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In my teen years I worked part time as a babysitter. Reliable, dependable, I was the epitome of a goody two shoes. Teacher's have their favorites and I had my own little pet a hunky Grammar School student named Chet. I baby sat Chet for two years. He was at the age when little boys take notice of female physical attributes. We were both impressive physical specimens, I was a member of Park Gymnastics, gymnastics gave me a lean hard body including large biceps for a girl.

When puberty kicked in my breasts grew too large and I quit gymnastics. Chet was a top notch wrestler undefeated in the neighborhood and his school. During babysitting time we both liked a lot of physical foreplay. Indian wrestling, arm wrestling, etc. Also Chet liked my biceps and I would flex for him. Chet took notice of my increasing breast size during puberty. We had a bet of some sort and I lost...his reward I showed him my left breast. He was awestruck to put it mildly and I was sexually aroused too. We both had fond memories of this particular incident and one day we would reminisce.

Fast forward 10 years, I had lost track of Chet, I graduated from college was married and living in a different town and I assumed Chet had graduated from high school. When one day Voila! I saw Chet's photo and bio in the local newspaper. Chet had received a wrestling scholarship to my alma mater...Wow! my hunky little babysitting pet was now a full grown man and living in the same neighborhood. It was deja vu all over again. I must say at this point in time I wanted Chet, no more babysitting, I wanted him to screw me so bad, it became an obsession.

Since I last saw Chet I kept myself in shape with swimming and weight lifting, I looked super hot. I checked on Chet's workout schedule and then when day I strolled over to the gym and "accidentally" bumped in to him. He looked at me with a curious expression and I said "hello Chet remember me it's Sue (Maiden Surname)." His face lit up like the dawn. He remembered me all right and one thing led to another.

Within two weeks we had our first sex session. We playfully wrestled and I flexed my biceps for him just like old times. He had one favor to ask, Sue I've seen your left breast can I now see your right breast? He remembered and I burst out laughing...I took all of my clothes off.

Over the weeks and months ahead our lovemaking was volcanic. I was impressed with Chet's volume of semen and he was impressed with my physical strength. It was inevitable and so ironic...to just think I was Chet's babysitter and soon I will need a babysitter carrying Chet's baby.