The Call Me The Babysitter 2 - Sex Stories

The Call Me The Babysitter 2

... NEED to share something of equal value with you. And this is all I have. Please. Make love to me." The last few words were delivered in a soft whisper. I held her in my arms. My stupid eyes insisted on taking that moment to fill up with stupid tears. I sighed. I was shaken. With trembling hands I led her to the bed. Silently. Words could not describe what I saw in her eyes. Or do justice to her sixteen year-old body. She was golden, slim, taut. She had pale white skin covered with a fine rain of freckles to match those of her face. Her pubic hair was blazing red, sparse, but long and fine. Her breasts were hardly more than graceful swells on her chest, her nipples small and roseate. I just stood, inches away from her, naked, waiting, my penis slowly swelling to half-mast. She sat down, took my penis in her hand and gently pulled me toward her. Unlike the night before, this time I spent an eternity placing warm kisses on her exquisite breasts. She responded quickly and soon invited me to enter her. Missionary position. Slow intense thrusts, kisses, moaning, the slow, writhing accumulation of deep passion and need. I had no idea a girl could need so intensely. It was spiritual. It was an epiphany. I whispered, "I need to cum. Shall I pull out?" She whispered back, "No. Cum in me. Take all of me. Every bit." It was almost noon when we entered the Union. Heather's b*****r, Bruce, spotted us quickly and gave me a dirty look. I tried not to look guilty. But the little pieces of ...

... grass on her rumpled tee shirt didn't help any. Heather hugged Bruce and in answer to his questions, informed him that she: was fine, had spent the night at the apartment of a female graduate student I knew, and had seen the Milky Way for the first time. Bruce eased up. Heather said she had to go back to the girl's dorm and change. I went for fries. Heather was gone when I returned. I didn't see her for two agonizing days. Then I was in the Union getting a Coke, when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned and my heart thrilled so hard, I was afraid that everyone in the building could hear it. Heather's face, the morning sun flashing in her red hair, her heart-breaking smile, her green eyes sparkling into mine. I blurted, "Oh! Hi! I'm so glad to see you again! How have you been?" "Fine. Bruce is taking good care of me, just like a big b*****r is supposed to. Keeping me away from you. Have you had lunch? I'm buying." We chose to eat in the main cafeteria near the center of campus. The freaks never ate there, so we had some privacy. We chatted like magpies and laughed until we choked. Then our gaze locked and our smiles melted. "Heather... I don't fully understand what happened, but I don't think it was just the brownies. I'd like to think that we... that is, what happened on the practice field... I think I love you..." She took my hands in hers. I suddenly saw in her face that Heather was more mature than I was. There were thoughts floating behind those magic eyes that I did not want ...