Loving My Slutty Babysitter

I can’t even begin to describe the feeling of her soft and innocent lips kissing their way up my chest. I could do nothing but just lie back and absorb the feeling, until I was jerked into a wave of ecstasy, as her hand wrapped around my engorged manhood.

It was like nothing I’ve ever felt, but it still didn’t compare to what came after, when I pinned her supple and innocent body beneath me.

“Oh, my-”

“Don’t talk,” I told her. “You don’t need to tell me how much you want this.”

Goosebumps shot across her skin and a cry of sheer pleasure escaped her lips, the very moment my head brushed her soaking wet entrance.

“Your body will take care of that, all on its own.”

I couldn’t have possibly imagined that that was how my day would end, but as I thought back over the fine details, I was glad that it had.

* * *

I don’t know how I ended up so lucky. Normally, I’m the most unfortunate son of a bitch you’d ever meet.

“Hey, how’s Eleanor?” I asked, coming in to find two people sitting in the living room of sardine can sized apartment, not including my daughter.

“She’s fine,” said Natalie, my babysitter. “We had boatloads of fun, didn’t we, sweetie?”

As Eleanor laughed, Natalie flashed her sparkling and soulful eyes at me, making me almost melt on the spot. However, I quickly swallowed my attraction, as her big brother got up off the couch.

“We should get home.”

“Why?” Natalie asked him.

“It’s getting late.”

“We live across the hall, not across town.”

“I’m sure Eddie doesn’t want us here.”

“I don’t mind,” I told him, but that only seemed to make Oliver more frustrated.

“Stop hovering over me and go home. Please.”

It took another few moments, but Oliver finally went to the door, though he did stop to flash a look of warning in my direction.

“Do you have any older brothers?”

“One,” I told her. “Plus a younger sister.”

“They’re a pain, aren’t they?”

“Younger sisters? You bet.”

She flashed me the same dirty look her brother just had, down to a T.

As Eleanor began to yawn, Natalie picked her up and whisked her off to her bedroom.

When she came out, I was sitting on the couch with my laptop and a glass of red wine.

“Aren’t you going to sleep?” she asked me.

“I don’t sleep, much.”

She looked at me, confused.

“I have a shift tomorrow at noon. I might grab a few hours before then, but I’ve got a lot of stuff to finish.”

She leaned over the couch, and closed the lid of my computer.

“That’s not healthy.”

“Well, there’s not much I can do about it. I have one more month before I finish my master’s degree, so I can’t afford to stop now.”

“You already work super hard. You should take a break and be normal. Get drunk, go on vacation, get a hot date or do something exciting.”

“I never have time to do any of that. Between Eleanor, school and working full time-”

“But that will only last for another month. You’ll get a better paying job after that, right?”

“Hopefully. I did well at the job fair, I think.”

“You see? You should do exciting stuff now, so you’re in practice.”

“I should practice getting drunk?”

“Totally. I’ll help you get started.”

Without a word of warning, Natalie grabbed my wine glass and downed the whole thing in a few chugs.

“See? Now you try it.”

Though she handed the glass back to me, I quickly turned it over in front of her, wondering exactly what I was supposed to drink.

“Go open a new bottle. We can…” She suddenly trailed off, before getting very excited. “We can kill two birds with one stone.”

“What?”

“You can open a bottle of wine, put on some fancy clothes and we can give you a practice date. Then, we’ll get completely hammered.”

“A practice date?”

“Yeah, for a month from now, when you’re rolling in bitches.”

I laughed. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re insane?”

“Every day in the mirror,” she said, with a wink and a nod. “Now, go put on your best suit and open your best bottle of wine. I expect to be swept off my feet.”

She was gone less than thirty seconds later, leaving me alone and confused.

If there is one thing I’ll say about Natalie, it’s that she moves fast, no matter what she’s doing. It is, by far, the most annoying and endearing thing about her.

Before I started setting up for my practice date, I stopped to check in on Eleanor, wanting to make sure she was ok, before I did anything else.