This is a new story.
All characters in sexual situations are over the age of eighteen at the point of their involvement.
Please let me know how you like this one.
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"Kelly? Is that you?"
I have to be clear, it wasn't anything about the young woman's appearance that made her seem familiar. It was her voice. Something about her voice, even from behind, flipped a switch, and made me ask the question.
It was seven years since I'd seen her, and the gawky twelve year old that she had been was no longer standing in front of me. She may not have grown much taller...she was always a lithe, skinny kid...but she had sure grown out, in all the right places. Long brown hair tumbled down her back, leading my eyes to her classic, heart shaped ass, clad in snug denim. She turned, to see who was calling her, and my gaze moved up, pausing on her bountiful chest, before continuing up to a very attractive face, complete with a full, eminently kissable pair of lips. Sexy, black framed glasses surrounded her brown eyes. Those eyes grew wide, as she recognized me.
"Todd!" she gasped, and threw her arms around my neck, leaping into my arms in a hug that left dents in my chest where her big breasts made contact.
Perhaps I should fill you in on the background...
***
Several years ago, my parents became friends with Kelly's parents, and that meant the occasional backyard barbecue, both at our house, and their little farm about an hour away. Kelly and her little brother Ricky were okay to be around in small doses, but the age gap made for a lot of rolling eyes on my part.
Get away from me kid, you bother me.
By the time I was nineteen, nothing much had changed. They were still an annoyance. Little did I know how annoying they would get.
I was planning on going to college in the fall, and after graduation, started looking for a summer job. That's about when my longtime girlfriend, Suzy, decided she wanted to go in another direction. Put bluntly, she dumped me, unceremoniously and without warning. The ensuing broken heart did little to improve my job search, and before long, I was just moping around the house, doing nothing, with no plan to fix either situation.
You know what they say : if you don't have a plan, someone else does, and you might not like what they plan for you.
So true
. My Dad and Kelly's Dad made a deal, and I was shipped off to the farm for the summer.
To babysit.
Okay, not
only
to babysit. I was also going to help around the farm, but in my mind I was going to be a babysitter, and I hated that idea.
Speaking of the farm...calling it one was being optimistic. Half a dozen cows, and just enough land to feed the animals, with little extra. It was a hobby, at best, but I was getting paid reasonably well to help with the hobby. I could use the money, and its location, out of town, kept me from running into Suzy.
As for my other duties, which I may have mentioned I hated, I was there largely to keep the kids from burning the house down. Kelly was twelve. Ricky was eight. Neither was a baby. All I had to do was supervise, as Kelly was happy to cook their lunches while their parents were at work. But I still hated it.
Ricky was a pain, constantly under foot, but he was just being a kid. It was Kelly that drove me nuts, always walking around the house, singing at the top of her lungs, certain she was the next Madonna /Lady Gaga /Whitney Houston. Only if the entire world went tone deaf, which is what she was doing to me. I hated it.
Anyway, somehow I survived the summer without permanent hearing damage, collected my paycheck, and went off to school in the fall. There, I replaced Suzy with an upgrade, a sweet little redhead who was lots of horizontal fun, but not much else. She did, however, eventually lead me to Amy, a pretty, petite brunette, who stole my heart, and soon became my wife. A couple of years later, she also became the Mother of my little daughter, Lynn.
All was good...until a tragic car accident left Lynn and I on our own. It was the result of an unforeseeable mechanical failure, on a big truck. The rest of the story is pointless. Only the outcome matters.
Which pretty much brings us up to date, where we started this little tale.
***
Kelly was still hanging from my neck, squealing happily. I didn't know what to do with my hands, as almost everywhere I might touch was a bit inappropriate, especially for a twelve year old, which is how I still thought of her. Of course, those two big, soft reminders were telling me she was no longer the same little girl I knew. She was nineteen, legally an adult, and obviously all grown up. At last, she relaxed, sliding down a few inches to stand on her own again.
"It's so great to see you!" she gushed, stepping back to arms length. She still had one hand on my upper arm.
"It's wonderful to see you, too," I answered. "Although I hardly recognized you. You've really grown up!"
What an understatement
.
