I Was Their Babysitter Pt 02

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inspired

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Recap:

"That," Connie announced, "was brilliant." I looked over at the camera where a topless image of my friend filled the picture as she licked her fingers. "Best one I've ever been witness to, Mark. Hands down."

"She's the best next to you, Con," Mark answered, "and doubtful that we'll ever find better."

"I love you both," I offered and nuzzled up to Mark's side. I must have fallen asleep. Sex was hard work.

I Was Their Babysitter - pt. 2

After Mark drove me home that night, I floated into the house and went to bed with a smile on my face. I'd just had a night of amazing sex with a man I'd always fantasized about Oh, yeah. And he was married to a woman who I considered my first female crush. And we were all cool with it!

Christmas Eve and Day were filled with family, gifts, food, movies, and minimal drama, at least that which I witnessed. When I could be, I was in my room or in the basement with my cousin watching movies and talking about classes since we were studying the same subjects. She was a year older than me and quite a bit more experienced in the ways of sex and life.

"Did you ever go and try out getting waxed?" Lana asked as she lounged on the couch. "I'm sorry I didn't make it into town to take you like I had promised." Oh yeah, and she was full of excuses too.

"Yes," I answered and nodded. "I did a bit more research and then made an appointment. I go every six weeks or so."

"Isn't it great?" she asked and laughed. "Rob loves it. He only goes down on me when I'm smooth, so I make it a point to keep it that way all the time."

"Rob?" I asked. Last I knew, she was seeing a guy named Tim.

"The guy I'm seeing," she answered as if the whole family knew and invitations to their wedding were impending.

"Weren't you just telling me about your night with Tim last week?"

"Yeah," she responded nonchalantly. "He's still around when Rob's busy."

"Oh, right," I offered and tried not to shake my head. First names in her playbook rolled off her tongue like NFL team rosters. I think she had her main 11 guys and kept the remaining 50 or so as backups.

"So... college life!" Lana suddenly declared excitedly. "How's it going? More to the point, now that Mitch is out of the picture, thank God, by the way, you've been free to get out there! How's the lineup? Are you dating, or just getting some here or there?" Because Lana lived this type of life, it was safe to assume she felt it was the way

all

people lived their lives.

"Well, between work and school, cuz," I reminded her (with no change of her understanding, really) because it was generally my first instinct to do so, "I'm rather busy. I'm actually cool with focusing on me at the moment."

"Well, but that's what I'm talking about!" Lana began yelling but lowered her voice when my two younger brothers came running downstairs.

"Aunt Babs is looking for you, Lah-naaaaa," my little brother, Scott, taunted.

"You're in truuuu-buuull!" Shawn added.

Ignoring them, Lana turned to me. "Must be time to go home," she speculated. "I'll call you, and we

will

go out to talk, alright?" Before I could answer her, she pulled me into a hug. "And if anything," she whispered into my ear, "take care of

yourself

. No need to suffer just because you don't have time for a guy. Love ya," she added and squeezed me again for an extra hug.

"Lana!" Aunt Babs called down the stairs.

"I'm

coming

!" Lana wailed back. The boys went running up the stairs ahead of her. Just before she took the first step, she winked at me as she claimed, "I

wish

I was, but that's what I always scream when I am!

Ha!

Merry Christmas. I'll text you soon."

"Bye, Lana," I yelled and shook my head. What a trip. Well, even if I had gotten the opportunity to share my new experience, I couldn't have. For whatever reason, that enhanced the entire situation. No one was the wiser.

It wasn't odd for me to spend time at the Dartmouth residence, so coming and going was nothing. I hadn't lied about where I was on the 23rd or where I would be in a couple days. It was on the calendar. And I didn't have to worry about messy emotions or concerns about dating or availability or him hanging out with his girl best friend who ended up being his next girlfriend after me! (Oops - high school trauma response. Sorry...)

I cleaned up the room and shook my head at the unfinished soda left behind by my cousin. I'd have to empty it or my little brothers, who already had too much energy, would surely find it. They'd end up drinking it and stay awake even longer than they should've been, especially after a day like Christmas. Once the TV and lights were turned off, I slowly ascended the stairs to the main floor to see what I could help with. If Babs and Lana were leaving, the rest of the family would soon see their way to the door. I started in the kitchen and cleaned up what I could. Soon enough, I'd be lying in bed thinking about Mark and Connie and all the things I wanted to do with them.

