GETTING FUCKED WHILE BABYSITTING

I wasn’t really looking forward to my long weekend off from my job at the local pharmacy, since my boyfriend had been out of town on a business trip for the past two weeks, and I didn’t have anything planned for the upcoming three days. So when Mrs. Palmer called and asked if I would mind staying at her house and babysitting her son over the weekend, I grudgingly agreed. I smiled to myself a little, because the “child” needing “babysitting” was actually her 16 year old son, and I was sure she just wanted me to stay at the house so he wouldn’t end up throwing a party and trashing the place. I had babysat Kurt all throughout his childhood, so this was nothing new. But now that I was in my twenties, I felt a little disappointed that I was about to give up my free weekend to keep an eye on a teenager.

“Sure, Mrs. P, when do you need me to come over?” I asked with a sigh.

“Oh, thank you so much, Molly….any time on Friday before 4 pm would be fine. Frank and I are flying to Wisconsin for his 25th high school reunion. We should be home by late Sunday evening. We’ll feel better knowing that you’re here with Kurt while we’re away.”

“No problem, Mrs. P. I’ll see you then.”

I arrived on Friday afternoon, and waved to the Palmers as they headed for the airport. Kurt and I were familiar with each other, so after we chatted briefly, cooked and ate a frozen pizza for dinner, and changed into our comfy lounge clothes for the night, we perched on opposite ends of the sofa and settled in to watch a movie together.

Kurt’s comfy evening clothes were basically a pair of baggy athletic shorts and a white t-shirt. My comfy TV-watching clothes were a pair of thin, loose-fitting, short shorts, along with a thin cotton tank top…no bra. This was definitely comfortable for lounging, but since I had large, 34E boobs, my shirt did nothing to mask the naked tits beneath it. If you looked closely you could see my areolas through the thin material, and the bumps from my nipples were obvious…..and Kurt definitely noticed. I smiled to myself knowing that I was catching the eye of this teenager, and likely teasing him with my thin top, wobbling boobs, nipple bumps, and baggy short shorts.

After a while of watching TV, I was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with the TV remote sitting on my leg, as I occasionally texted with a friend. Kurt didn’t really like the movie we were watching and was getting restless, so he leaned over and reached for the remote on my leg. I snatched it away and said, “What are you doing? I’m watching this.”

He said, “No, you’re not….you’re texting.” And he continued to grapple for the remote.

I held the remote away from him in my right hand, and said, “It doesn’t matter, I don’t want to change the channel.”

He laughed, and started wrestling me for the remote, climbing on top of me and grabbing at it, as I turned and twisted and maneuvered so that he couldn’t get it.