by Vallen Green
I could have come too right there and then, but I had other plans in mind. I let Patty catch her breath for a while before I pulled myself out from her. Because Patty had become weak and limp, pushing her back into the couch was easy. I did just that, and when she was on her back, I kneeled in front of her and placed my dick in her mouth.
Patty began to suck on my dick, softly and tentatively at first. It wasn’t what I wanted. I pinched one nipple to get my point across, and Patty, being the smart girl that she was, got the message. She began to suck harder, stronger, and firmer, which was how I wanted it to be done. I wound my fingers around her brown hair and pulled so hard that her neck got lifted an inch from the couch.
Patty went on with her sucking, and she played with my balls again. The pleasure was beginning to build up and grow more intense. I knew I was about to burst, and I couldn’t hold it off any longer.
And burst I did. I gave a loud moan as my fluids gushed out of me and right into Patty’s mouth. Patty swallowed my come, but before I could completely release myself inside her mouth, I pulled out and let the rest of my semen drench her face and chest.
Exhausted, I collapsed right on top of Patty. We were both breathing heavily and rapidly. I closed my eyes and waited for my racing heart to calm down, for my breath to finally resume its normal pace. I sensed more than saw Patty do the same. I felt every inch of her naked body in my own naked body. I liked how that felt.
We were more or less breathing regularly after several minutes. As if on cue, we both sat up and looked at each other. Gone was the sweet, innocent Patty I had seen when she first stepped through the door, what, a few hours ago. The sweet, innocent Patty had been replaced by a wilder, more daring girl who pretended she didn’t know what she wanted but would do all it took to get it anyway. Patty was full of contradictions. She was sweet, but she was sexy. She was polite, but she liked to talk dirty. She wanted to dominate, but she wanted to be submissive more. It was tough to put her into a fixed category, but what did it matter? Patty gave great sex, and aside from her excellent babysitting skills, that was all that mattered.
Patty cleared her throat. “The rain has stopped. I should get going, Mr. Amis.”
I listened for a second and realized she was right. The rain had indeed stopped, but for how long, I didn’t know. I nodded to show Patty I understood, and she nodded back. As if on cue again, we both picked up our clothes from the floor and began to dress.
There was silence while we dressed, but it wasn’t awkward. It was a silence that promised of great things to come—maybe not right away, but such greatness was due in the horizon. The thought filled me with excitement, and I found myself getting hard again. Zipping up my pants, I reminded my randy side to keep calm, cool, and collected. The rain had let up, meaning Patty can go home now, meaning Fiona will be getting home soon.
We were fully dressed when the phone rang. It was Fiona, saying the exact things I was thinking: that the rain had stopped (“Thank God!”), she wanted to go home, and she’d be doing just that.
“Is there anything I can get you on the way?” Fiona asked. “Coffee or some doughnuts perhaps?”
“Thanks, but I’m fine,” I answered. “Hurry home, I can’t wait to see you already.”
Fiona giggled like a schoolgirl. “You and your fancy lines. Yes, I’ll be right on home. I’ll see you then!”
I turned back to Patty and saw that she was already halfway to the door. She had her backpack on, and right at that instant, I saw her for who she really was: still a student, a kid, for Pete’s sake.
“Will you—” I began, but she cut me off.
“I’ll be here Friday,” Patty said. “Thanks, Mr. Amis. You don’t have to drive me home. What’s twelve blocks, anyway?” She shrugged.
I nodded. “I’ll see you on Friday.”
Patty nodded in return and went out, closing the door softly behind her. I sighed. It looked like I was back to my Mr. Nice Guy persona.
Until Friday, that is.
While Sean is Away
The doorbell rang ten minutes later, and Ara hurried over to get it. Sure enough, when she flung the door open, it was Lauren who was standing on the front steps and squinting against the bright sunlight. Ara squealed in delight and, before she could stop herself, threw her arms around Lauren’s neck and planted a quick but firm kiss on Lauren’s lips. Ara saw the look of surprise on Lauren’s face at her sudden display of affection and laughed heartily.
