They Call Me The Babysitter - Sex Stories

They Call Me The Babysitter

... face with big brown eyes and a sexy smile. I could understand why Megan wouldn't want this competition around. I mean, Megan was beautiful, but Charlotte was... DAMN! I spent the early afternoon chatting with them, telling jokes, and having a pretty good time. Charlotte was effusively chatty, and I learned she was s*******n, a junior in high school, on the honors list, and had no boyfriend back home. Around four, Megan stood up and told her s****r that she was off to her "study group", and that I had promised to take her out to dinner and entertain her. Charlotte flashed me a big smile and batted her eyelashes. I took her outside to my 65 Pontiac, and drove her around campus, giving her a tour. Then we went to the local Big Boy restaurant. While eating, Charlotte said, "I know Megan doesn't have a study group. What is she really doing? I bet she has a hot date. I've read her diary and I know she's a slut. And I'll bet she smokes weed. She's a hippie slut, isn't she?" Her big grin and obvious excitement told me that Charlotte wanted it to be true. Despite my intention to be discrete, I wound up admitting that her big s****r smoked weed and had sex with one or more of the guys in our freak community. "Have you ever had sex with my s****r? Is she good in bed? I bet she is, hunh?" "Well, no. But I've been to parties where she and a guy would disappear into a back bedroom for a while." What I didn't tell her was that on two occasions, I was in the same bedroom, watching Megan ...

... fuck. She was quite the exhibitionist. I paid the bill out of Megan's bribe, and we got in my car. "So where do you live? In a dorm?" "No. I have an apartment not far from here." "Can you take me there? I'd love to see it. Please?" I really couldn't believe my luck. I had thought to invite her to my apartment, but I was afraid she would think I just wanted in her panties. Which was true. For the previous hour I had been glancing at her ample curves and had been giving myself a painful erection fantasizing getting my hands on her naked body, and my throbbing dick into one or more of her orifices. On the way to my place, she complained that her father was so strict, that he wouldn't let her date, except with "good boys" from their church. Her father was the preacher! Oh my god, a preacher's daughter! This could be heaven or this could be hell. She said conspiratorially, "My dad would just DIE if he knew how often I fingered myself!" And she giggled and snuggled up against me. My erection pulsed in my tight jeans. I let her into my very small and somewhat shabby apartment. She excused herself to the bathroom while I locked the door and hid the dirty clothes under my bed. When she came out, she looked different. She had a big sexy grin on her face, and from her outstretched hand she held... her bra. You could have watered a horse out of either cup! "This is SO much more comfortable! God, I wish I was already in college. I'd never wear these damn things again. I can't wait until I ...