by Jessa James
But I wasn’t interested in Greg. I wanted Gabe. I wanted a man’s touch. I wanted his touch. His kisses. His cock. I wanted him to claim me and fuck me. Gabe was practically God’s gift to women with thick dark hair and soft, mesmerizing blue eyes. Not to mention his body…I’d thought Mr. Parker was one fit man and Jane always gushed about him, but the moment I saw Gabe, I tried my best not to let him see that my nipples were hard and I had to wonder if he knew that my panties were ruined after the first glance. I managed well, since I had the job.
After that, when Mr. Parker and Jane excused themselves to go to the kitchen, Gabe and I got down to business – but not that kind. He told me about my working hours – six hours a day – and how much he was paying – twenty dollars an hour. It was double what I would get working a retail job. I’d never worked before, and thankfully, I didn’t have to, but having some experience, even babysitting, was always good for my resume. Not only that, but I really enjoyed kids. They were always so full of innocent energy, and a part of me missed that.
High school was all about pretending to know more than what we actually did. We couldn’t let anyone know we were virgins. We pretended we were “too cool for school.” We played games like Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare as if we’d been playing it all our lives. Honestly, it was a breath of fresh air to be finally done with that. I just needed to lose my virginity before I went to college, or else I’d be back to square one and pretending I knew more than I did.
I took a left turn and drove further up the street until I saw his house number – sixty-nine. I couldn’t help but smirk and start shaking my head when I saw it. I never even knew a house sign could make me feel so hot and horny. The idea of doing something like that with Gabe, well...I squirmed in my seat while pressing on the brakes and turning the engine off. I took my time getting out of my car and walking up to the front porch.
Gabe’s house was easily a standout from all the others on the street, the subdivision even. Being an architect, there was no doubt that he put his time, effort, and imagination into creating the place of his dreams. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, to the wood and black iron detailing of the structure, the design was something I hadn’t seen anywhere. Sure, it looked similar to those in high-end home magazines, but it wasn’t anything like the carbon copy houses on the street.
He was so buff, probably because he was an architect – him being so fit, tanned, and muscular. I remembered Gabe mentioning during dinner how he had a few projects lined up and was constantly visiting sites to overlook the construction. My mind suddenly started to whip up thoughts of him carrying sacks of gravel or driving bulldozers and whatnot. I could picture him opting to go shirtless from the heat of the afternoon sun with beads of sweat trickling down his chiseled body. Lifting a sledgehammer, swinging it, muscles rippling.
Fuck. I was feeling hot and wet already. Keep it together, woman, I reminded myself. I was going to his place to babysit…not maul him. Well, at least not on the first day.
During the drive to Gabe’s house, I felt both excited and nervous. I’d been trying to flirt with him that night we had dinner with Jane and Mr. Parker. I just hadn’t been sure if he knew I was trying to get his attention. I’d catch him staring at me or glancing at my cleavage from time to time, but he never made any outright effort to take the sexual tension I was feeling a step further. Well, except that time he made me take a bite off his steak. He’d cut a piece for me and then fed me, and I remembered how close our faces were. I could see the brightness of his blue eyes and length of his eyelashes. They were unusually long for a guy, and it made him even more attractive.
“I heard your car pull up.” The door opened before I even rang the doorbell. “Come in. Come in. You’re right on time.”
I nodded my head, smiled, and took a step inside his house. My shoulder slightly brushed against his chest, and I tried to keep my breathing even. My body was starting to feel warm, and the button down he donned wasn’t helping. He looked like a man, so very different from the guys who went to the Catholic all-boys school we usually had dances and parties with. He wore a pair of dark washed jeans and a navy long-sleeved shirt. He paired the attire with leather brown loafers, and I swore I was going to come just looking at him. The shirt fit so well, being stretched across his toned chest. It only accentuated and defined his strong arms and ripped abs.