“Hey!” Lauren exclaimed, and laughed too. She circled her arms around Ara’s waist and held her close. “What was that for?”
Ara sighed contentedly and snuggled against Lauren for a moment. They have been lovers for almost eight months now, something that always made Ara feel proud every time she thought of it. She loved Lauren to death, and she had never been happier in her entire twenty years of existence than when she and Lauren were together. Unfortunately, they had to keep their relationship a secret. Their respective families, who were both conservative and traditional to the core, knew nothing of what went between the two girls. Their friends at the college knew of their relationship, though, and that was good enough for the girls. At least they could take a break from all the hiding and worrying at campus.
“I’m just really happy you’re here,” Ara said, her face buried on Lauren’s chest. She could feel the soft swell of Lauren’s breasts on her cheek. As if on cue, Ara instantly felt turned on. Her mind spun, and she remembered the countless times she had Lauren’s full breasts in her mouth. She remembered the fresh taste of Lauren’s skin and the slightly salty taste of her clean sweat. She remembered stirring the pink nubs that were Lauren’s nipples back to life, and sucking on them like lollipops when they stood firm and erect. God, she loved Lauren so much! Ara sighed again and snuggled even closer to her partner.
“Hey, someone could see us,” Lauren said cautiously. She turned her head slightly and scanned the neighborhood. It was still early afternoon. There was no one on the street, but that didn’t mean it would stay that way. Of the two girls, Lauren was the more level-headed one. She loved Ara and was proud of what they shared, but she knew not everyone was ready to know of their relationship yet. For Lauren, her being cautious was more on wanting to shield Ara from the backlash they would very likely receive once news of their relationship leaked out.
“There’s nobody home,” Ara replied. Her voice was muffled because she still had her face on Lauren’s chest. She nuzzled the tops of Lauren’s breasts lightly, and she felt Lauren stiffen a bit. Ara sighed inwardly. Lauren sometimes worried too much.
“Where’s Sean?” Lauren asked.
“He’s asleep,” Ara answered. “We played tag like crazy, and he was so worn out, he just about went off to Dreamland the second he hit the bed.”
Sean Collins was the six-year-old kid Ara babysat on a regular basis. Since Ara was free on most afternoons—Lauren had classes on Ara’s free time, so they couldn’t be together—she decided to take on a babysitting stint. The Collinss had recently transferred to the city and lived a few blocks away from Ara’s house. Ara considered herself very lucky to have landed the babysitting job. Mr. Collins seemed a nice-enough man, and of course, there was sweet little Sean. Mrs. Collins died when Sean was only two years old, and Mr. Collins had raised Sean on his own since then. Ara was sad when she learned of Mrs. Collins’s fate, but she had to admit Mr. Collins didn’t do a bad job in raising Sean. The little boy, although equipped with a seemingly endless supply of energy, was friendly, polite, and sweet.
Ara had babysat other kids before, so she was aware of the traditional unwritten rules on babysitting, especially the one on not having anyone over when she babysat someone. Ara was proud of never having broken that cardinal rule in her considerable babysitting career, save for this moment, that is. She had been babysitting Sean for two months now. She knew Mr. Collins trusted her, and she would never do anything to abuse that trust.
But she missed Lauren.
Ara did
n’t know what possessed her to call Lauren and ask her to skip her afternoon classes and join her at the Collinss’ house. When she realized what she had done, Lauren had already said yes and it was already too late to take things back. The college wasn’t too far from the Collinss’ house. Lauren had promised to be over in less than fifteen minutes. True enough, she stuck to her word. Ara had sprung into action when Lauren had rung the bell. The buzzing sound might wake Sean up, and that would be the end of her babysitting stint with the family.
Now, standing on the front steps with her holding Lauren and Lauren holding her back, Ara decided she was happy she had given her girlfriend a ring. She definitely missed Lauren, no doubt about that. She was sorry she had to break one of her cardinal babysitting rules, but she missed Lauren too much to be worrying about things like rules anyway.
Besides, Ara told herself, this would be the first and last time I’ll have someone over while I’m babysitting. I swear I won’t do this again.
