The Babysitters Pink Panties Part 2: Crossing the Line - Sex Stories

The Babysitters Pink Panties Part 2: Crossing the Line

... knees, creeping out from under the large night-top, resting together. “Jenna, what the hell? C’mon, it’s late. We need sleep” However, those killer, green eyes had a look of steely determination. “Let me ask the question and I promise.” I sighed and nodded, taking a seat on the bed, across from her and asked her what the question was. She grinned, victorious. “It’s kind of a weird question. So you have to answer honestly.” She demanded. They playful tones that steered the earlier conversation had disappeared. She was collecting on what she felt owed. I nodded, noticing that she suddenly become a little more flustered, nervous even. She took a deep breath. “Andy? Did you like the way my pussy smelled?” Her breath quivered. “Jenna!” I thought my heart had just stopped. Hearing her silky sounding voice say ‘pussy’ was like a dog whistle to my cock, making it twitch so hard I lost my breath. “Jenna. You shouldn’t ask that, you shouldn’t use that word. Where did you hear-” I stopped. She bit her bottom lip as if in trouble and I didn’t want to upset her. It was then I realised how unfair I was being. The girl was naturally inquisitive, and that bravely curious side of her was galloping to keep up with the situation she that confronted her. No one had taught this girl about being a young woman, and the challenges of learning about relationships and the opposite sex hidden away. I had caused this mess, I had crossed the line and thrust her into a situation she had no clue how to ...

... respond to, and now that intelligence of hers was coping the only way it knew how: by asking questions - or so I figured. Either way, those enquiring green eyes sheepishly looked on while I struggled to find the appropriate response. This girl was looking for some sort of reassurance: a verification of her potential as a woman. I was gonna have to bite this bullet. “Jenna… I’m so sorry I brought this on you. You’re a decent girl and don’t deserve this. But uh…you, you smell pretty good. “ Fuck, my heart was racing now. She smiled, content, cheeks blushing once more. Head dipping bashfully. I expected this would finally calm things down – satisfy her curiosity and let us move on. “I want to watch you smell them.” “What? God, Jenna, no, that’s not appropriate, I shouldn’t have done it in the first place. She simply smiled and replied: “It’s okay, I don’t mind.” She bit her lip again, an anxious look on her face, and with trembling fingers she slipped her hands below her seated thighs. I could only watch on - stunned. With those emerald eyes fixed on mine, seeking affirmation, she peeled a familiar pair of pink panties from underneath her long shirt. Knees still clamped together, she slowly slipped them forward, and down her shins, until they rested around her ankles and she slipped them off. “Jenna I shouldn’t be doing this. I can’t be doing this.” “I won’t tell. I promise.” The panties were tossed in my direction and after bouncing off my dumbfounded face, I caught them limply in ...