"Oh, come on! A babysitter?"
Jeremy looked at his parents in disbelief.
"That's right." His mother replied, sternly. "We'd like to find the house where we left it."
"But I'm eighteen!"
"You turned eighteen three days ago." Jeremy's dad interjected. "You're still in your last year of high school. And you're still very much the same kid who set the couch on fire with a cigarette."
"That was an accid-"
"Come on, Jeremy." His dad said, with a smile. "Give it up, buddy."
The boy sighed, defeated.
"So, who's coming to b- To watch me?"
"June." Replied his mother. "You like her, don't you?"
Jeremy nodded, glumly. Yes, June was nice. She had a sweet face and a good sense of humor.
"So, when are you guys leaving?"
"In about an hour."
"Alright."
"You be good with June, Jeremy." Said his father. "Prove to us that you've really matured and we'll trust you enough to leave you here alone. Deal?"
"OK."
"And if your grades pick up a bit, we'll trust you even more." His mother added.
Jeremy groaned, then left the room.
A babysitter. How humiliating!
Fifty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Jeremy went to open the door.
"Hey there, birthday boy."
"Hi, June."
The woman walked inside, beaming at him. She was 36 years old and stood a few inches taller than the boy. She had bright blue eyes and a pretty pale face. Her skin was flawless, with a tiny hint of freckles. Her hair was brown and tied in a neat ponytail, leaving just a small lock of hair dangling on her forehead. Whenever she came over to watch Jeremy, she wore large, shapeless sweaters and plain jeans.
"My birthday was three days ago." The boy said.
"I know that!" June said. "But I didn't get a chance to wish you happy birthday in person!"
She gave him a sudden hug, catching him by surprise. She had never hugged him before. For the first time ever Jeremy realized that, hidden under those shapeless sweaters, June seemed to have quite the body. He felt two large, firm breasts pressing on his chest and enjoyed the comforting warmth of the embrace.
The hug lasted more than he had expected and, with a jolt of panic, the boy realized that his dick was getting hard. Really hard.
"Lovely." June said, squeezing him a little more.
Was she talking about-?
"Hi, June!" Jeremy's mother said, from the other room.
June gently let go of Jeremy, giving him a strange little smile that he didn't quite understand. The boy cleared his throat, hoping his massive erection would go away before June or his parents would see it.
"Hello!" June replied. "Here I am."
"You're a life saver." Jeremy's father said, walking in the living room to join them. "Sorry for the short notice."
"Not a problem."
"Honey, are you ready?" The man said, calling for his wife. "I don't want to be late."
"Coming!"
Jeremy's mother soon arrived, putting her earrings on.
"Ready."
"So, where are you guys going?" June asked politely.
"Business dinner. My boss organized it out of the blue. Only told us last night."
The man sighed.
"Well, we better be off."
"Thank you for watching him, June." Said Jeremy's mother. "I hope he'll be a good boy."
"Mom!" Jeremy said, embarrassed.
"Oh, I'm sure he'll be wonderful." June replied, with a bright smile. "You guys have fun."
"Thanks, bye!"
"Bye, June! Bye, sweetheart!"
The two parents rushed out, leaving the boy alone with his babysitter. A few moments later, they heard the car start and head out of the driveway.
"Alright." June said. "What would you like for dinner?"
Jeremy shrugged. He couldn't help but feel annoyed by his parents' behavior.
"I know this must be frustrating for you." June said, with a gentle smile. "Me being here, even if you're eighteen."
He nodded.
"It's nothing against you, June. I just wish they'd treat me like an adult. Or, at least, not like a child."
"I know." She said, stroking his shoulder. "But let's try to have fun anyway, OK?"
The boy nodded again, thinking that she was far more physical than usual. Usually, she never really touched him. He didn't mind, though.
"Think of it as a dinner among friends."
"Alright." He said, smiling. "How about we order some pizza, then? It's on me."
"You charmer." She said, with a giggle. "You're on."
"Great. Two pepperoni? "
"Perfect. I love sausages."
He got out his phone and called the pizza place. As he placed the order, he realized that June's words had sounded like a double entendre. Had it been intentional? And was it his imagination, or was she kind of staring at him?
"OK. Should be here in about fifteen minutes."