***

"Are you still off today?" Connie's text read at 12:30 in the afternoon. "Could you go to the house to check on the dogs, please? Mark had to go in early and has to stay late due to call-offs."

"Of course," I responded right away. "I'll text when I'm done. Let me know if you need me later too."

"Thanks, sweetie," Connie wrote back.

I grabbed my jacket and yelled to my mom that I was heading over to the Dartmouths for a while. She yelled back that she heard me and told me to make sure I shut and locked the door after I left. Some parents wished for their kids to be safe. Mine made sure I didn't let the heat out with my carelessness. Good times.

When I got to the house, I pulled out the key to let myself in. As soon as I entered the house, I laughed and shook my head as I let my jacket slide down my arms. The TV was going in one room, and lights were on in three different ones too.

"Oh, I miss Connie," I declared to the open floor plan. "She'd never let things be like this." If there was one identical thing Connie and I could agree on, it was that a messy house was an unlivable house, at least from our standards.

"Well, good thing I'm home to deal with it, huh?" Connie announced as she stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining area. I jumped and gasped when I heard her voice.

"Oh! Connie! You're home!" I dropped my coat and keys on the bar and ran to hug her. "What? What are you doing here?!"

"Silly girl!" she teased. "I live here!" she uselessly reminded me and opened her arms to welcome my hug.

"You know what I mean!" I argued through a laugh. "What happened?"

"Oh, this was planned," she responded with a wave. "The kids will stay up there until the New Year, but my plan, especially with Mark staying home, was always to come home right after Christmas. I got in about five minutes before I texted you."

"Well, can we clean up a little, and then sit and talk?" I inquired as I gave a hesitant look and nodded towards the table.

"Music to my ears," Connie confirmed and nodded.

We set out to make the house interior right again. My heart was full as I set things back where they belonged in the rooms which were even more beautiful since they were still decorated for Christmastime. Music was playing on the speakers throughout the house, and excitement was coursing through my veins.

"Steph, are you hungry?" Connie called from the kitchen.

"I could eat," I responded as I walked in carrying a dirty plate and fork from the living room. Once I'd set the dishes in the sink, I joined her in front of the fridge. "What are you thinking?"

"I brought home two platefuls of Christmas dinner, if you'd like to enjoy one with me."

"Oh, I don't want to take from Mark," I argued and shook my head.

"No, no," Connie corrected and wagged her finger. "I assure you, he will appreciate that you've eaten it so he doesn't have to. He's not a big fan of my mom's cooking. He eats it to be nice. He would rather make and serve everything here, but this year, it just didn't work out that way."

"Well, if you're sure," I told her as I sat at the table, "I'll enjoy it. And I'm hoping we can talk about the other night."

"Oh, I'm dying to talk to you about it!" Connie confirmed and laughed. "So, I'm guessing you enjoyed it? Wait! Don't tell me yet. I want every detail starting from the moment you entered the house."

Once our plates were in front of us, I picked up my fork and began with a bite of casserole. Oh, gosh. I sure hoped the rest of the food was seasoned better than that. (Spoiler: It was not. Mark dodged a bullet.) I made the best of it and focused on the discussion which was a much yummier serving.

"He took and hung my jacket before leading me into the bar area where he offered me a drink. I had a strawberry daiquiri. It was my first alcoholic beverage. I really liked it. It had a little effect on me since I hadn't eaten in a while prior to coming here, but he was nice enough to have me eat some bread to begin filling my stomach before we ate the lasagna."

"I heard you guys talked a little more about the rules and what to expect with him that evening."

"Yes, it was nice to hear that his biggest concern was my comfort with all of this," I answered and smiled. "He had decided to treat it a little like a date. He was right, though. I didn't need a whole lot of the 'getting to know you' stuff. We talked about some other things which helped me to relax, or well... not be so anxious. I got worked up a little down here," I noted as I pointed down at my nether region, "which is understandable."

