Author's Note:  
You know the drill.  This is sexually explicit material for 18
and over ONLY.  If you are offended by this stuff or are younger
than 18, GO AWAY.  All others welcome - please email me with
comments.

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                         The Babysitter

At fifteen years old, Shelly knew she looked good.  Her body had
really developed in the past couple of years, and she was
already wearing a C-cup bra even though her body was slender.

She had never had a problem with acne, and her face was just
naturally pretty, draped by her long dark brown hair.  But she
was young, and unsure of herself, and because of this had never
had much success in the boys department.  Boys at school had
tried to hit on her, but she never went out with them because
she was so nervous about things.  Besides, they were young and
scrawny, and she didn't get very excited by the idea of being
with them.  She had "done it" once with Robby Trisk in the ninth
grade, but it had been painful, and he didn't even care about
her -- he dumped her the next day.

Actually, Shelly had never really enjoyed herself with a boy --
the only time she'd ever orgasmed was when she "touched" herself
at home, alone, in the dark.  She liked that, but she was
getting really curious about what all the adults of the world
seemed to make such a fuss about.  But still, there was no one
at school that she liked.

However, there *was* one guy... the father of two little
neighborhood kids she babysat for sometimes.  He was really
nice, and a single father, and *very* handsome, and for some
reason whenever Shelly looked at him she couldn't stop thinking
about what it would be like to be "with" him.  The problem
(besides the age difference) was, he was just as shy as she was.
He was a writer, and barely ever went out -- when she babysat
it was just because he was working in the other room and didn't
want to be disturbed, so she kept an eye on the kids while he
typed away.  She had noticed him looking at her, but he always
blushed and turned away when she caught him looking, and she
knew he was too nice a guy to ever try to "take advantage" of a
fifteen year old.  Still, she couldn't get him out of her mind.

One Friday evening, Shelly decided it was time to get his
attention.  She really wanted to be with him, and if he wouldn't
make the first move, she'd just have to work up the courage and
do it herself.  So she put on a tight, low cut top and short
denom miniskirt and went over to babysit.  Mark greeted her at
the door.

His jaw dropped a little when he saw her, but he quickly
recovered and let her in, trying too hard to act normal.  "Well,
uh..."  he stuttered, purposely not looking at her and heading
towards his study, "I'm going to go ahead and start working.
Uh, you know where everything is..."  and he disappeared into
the room, shutting the door behind him.  Shelly sighed.  Oh
well, looked like another night of kids and boredom.

An hour later, when Shelly was busy with the kids, Mark emerged
from his study.  "Um, not much happening in there," he said,
shuffling towards the stairs.  "Writer's block.  I guess I'm
going to just, uh, take a nap..."

"Okay, Mr. Bridges."

"Goodnight, Daddy!"

"Goodnight, kids.  Goodnight, Shelly."

But it turned out to be more than just a nap.  8:00 rolled
around, and still no sign of him, so Shelly went ahead and put
the kids to bed, returning downstairs to watch TV and wait for
Mark to wake up.  But after another hour had passed, she started
getting a little uneasy, and decided to go wake him.

She mounted the stairs and stood at his doorway, knocking
lightly before pushing it open.  "Mr.  Bridges?"  she said
softly.  No luck -- Mark was sound asleep, laid out on his side
on top of his covers, still fully dressed.  Shelly entered the
room and closed the door behind her, gazing on his beautiful
sleeping figure.  It occured to her that she might never have
another chance like this, and she should seize it while it
lasted.  So, summoning up her courage and swallowing hard, she
slipped off her shoes and laid down next to him on the bed,
facing him, on her side.  Gulping again, she moved close to him,
closed her eyes and kissed him softly on the lips.  He didn't
even twitch, so she kissed him again, a little harder this time,
pressing her body against his.

Suddenly he woke with a start, eyes flying open, and when he saw
Shelly in front of him, his eyes widened even more.  "Wha.."  he
stuttered, but she moved boldly in and covered his open mouth
with hers, kissing him hard, wrapping her arms around him.  Too
surprised at first to move, he allowed her to kiss him for a
moment, but then recovered his wits and managed to pull away.

"Shelly, wh-what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bridges," she said, looking down shamefacedly.
"I just... I think you're so cute, and I saw you sleeping, and I
just really wanted to kiss you..."

"Shelly," Mark said, his voice shaking.  "You're only fifteen."

"I know, but so what?  I really like you.  We could just kiss a
while... no one would have to know..."

"Shelly, I can't do this.  I... I could be arrested... I'm 32
years old.  You're fifteen."

Hurt, Shelly swallowed, near tears.  "You don't want to..."

A whole new look came over his face, as he saw a tear escape her
eye.  "Oh, God, no, Shelly, it's not that.  My God, every time I
see you..."  His words drifted off, as she looked up at him
hopefully.  "But we *can't*, we CAN'T.  You're only fifteen..."

