This is my first story for Literotica, and the first creative writing I've done since I left school. I hope you like it.
Many thanks to my editor, gentoxic.
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I've been babysitting for the couple next door for a few months now. Their little boy, Liam, is nearly six months old. They go out about once a week, and I take my homework over there and study for a few hours. It's great getting paid for doing almost nothing. Liam is the perfect baby - never cries, and he sleeps like a rock.
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When they first moved in a few months ago, there was quite a bit of gossip. We live in pretty conservative, very quiet part of town in a tree-lined, suburban street. So a lesbian couple in the street was scandalous - and with a new baby! The neighbours were shocked. Admittedly, they gossiped about just about anybody, but this was going to be fuel for years to come. My parents are pretty laid-back about most things, but even they were concerned. Dad said to me, "Sally, there's nothing wrong with being like that, but you should probably keep clear of them." I'm not sure what he thought they were going to do to me -- kidnap me and whisk me away to lesbian indoctrination camp maybe!
A few weeks after they moved in, everything pretty much returned to normal. My mum even went over and introduced herself to them. She said that they seemed like a nice couple. Dad was still wary.
When Liam was a few months old, one of them came over and spoke to mum. They'd seen me in the street and wondered if I'd be interested in babysitting for them on Friday while they went to a party. Dad initially said no, and mum was in two minds about it, but it sounded like a great idea to me. I had no social life - so getting paid to sit and do my homework was a dream come true. I'd babysat for a few other couples in the street since I was fifteen. Now I was eighteen I thought it would be easy money. I convinced mum and she eventually convinced dad. He just had one proviso - he'd stay up until they came home, and he'd come over and get me. I thought it made me seem babyish, but it didn't really matter - who was going to know?
So Friday night arrived and I packed my school books into my backpack and walked over to their house. I'd seen them both through the window, but I'd never spoken to either of them before. Mum told me that their names were Liz, the blonde one, and Cassie, a redhead. I knocked quietly on the door and, when Liz opened it, I said, "Hi, I'm Sally."
She gave me a big smile, "Hi Sally, I'm Liz. Please come in. Have a seat on the couch and we'll be out in a second." Then she disappeared into the back of the house. While I sat and waited, I looked around the room. It was a pretty standard family room - there were photos of each of them with their respective families. On the wall was a beautiful frame with a photo of the three of them sitting on a swing in the park. They seemed like a normal, happy family.
A couple of minutes later they appeared in the doorway. Liz was carrying little Liam and Cassie followed behind. They all greeted me with big smiles - even Liam was laughing. Liz said, "Sally, this is Cassie and this is Liam." She sat next to me on the couch while Cassie sat in the chair opposite. Liam held out his hands to me and smiled. I held his hands and played with him. He crawled over onto my lap and wrapped his arms around my neck. I smiled back and wrapped my arms around him in a warm embrace.
Until then I hadn't really looked at either woman. Liz was wearing a silky blue dressing gown and slippers. She was in her mid thirties with shoulder length blonde hair and a slim figure. She was quite pretty in a simple, girl-next-door way.
Then I looked over at Cassie and my jaw nearly hit the floor. I think she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She was probably in late her late twenties and she was tiny. She had silky, copper coloured hair. It would have reached down her back, but at the moment it was wound into an elegant bun with a short fringe and two small strands cascading down either side of he face. Her eyes were huge - a deep, deep shade of blue. Her mouth was very narrow, but with soft thick lips. She was wearing a diaphanous mauve evening gown. It was split down the front all the way to her waist showing off the valley between her small breasts. My eyes travelled down to her feet where she wore strappy black stilettos.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Liz smile as she watched me staring at Cassie. I quickly turned away, embarrassed.
Liz said, "Cassie's going to put Liam to bed while I get dressed. Help yourself to something to eat or drink."
"Not at the moment, thanks. I might have a tea later though," I replied. "I'll get started on my homework."