"I'd say," Connie agreed and smiled as she brought her soda can to her lips. "I'm just picturing it in my head and feeling the little tingles myself."

"I offered to do the dishes since it was the least I could do for what I was getting to experience that night. I did most of them, but then he came to stand behind me. When I felt his groin pressing into me, well... at least I'd get a gold star for effort."

Connie smirked as she set her fork down. "Are you finished?" she asked and pointed at my plate. I nodded and moved my arms so she could take my things. "These can wait," she declared decidedly and took my hand to lead me into the living room. "I'd like to speak more about this in a relaxed setting."

"Oh, I'm always relaxed with you, Connie," I informed her and smiled as she squeezed my hand.

"So, were you surprised to hear that I wanted to watch the other night?"

"Not really," I admitted. "I mean, once it all set in that you were fine with Mark and me having sex together, well... I learned to go with it. I was happy to hear your voice after he called you."

"Yes, that was quite an eyeful I was greeted with."

"What was he pointing the phone at?" I asked and blushed. No matter the answer, it was bound to be embarrassing.

"Your beautiful ass," Connie answered and slid her fingers out of mine and ran them over my jeans. "While I knew I was going to get to see your body, I had no idea

that

was how I'd first be introduced."

"Well, I kinda got into what I was doing," I explained and felt myself growing redder. "I had seen several penises on the screen before. I wanted to know what

his

was like."

"Do you prefer to use the formal terms?"

"Oh, um, I wasn't sure what the best words for it or them would be."

"You can call them whatever you'd like around here, honey," Connie offered. She ran her hand up my leg and lifted it to move it up to my side. "I like 'cock' for the guy. I love 'pussy.' I'm a big fan of 'tits,' but there is just something about your 'ass,'" she acknowledged before she turned to face me.

"So, not only did you give your first blowjob, but

after

you'd had sex with him," Connie noted. "Well, you aren't so shy, are ya?" I shrugged. "And, um, well, he stopped you, but I want to explain something. Honey, men only stop a woman from giving them oral pleasure for two reasons. One, she's not doing a very good job at it, or two... she's doing a

very

good job at it. If it's bad, he wants her to stop because it isn't doing anything for him. If it's too

good

, he doesn't want to cum too soon, or he'd rather do the cumming inside her. For no experience, babe, I have to tell you. You are a natural."

"Connie, I want to learn about sex with you," I confessed and turned to meet her gaze. I was sure the kiss was inevitable, but the method at which we began was unexpected. Connie put her hand behind my neck and brought my face to hers.

"Oh, you're about to learn plenty, sweet girl," she promised and gave me a kiss so dizzying, I was sure I'd pass out. And as expected, things escalated from there.

I reached for her top and pulled it off her. I was dying to see which bra and panties she'd chosen to wear. When the light blue lace came into view, I moaned and squirmed in my seat. Just as I was about to take my shirt off, my hands were swatted away so that Connie could do the honors.

"

Mmm

, like minds," she purred when she noticed I'd been wearing the same bra. "Thong or crotchless?"

"Thong, but only because I didn't know you'd be here," I justified.

"Well, won't we be a sight if Mark comes home before you and I are done. The thong will make him horny. The crotchless ones

I'm

wearing will make him hard. Then who knows what will happen."

"Are we heading down there now?" I asked breathlessly after pulling away from her embrace.

"No rush," Connie assured me. She led me to the floor where we sat very closely to one another. "We can do a whole lot right here in the living room. From what I heard, it's seen a little more than a few performances from you right here at the coffee table, hmmm?" I closed my eyes and shook my head. I was so embarrassed. "Oh, don't be like that. If you knew all the things

I've

done, your mind would spin. Now, why don't we give this room one more show, shall we?"

"You gonna lead the way?"

"You trust me?"

"With all that I am," I breathed and scooted closer to her to wrap my arms around her.

"I'd like to take off my jeans," I shared and put my hands on the button.

"Oh, please let me," Connie begged and moved onto her knees to do it. "How do you like the new lingerie? Have you been wearing a new set each day?"