Comforted by her internal promise, Ara led Lauren inside the Collinss’ house. “Take a seat,” Ara said, as she shut the door behind her.
Lauren walked to where the couch was and sat down. She looked around the living room. “Nice place,” she commented. “A pretty big house for only two people.”
Ara sat beside Lauren and pressed her body against her. “Mr. Collins makes a lot of money,” she replied. “Banking stuff. I wouldn’t know any of that from a five-bar gate.” She wrapped an arm around Lauren’s body and began to nuzzle her on the neck.
Lauren chuckled and wrapped her arms around Ara too. “You’re funny,” she said, leaning her face close to Ara’s. “That’s why I love you so much. You never fail to make me laugh, Ara.”
“Kiss me,” Ara commanded, her voice rough and husky. “Kiss me, Lauren.”
“I’d be glad to,” Lauren answered. Then she placed her lips over Ara’s, and the two fell into a deep, passionate kiss.
Ara hungrily ran her lips over and around Lauren’s. Ara opened her mouth wider and devoured Lauren’s lips whole, telling Lauren how much she sorely missed her. Lauren let Ara know how much she missed Ara by immediately slipping her tongue inside Ara’s open mouth. Ara sighed contentedly. Lauren was here, at last. Things were finally going her way.
The girls kissed each other torridly for several minutes before Ara’s hand went down to Lauren’s breast. Lauren moaned softly as Ara grasped her breast firmly. Ara didn’t do anything at first; she simply let her hand rest on Lauren’s breast while her tongue darted into Lauren’s mouth and flicked around inside eagerly. Lauren took Ara’s tongue and sucked on it vigorously. Ara cried out softly, and that was when her hand and fingers on Lauren’s breast began to move.
Lauren let out another moan. Ara smiled inwardly. Lauren loved it when Ara played with her tits, and Ara was only too glad to oblige. Ara grabbed and squeezed without finesse, producing another moan from Lauren. The moans turned Ara on, and before she gave herself time to think things out, she broke their passionate kissing, lifted up Lauren’s snug-fitting sweater, and pushed Lauren down on the couch. Ara saw her girlfriend had a red slightly lacy bra on. The lace was at the top of the cups, emphasizing Lauren’s full breasts. The sight did wonders to Ara’s arousal, and she immediately placed herself on top of Lauren and attacked her breasts.
“Ara, this is insane,” Lauren said through gritted teeth and in between moans, as Ara took a nipple inside her mouth and began to suck on it hungrily. “What if . . . God, that feels so good! What if Sean wakes up and sees us?” She cried out again as Ara devoured her other breast this time.
Ara paused for a moment to answer Lauren’s question. “Sean’s asleep,” she repeated. “Besides, I’d hear him should he stir. I know his movements like the back of my hand.” She reached out and pinched Lauren’s breast, the one that wasn’t inside her mouth. “Now could you shut up? Remember you’re a slut, Lauren. My slut.” She pinched again, and Lauren squirmed. “You do as I say, all right?”
Both girls were fans of crazy, kinky sex. One of the things they love to do when they engage in activity between the sheets was to talk dirty. Ara in particular loved to trash talk. Lauren let her. Whatever aroused Ara aroused Lauren too. The more arousal, the better.
Lauren nodded in response to Ara’s question and lay still. This time, Ara didn’t return to Lauren’s tits. Instead she undid the buttons on Lauren’s jeans and unzipped her fly. Once Lauren’s matching red underwear was revealed, Ara tugged the jeans and underwear down until Lauren’s bare pussy was free.
Ara stared at the moist juicy lips of Lauren’s cunt. The pink folds glistened and beckoned to her with their plump flesh and juicy sheen. Ara ran her fingers lightly over Lauren’s cunt. Lauren gasped, and her hips slightly lifted off the couch. She glared at Ara. “What did you do that for?”
