I Was Their Babysitter -

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and it was created solely by me as the author. All characters are over the age of 18. Any similarities to characters, real life people, or things are all happenstance, though my appreciation to those who have

inspired

my works is immense.

Author's Note:

This is the seventh part of the series, and I'm excited to be posting back in this category. To my First Time category fans, you may find yourself liking this one as well, I believe. I hope you'll read the story parts from before to best enjoy the storyline. I also hope you'll find yourself wanting to check out the rest of my works.

Super special shoutout to Toby's namesake. I'm so thrilled that you've enjoyed what I've done with your character.

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Recap:

Steph, Mark & Connie had been swamped with work in the first half of June, so they went two whole weeks without being together after a constant weekly visit minimum since they'd begun "being" together. Connie found that they'd have the next day off, so she had Mark invite Steph to go boating - just the three of them.

I Was Their Babysitter - pt. 7

"I know you keep

saying

that," Lana observed, "but you're not

fine

. You were the one who told them it would be best if you didn't attend their family vacation with them, and now you're bumming out about it. And you haven't taken up the invite from Tom and LeAnn, nor Laura and Rob, even with the blessing

and

encouragement of Mark and Connie. What gives?"

"I... uh, I'm wondering about... I mean, I'm thinking about maybe asking this guy in my class...."

"Whaaaaaatttt?!" Lana exclaimed. "You're thinking of talking to a guy? Like, maybe even sleeping with him?"

"Well, I mean, yeah," I confessed and covered my face. "Connie asked about him when she saw me talking to him after class. She picked me up that day because my car was in the shop." We didn't mention

why

it was in the shop. It was best left

un

mentioned. (But since you're wondering, can I just say - again - that what she lacks behind the wheel, Lana more than makes up for in other things?)

"So, who is it?" Lana inquired. "Do you have a picture of him? What's he like? Is he interested?"

I sighed. "His name's Toby. Yes, I do have a picture, actually," I confessed and pulled up the group shot we'd had taken from the summer project he, two others, and I had worked on.

"Oh!" Lana exclaimed. "Gosh! He's a cutie. So, are you looking at long term or just a side helping of dick?"

"Geez, Lana," I breathed and shook my head. "I'm definitely not looking long term. I'm only 19. But, you know... I'd kinda like to see what else is out there. And Connie encouraged it. It's just... um, I'd like to, maybe... I think I'd like to see if he'd like to be with me and, um... uh, you."

"Oh? Oh! Oh, I mean... I don't think we should be sharing a whole lot about us being cousins..."

"No! No, no, no... uh, I was going to present it as being with 'me and my roommate.'"

"Oh," Lana contemplated. "Oh, well, alright. Bring it. That sounds hot."

"Does it?" I asked slyly. I got up and sat in the chair right next to hers at our kitchen table. It was an early end-of-June morning, even for us, but neither of us had classes or work, so we had decided to enjoy a full day of just the two of us to reconnect. On my end, anyway, I intended to be quite literally connecting with her very soon.

"How hot?" I asked as I breathed next to her ear. I knew the ears were sweet spots for my cousin. "Like, hot enough to go practice a few of the moves we'll be sharing with Toby sometime soon?"

"

Mmm

, I've got something you can practice on," Lana purred just before she turned my body to face hers and wrapped her arms around me as she kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back. I think the intention had been for us to make our way to one of our bedrooms, but before I knew it, we were naked and slithering our wet and needy pussies together while clinging to the cold tile floor of our kitchen.

"

Uhn

, Lana!" I moaned and pulled on her knee to grind harder. "Fuck, I love how our lips kiss like this!"

"

Gnnuh

, fuck!" Lana responded and pressed her body into mine like we were trying to merge them. "Steph! Oh, baby! Yes, cuz! Fuck my pussy! Fuck it!!" she exclaimed and cried out as she came on me. I came as soon as she sprayed her juices directly onto my clit.

After we calmed down, finished a good make out session, and managed to finally stop groping one another, Lana laid back and sighed. "Think Toby will enjoy

that

show?" We both laughed. "Because I'm totally up for doing

that

again."