"Yes, I love the feeling of the smooth fabric, especially of the panties. The bras all push up the girls, and they're comfortable which was a little surprising."

As she slipped the jeans down to my knees, I sat down to allow her to take them off my legs. "Now, isn't that more comfortable?" Connie asked. She hurried to reach for her own pants, but I leaned forward to catch her hands.

"Allow me the pleasure as well, won't you?" I requested. I knelt again as I raised the question which meant I was eye to eye with her. Without hesitation, I leaned in and kissed her while my hands fumbled with the elastic of her yoga pants. Duh, I realized. They were the most comfortable for driving. Once I slid the pants down to her knees, I ran my hands back up her legs so I could hug her. I reached around and cupped her ass, bringing her closer to me in doing so.

"

Mmm

, aren't you finding your way?" Connie noticed as she ran her hands up my stomach to hold my breasts. "I think your sexual experience list is going to be growing by leaps and bounds this week, Steph. Are you ready for that?"

"With you and Mark?" I asked as I helped her to sit so I could remove her pants. "Oh, hell yes," I hissed and continued to lay her back so I could explore her body. "May I do this?"

"Honey, my body is yours right now," Connie confirmed. "You're doing so well already. Please feel free to touch and taste me. Ask me questions. Talk to me. This is all for you, though I already know I'm going to be very pleased as well."

"Will you tell me if I do something wrong?"

"Absolutely, but I am certain that there is nothing you could do to make that happen," Connie assured me. "Kiss me or touch me. I'm yours for you to do as you please."

I didn't know where to start, so I kissed her again as I let my hands touch her body. I pulled away when I felt her nipples poking through her bra. Without asking, I reached around to unfasten it so I could touch her. I wanted to lick and suck on her nipples like Mark had done to me.

I held her breasts knowing Connie was watching me. Oh, they were handfuls with a little extra for pure pleasure. I leaned down and stuck my tongue out to simply touch her nipple. Connie gasped which made me want to do it again. I held her sides and took her nipple into my mouth. My tongue played with it, and I wanted to have more. I licked her breast from the bottom to the top of the left side and then the right.

"Stephanie, you have quite a way with that tongue," Connie encouraged. "I can just imagine what else you're going to do with it." I couldn't wait!

"Is there a certain way that you..." I began to ask before I was interrupted.

"Stephanie," Connie called out quietly with a warning tone. "Do what you'd like with me. What have you imagined in that curious mind of yours, hmmm? Show me. Do it, baby," she encouraged and then closed her eyes and moaned.

Well, the time had come. I'd imagined this experience several times, especially in the past 72 hours. I had never thought that this was the way it would go. Fair game? Whatever I wanted to do to her? Well, I knew what I had thought about the most.

I moved down to Connie's belly button and kissed the area surrounding it. I longed to taste her. Rather than removing her panties, which was how I'd envisioned this moment, I thought I'd see what crotchless panties would allow me to do. If I didn't like the restrictions (should there be any), I could simply remove them.

Other than my own scent and taste, I'd had no exposure to another female body. I didn't know what to expect, but oh... how I longed to discover that which belonged to Connie. I turned my body to hover over her lower section and lifted her leg to hold it at my side. As I put my nose to her panties, I inhaled deeply and sighed as I found it heavenly.

"Connie, you smell amazing," I informed her. I needed her to know what I was thinking. I had no idea how many women had licked and smelled her pussy, but it was mine to enjoy at that moment, and I intended to do just that. I admired the shape and details of her smooth skin and sexy folds. I licked my lips and went in for the first taste.

"

Oooohhh

," Connie moaned and lifted her ass off the floor. "Yes, baby. Take your first taste. See what you like. Make my pussy your playground. I want to feel you exploring my sex."

I took another few swipes before I chose to zero in on a few different parts which piqued my interest. The more I tasted her, the more I craved more of her sweet flavor. The more I licked and plunged my tongue into her sexy hole, the more I was treated to it. And when I took her clit into my mouth, I found that it made her squirm and writhe beneath me. The more she got turned on, the more her juices flowed, which led to more desire to taste her... and more movement along the yummy cycle. Inevitably, I was going to watch this woman have an orgasm, and it would be caused by me!