Growing up with the Sitter
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“And now you’re not?”
“Well, I’m not a virgin anymore, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I shook my head. “No, I wasn’t.”
“Hey, do you mind if I get another pop? I’m thirsty.”
“Help yourself.”
She got up, then said, “Would you like one?”
“I’m fine, thanks.”
I watched as she walked into the kitchen, noticing how graceful she moved. Very lithe.
As she retrieved her drink, I wondered how the conversation with the little girl who used to live next door had gotten around to the topic of sex and whether she was a virgin. It was kind of surreal.
Sarah returned holding her can of Diet Coke, and instead of sitting at the far end of the couch where she’d been, she sat on the middle cushion, right next to me. After taking a long drink from the can, she set it on a coaster on the coffee table. Then she turned back to me.
“Where were we?” she asked. “Oh yeah, you were asking if I was a virgin.”
My eyebrows rose. “What? I did not!”
She giggled. “Relax, I’m just yanking your chain. I was sixteen by the way.”
I gave her a puzzled look. “Sixteen?”
“When I lost it. My virginity.”
“Sarah, that’s kind of personal.”
“Of course the guy was a hockey player. I seem to gravitate towards them.”
“We shouldn’t be talking about this.”
“Probably had something to do with my crush on you.”
“Wait, what?”
“You were out of reach, so I guess I unconsciously settled on someone like you.”
“So wait, you lost your virginity to a hockey player because of me?”
“Pretty much.”
“That’s crazy.”
She shrugged. “It is what it is.”
“Maybe I should be getting you home.”
She ignored my comment and said, “Luke, can I ask you something?”
“I guess so.”
“Whatever happened between you and Rachel?”
“You mean that night?”
“No, afterwards. Did you two ever eventually hook up?”
“No. She was pretty pissed at me over what happened. We never even came close.”
“Sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“Well, it was my fault she didn’t… um, finish what she was doing.”
I grinned. “I survived.”
“Yeah, but still. A couple years later, when I finally figured out what you two were doing that night, I felt really bad about it. Especially since you were so nice to me.”
“It’s okay. I barely gave it a thought.”
“I even made up a little fantasy in my mind.”
My eyebrow quirked again. “Fantasy?”
“Yeah. Of course, I was in full-blown puberty at the time, with my hormones all out of whack. But yeah, I had a nice little fantasy.”
I wanted to ask her what the fantasy was about, but wasn’t sure if it was appropriate. So I remained silent.
Finally, she said, “Do you want to hear about it?”
“I guess so.”
She shifted slightly closer and said, “Well, in my fantasy, you and I were together. And I was apologizing for messing things up between you and Rachel. You were being nice about it, saying it didn’t matter, but I was insistent, saying I shouldn’t have done it.”
As she spoke, she moved closer to me again, and I watched her eyes with fascination. They seemed so big and impossibly green. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever seen eyes that shade before.
“Then finally,” she continued, “I told you that I wanted to make it up to you.”
“Make it up to me?” I asked.
She nodded. “That’s what you said in my fantasy. So I explained it to you. Since I’d interrupted Rachel’s blowjob, the only fair thing to do was give you one of my own.”
I stared at her in surprise. She seemed to be closer now, and I could smell that strawberry scent again. Her use of the word ‘blowjob’ had caused my cock to twitch in my pants.
“At first you’re reluctant,” she went on, “telling me it’s not necessary. But I’m insistent, explaining that it’s really something I want to do for you.”
I swallowed and stared at her. She was so close to me, I could feel the heat coming off her body.
“Finally, you relent. And then I’m doing it. I’m actually sucking you. And we’re in the exact same spot you and Rachel were, with you sitting on the couch and me kneeling on the floor between your legs. I’ve got your cock in my mouth, and my head is bobbing just like hers was. Only with us, there’s no little brat to come downstairs and interrupt. I get to finish, and you come in my mouth, and it tastes so sweet, just like I knew it would.”
I continued to stare at her, unable to breathe. It was like we were the only two people in the world.
She smiled softly up at me, her lips just an inch or two from mine.
“That’s my fantasy,” she said softly. “Do you like it?”