She smiled, and did a little pirouette, forcing me to take in the impressive curves that had taken residence where a scrawny pre-teen had lived before. Most alluring of all was her chest. Her breasts were full, youthfully prominent and round, forming a rack that was wider than the torso they adorned. Every movement of her hands made her upper arms collide with the sides of her breasts, causing a jiggle that I was having a hard time not watching. Worse yet, it was summer, and her thin t-shirt, stretched tight across her boobs, was showing just a hint of her stiff nipples through her bra. I was the adult, and shouldn't be leering at a nubile young girl, but she was just so damn sexy, and I was alone... and it had been so long since I got laid by anything other than my right hand. I couldn't take my eyes off her.
"Okay...you just have to come lunch with me!" she bubbled, enthusiastically. Bubbles make boobs bobble. She had dispatched the friend that I found her gabbing with, and was now focused on me. "We need to catch up!" She was clearly not going to take no for an answer.
"Okay, let's go," I laughed, caught up in her attitude, and her eyes. She wasn't quite an ugly duckling years ago, but also no raving beauty. Where the ravishing young thing before me came from was a mystery.
So off we went, nowhere special, unless you consider the food court at the mall special. The background noise made her lean in to talk and hear, which rested her big tits on the table, making concentration difficult.
I found myself enjoying being with her. She was no longer an annoying child, having caught up, maturity wise. She filled me in on seven years of growing up, and I told her about school, and Amy, and Lynn. When I got to the accident, Kelly gasped, and a tear trickled down her cheek.
"Oh, Todd, I'm so sorry to hear that," she whispered, reaching across the table to touch my hand. Her caress was electric, the warmth and softness of her hand a surprise. I hadn't had much feminine contact since Amy's death, other than supportive hugs from family members, so Kelly's gentle touch caught my attention. It also made me feel a bit guilty, not only for pushing Amy aside, but for the clearly lascivious thoughts I was having about a young girl once charged to my care. I know she wasn't a little kid any more, but that idea was going to take some time to process.
She was now living in town, rather than way out on the farm, which meant we might see more of each other, an idea she openly embraced. I tried to be more reserved, but inwardly, I was thrilled to have someone so lovely interested in me. Maybe it was desperation talking, or loneliness...or maybe I was just horny.
"If there's anything...ANYTHING...I can do to help you," she said, looking at me seriously, "just say the word. How old is your daughter?"
"Two," I replied, wincing slightly. While I didn't think she was as bad as some kids I had heard about, Lynn had her moments. They don't call it 'the terrible twos' for nothing.
"Yikes! That must put a crimp in your social life!" she giggled, and jiggled. Damn my eyes.
"What social life?" I answered, far too quickly. It sounded like a complaint, but I didn't mean it that way. I loved Lynn, and her Mother's death is the only thing I'd change if I could.
"Well, maybe I can help with that," she said, sitting back and crossing her arms across her chest. "I'd be happy to look after her some evening, so you can go out and meet someone. Get you back on the horse, so to speak."
Hmmmm
. Part of me was hoping she was going a different direction with that sentence, but it was much safer to keep her involvement at a distance. I had a babysitter already, but a spare is never a bad idea. The fact that Kelly was older, and was fully aware of the ultimate goal of my going out...getting laid...put her at the top of the list.
We talked a little longer, and before she left, she programmed her number in my phone. I found myself watching her sexy rear end wiggle as she walked away. I was still watching when she turned, and caught me. A bright smile erupted on her face, and she fluttered her fingertips at me playfully as she disappeared in the crowd.
That night, she was the star of my erotic fantasies. I couldn't get her incredible curves out of my head. Still, I wasn't expecting anything further to happen, except my giving her some babysitting business. I wouldn't be pushing the subject.
***
"Hi, Kelly...it's Todd," I said cheerfully, "Did I catch you at a good time?"
"Todd! I was wondering if I would ever hear from you?" she laughed. "It's been weeks. Don't you know better than to keep a lady waiting?" There was a pause, tense and silent, before she laughed again. "Just kidding! Yes, it's a fine time. What can I do for you?"
"Do you recall offering your babysitting services?" I asked, knowing full well she would.
"Yes I do. When do you want me?" she replied softly.
I wasn't sure if she was going for the double entendre intentionally, or if it was an innocent turn of phrase. I just didn't know the adult Kelly well enough to make an assessment. It certainly started the wheels turning in my head though, as a list of sexual witticisms grew in my imagination.
Not now
, I thought.
Don't put your foot in your mouth
.