***

The next day, I went to class a little early and took my seat to review some notes. I was barely acknowledging those around me because I had my AirPods in and had been enjoying my music. I wasn't entirely social with people in this particular class because there seemed to be a clique-type theme throughout the groups, and I tended to want to come to class, study and learn, get my A, and move on.

As irony would have it, the song had ended, and before the next had begun, I heard a girl say something spicy in almost a whisper to another girl who had decided to sit on the back of the chair directly in front of mine. Oh,

that

girl, I thought to myself as I watched the spicy whisperer getting ready to say something else. She always annoyed me. But worst of all? She had this tendency to do the "chef's kiss." She'd talk about something, and then, rather than finishing her thought, she'd do her little "fingers to the lips" move, and we were all just supposed to know what the fuck she was talking about. (Sorry. It was hella annoying)

"Not only did we break up because we wanted different things, but he gave me an STD!" the girl claimed. I had hit pause on my playlist, but I kept gently nodding to the beat of the song I'd been listening to prior.

"I thought you broke up with him?" the other girl questioned.

"Yeah,

duh

," the break-up chick claimed. "Like anyone would break up with me. But you're not getting my point! I had to go to my gynecologist for my yearly appointment, and she told me I have... an STD!" she whispered there at the end.

"So, what are you gonna do?" other chick questioned.

"She gave me meds, but what else can I do?" break-up chick asked. "It's not like I can slash his tires or give the STD

back

to him. What's done is done. By

not

telling him, I'm paying him back the best way I know how. Besides, it'll get passed on to some other girl, and she can deal with it, not to mention all the crap he'll put her through. I'm just done."

"Oh, let's go get in our seats before Professor Goetch gets here," other chick told her friend. "Did you do that assignment we were supposed to do for the group project yet?" I rolled my eyes ever so slightly. The entire project was due that night at midnight.

"I got Bryan to do it," break-up chick bragged. "Boys tend to do lots of things for you when you give them a little something."

"Did you

pay

him?" other chick asked incredulously.

Aw

, I thought to myself.

Bless her heart.

I saw Toby as he walked into the classroom and smiled at him when he made eye contact. Class began, and I was listening to the overview of the past class. I smiled again when Toby turned in his seat to look back at me when our project was mentioned by the professor. I happened to look past him at the girl sitting next to him. It was break-up chick, and she was glaring at me. I wasn't quite sure what that was about. I tucked my hair behind my ear and went back to focusing on the lesson of the day.

"Hey, Steph," Toby greeted me after class was over. "How's it going?" Just as I was about to answer him, break-up girl walked by us and bumped into me. "Carrie, cut it out," Toby demanded and stood between the girl and me. "Move along." Oh, Toby was Carrie's ex.

Oh, boy.

"Fuck off,

Tobe

," Carrie snarled. "You just gonna move on and screw up someone else's life?" She eyed me up and down and sniffed a laugh. "I'd watch it, bitch," she addressed me this time. "He's just gonna waste your time. Stupid virgin bitch," she muttered as she turned and walked away.

Toby turned and shook his head at me. "I'm so sorry about that," he offered. "Are you OK? Did she hit you hard?"

"No, no," I assured him and tightened the grip I had on my backpack. "Why is she... oh, that's probably not my business. Sorry."

"Oh, she made it your business when she came at you like that," Toby confirmed. "Do you have plans after this, or would you like to go grab a bite with me?"

"I'd like that a lot," I offered and took his extended elbow.

"Should we, um... did you want to go to the cafeteria, or could we leave campus? Do you have any other classes? I'm done for today, and I have no plans for the rest of the evening."

"I'm done for today," I answered and nodded. "Off campus would be great. Should we leave a car here?"

"Being ever the gentleman, I suppose I should offer to drive," Toby declared thoughtfully. "But we could also drop your car back at your place. I wouldn't mind knowing where you live."

"Oh, my roommate and I share a house, actually, so that would be fine," I suggested.

"Wow, that's great. I'm still living at home, but once I'm done with next year, I'll be headed off to a four-year college to complete my degree and, well, hopefully, go there on scholarship for baseball."

"Oh, well, I'll have to keep an eye out for that next spring," I noted. "Baseball, huh? That's great. Well, hey... this is my car. Want to follow me to my place? We can take a little tour and then decide on dinner."

