Kelly sat atop her bed with her knees held tight to her chest staring out the window of her 2nd story bedroom. Although she lived in a beautifully over-stated home on what the less fortunate would call the "rich" side of town she felt she may as well be sitting in a dollhouse where she would be just as confined and surrounded by obnoxious pink furniture. Her mother insisted upon decorating her room and for some reason, despite Kelly's recent eighteenth birthday, thought her daughter was still trapped between infancy and the age of six.
Kelly's mother poked her head in the room and said "Sweetie, your father and I are leaving soon. You're usual sitter canceled so we had to improvise..."
Kelly began to protest "Mother I'm eighteen! I don't need a baby sit-"
"Now dear, I didn't mean to call him a sitter, old habits and all. Your father and I just want someone here with you to protect you if anything happens. Home alone is no place for a beautiful young lady. As I was saying, we had to find someone else and on such short notice we were blessed to reach father Henry who
volunteered
Jeffery from the congregation. Such a sweet boy that Jeffery, he's planning on becoming a minister you know."
At first Kelly couldn't believe her ears. The man she had been pining over since her first bible study was to be standing inside her house, in real life, living, breathing...standing there like a real person. She tried to subdue her flood of emotions in a desperate attempt to stifle her reaction and feign ambivalence. "He's a nice man and I appreciate what he's doing but I still don't think I need a babysitter."
"Consider him a house-sitter then." The doorbell sounded. "That must be Jeffery. See that you are a good hostess and don't leave him waiting long."
Oh I won't.
Kelly saved her mischievous smirk for when her mother's back was turned.
As she heard the muffled sounds of her parents greeting Jeffery and giving him instructions down stairs she began to panic.
Oh my God! This is it. I promised myself I'd lose my virginity to him someday and damn it this is the day! I refuse to enter college as a virgin and I only have a month until fall semester starts.
She rummaged through her drawers searching for the sexiest outfit she could find. Frustrated, she let out a defeated sigh.
I wish my parents wouldn't pick out all my clothes! I don't own a single seductive outfit!
She finally settled on a tight white tank top and a pair of soft pink work-out shorts with a white stripe going down each side.
Maybe if I just roll up the waste band a couple of times my butt-cheeks will show a little bit.
So she did, and they did.
I don't have much upstairs but maybe if I don't wear a bra he'll still think my breasts are sexy.
She unsnapped her bra and worked it out of her top. She stood in front of her full-length mirror examining her fair skin and firm, perfectly proportioned, body. At a towering five feet, 4 inches tall her dreams of ever being a run-way model were unlikely at best but her delicate porcelain-doll features made her above average in appearance. After turning from side to side for one last look at the way her tight clothes formed to her physique she stared into her big emerald eyes.
Goodbye virgin me.
She made a few last minute adjustments to her long, wavy, chocolate-brown hair and turned to leave the room.
Kelly heard her parents' car leave the driveway. Just as she reached for the door knob, convinced she was about to strut down the stairs and make her debut, she froze. Realizing she knew nothing about sex she became overcome by insecurity. She recounted her only experiences with the subject matter being that of the few stories she'd heard growing up, from the kids in her church youth group. They were the kids who got to go to public school unlike her who had always been home-schooled. She had never been allowed to associate with her peers unless it was somehow church-related. For that matter she had never even been allowed to watch television shows or films unless they were first deemed "right with the Lord" by her fanatical parents. Even music was off limits apart from Christian rock.
Right when she wanted to crawl under a rock and die she heard a tap at her door followed by a deep voice that made her private-parts tingle. "Kelly, are you alright in there?"
Oh no!
She cursed the painted name-plate hanging on her bedroom door that her mother made for her in one of her stupid arts and crafts classes at church. She mumbled through the door "Um, y-yes I'm alright. Hi Jeffery."
"Kelly don't be so formal. You know you can call me Jeff. Can I come in?" Without waiting for a response he opened the door and stepped inside. "Whoa, this is quite a room you've got here." He snickered. Dumbstruck by his beautiful raven hair, chiseled facial-bone structure and sultry eyes she almost didn't realize a conversation was taking place in her midst let alone that she was part of it.
"...Oh yeah, my mom, she decides what my room looks like." As he walked past her to view the posters of cats on her wall (Her mother loves kittens even though her husband won't allow her to have a pet.) Kelly shook her head in disbelief at how embarrassing this all was for her.
"Your dad mentioned you might need some help with your math."
"I do!" Her heart leapt.
This is my chance to sit right next to him!
When Kelly sauntered across the room and seductively bent over to pick up her schoolwork Jeff's eyes darted directly to her ass. The perfect curvature where the backs of her thighs met her buttocks brought his still laying dick to life. He sat on her bed and picked up one of the nearest teddy bears to cover his erection. When she turned around to face him he noticed for the first time there was nothing more than a thin piece of 100% cotton between him and her small firm breasts. Her hard nipples showed through as though they were trying to burst from her top to reach his salivating mouth, which wasn't exactly far from the truth.
In his chest he felt a strong pang of guilt. He silently prayed for forgiveness and strength as he forced his eyes to change direction. Kelly hopped on the bed and positioned herself closely next to him placing her open math book in their collective lap knocking off the stuffed bear he had been concealing himself with. She exaggeratedly leaned over him to point out the farthest problem in the book. His mind couldn't register what she was saying because it was preoccupied trying to place her scent. Her hair smelled of fresh citrus.
She must use one of those fruity shampoos.
He leaned his head down slightly further so he could subtly smell her skin.
Body wash... but what kind?
