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The Babysitter's Discovery Part One
by Jack L Potter
For the third Friday night in a row, Abbie had a relaxing night in front
of the television to look forward to. Mr and Mrs Johnson had pulled away
in their shiny black BMW. They'd been dressed in formal wear for a night
on the town that Abbie, at fourteen years old, could only dream about.
She'd imagine dinners complete with long white table clothes and deep
red wine. They'd be accompanied by a violin soloist and follow dinner
with an evening spent dancing the tango. It'd be lovely, to be sure.
In usual fashion Abbie had prepared macaroni and cheese, served on
children's plastic dinnerware, for James Jr. For entertainment they'd
played tic-tac-toe and drawn in coloring books before settling on a
video of Barney the talking purple dinosaur. Following a rousing chorus
of "I love you, you love me", Abbie'd rushed little James off to bed.
Abbie spent several minutes flipping through lousy network television
before she decided a video would be in order. She'd looked through the
Johnsons' video collection before. It was small and most of the movies
she'd seen already, but it would be better than what was on. So she
opened the wooden cabinet door and began fingering through the movies.
"Jerry Maguire". No. "The Princess Bride". Good, but she'd seen it a
hundred times before. "The Usual Suspects". No. "Fight Club". No. "The
Last of the Mohicans". "Braveheart". "Look Who's Talking". "Grease." No.
No. No. And no. "Our Wedding, 1993". God, No. "Good Girls Gone Bad". What?
She pulled the oversized box out to get a better look. On the cover were
several young girls with pony tails and plaid skirts. One was lying on
her back, with one hand inside her clearly displayed white cotton
panties. Abbie's mouth was ajar, her breath caught. She turned it over
to look at the back. There were more pictures, including a girl holding
a penis to her open mouth. Abbie shut her own mouth and swallowed hard.
After several minutes of just looking at the video box, guilt got the
better of her. She replaced the box, shut the cabinet door, and returned
to the couch. She stared at the television, eyes glazed, legs spread
slightly apart. Despite the zoned-out look her mind was quite actively
weighing her options. There was no doubt in her mind as to which video
she wanted to watch. But what if she got caught?
The Johnsons have never been home anywhere near this early before, she
thought to herself. The earliest they've ever come home is still hours
away. James is a sound sleeper, too, he wouldn't wake up. He never has
before. But what if something really horrible happens, like the VCR eats
the tape? No, that wouldn't happen--would it?
Abbie's thinking continued along those lines for a number of minutes,
but there really wasn't any doubt she wouldn't watch the video. She
never could help herself if her curiosity was in the picture. She'd
always known what all of her Christmas and birthday presents were well
in advance of actually opening them. She'd gotten in trouble numerous
times for snooping. She loved to read her siblings' diaries or dig
through her parents closet. She could be quite sure there weren't any
videos like this in her own house.
This, Abbie thought, will be exciting. She opened the wood cabinet door
again and pulled out "Good Girls Gone Bad". She slid the video out of
its cardboard home and much to her surprise found a small handwritten
note inside. It read: Honey, I know how much you like those hot little
schoolgirls. Think of me when you're watching those cute little
cocksuckers this weekend. I hope you'll be good and horny for me when I
get back Monday. Your fuck toy
Abbie's mouth was once again ajar. She was trying to imagine Mrs Johnson
saying such things. She seemed so... nice. Sure, she could imagine (and
from now on, would imagine) Mr Johnson watching pornography. Most men
do, right? But she couldn't imagine a nice woman like Mrs Johnson going
out and buying a video like this for her husband. That thought raised
another question in young Abbie's mind: Where would she go to buy a
video like this in the first place?
Shaking those questions aside, Abbie put the little handwritten note
aside and replaced the Barney video with "Good Girls Gone Bad". She
returned to the couch and turned the television's volume all the way
down before hitting play. The video wasn't rewound all the way and the
action began immediately. Four pony-tailed girls were in a very fake
looking locker room. They were all in various states of undress except
for the girl laying down on one of the locker room benches--she was
completely nude. One girl was standing over the nude girl wearing only a
bra. She was crouching over the girl's face. Another girl was bent-over,
biting the other's nipple. The camera zoomed in on that girl's ass.
Abbie could see her hairless pussy lips. The third girl--now out of the
scene--had been lapping up the nude girl's juices.
"Bleh, fast-forward." Abbie said aloud to herself.
The VCR whined for a while as the four locker room girls finished up.
Abbie pushed play, hoping for something a little more co-ed. She got her
wish. Now on screen were two guys shooting pool as one of the
pony-tailed girls skipped in wearing a cheerleader's outfit.
"Give me a break."
