The Call Me The Babysitter 2 - Sex Stories

The Call Me The Babysitter 2

... you're not thinking of getting in my pants, are you? The last guy who succeeded, got his face caved in by my b*****r." Hmmm. So, she was NOT a virgin, and it WAS possible to get in her pants. But not likely. I thought about Bruce. Not bl**dy likely at all. My cheap, shabby apartment: I pulled some leftovers from the small fridge while Heather read over the titles of my textbooks and sci-fi novels. I put a foil-covered plate on the tiny table. Heather asked what it was. I hesitated. "Er... it's brownies. ELECTRIC brownies. You may not want to eat... ahh... okay." She had already tossed one into her mouth. "Electric? Like, there's weed in them?" I nodded. "Super! I smoked it once, and it was all right. Felt nice. But I've always wanted to try it baked in brownies. These taste great! How many should I eat? I just wanna see what it's like, not get totally wasted or anything." She picked up a second brownie. "Well, I think one would be enough. Uh. Okay, two. But I wouldn't eat any more than that. Really." I finished off my leftover potato salad and a chicken leg, then had two of the brownies for "dessert". She sat on one of the two chairs, I on the other, and we continued our discussions. We were having a pretty good time after all. She loved my sci-fi collection and I let her borrow the latest Larry Niven novel. Then I thought to ask about when she needed to be back at the dorm. "Oh, it doesn't matter. I had my roommate agree to cover for me. I can go in before curfew, or stay ...

... out all night if I want to." She gave me a wry little grin. "But if you can't come up with something really interesting to do tonight, I'll probably just go back to the dorm." I cleaned up the table while Heather returned to my bookshelf. She asked, "Hey, what is this? A Primer For Star-Gazers?" I poked my head out of the kitchenette, and glanced at the book in her hands. "That was the book I learned astronomy from -- star gazing. It shows exactly where in the sky the constellations are at any particular time, on any date. I've just about memorized it by now." "Oh, wow! Astronomy! I live in Jackson, and you can't see more than a dozen stars at a time from there. All the city lights, you know?" "Well, we could go star-gazing tonight. It's supposed to be clear, and there's no Moon showing until almost sunrise. I guarantee you can see over a thousand stars at the same time. I can even teach you some of their names. Wanna try?" She flipped some pages and said, "Yeah! I've never really seen the stars before." In ten minutes, I had us some snacks and a blanket in a basket -- along with the book and a flashlight I had modified for doing back-yard astronomy. We got into the car and I headed for the university's practice baseball field. Which was also the favorite "parking" site for young lovers. But I didn't tell her that. As I turned onto the main road, I felt the weed began to take effect. I never knew about electric brownies. Sometimes they were potent, sometimes a fizzle. But I ...