile.

"I won't rush your stage," Mark promised. "I just wanted to watch from a different angle." He perched on the arm of the couch at the other end from where he'd been sitting and motioned for us to continue.

I remembered seeing in a movie (a regular one) a scene where two girls were dancing in a club knowing some guys were watching them. One had been messing with the other girl and ended up doing something very sexy to her. I wanted to try it.

I loved the song that was playing, so I made some moves all the while keeping my hands on Connie. I shook my ass, ran my fingers up and around her bra, and then went in for my move. I brought her right bra strap down off her shoulder and moved her hair. When the cup of the bra slipped, I caught it and acted as if I'd made a mistake.

"

Ope

, can't be losing that!" I feigned embarrassment. As I continued to dance, I leaned forward to press and slide my body down her shapely figure. Her bra cup was in my hand, and my mouth was very close to it as well. As I stuck out my tongue, I licked along the curve of her breast and then took her nipple into my mouth to give it a little nip. Her reaction was better than I'd hoped. So was Mark's.

"Shit, with a move like that, I'm ready already," Mark informed us. When I looked over, I caught him unfastening his jeans to give himself a little room.

"I told you she had tricks up her sleeve," Connie reminded him and shivered as I placed her bra strap back onto her shoulder. I kissed it and then moved to the other shoulder. I didn't even pretend and went straight in for the left nipple. "Oh, you're good," she commended and held my head in place.

"Do you think she's shaking her ass on purpose as she bends over like that, or is it just a coincidence?" Mark asked. I heard his jeans hitting the wall over where the pile of shirts had formed.

"With this one?" Connie questioned. "I'm fairly certain it's entirely on purpose." To prove it, I wiggled my bottom more and then bit Connie's nipple to get a yelp out of her. "

Oh!

Oh, you little minx," she accused with a laugh.

"Who? Me? Never!" I asserted and laughed as I replaced the bra strap to its intended position.

"Well, Mark's ahead of us, so let's get these jeans off," Connie suggested. I nodded and moved down slowly to kneel in front of her. God forbid that I should simply reach for the button and zipper. Where was the fun in that? I slid my hands up her legs slowly, almost annoyingly slowly. I looked up at Connie's face to see what she thought of my display, but she had her eyes closed as she balled her hands into fists.

I got to the inseam of her jeans and then put my nose to it. "Mmm, so sweet indeed," I declared and continued to put my hands on their intended targets. Button, check. Zipper, check. Jeans sliding down her legs, guided by my hot hands? Check, check, and check.

"Are they?" I asked knowing she knew what I was asking as I slipped my hand back up her leg after throwing her jeans onto the pile. Connie smiled down at me when I reached her panties. Purple... and crotchless too. Lucky Mark.

"I know how good you are with them, so I thought I'd go in for a repeat performance," Connie claimed and shrugged. "I know a good thing when I've had it." She paused as she cupped my chin. "Now, it's my turn."

I stood up slowly and turned to take the same position. I knew Mark was enjoying this because his boxer briefs were good and tented. I winked at him and then turned my attention to his wife again. Connie knelt as I had and unfastened my button and zipper. I heard Mark suddenly gasp. When I realized where his eyes had been focused, I saw that he had zoned in on Connie's ass.

"Fuuuuccckkk," he moaned and shook his head. "If she's wearing the same, I'll be a goner," he confessed.

"Goner it is," I responded and smiled as he watched his wife's every move and rubbed his cock seemingly mindlessly while doing so. Within a minute, my jeans were off, and Connie was well into her own exploration of my nakedness. "Do I wear them as well as you do?" I asked innocently. Connie nodded as she licked the front of my panties.

"Yeah, this hasn't happened before," Mark assured me and shook his head. He got up and extended his hands to both of us and led us to the couch. "It's my turn to direct. Steph, I want you to get that 'clean' blowjob experience. I wanted it for you that night, but you kinda took matters into your own hands, not that I mind. You're also going to be hovering over Connie's lips."

"Oh, hell yeah, boss," Connie excitedly agreed with "the director" and laid on her back on the floor. "Come here, naughty girl. Give me what I've been craving since yesterday."

I maneuvered around her and knelt to the floor so I could crawl over to where she was inviting me. Meanwhile, Mark took his nice, incredibly hard cock out of his boxer briefs before he let them fall to the floor. They'd make it to the clothes pile soon enough.

"Mmm, I've been craving some dick myself," I shared and reached for Mark's body. "It's been four days, but I have wanted this cock for much longer." I gave Mark a playfully innocent look. "Mind if I give it a little kiss or two?"

"Fuck yes," Mark hissed. Thankfully, Connie hadn't begun her attack on my juicy pussy yet, or I was sure I would have fumbled through my delivery of such perfect acting. I had wrapped my arms around his legs to fondle Mark's butt, but as soon as I felt Connie's tongue on my slit, I went in for the matter at hand. I wrapped my hands around Mark's cock and wrapped my mouth around it so that I would have to focus on something other than Connie's wicked, wet tongue.

I was so worked up, so unbelievably horny that I had to focus to be sure I didn't do something wrong. I thought about the multiple blowjobs I'd seen in the movies and what seemed to make the guys moan. Whatever I was doing, moans seemed to follow, so I guessed I was definitely doing something right.

"Steph-a-

nie

," Mark groaned and ran his hand over my head to cup my cheek. "Fuck, that's so good," he continued.

Breathlessly, Connie pulled from beneath me to make a comment. "It's like she's just a natural," she declared and went right back to lapping up my juices. I could feel the rise in my pleasure down there, but my focus was almost entirely on Mark's dick. I wanted to devour it. It was just so yummy!