“Shut up,” Ara said gravely. With one hand, she spread Lauren’s lips open while she slid a finger inside the slippery crack with her other hand. Lauren moaned and tried to spread her legs wider. The couch, however, could only offer so much space. Ara, sensing what Lauren was about to do, grabbed both of Lauren’s legs and placed them on her shoulders. Now Lauren was exposed and all hers for the taking.
Ara lowered her head until her face was inches from Lauren’s pussy. She stayed that way for a few minutes, inhaling in the exotic scent that screamed of nothing but Lauren. Then Ara blew on Lauren’s cunt.
Lauren yelped. “Ara, what are you doing?” she cried out.
Ara didn’t respond. She kept on blowing light, feathery air on Lauren’s cunt, making Lauren squirm and wriggle even more. Ara could see Lauren’s pussy becoming even wetter every moment. She went on fluttering her fingers and blowing over Lauren’s pussy until Ara couldn’t take it anymore as well. With a groan, she buried her face on the tempting mound between Lauren’s legs and began to eat her greedily.
Lauren moaned repeatedly as Ara’s mouth assaulted her pussy. Ara ran her tongue all over Lauren’s mound before slipping her tongue inside the dripping-wet crack and wagging it all over the tiny space. Lauren cried out loud and brought her own hands to her exposed breasts, where she played with and rubbed her nipples vigorously. With her tongue still inside Lauren, Ara looked up and saw Lauren’s nipples were stirring to life. She reached out and tweaked one. She tweaked again and let her hand rest on Lauren’s tit. She resumed eating Lauren out. Lauren was so wet that Ara’s face was smeared with Lauren’s juice in no time.
“Babe, I’m going to come,” Lauren said in a low voice.
“So soon?” Ara asked teasingly before she plunged her tongue back inside Lauren in no time.
“You fuck me so good, that’s why,” Lauren answered in between breaths. She was moving her hips in time with Ara’s tongue, which was touching all the right spots. Ara felt Lauren suddenly grab her hair, and she knew Lauren was going to burst at any moment now. She loved how Lauren was so easy to please.
Ara placed her other hand beneath Lauren’s butt so she was grasping a firm buttock with one hand while fondling a firm breast with another. Ara’s mouth was occupied with Lauren’s pussy. Ara discovered her mouth didn’t want to let go of Lauren’s flesh and taste. Well, Ara was only too glad to oblige.
“Ara, I fucking love you!” Lauren screamed before her bodily fluids gushed out from her most private part, drowning Ara’s tongue and mouth with their sudden surge. Ara didn’t let go, though. Instead she thrust her tongue deeper into Lauren’s pussy, devouring every drop of Lauren’s juice as much as she can. Ara felt her nose and cheeks were already very wet, but she ignored them. She would get to them later. Not a drop of Lauren was going to go to waste.
Lauren came again, her body shivering and shuddering on the couch. Ara held on, and Lauren came again. Ara sucked on Lauren’s cunt this time, until Lauren had another shaking fit and came again. This time, she grew limp under Ara’s touch, and Ara knew her girlfriend was spent.
Ara removed her tongue from Lauren’s crack. She sat up straight and gent
ly placed Lauren’s legs back on the couch. Ara got on top of Lauren, her juice-smeared face inches from Lauren’s sweaty one. Grinning, Ara planted another quick but firm kiss on Lauren’s lips. The kiss left a few drops of Lauren’s come on Lauren’s lips. Lauren gladly licked the drops away.
“Some babysitting stint this is,” Lauren said, then giggled.
Ara snuggled on top of her partner. “Yeah, babysitting is fun,” she agreed, and giggled too.
***
The next day, Ara was surprised when she opened the door to the Collinss and found Mr. Collins sitting on the couch where she and Lauren had some steamy session only the day before.
“Mr. Collins!” Ara exclaimed. “Hi. Where’s Sean?”
Mr. Collins looked up from the book he was reading. For a man in his early forties, Mark Collins didn’t look too bad, even Ara had to admit. The guy had the classic all-American look: blond hair, blue eyes, chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, trim waist, and towering height. Ara didn’t get why Mr. Collins didn’t remarry after his wife’s death several years ago. He could get any girl he desired with a simple nod or wink if he wanted to.