"Ok, the tea is in the top cupboard and the cups are beside the sink. Use the dining table if you want to. See you in a few minutes."
I moved over to the table and started getting my books out. When Liz came back, she'd changed into a long black evening gown and high heels. She looked very elegant and beautiful. I had to force myself to look down at my homework to avoid staring. They left a couple of minutes later, and I finally released the breath that I hadn't realised I was holding.
I got straight into the homework because I had exams coming up and needed to do lots of revision. The time passed quickly, and just before eleven, I heard their car coming into the driveway. They came in the door followed closely by dad. He must have been waiting for their headlights. He said hello to them and then whipped me out the door before I even had a chance to ask them about their evening. It seemed a bit rude, but I didn't have much say in the matter.
When we got in the front door at home, dad said, "Ok, off you go - three T's." This was a little code that we'd had since I was young : teeth, toilet, and tee shirt. In my mind, I always added, "I think you mean three T's and an O." I went into the bathroom and did my usual routine. Then I went back to my room, stripped off my school shirt, jeans, and bra, and put on my long sleeping tee shirt. After turning off the light, I climbed into bed.
My "O" starts with pulling my tee shirt up and gently touching my boobs. I like caressing the sides and bottoms of them at first. As I get more excited, I move to gently rubbing the nipples. And then I move to little squeezes -- both the whole boob and the nipple. My boobs aren't the largest in the world, but they're round and firm. And they're very sensitive -- a couple of minutes rubbing the nipples gets me very wet.
In my mind I picture some of the guys I like: Harry Styles and Zac Efron are two that really get me going. And there's John Campbell from my class at school. He's a gentle giant -- a football player and weight lifter. He always has a lovely smile and speaks quietly with a slight lisp -- very sexy. For an eighteen year old virgin, I have a very dirty imagination.
Between the boobs and the guys, I can feel that I'm getting wet down below. My left hand stays on my breast while my right creeps down inside my knickers. My index finger slides down through my pubes to my labia. I don't really like touching my clitoris much, especially at the start -- it's just too sensitive. So I run my finger around the labia and then into the entrance to my vagina. I can feel that it's very wet -- more than usual. I sometimes use a toy -- the handle of my hairbrush or even a small carrot. But tonight I'm just using my fingers. I slide my index finger deep inside and wriggle it around. The heel of my hand is gently pressing on my clitoral area. I can feel the excitement building. Usually, it takes me a few minutes, but tonight my orgasm comes on me quickly. I move my left hand off my boob and down to my clit and press it hard. I'm picturing Zac in my mind as the orgasm comes rushing up. But as it washes over me, my mind quickly jumps to the beautiful face of Cassie. Waves of pleasure roll down my body as I tremble beneath my fingertips. I moan into the pillow. As always, I fall asleep almost instantly.
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The next morning, as I'm in the shower washing my hair, I think about what happened last night. I've never had any attraction to girls. I've been in the shower after sport with lots of girls and, sure, I've checked them out. But that's only ever been to compare their bodies to mine. I like to see who has bigger boobs. Or who has a curvy arse. And I've looked at a few who've shaved their pubes to decide whether I might do it. But it's never been sexual. Something changed last night - I had an orgasm while thinking about a girl, and it's got me worried. Am I gay? I never even thought about it before. I've always fantasised about guys, but now, as the hot water rushes down, I'm not so sure.
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For the next few months, I babysit for Liz and Cassie about once a week. Sometimes Liam is awake and we play with his toys on the floor. When it comes time for bed, I read him a book and put him in his cot. Other times, Liz has already put him to be bed and I don't hear a peep from him all night. He is just a perfect child to babysit. I just get so much homework done!
The only bad thing is dad's insistence that he comes over and takes me home immediately after they get back. Frankly, it's insulting. I'm eighteen years old -- I can look after myself. And what are they going to do to me anyway? But it's a small price to pay for an easy job, so I put up with it.
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