"Sounds perfect," he replied and pointed at his truck. "I'll follow you."

Before we were on the way over to my place, I quickly texted Lana to let her know we were on the way. She had been excitedly expecting our arrival. We weren't sure what the plan was, but we had a little idea in mind. What I'd heard at the beginning of class needed to be addressed for sure. I was anxious to see what might happen with him, let alone once he caught a glimpse of Lana and me giving him a little show. Well, if it got to that point. If there was an STD in play, we needed to get that taken care of first.

I wasn't really sure what Toby was looking for in this little date, but I know I wasn't looking for something too serious. I had Mark and Connie for that aspect, and I was very happy with them. And Toby had obviously been in some kind of thing with that Carrie girl, so was I just going to be a piece of rebound ass? Toby didn't seem like that kind of guy.

Hmmm

, I supposed it was best to just see what happened.

"So, this is me," I announced out the window as I pointed at the house and then at the driveway. "I will drive through and park in the garage. If you want, you can park in one of the spots in the back."

"Oh, uh... sounds good," Toby answered and nodded. "Pretty nice digs," he added. I nodded and drove as I had told him I would before watching him park his truck. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but I liked seeing him park there. I also wasn't sure why it gave me a funny little feeling in my belly. Ah, well. It was time to see if Lana and I would see action with this hot guy this evening. We had a few things to discuss first.

"Lana?" I called out and waved at Toby to follow me. "I've brought company," I announced. I turned to talk to Toby. "I don't want her throwing you off with a sudden peep show. She's got a few habits which might make the both of us blush." I giggled and shook my head. "Anyway, let me show you around. Would you, maybe, just be up for ordering out?"

"Steph?" Lana called out. "Oh, hey!" she addressed us as she walked into the kitchen wearing a cute little tank and tiny shorts. "Who's this?"

"Toby, this is my roommate, Lana," I introduced. "Lana, this is my classmate, Toby. We did a project together recently, and we were just about to discuss dinner. I was thinking of hanging out here and ordering in."

"I'm game for that," Toby agreed and shrugged. "What are you two craving?" Well, that was a nice big opening.

"I'm not actually hungry for food," Lana admitted. "But a nice sausage would be lovely."

I facepalmed at that and shook my head as I tried to refrain from laughing. "Toby, you'll have to forgive my roommate. She may have gotten a double helping of hormones back when she hit puberty."

"You're one to talk," she mumbled and patted my ass as she walked by us to sit in the chair in the living room.

"I, uh... Toby," I addressed him suddenly. "I believe in being open about things. Would you like to have a seat? We should talk. Lana, can you go put an order in for dinner? Toby? Any allergies or anything? Requests?"

"I like pizza," he answered and took a seat. "And I'd take a soda, if you have any." He turned to me when Lana agreed and left the room. "Steph, what's up?"

"So, I had an idea about what we could possibly do today," I shared, "but I heard something at class that I don't think I was supposed to hear."

"What were you thinking?" Toby asked and tilted his head. "I'll be honest. Um, I wanted to take you out to share a meal and explain Carrie's hostility."

"Oh, I think I know, or at least I

heard

something about why she's upset, anyway."

"Lemme guess," Toby requested and sat back in the chair to get comfortable. "She's pissed because we were going different directions, and she's busy telling people, most likely whoever will listen, that

she

dumped

me

."

"Something like that," I answered. I had to make sure he knew sooner than later. Treatment for these things, depending on how severe it is, could be best handled if done quickly.

"You said you like to be open, right?" Toby questioned. "How about this. Let's put the important things out there. I like to know what's expected of me and what's being said too, though that bitch can suck it. She's a ho."

"I got to class early and had my Air Pods in," I explained just as Lana walked in.

"Pizza is on its way," she informed us and took a seat on the couch. "So, go on. You were jamming out to Rush because that's your study music. Continue."

"Don't be a know-it-all," I chided. "So, there was a pause between songs exactly when the two girls sat down on the seat ahead of my desk. I kinda really believe they didn't know I was there. Anyway, I caught Carrie telling the girl that she has an STD."

"What?" Toby asked, clearly not expecting that. Well, this date was about to be cut short. Dammit.