They started talking and Abbie remembered that she'd turned the volume
all the way down. She debated for a second whether or not to turn the
volume up, but in the end decided not to. Instead she hit fast-forward
and watched until the cheerleader got down on her knees between the two
guys. Abbie hit play as the girl removed two very large dicks from their
pants.
"Oh, wow." Abbie said breathlessly.
As the cheerleader alternated taking the two cocks into her mouth, Abbie
slouched on the couch, her legs parting more. She watched the
cheerleader tea-bag their balls and jerk their cocks with her little
hands. Abbie's fingers slid lower from their resting place on her tight
young stomach. She could feel her crotch tingling.
The guys bent the cheerleader over the corner of the pool table. On one
end, one of the guy's removed the rest of his clothes as the girl
continued to give him head. Abbie's fingers moved under the waistband of
her jean shorts and pink panties. Her eyes were fixed on the man's
rippled stomach and the bulging veins at the base of his cock. The other
man had taken a cue stick and was rubbing the fat end of it against the
girls wet cunt lips. Abbie's fingers made their way through her light
growth of pubic hair and in between her own wet lips.
The guy at her mouth put his hands in her hair and began thrusting into
her. The other guy abandoned the pool cue in favor of his own stick. He
roughly slapped her ass and thrust at her little ass pushing her mouth
further onto the other guy's cock. Her own mouth open and her breathing
ragged, Abbie's fingers continued to pick up steam, rapidly bouncing her
overinflated clit around. Her legs were taunt and started to quiver so
she slowed down. She pressed her fingers more firmly against her foaming
pussy. The men on the television screen pulled out of their video slut
and returned her to her knees. Abbie watched them jerk off onto the
begging whore's face. As their thick pearly cum began to cover the
girl's cheeks, Abbie closed her eyes and, with her stomach muscles
clenched to the point of cramping, felt shivers of orgasm roll through
her body.
Abbie only allowed herself a short moment before she stopped the tape
and took it from the VCR. She carefully placed the video and the note
she'd found back into the cardboard box and returned it to the wooden
cabinet. She then went to the bathroom to wash her hands, before
returning to the sofa. After laying there enjoying her afterglow for
several minutes she got worried and forced herself to recheck that she'd
taken care of everything properly. She got the video out again, and
checked to make sure she'd put the note back in the box. She thought
briefly about watching more, but felt guilty about her earlier
indulgence and quickly replaced the video and note once again.
Several hours later Abbie heard the Johnsons pull up in their BMW. She
took a nervous glance towards the VCR and went out to greet them.
"Did everything go alright, Abigail?" Mrs Johnson asked.
"Yes, James was very good." Abbie replied.
"Good." Mrs Johnson said with a smile. Then directing her attention to
her husband, "Be a dear and pay her and take her home. I'm going up to bed."
Mr Johnson said good night to her and she kissed him on the cheek before
heading up to bed. He then took a look at his watch, did some quick
math, and started taking bills from his wallet.
"I wish babysitting paid this well when I was your age." He said. "My
parents used to give me a dollar to watch my kid sister for a whole night."
Abbie just smiled at him. She was feeling a bit guilty and could
actually feel herself starting to blush a little bit. She didn't dare to
speak. Not even to say thank you when he handed her the money.
"Are you feeling okay tonight, Abbie?" He asked. "You look a little
flushed."
"I-I'm fine, Mr Johnson."
"Hey--how many times do I have to tell you?"
"W-What?"
"My father is Mr Johnson. You can call me Jim!" He said with a smile as
he gave her a playful punch in the shoulder.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." She said with a relieved sigh.
"Alright, come on, I'll drive you home."
They drove in relative quiet. On the radio was some vocal jazz that Mr
Johnson would hum along to while tapping his steering wheel with the
beat. Abbie sat their with her legs pressed together and her hands in
her lap. She was trying very hard not to think of the video she'd
watched earlier but the scene where the girl pulled out those two stiff
erections kept rising to the forefront of her mind.
She wondered what Mr Johnson did while watching that video. Did he sit
there, much as she had, but with his cock in hand? I wonder how big it
is, she thought. Did he cum while watching those young-looking girls
eating each other out? Does he ever think of other young girls when he
watches those girls on the video? Does he ever think of me?
"Oh, Abbie?" She started. "Are you going to be around to sit again this
Tuesday? Maggie has a baby shower to attend and I'll be playing poker
with the guys. I know it's a school night, but we should hopefully be
back by ten."
"I'll have to ask my parents, but I think it'll be okay."
"Great, just give a call over to the house if you can make it. Oh, and
Abbie?"
"Y-yeah?"
"Have a good night."
Continue to The Babysitter's Discovery Part 2.
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