"Great." She said. "How about we find a movie to watch, in the meantime?"
"Sure."
They headed towards the couch. He sat down at his usual place, at the center, and picked up the remote. Usually, June sat at the edge of the couch, a foot away from Jeremy, but this time she sat right next to him. So close their legs were rubbing each other.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" She asked. "I'm kind of cold."
"Er- Sure."
He went through Netflix, looking a for a movie.
"What genre would you like? Action? Comedy? Horror?"
"Horror sounds like fun." She said, leaning her head on his shoulder.
OK, that was definitely a first.
"Er... right. Horror."
She looked up at him with those big, blue eyes. He had never quite realized how beautiful they were.
"So... How did you spend your birthday?"
"Oh! Well, I hanged out with a few friends, you know. Drank a few beers, had a few laughs. Regular Saturday night, really. It was fun."
"Guy friends?"
"Er- Yes, just us guys."
"And what about your girlfriend?"
He blushed, looking at the screen and trying to ignore her concentrated gaze.
"I... I actually don't have a girlfriend."
"I find that very hard to believe." She said, placing a hand on his knee.
"What do you mean?" He said, still looking at the screen. Her touch was starting to give him another erection. No girl had ever touched his knee like that. He felt very awkward and didn't know what to do.
"You're a sweet, funny, handsome boy. I would have thought girls would be lining up to date you, honestly."
He chuckled, a little shakily.
"Oh, yeah. All around the block."
June placed her other hand on his cheek and turned his head around. They stared at each other and the intensity of her eyes sent violent, pleasurable shivers down his spine.
"I mean it, Jeremy. You're quite the catch. Don't ever doubt it. If those little cockteases at school don't see it, it's their problem."
The hand that had been resting on his knee suddenly moved up his thigh.
"You are a very, very special boy." She said, as her face got closer to his.
"June, what-"
The doorbell rang. The two of them jumped a little.
"Oh, that must be the pizzas." Jeremy said. "I'll- Er, I'll go get it."
"Sure, honey." She said with a smile. It was as if nothing had happened.
Confused, Jeremy got up and walked to the door. His erection was now massive. He tried to act normal, but he noticed June's satisfied gaze resting on his visibly erect penis. The jeans didn't hide it very well. He also realized that he rather enjoyed her gaze.
The doorbell rang again. Clearing his throat, the boy walked to the door.
"Yes, sorry! I'm coming!"
"Not yet, you're not." June whispered under her breath, as she watched him open the door.
Her smile was wide and naughty.
They ate their pizza on the couch, while watching some stupid horror movie with ghosts in it. It was not scary in the slightest, but they had fun ripping it apart and laughing at the terrible acting.
"That was good pizza." Jeremy said, placing his empty plate on the coffee table.
"It was." June agreed, putting her plate on top of his.
The movie was about half way through. It was still quite early.
"Mind if I use this?" June asked, picking up a blanket. "I'm still cold."
"Oh, sure."
Smiling, she unfolded the blanket and covered both of them with it.
"What are you doing?"
"Come on, snuggle with me! Warm me up!"
"I- Yeah, sure."
June rested her head on his shoulder. Uncertainly, he placed his arm around her. The blanket covered both their bodies, leaving only their heads out.
"Man, that actress just cannot act!" Jeremy said, with a grin. "She's so bad!"
"Yeah, her fake boobs are also pretty bad." June said, with a smirk.
"Yeah..." He agreed, a little uncomfortably.
"Do you like boobs, Jeremy?" June asked, with nonchalance.
The boy felt a huge rush of blood to his cheeks.
"I... Er- What?"
June giggled.
"Oh, come on. It's an easy question! Do you like boobs?"
She was staring at his face now, the movie completely forgotten.
He kept looking at the screen, but he wasn't paying attention to it. He felt his heart thunder in his ears.
"I... Yes, of course I do."
June smiled.
"And do you like them small or big?"
He blushed even harder, which he didn't think was possible.
"June!"
"Oh, come on. It's just an honest question." She said, with a naughty smile. "Please answer me. I'll make it..."
Her hand crawled up his thigh. He let out a little gasp.
"Worth your while." She concluded.
Jeremy could feel his cock swelling. He didn't have much experience with girls, and the combination of her touch and the topic being discussed was... challenging.