Good Times, Bad Times

Bad Times, Good Times

This Story is written in first person perspective, but these events are purely Fiction!

Written By Jimmmy D.

At the tender age of 14 I had my very first sexual experience, I’m sure I’m not the only one that dreamt of having sex with my Baby sitter. Her name was Sherrie, she was about 5’8” and about 140 lbs, and she was 19 years old. She had a huge butt and equally voluptuous bosom, with her pinkish red hair, and very low cut revealing shirts she captured my attention as a newly pubescent boy. I had not yet sprouted my pubic hairs, but I had however been getting erections, not only for the durations of time that I had to piss, but, in a sexual way as well. I got my first erection, and thus entered the realm of sexuality one fateful summer day.
I had just woken up, around noon, my mother and father were at work, and my babysitter, Sherrie, was in the kitchen cooking lunch. I wondered through the living room, she had discarded her jacket and her shoes at the end of the sofa. I strode into the kitchen past the stove where Sherrie stood frying eggs.
“Why are you cooking eggs for lunch?” I asked her perusing the selection of drinks in the refrigerator.
“Well, you haven’t had breakfast yet, so instead of lunch, I’m going to make you brunch.”
I selected a bottle of orange soda, popped the lid of, and proceeded to suck the contents out. I moseyed over to Sherrie and leaned on the counter, facing her, watching he fry the eggs. She was wearing a spaghetti strapped tube top, it was loose and her breasts were practically spilling out. I watched her chest as a bit of grease spit out from the pan, and went into the fire. Sherrie jerked her arm back to keep the eggs from burning, and in that instant I saw her right tit pop out of her shirt. I was marvelous, it was large and round, it had a nipple just the perfect size, and that lovely nipple was bright pink, and just begging for someone to suck it. Sherrie noticed her tit pop out, but she wasn’t quick to cover it up, she walked toward me and sat the frying pan on the counter, on a small metal plate. She pulled her top outward and eased her breast back in to proper placing, she looked over to me, and noticed a growing bulge in my pants. At the time I was but a small boy, and I assure you all my extremities were in proportion. My little 3 ½ inch erection protruded from my boxing shorts. Sherrie chuckled and pointed to my groin. Noticing quickly what had happened I slapped my hands over my cock and tried to force it down.
“Don’t worry,” Sherrie started “I know that kinda stuff happens to all little boys.”
I sighed a bit and relaxed, letting my erection swing free. We ate lunch and the day proceeded regularly, around 9 pm my mother and father arrived, Sherrie left, and she came back the next day.
The next morning I woke up earlier, around 10 am and found Sherrie cooking breakfast.