"Damn," Lana whispered and shook her head. Disappointing news for her too, obviously.

"She said she had gone in for her yearly exam, and while she was there, the doctor told her she has an STD. She didn't say which one. In fact, now that I'm thinking back on it, it sounded kinda weird the way she told the girl. She just kept saying 'STD'. Anyway, she said the best way to punish you for giving it to her is by not telling you."

I was about to look at my phone to look up the nearest doctor's office for him to possibly call when he let out a huge laugh. I jumped, it was so unexpected.

"Wow," Toby breathed and shook his head. "I dodged a bullet with that one. Man. Even if it's not true about the STD," Toby justified, "she can still go suck it. I hear she's good at that."

"Wait, what?" Lana asked.

"Crazy," Toby whispered and shook his head. "So, would you like the real story of why she acted so harshly this afternoon?" Toby offered. Both Lana and I nodded slowly.

"Do you need to, I don't know... maybe call to make an appointment?" I asked hesitantly. "The sooner the better, right?"

"I appreciate your concern," Toby noted, "but I don't need to go to a doctor. I met Carrie late in the second semester while at baseball practice. She started coming around, and then she joined a few of us guys after a couple games when we went out for pizza afterwards. I guess you could say we were dating, but I didn't see a future with her. She was way too flirty and, I don't know... messy.

"So, in the (literally) only two times that we were making out, I guess, she kept trying to get into my pants. I'd stop her, she'd get upset, and we'd stop talking for a day or two. Then she would act like nothing happened, so we did the little back and forth game again until she was upset because I wouldn't let her get at me and left me where we were."

"Why did you stop her?" Lana asked.

"I was trying to enjoy just kissing her, but she always tried to get at my dick." Toby paused and shook his head. "I'm sorry. That's so crass. I just meant..."

"No, no," I argued. "You said it right. When you feel like that's all the other person wants, it isn't about romance. It's almost like it doesn't matter that it's

you

with them. They just want the end game they're after."

"Exactly," Toby agreed and gave me that smile I had begun finding really cute as of late. "So, when she tried to be in the same group as me for the project, I kinda made sure to ask Professor if I could be with Reggie, Anne, and... you. I said something about us being on the same timetable or something like that.

"What also happened was that I seemed to be happier when I wasn't with her, and she noticed it. Like, for instance, she hated that I liked to wear yellow. It bothered her so much that I got the new school shirt since our colors are, in fact, maroon and yellow. I thought it was cool to see one that wasn't white or maroon as usual. But she flipped out about it. I never understood why, but it made me want to wear the shirt all the time just to piss her off. Just being with her made me so frustrated. So, last week, I told her we obviously wanted different things and thought it was best for us to 'break up,' not that we were ever really together, let alone exclusive.

"She argued that no one breaks up with

her

. No one would believe that I dumped her anyway. She also claimed she could have any guy she wanted, and I didn't know what I was missing. So, if she got an STD, it certainly wasn't from me. And, Steph? She totally knew you were listening to her with her storytelling. She loves a good audience. I'm sure she knew that you were most likely the girl I was interested in, because she saw how I looked at you in class."

"I, um..." I stuttered before I decided to go ahead and share the rest, "I heard her tell the other girl that she got a boy in her group to do her part of the work because she gave him something. Now,

I

may have understood what Carrie was talking about, but that girl with her sure didn't."

"Like I said," Toby reiterated from earlier, "I'd heard she gave good head. I have no idea what she's good at. It wasn't kissing; I can tell you that. Anyway, yeah, she gets around, I guess."

"I'm sorry that happened to you," Lana sympathized as she ran her hand over his.

Subtle, you brat

, I accused in my mind.

"What my overly friendly roommate means is that you didn't deserve to be treated like that," I explained, "and we appreciate that you've cleared the air about what I heard before class."

"It's funny," Toby shared as he sat forward, "I'm a normal, everyday 19-year-old guy, but I just don't want to be some girl's piece of meat." I turned and looked at Lana who refused to look into my eyes. "And it's not like I don't want to have sex. I mean, come on. I'm still 19. That means I'm as horny as this one threefold on most days." He had pointed over at Lana in an attempt to be playfully discreet, and Lana's gasp only made things less tense.