Part 3 - Clarice goes babysitting overnight - Sex Stories

Part 3 - Clarice goes babysitting overnight

Clarice’s babysitting

Things have calmed down since my last birthday bash, and my sexual frustration, although still present, is now manageable. Basically, l do not have it constantly on my mind.

High school started. It is no different than middle school. I am still totally invisible by everyone, students and teachers. I do not say much in class, l do not say much out of class. Sara and l barely have classes together. So it is mostly little good old me, by myself.

At home, things are the same. My parents are sort of tolerating each other. I started to grow some anger towards my mom on how she makes my dad feel. My father works and spend time with his male friends. But he went more to their places now than them coming over. So l couldn’t really see anyone, and to be honest, l missed them.

I was continuing babysitting Daniel. I could babysat him a few hours weekly, and occasionally on a Saturday evening where Jack goes out dancing and trying to meet someone. He was in full singles mode now, even though the divorce was not official yet. And still, l could find wedding pictures around the house of Jack and his wife that Quark took on the wedding day.

Yeah Quark is a photographer and does take professional pictures in his spare time, black room in his basement and all.

On those particular Saturday nights, l slept over his place. This was okay with Jack and my parents. And it gave me some extra cash.

That night was one of them.

I suddenly opened my eyes ...

... woke up on the couch and wondered what happened. Then l remembered that Daniel was currently sleeping, and l wanted to do some homework, but probably fell asleep while doing so. I slept sideways and could feel the drool on the couch cushion. My summer skirt (it was one of those hot days of September) rolled itself up above my hips, exposing my panties. My t-shirt was upwards also but not that much. Just enough to show my waistline.

I could hear the clicking of the front door. I looked at the clock. It was early. If this is Jack, and for my security l hope it is, he did not have a good night. I felt the incredible urge to expose myself to him. Let him look at me. Let him notice me. Let him stare at my body and my skin. So l « went back to sleep » on the couch.

He came in and grumbled. Put the keys on the entrance table, remove his shoes, and then l heard him stop. He probably saw me. He took off his jacket and hung it. Then he came and sat on the couch. He started to slightly shake my shoulder to wake up. The idea that l was laying there, panties exposed as he was waking me up, got me excited. I could actually feel the wetness of my pussy.

I slowly « woke up » and rub my eyes.

« Hey. Your home early... », l said, while remaining in my sideways position, still exposing my underwear.

« Yeah, not a great night. Kind of boring. », he added in his strong masculine voice. « You know l can see your... » pointing at my underwear.

« That’s okay. », l simply said, not ...