“You’re…come on, I’ll introduce you to Ashley,” he then said, turning around so that his back was facing me, as he started to walk down the hallway.
Automatically, I couldn’t help but stick my bottom lip out into a pout and feel slightly disappointed. I felt a little bit rejected, or maybe he didn’t know what I was trying to do? I was trying to get him to have sex with me, but he probably just saw me as an eighteen-year-old child. I cursed inwardly. Fuck, I needed to try harder.
I couldn’t remain a virgin. I’d be a laughing stock in college.
The introduction with Ashley was…normal. At first, she was shy, hiding her face in her favorite blanket as she sat on the couch and watched Sesame Street. Only when I made some funny faces at her did she start to smile. When I asked Gabe the story of her parents, he said the father had left Gabe’s sister while she was pregnant. Since Ashley was born, he’d been doing everything he could to help his sister with raising her child. I felt my heart tighten by the minute, seeing the way he loved his niece only made me see how he would be with other children. His own children, someday. That was another layer I hadn’t known, and as we talked, I learned more about him. Finally, a few minutes passed and his phone began to ring. He ignored the call and then turned to me, although I could sense his mind beginning to be diverted toward work.
“I have to go to the office,” he said, making a move to say goodbye to Ashley. After a hug and a kiss, he stood back up and came over to me. “You’ll be alright?” he asked.
I nodded and crossed my arms again. I couldn’t miss the way he glanced at my breasts, but he did nothing about it. Said nothing. I only saw the heat in his eyes. Not that he would do more in front of his niece. “My number’s on the fridge if you need to call me. Emergency info, too.”
Oh. “Got it. We’re good here, right Ash?” I asked, grinning at the little girl. She didn’t know what we were talking about, but she seemed fine with me.
With another nod, he finally left the room. Not long after, I heard the sound of a car engine turning on, and then, he was off. I went to sit beside Ashley on the couch and we watched a few minutes of Sesame Street in silence. Only when the credits rolled did she mutter something incoherent as she pointed to the colorful building blocks stacked on the top shelf of the family room built-ins. I reached for them and set the pieces on the floor. She came over and began to build what looked like a rectangular, three-floored tower.
The day went fine after that. After several hours of playing, she became fussy and went down for a long nap. As she slept, I thought about what was going to happen when Gabe came home. The hours passed in what felt like forever.
The days with Ashley after that fell into a routine, the hours alternating between playing and learning. I felt she knew more than I did when I was her age. She could match shapes, colors, and numbers, and she was quick to label certain body parts from a children’s book. When it came to fun, there were building blocks, jumbo-sized legos, and the backyard inflatable pool to choose from.
I hadn’t seen much of Gabe other than a quick hello at the door before he left for work or a “Thanks” at the door before I went home. Three days of simple pleasantries. Three days with nothing but heated stares from Gabe. Nothing more. If he didn’t make a move soon, I was going to combust.
I knew he wanted me, knew there was chemistry between us. If he wasn’t going to move things along, then I was. Was I being bold? Yes. Desperate times called for desperate measures. I was not going to college a virgin. So when I got dressed this morning, I decided on a plaid skirt – not my old school uniform – and a tank top. I debated whether to leave the
house with my bra on or off and went for the latter.
Gabe always eyed my breasts. He wasn’t sleazy about it, but I couldn’t miss it. And he wouldn’t miss the way my hardened nipples tried to poke out of the thin material of my top. For a second, I thought it’d be too much. I was going over to babysit…but I also wanted to seduce him. I wasn’t going to spend the summer waiting for him to make a move. No, if I wanted his cock buried deep inside my needy pussy, I needed to make it clear.
“Fake it ‘til you make it,” I whispered to myself. I had zero experience when it came to sex. My only sexual adventure was kissing other girls during parties. It was fun, safe, and a little hot even, and the guys – well, boys who watched – always loved it. I’d had a few of them come on to me, but I’d never gotten wet for any of them. Never wanted them to touch me and never considered one of them to be the one to take my virginity. No, I wanted that for someone special.
