Loving Babysitter Part 1 revision

It all started when I was 16. I remember it like it just happened, how could I ever forget? My parents were going out of town for a few days, moving trucks. My older brother was staying with my aunt, and I insisted I was old enough to take care of myself. However, my parents gave me a big fat no as the answer. They knew I didn’t do well spending long periods of time alone. They asked one of my dads friends, Jamie, to stay with me while they were gone. Jamie was 28. I always thought she was kind of weird with her really short brown hair, never wearing girls clothes, hiding her eyes behind sunglasses, and driving a big truck. What kind of girl did that?

Jamie came in as my parents were packing to be ready to go, and my brother was gone. I was still a bit pissed so I just sat there playing on the computer with my dirty blonde hair pulled back into a neat pony tail.

Jamie smiled at me and said, “Don’t worry Lisa, we’ll have lots of fun. We can do anything you want.” I just shrugged without looking t her for more than a glance and said my goodbyes then went to my room.

I changed into more comfortable clothes which were shorts and a tank top. I was pretty happy with my body at this point because I was quite mature physically and already had fairly sizeable breasts. I have always been petite so I knew I could look good in little but my dad always threw a fit, telling me to “put some damn clothes on” as he put it.

I was already like a sex crazed teenager but I knew NOTHING about sex. Sex Ed. was not required at my school so I wasn’t really sure how it REALLY worked. All I knew was that 2 people get naked, nothing else. I knew about how to french kiss from hearing people talk but I had never even had a closed mouth kiss. I knew you could do sex stuff with your mouths too but not much else. All in all, I was pretty naive.

I came out and turned on the tv, flopping on the couch. Jamie was just sitting on the loveseat, reading and looked up at me, face getting red, “A girl your age really shouldn’t dress like that.”

I rolled my eyes, “Oh come on. It’s just shorts.” Then I flipped it to comedy central.

I could feel that she was watching me which made me curious about her. I looked her up and down out of the corner of my eye with envy. Why couldn’t I have big boobs like hers? Why does she hide them under those baggy shirts? I wonder how thin she is. She walked to the kitchen and I saw she was in mens pants and remembered having to wear my brothers hand me downs and it always made me so mad. What would make a woman want to do that? Then I noticed the sway of her hips and was intrigued by it.

When she sat back down, I walked to the kitchen to get a drink, trying to walk like she did. Jamie stifled a laugh behind me which made me mad so I hid behind the fridge door. I took longer than I needed in picking to drink tea and tried to get a cup but it was out of my reach since I was so short.

”Um, Jamie?” I said shyly.

”Yeah honey?”

”I can’t reach.” I said in a defeated tone.

She smiled and came over and got a cup out for me. As she reached up, her shirt lifted a bit and I could see how toned she was. I also saw she had a tattoo, SO COOL! It was on her left hip and it was two girls symbols locked together.

I blurted out, “What’s that mean?” and poked at the tattoo. She almost dropped the cup and sat it on the table.

”Oh, well, you know how girls usually date boys?” She asked, her face a bit red.