Emma hung up the phone, annoyed. She had just gotten dressed to go out with her boyfriend Rick. He had just called her, and told her that his boss wanted him (well more like ordered him) to work late, and their date had to be canceled. Damn, it's 6 PM on a Friday night, and now she had nothing to do. The phone rang, and she whipped it up, hoping it was Rick, hoping he'd found a way to get out of working overtime.
Anna Lestor, her neighbor who lived 5 doors away was on the line.
"Emma, are you free tonight? My babysitter just canceled on me, and I've just got to go out tonight."
"Anna, you are lucky, my date just got canceled, so yes, I'm free, and I'd love to babysit!" Emma replied.
Anna let out a sigh of relief, and said "Thank goodness! Could you be over here in half an hour? I'll have a generous helping of my homemade lasagna piping hot and ready for you!"
Emma loved the fact that Anna used Italian sausage in her lasagna, rather than ground beef, mmmm, pasta perfection.
She said, "Sounds wonderful, I'll see you then Anna."
She hung up the phone, and her mouth watered. Anna made the best lasagna she'd ever tasted in all her 18 years and getting dinner, and getting paid to babysit, was way better than just cooling her heels at home. Anna paid well, and her baby was well behaved, was not fussy, and slept most of the time, so it was an easy gig. Feeling a bit better, she sorted out her homework, not too much this weekend, picked up the book she was reading, and put it in her backpack. She told her Mom that she was going to babysit at Anna's, and Anna had dinner waiting for her.
Her Mom smiled, and said, "Okay baby, lucky you, enjoy the lasagna, it's so yummy!"
Emma giggled, "Don't I know it!"
She bounded up the stairs, and quickly stripped off her new dress, hanging it up carefully, and sighed with disappointment as she looked in the mirror at the brand new bra and panties she was wearing. She'd bought them just this morning, they were lacy satin, fire engine red, and Rick had been in line for a private strip show tonight. She quickly stripped them off, folded them carefully, and tucked them into her drawer. Ah well, another time, and soon, she hoped.
She turned to the mirror, like all late teen girls, she was somewhat obsessed with the way she looked. Her eyes moved carefully over her reflection, noting her face, fortunately, the Ortho Tri-Cyclen birth control pill had knocked out a nasty bout of acne. And, as a happy happenstance, its main purpose, birth control, her and Rick had put to good use on her 18th birthday.
It had been six months since their first time, and Rick was a very good boyfriend, and when she got naked with him, he was always hard, horny, and ready. Just the flash of panties under her dress, the mere unzipping of her jeans, or the unbuttoning of her blouse would send his prick surging up to its full seven inches. He had learned how to hold back, so she was not having to try and keep up with him when he riding deep inside her soft, buttery depths. He had also learned foreplay, getting her all warmed up, and when he pressed into her and rode her, she always felt the welling up, and as she exploded, he would join in, his cock finally free to lose his load deep inside her.
She ran her eyes over her 5' 9" body, noting carefully the shape of her hips, the curve of her waist, the slight swelling of her tummy. Rick always found that slight tummy swell so damn sexy, it just about drove him crazy.
She turned her back to the mirror, and looked over her shoulder, carefully checking out her rump. The globes were nice and round, with just the right amount of fullness. She smiled, she never had any complaints about her ass, and Rick couldn't take his eyes off her cheeks when she was in front of her.
Turning to face the mirror again, her eyes took in her breasts, looking carefully, they were a nice match. They were about grapefruit-sized, her nipples were nice and perky, she smiled, she liked having perky tits. Her nipples were erect and hard, her thinking about Rick and what they had planned to do tonight was still swirling through her body.
She grasped her breasts, cupping the fullness in each hand, and tweaked lightly at the throbbing, achy stiffness, feeling the zings shooting straight to her pussy. Her head lolled back, and she let out soft sighs of pleasure, her pussy was getting seriously wet and hot. She forced herself to stop, no time now, but once the baby was asleep, and she had Anna's house to herself, mmmm, she was gonna make some hot loving for one.
She ran her fingers through her well-trimmed bush, she liked having hair that was as blonde as the hair on her head, but she didn't want a 1970s era Playboy centerfold jungle growing down there.