I nodded but didn’t reply.
“To be honest,” she said, “I still think about it sometimes. It makes me wet.”
I inhaled a deep breath, taking her innocent scent into my lungs. My cock surged to hardness, tenting my pants at an awkward angle.
She shifted even closer, bringing her lips dangerously close to mine. But then she paused, leaving a small gap between us, as if waiting for me to take that final step.
I did, leaning down and kissing her, her full lips so incredibly soft against mine. It was delicate at first, us sharing a breath as our skin lightly grazed against each other. Then her body shifted again, pressing against mine as I moved one arm around her, resting my hand at the small of her back.
She groaned softly and arched into me, her soft, warm breasts flattening against my chest. Our kiss intensified, and I probed my tongue tentatively between her lips. She met it with hers and they danced lightly together as our passion rose.
I slid my hand down to her butt, gripping it firmly and pulling her tighter against me. She moaned again, dropping her hand to my inner thigh and squeezing it through my pants.
My hand slid from her ass and up her side to cup her breast through her blouse. She groaned into my mouth as her nipple pebbled against my palm, creating a stiff bump through the layers of fabric. I pinched it gently, eliciting more cries of pleasure from her lips.
Her hand moved upward along my thigh, and I grunted my approval when she reached my cock, gripping its solid girth through my pants. She whimpered as she felt my size, her fingers gauging my girth and length as she moved along the shaft.
“Ohhh,” she breathed as she caressed the swollen head, tracing her fingertips along the indentation in the cloth the ridge was making.
Taking her cue, I moved my hand down, finding her inner thigh and following it up. When I reached her crotch I cupped it in my palm, feeling the heat from her arousal through the denim.
After making quick work of the button, I pulled her zipper down and slid my hand between her jeans and panties. As I caressed the smooth nylon, I traced my fingers along the vertical indentation of her crease, and gently pushed the material between her lips, feeling the slick wetness underneath.
“Oooh,” she panted, holding her legs open in invitation. She was squeezing my cock now, sending jolts of pleasure through me.
I was just hooking my finger in the elastic of her panties, preparing to pull it to the side, when we heard a voice.
“What the fuck!”
We startled apart, and looked up to see Lori standing at the bottom of the steps.
Chapter 8
“What the fuck!” Lori repeated, her voice louder this time.
I realized there was no denying what was going on. Sarah’s hand had been on my cock, and I had mine in her jeans.
“Lori, calm down,” I said.
“Calm down? Calm down? I saw what you two were doing!”
Lori sneered in the direction of my dick. “You’re disgusting. She’s a child.”
Sarah frowned indignantly. “Fuck you, I’m eighteen.”
“Enough,” I said to Sarah, then turned back to Lori. “Look, you have every reason to be upset, but let’s just talk about this, okay?”
“No, it’s not okay. We’re living together, and you’re fucking some child on the side?”
I stared at her. “First of all, as Sarah pointed out, she’s not a child. Secondly, you and I aren’t living together. You’re staying at my house. Temporarily.”
“It’s the same thing!”
“No, it isn’t. As a matter of fact, after your little outburst tonight over Mandy, I’d decided to hurry things along, and get you moved out. Even paying for an apartment for you if I had to.”
“I thought we were together.”
“We were together. But not like that. And now it’s over.”
“This is because I haven’t been fucking you, isn’t it? I’ve been busy.”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Come on upstairs right now. I’ll fuck you just like we used to do. Better than she ever could.” She sneered at Sarah.
I turned to Sarah and held up my finger, asking her to let me handle this. She was about to reply to Lori’s jab, but settled back on the couch.
“It’s not about the sex,” I said. “It’s just not working between us.”
“You’re kicking me out?”
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Where am I supposed to go?”
“You have family. Stay with them.”
“This isn’t fair!”
“I’m sorry.”
She clenched her fists and stomped her foot, reminding me of a child who wasn’t getting its way. Then she started up the stairs.
But a few steps up, she stopped and turned back to me.
“Do you want to know the real reason I haven’t been fucking you?”
“Not really.”