For Gabe.
But those had all been boys. They all acted immaturely and just talked a big game. I had a feeling they held off doing anything because they didn’t actually know what to do. With Gabe, I figured he was holding off because I was too young. I wasn’t too young. Well, I didn’t think he was too old.
I bit my bottom lip. I knew my reputation at the private school. Everyone had thought I was so experienced because I’d always gave tips and advice I’d read off the internet. I knew what to do when it came to sex, be it oral, vaginal, or anal. I’d watched enough porn, but I was just hoping expectation was close to reality.
Fake it ‘til you make it, my inner voice repeated in my head, and I gave myself a nod of confidence. I needed that especially later if I was going to get Gabe to see me as more than just the summer babysitter and finally take my virginity.
No bra then.
I boldly tossed the lace back onto my bed. I gave myself one last look in the mirror, more than satisfied with how I looked. My skirt was short and flirty. The nude, lace thong beneath made it look like I wasn’t wearing any underwear, if he ever flipped up skirt. My nipples were hard and perky, and my breasts were large and full enough to be flush against my tank top.
Perfect.
I was dressed to kill, or rather, I was dressed to have sex.
When Gabe opened the door for me this morning, I couldn’t miss how his eyes immediately went to my breasts and he inhaled ever so slightly. I couldn’t miss it. He looked curiously at me, questioning, probably wanting to know why I wasn’t wearing a bra. I hadn’t been bold, until now. I crossed my arms and rested them below my breasts to deepen my cleavage. Yeah, that was bold.
He coughed loudly, clearing his throat. “I’m late,” he murmured, grabbing his briefcase. “Ashley’s in the book corner.” He dashed out then, one last glance at me, then raking down my body before he shut the door behind him.
***
When I heard the door open that night, it was a few minutes after seven and Ashley was fast asleep in her toddler bed. I was in the kitchen washing the dinner dishes.
“Oh,” Gabe said, stepping inside from the garage. Obviously, he was at a loss for words.
It wasn’t my fault. He’d caught me by surprise. I was bent over, loading the bottom rack of the dishwasher. I instantly stood up, realizing my skirt had ridden up and he could see my bare bottom and the little line of my thong. I almost dropped a plate on the floor, and apologized to him. So much for seducing him. What man gets turned on by a woman filling a dishwasher?
The next words out of his mouth shocked me…but in a good way. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”
Chapter Three
Gabe
She was doing it on purpose. I fucking knew it. It was the first time she wasn’t wearing a fucking bra, but she’d been taunting me with her perky tits and smooth thighs ever since the night we met.
I wasn’t going to pretend I was a saint. I fucking loved it every time Mary displayed that full ass of hers and slender legs. And the way her nipples poked against her thin tank top? Yeah, I was an asshole for staring, but I was only a man. A horny man with fucking blue balls.
School was already over, high school a thing of the past for her, but she’d still come to babysit Ashley wearing a short skirt that reminded me of her old uniform. My mind was telling me to stay away, and I’d been able to do it up until now, but my dick was hard every time I saw her. Hard? No, it was a steel beam in my pants.
It was the third time this week I came home to her sashaying her hips. The first night, she’d been in the living room with the vacuum turned on, rocking those lush hips to the music she had coming through her ear buds. I thought I’d blow my load then and there.
Tonight? She’d added the flirty fucking skirt to her teasing. And she’d worn a damn white tank top and I could see her hard nipples peeking through. I could even see they were dark pink. Fuck.
I tried and succeeded in not groaning out loud. I would’ve ravaged her right then and there, but I didn’t think she’d like that. Hell, I’d had to storm out of the house this morning or I would have taken her. She wouldn’t want an older man like me. I’d questioned it for days. But now? Now maybe she would…
She would…if the way she stared at my erection and licked her bottom lip was any indication. If her nipples were like pencil erasers. If her skirt wasn’t practically showing off her pert ass.
