Rachael - The Babysitter - Sex Stories

Rachael - The Babysitter

... about you.” “Look, don’t try to make me feel better,” I said hotly. “It won’t work.” She didn’t say anything, and suddenly I felt like a heel for venting my anger at her. “I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to sound that way. I’m not mad at you anyway. More at myself, that’s all. I’m just a horny kid that can’t remember to close my stupid door.” She smiled at me. “Jeff, do you really think that I didn’t know that guys jack off? ALL guys do it, even college guys. I think that you’re just a normal teenage guy doing what comes naturally. Hey, I’ll even let you in on a little secret…I masturbate myself sometimes when I get horny…” My head jerked up at that comment, but she had already gotten up and started to walk out of my room. My mouth hung open, and I couldn’t think of a thing to say. When she was in the doorway, she turned and looked at me over her shoulder. “Like I said, dinner is ready if you want some. I really wasn’t looking forward to eating alone.” Then she flashed her angelic smile. “I’d really like for you to join me.” She turned and walked downstairs. Damn. I just got busted jerking off by a nineteen year-old goddess, who had every reason to be disgusted with me. But instead, she didn’t laugh or humiliate me in any way at all. She had seen my naked cock squirting cum all over the place, and all she did was bring me a towel and act like it was no big deal. She made me feel…what? I realized that I didn’t know how I felt. All I knew is that I’d never met a girl like ...

... Rachel before. Dinner was hotdogs and chips, and Rachel and I ate in relative silence, but she acted like nothing had happened, and I was extremely grateful that she didn’t mention the incident again. After dinner, there was an awkward few minutes where neither of us was sure what to do or say. Finally, Rachel suggested we watch a movie. I agreed, and went to turn on the TV while she threw some popcorn in the microwave. She came into the den with a big plastic bowl full of it, and sat down on the couch. I sat on the love seat. “Aww, I thought you were going to share this with me,” she said, mock disappointment in her voice. “I can’t eat it all this by myself.” I reluctantly got up and went to sit on the opposite end of the couch. She frowned at me. “Gee, thanks. Why are you sitting way down there? Did I forget to put on deodorant or something?” I moved closer down the couch and sat next to her. She handed me the bowl, and grabbed the remote. She surfed for a few minutes, but nothing looked promising. She got to the channels at the upper end of the movie guide, the adult ones my parents didn’t pay for. “Wanna watch one of these?” she asked slyly. “Nah, we don’t get those.” I mumbled, mouthful of popcorn. She winked at me. "I used to date a Dish guy. Watch this.” She punched in some code on the remote, and a setup screen appeared. She entered yet another code, and suddenly the screen was filled with a man and woman groping each other. My eyes bugged out, and Rachel giggled. “Our ...