"You keep saying that," she countered.  "But I mean, what
difference does it make?  I like you, and you like me, and we
don't have to tell anybody..."

he looked at her weakly, trying to resist her beauty but failing
miserably.  Suddenly Shelly kissed him again, pressing hard up
against him, opening her mouth and touching his tongue with hers.

"Well.."  he said, between kisses, the rest of his resistance
fading..."I guess..  just a little kissing... wouldn't hurt
anybody..."

With this, they both dropped all pretense, kissing passionately
and holding each other tightly.  His arms encircled her tightly,
pulling her closely to him, as she eagerly kissed back and began
stroking his back with her hands.  He responded by stroking her
back, then lightly her side, tracing the curve of her waist and
hips.  As they continued to kiss, Shelly's hand found his, and
brought it to her chest.

"No..."  he murmured through the kiss, trying to draw his hand
back, but she was insistent and pulled it onto her breast.
Touching her, he forgot his protests and squeezed it gently,
losing himself in her.

They slowly leaned over so she was lying on her back and he was
on top of her, feeling her breasts with delight.  Shelly was
really excited.  She had *never* felt this way with a boy --
Robby had just pulled at her, all rough.  This was something
totally different -- Mark's hands felt absolutely beautiful on
her.  So when Mark began to lower his hands to the bottom of her
shirt, pushing it up, she eagerly helped him pull it off over
her head.  Then he stopped, however, staring at the half naked
girl beneath him, beautiful in her lacy black bra.

'What am I doing?' he thought.  'This is totally wrong.
Fifteen!  Just fifteen!'

Impatient, Shelly reached up to take his hand, trying to guide
it back to her breasts, but he pulled away and stood up, backing
away from the bed.

"What's wrong?"  Shelly asked, rising up on her elbows.

'God help me,' Mark thought, backing away.  'She's so
gorgeous...' He shook his head, trying to drive these thoughts
away, and to take his mind off the raging hardon in his pants.

Tonight had been even worse than usual -- the hardon had started
as soon as he saw her on the front stoop.  Didn't she know how
incredible she looked in that tight little top and short
miniskirt?  But how could he be even thinking these things?  He
knew this girl, had watched her grow up from the little nine
year old kid she had been when he first moved into this
neighborhood into the voluptuous, sexy young woman now lying on
his bed.  And wanting *him*... he couldn't believe it.  He
hadn't made love since the death of his wife six years ago, and
he was so lonely... but how could he do it with little Shelly?

Shelly sat up on the bed, seeing all these thoughts cross his
face as he struggled with his desires.  "Mark," she said, his
head snapping up at her using his first name for the first time
since she had known him.

"Mark, you don't have to worry.  I'm not a virgin.  And I'm not
a little girl anymore.  I may be only 15, but I know you like me
and want me, and I *know* I like you and want you, so what's the
big deal?"  She stood up and walked to him, putting her arms
around him and leaning in to whisper into his ear.  "You've made
me more turned on than any boy ever has."

"Oh God..."  he whispered, helpless to stop her as she
unbuttoned his shirt and pressed up against his bare chest,
pulling his shirt the rest of the way off and kissing him
deeply.  With that, Mark was gone.  There was no turning back
anymore -- his passions consumed him as he rubbed his hands all
over her lithe body, stroking her back and squeezing her tight
ass as they kissed passionately.

After a moment of this, he picked her up like a baby and laid
her back down on the bed, covering her body with his as they
hastily removed the rest of each other's clothing and rolled
around naked together.  Filled with passion, he cupped her mound
tightly with his hand and began to massage her clit.  Shelly
rolled her head back, moaning, and Mark rubbed harder and began
to kiss and suck on her luscious breasts.  He slipped a finger
into her wetness, then two fingers, then three, pumping them in
and out as Shelly moaned louder and louder, hips moving under
him as she fucked his hand.

Suddenly she came, bucking her hips in passion and crying out
loud.  Mark covered her cry with a passionate kiss, and Shelly's
hand traveled down to his now-rock-hard cock.  He gasped at her
touch, guiding himself gently towards the entrance of her pussy
as she spread her thighs wide for him, closing her eyes and
waiting for him as he fumbled to pull a condom on before he
burst.  Finally, positioning himself over her, he slid gently
into her hole, filling her with his hardness.

Shelly tilted her head back again, in a little pain -- his adult
cock was far bigger than little Robby Trisk's.  He kissed her
softly and began to thrust himself gently into her, and quickly
Shelly's pain disappeared and she moved her hips with him,
getting caught up in the rhythm and passion.  He rocked harder
and harder, Shelly gasping under him, grabbing onto his back and
wrapping her young legs around his ass, as the fucking got
faster and faster, harder and harder, until finally they both
came together, clinging to each other's naked bodies and
convulsing in ecstasy.

Later, they lay together, snuggling underneath the covers and
kissing.  "You know, Shelly," Mark said, grinning as he stroked
her gorgeous body, "you've got to come babysit more often."

THE END?

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