Hi, my name is Melanie and I am a slut, at least I want to be. It feels good to put it out there. Until recently not another living soul knew.
A little about me so you will understand. I have always been the awkward one, taller than everyone my age, kinda chunky and shy. I used to be made fun of alot but eventually just became invisible.
Once I turned eighteen, my body started to change for the better. The baby fat went away, thank God, and sexy curves started forming. My breasts are now a full C and I can finally stand before my full length mirror and not want to vomit.
Throughout this process nobody else had noticed. I never wore makeup and always wore baggy clothing with my hair in a ponytail. Until a month before graduation that is.
I decided to unveil myself as sort of a test before college, see if anyone noticed. Well mission accomplished ladies and gentlemen! All the guys started flirting with me and all the girls either wanted to be my friend or hated my guts. Not bad for Miss Invisible!
Perfect right? Well um, not really, because as I alluded to earlier, I know for a fact that I am a total slut, I have thought of little else since I don't know when, but as it turns out, I had no interest in any of these people. I mean the guys, and girls for that matter, are smiling at me and trying to 'hang out' and nothing, my body is not reacting to any of them. Honestly it didn't make any sense.
I fantasize about almost everyone I know, sometimes people that are completely disgusting even, which is a turn on in and of itself. I have fantasized about domination, humiliation, fetishes, gangbangs, exhibitionism, I mean the list goes on and freaking on, and now that I finally feel pretty enough to act on my impulses, my body isn't having it.
So I graduated high school a slut whore 'virgin' who's never been touched by anyone, other than myself of course. This is where my summer awakening story begins because I did find an outlet for my yearnings, one not so surprising but also one very surprising.
This is a long winded way of saying the ugly duckling turned into a swan and finally got laid. But it's a cool story or maybe it isn't? I don't freakin know, you be the judge.
For the last couple of years I have been babysitting for the couple next door, Mr and Mrs Pickett. Mr Pickett is like the nicest guy ever and Mrs Pickett is a fucking bitch. Mr P works his ass off, long hours in a job he hates and Mrs Bitch does nothing but socialize and complain all day about how Mr P isn't good enough. So anyway, when Mrs Bitch wants to go out, which is most of the time, she texts me and I babysit their cute little boy.
I was over there on Thursday night because Mrs Bitch was going out with her bitch friends and Mr P was working late as usual. When Mr P came home he looked like he always did, tired and sad, he really was pathetic looking (turn on alert). I felt so bad, he's like a father figure to me (turn on alert).
"Hey, Mr P."
"Hi, Melanie, is everything good?"
"Yeah, the little man is asleep."
"My wife isn't home yet?"
"Yeah right. Like she's coming home early on girls night."
He laughed, "yeah that was a silly question."
"Have you eaten?" I asked him
"No, I'll heat something up."
"Don't eat that crap. Let me make something for you."
"Don't trouble yourself."
"Mr P, sit your ass down and I'll make you a vegetable omelet."
He looked up in shock, I have never talked to him like that. I put my hands on my hips, gave him my best cutie look and smiled at him.
"Please?"
He smiled. "Okay, but only because you said please."
He sat down in the chair facing the stove and that's when it hit me. I have been wasting my time with boys. 'I need a man'! I looked down and realized I was wearing a loose mini skirt and tank top. I screamed 'yes' in my head. Let the seducing begin!
I mean he's perfect and I'm sure he'd kill for just a smidgen of attention. Well I can give him a whole lot more than that, and he can give me the little experience I want before college.
I get all the supplies I need making sure to bend over as much as I can justify. I don't want to overplay it. I put on some light music and shake my butt while cooking. I don't know if he's watching but I know for sure I would be, so it's worth a shot.
I bring it to him and bend over while putting it down to give him a good glance at my cleavage. I put my hand on his shoulder.
I realize it's all a little cliche but I've got to work with what I got. I offer him the wine that's in the fridge. He tells me to get two glasses. I pour the wine and sit next to him at the end of the table.
"You aren't having any?" He asks.
"I ate earlier."
"I didn't realize it was just for me. I wouldn't have agreed."
"Don't be silly. I wanted to do it and if you actually like it, I will be thrilled."
"It's delicious!"
I give him a big smile and leaned forward with my arms on the table
"I'm so happy. I live to please."
Did he get the hint? I'm guessing not, he will probably need many hints, but that's okay. It will make it fun. Although right now I am imagining him ripping my clothes off, which would also be fun.
We sat at the table for about an hour chatting away about nothing important. I pretty much just listened to him talk. In retrospect I think he needed that.
I told him I was going to go and we both stood up. I gave him a kiss on the cheek, which I've never done before, and left. I kinda bounced out of the kitchen, thinking maybe subliminally it will implant a sexy thought about me going up and down in his brain.
And so began my quest.
On Saturday I was laying by the pool working on my tan. I could here Mr P cutting his lawn.
"Hey, Melanie."
"Hey there, Mr P." I said as I turned and smiled for him.
"Any chance you can babysit later?"
"Maybe, you guys going out?"
"She has some event but I brought home a bunch of work and I'd like to get through it later and it would be much easier if you are there."
I stood up, letting him have a full view of me in my bikini and strode to him. That's right Mr P look all you want, wherever you want. When his eyes eventually found mine I smiled.
"I don't know, I mean it's Saturday night, Mr P. That's asking alot."
"You're right, don't worry about it."
"Now wait a minute, don't give up so easily. Maybe if i got a little extra because it is, after all, Saturday night."
Mr P was surprised.
"Oh sure. Whatever it takes."
That's my Mr P.
"Perfect! I will go to the grocery store and get everything I'll need."
"I don't understand?"
"I am going to cook us dinner, that is my Saturday night price."
Awareness finally hitting him.
"So you are going to babysit and cook me dinner for your normal fee?"
"That's right. You can pay for the groceries if it makes you feel better."
"You drive a hard bargain, little lady."
Oh my God, him calling me little lady just got me really wet.
"Keep calling me that and I'll throw in desert."
Confusion clearly written on his face I decided to change tactics.
"When do you want me?"
He looked more confused.
"When do you want me to come over?"
"Oh, yeah right. Does seven work?"
"Seven is perfect."
I turned around to walk back to my chair but really it was just to give him a look at my ass. I'm so glad I picked my skimpiest bikini today. I walked as sexily as I could. I knew I needed work on my seduction skills but I also knew my ass is amazing. He was still there when I laid down. I could see him in the corner of my eye but I pretended not to. You can look all day long Mr P.
I stood in my closet for a long time. What the fuck do I wear? It can't be too obvious and it can't be too boring. I feel like I'm fishing, i have to reel him in but keep giving him a little slack so he doesn't break the line. Last time I was wearing a miniskirt so that's out. I can't wear a dress that would be too much. Finally I decided on tight jeans and a semi low cut blouse. Not too much, but shows off my assets just fine.
When he opened the door I paused and he gave me a full once over then I walked in as usual and sent him to his office to work while I took care of his son. Once I put the little man to bed I cooked dinner, it was a quick recipe but also a good one. I liked to cook and was really good at it.
I put dinner on a tray with a bottle of wine and brought it in his office. He had a coffee table and couch in there, where I set the plates.
"I thought I smelled something delightful." He said.
"Yes and the food smells pretty good also." I replied.
He laughed.
"You are much funnier lately, little lady."
I'm wet again.
"I'm glad I brought dessert. I didn't think you caught that."
"I catch everything."