“Ashley’s asleep?” I confirmed. If I was going to make Mary mine, I wanted Ashley sound asleep. No interruptions for what I wanted to do to Mary.
“You know it,” she said. “I took her to the country club today and she played for hours in the wading pool. I can see her becoming an Olympic swimmer. She’s a natural.”
At the exact same time, we stared at each other and burst out laughing. Looking at her, I couldn’t help but shake my head. From the way she spoke and moved, she was the perfect combination of youthful and sexy. She wasn’t just a pretty face with a body I’d like to fuck. She had a personality that could light up any room, and it was such a turn-on that the thought of her voice made my erection harder, if that was even still possible.
“Enough about Ashley,” I said, moving closer to her.
I raised my hand up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear before grazing my fingers over her cheek. Her flesh was soft and so smooth against my own, like a woman’s, and I loved women. I loved how they felt so small and little beside me. But none of them had been Mary. The past women I’d dated never failed to mention how they always felt so safe and secure with me, like I would protect them from any harm. It was true. I would never hurt a woman, never see one hurt by someone else. I was a gentleman.
With the way she stared up at me, I could tell Mary felt the same. She liked the feeling of standing beside me and feeling small. She wanted that feeling. She wanted me to protect her. I’d never thought about it before, but thinking now, I realized I didn’t mind. There was just something about her that wanted me to get to know her better, to know her likes and dislikes, what turned her on and what turned her off. I wanted to know how she would be in bed, and when I thought like that, I wasn’t a gentleman at all. I wanted to know everything.
I wanted to know if she blushed everywhere. I wanted to know if she was as wet as I suspected. I wanted to know the sounds she made when I slipped my fingers into her for the first time, put my mouth on her pussy, filled her with my huge dick. I wanted to know what she looked like when she came.
Yeah, that was my dick talking. It could make all my life’s decisions for me; it’d never failed me before. I wouldn’t think it’d fail me now with Mary. Looking at her with her breasts flushed against my chest, her nipples poking me, I could never fathom how she would ever be a wrong decision. She was the whole package – face, body, and brains. That already made her rare amongst the female population, and I knew that population quite well.
She bit her lip, looked up at me through her fringed lashes.
I was the one who took a step back, but my eyes remained on hers. Pinned her in place.
I saw the way her eyes widened instantly and she froze. I hurriedly opened my mouth and explained, making sure she didn’t get the wrong expression. “The way you’re seducing me, aren’t you?” were the first words that left my mouth. “Being a naughty girl by showing me your ass and thong. Those hard nipples. A bad girl, aren’t you?”
I was shocked when she curved her lips upwards into a knowing smile, then nodded her head.
“Why?”
She was young and gorgeous and could have any guy she wanted. Why was she seducing a thirty-year-old man?
Her pink tongue flicked out and licked her lower lip. “Because I want you to take my virginity.”
Take her virginity? Fuck. My dick went rock hard, as if it wasn’t already.
“I would’ve never guessed…” It was my turn to smirk. “Although Greg did mention a bunch of his students making a pact to lose their virginity before college, like his Jane. You’re one of them, huh?”
“Are we just going to keep talking?” she asked, putting her finger to her lip.
Damn. She never failed to surprise me. Up until she arrived this morning, I could have imagined her a virgin. But today? Her outfit, her hard nipples, her heated gazes said experience. I would never have expected that kind of confidence in an eighteen-year-old, much less one who was a virgin. But I liked this dichotomy. Vixen and virgin in one. Somehow, she was pushing all of the right buttons. I wouldn’t even be surprised if I came in my pants just from her talking. I was so wound up thinking about her pert tits all day.
“You’re an impatient girl, aren’t you?” I said with a teasing grin. “Naughty and impatient…” I said that more to myself than to her. She’d just taken me by surprise with her confidence and boldness. I fucking loved it. And I was going to love fucking her.