It was odd but, although I've been sitting for over three years, this job was the first time I'd actually stayed overnight. My mother had always insisted that I be bought home, no matter how late the parents were out. I'd turned eighteen a few months back and this time I put my foot down.
I'd known Gloria and Fred Smith for years. They were a nice couple. It's odd, but with all the Smith's in the phone book, how often do you actually meet one? I once asked Fred what his first name was short for, Alfred or Frederick? "Neither," he told me. His mother had named him Fred and Fred was who he was.
Their kids were now four and five respectively, and a rumbustious pair. That was OK by me. I like lively children. Kids that sit around and mope are the pits. It's so hard to get them interested in anything.
Gloria was a nice young woman, very sociable and easy to get along with. Fred was OK. I wouldn't call him a hottie, but he wasn't unattractive. My understanding is that he's some sort of geek, considered hot property in his field. He was friendly enough, but not as sociable as Gloria.
Anyway, I'd turned up, the Smiths had gone out, and the kids and I played until it was their bedtime. There was the usual fight getting them to bed but I'm used to them, and they're used to me, and we all knew who the winner was going to be. After they were safely settled I watched TV for a while, eventually catching a reasonably early night.
When I woke up the next morning I just knew that my reasonably early night had been a mistake. I woke when the sun rose. Would you believe it chose to rise at five thirty, and me in a bedroom facing the east? There was no way I was going to snuggle down in a strange bed for a couple of hours with the sun beating down on me. I decided that seeing I was awake I might as well make the best of it and get up. I could watch some TV before breakfast.
As soon as I hopped out of bed I realised that there was one big advantage to getting up early. I'd have first go in the bathroom and would be assured of plenty of hot water for my shower. I slipped on my dressing gown and headed for the bathroom.
Once there I hung my gown on the hook behind the door and dropped my nightie and panties on the floor. I took one step towards the shower and the door opened and Fred walked in.
There was a catch on the door, so it was my own fault for not using it, but that didn't help me much. I gave a startled squawk and crouched down, wrapping my arms around myself.
"Don't look at me," I yelped at him. "Just go away."
He was laughing at me. I could hear it in his voice.
"Don't be such a little goose," he chided me. "Come on. Stand up. I'm not looking at you, honest. Look at me. You'll see my eyes are on your face. That's all I'm looking at."
He was smooth, I'll give him that. He had me standing and looking up at him, my eyes on his face and he was just looking back at me.
"No need to be alarmed or anything," he said, still speaking in a soft voice. "Nothing I haven't seen a thousand times before and I'm not looking you over. Smile, now."
Well, he may have seen it a thousand times before, but not mine, he hadn't. Still, I had to admit he wasn't openly ogling me and I felt myself relaxing. Now if he'd just turn and leave I'd be quite happy.
"There you go," he said. "Just relax and take it easy."
He took a step back away from me, and I found he was still holding my hands. He winked at me.
"Now I'm looking at you and checking you out," he said, and I could feel a blush spreading all over me as his eyes ran up and down, taking it all in and, from the look on his face, appreciating it.
Fred released one of my hands but only so that his own was free to be used for other purposes. He cupped my breast, gently squeezing it and rubbing the nipple before letting his hand trail downwards. I was feeling hot and bothered, the very air seeming to be closing in on me. I watched his hand as it drifted down my body.
I gave a gasp as I saw his hand disappear between my legs, rubbing my mound. I was staring down at where his hand was when I saw movement. His cock was becoming erect and pushing its way out from his pyjamas. Damn it all, men should have zippers on their pyjamas, not open flies. Now I had a cock standing tall and waving at me.
Fred released my other hand and I took the opportunity to back away from him. This led to me being plastered naked to the wall with nowhere else to go while he calmly dropped his pyjamas. I don't know why he bothered. The essential part was already on plain display.
By this time I'd found my voice, sort of, and was explaining to him why this was a bad idea.
"Fred, no, you can't do this." Silly comment number one. The way he was sticking out he most certainly could do this.
"Um, you'll regret this afterwards. You know you will." Silly comment number two. I wanted him to regret it before he did it, not after.
"Listen, I don't do this sort of thing." Like he was worried about that.
He bent down and hooked a hand behind my knee and lifted, moving closer as he did so. My nakedness was now very much apparent with his cock pressing along my slit, rubbing against me. He reached down and adjusted his position and I could feel him first pressing against me and then into me.
I was biting my lip and silently wailing, "This is going to hurt," and he was pushing in deeper. Oddly enough there wasn't any pain. Not even a twinge. His cock went sliding slowly down my passage as though I didn't even have a cherry to pop. I don't know who was more surprised, him or me.
"I thought you said you didn't do this sort of thing," he chided me.
"I don't," I said indignantly. "Maybe you're just too small to pop my cherry."