“It’s because I’ve been fucking my ex. Yeah, that’s right. We’ve been meeting at a motel and screwing our brains out.” She gave a short laugh.
“Tell you what,” I replied. “Shut your mouth and go upstairs, or I’m going to call you a taxi and kick you out right now. The only thing stopping me from doing it is Tobias. If you go upstairs, I’ll give you until the morning. Your call.”
She glared at me a long moment, then stomped up the stairs.
I stared after her and then expelled a long breath.
Sarah stood and moved behind me, curling her arms around my chest and hugging me while resting her head against my back.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” I said.
“It’s okay. Like I said, she doesn’t deserve you.”
“I’d better get you home.”
“We don’t have to,” she replied, and began moving one hand down over my stomach.
I place my hand over hers, stopping it. “No. let’s go.”
Chapter 9
We drove in silence for the first few minutes as I maneuvered my black SUV through the streets of Boulder. Finally, she spoke.
“I’m sorry if I caused a problem between you and her.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
She was silent for another minute, then said, “I enjoyed that. Doing that with you, I mean.”
She waited for my reply, and when none came, she said, “Are you sorry we did that?”
“No,” I said. “It was just weird. Considering our history.”
“Yeah, I agree. But it wasn’t horrible, right?”
“No, it wasn’t horrible.”
“Because it felt like you were enjoying it as much as I was.”
“Of course I was enjoying it. But that doesn’t make it right.”
“Doesn’t make it wrong either.”
“Look, Sarah, I understand that you’ve been thinking about me like this for a while. But this is all new to me. In the back of my head, you’re still that little girl I grew up with.”
“So then we just need a little time for you to get used to it.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Are you worried about what people will say? Your image?”
“What? No.”
“Then what’s not simple about it?”
“Because you’re… you.”
“That bratty little girl from next door?”
“Exactly.”
“Give me a chance to show you I’m more than that.”
“What do you mean?”
“When we get to my house, come inside.”
“Why?”
“Just trust me, okay?”
“Fine.”
A few minutes later we pulled up in front of the Cain’s house. My parent’s house next door was dark, thankfully.
“Let’s go,” Sarah said, and got out. I followed.
When we went inside, Mrs. Cain was sitting on the couch watching TV, and she seemed surprised to see me.
“Luke, I didn’t know you were coming in.”
Thinking quickly, I said, “Just wanted to make sure Sarah got in safely.”
She smiled. “So thoughtful. How was dinner with Tyler?”
“It was great,” I replied. “We had a lot to catch up on.”
She beamed widely, then turned to her daughter. “How was the babysitting?”
“He was a little angel,” she replied. “Hey, Mom, I promised to show Luke some old videos from us growing up.”
“I’m a little too tired for that,” Mrs. Cain replied. “I have to get to bed.”
“Then go,” Sarah said. “I’m perfectly capable of putting the DVDs in.”
“Oh, okay,” her mom said, then smiled at me. “Good night, Luke. Don’t stay up too late, you have a game tomorrow.”
“I won’t, Mrs. Cain. Good night.”
“We’re all going to be there. Your parents, and John and I, and also Sarah, of course.”
I knew that, since I’d gotten them the tickets, but I said, “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Good night, Mom,” Sarah said.
“Good night, dear,” she replied, and started up the steps.
We listened until she climbed the stairs, walked down the hall, and closed her bedroom door behind her. Then Sarah grinned at me.
“Alone again at last,” she said.
I shook my head. “No, Sarah.”
“Just sit down and let me pop in a DVD.”
I walked to the couch and began to sit, but Sarah said, “No, not there. The other end.”
I stared down at the other end of the couch. It was a newer couch, but Sarah’s intent was clear – she wanted me in the same spot I’d been sitting with Rachel.
“Your parents are right upstairs,” I said urgently.
“Just sit down, Luke.”
I sighed and moved to the other end of the couch. Suddenly, I was having flashbacks to that night. This wasn’t good.
Sarah grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, setting the volume to barely audible. A picture of Tyler and me appeared on the screen. We both looked to be around twelve, and we were tossing a football back and forth in the Cain’s back yard.
Sarah grinned. “Look how cute you are.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’d better get home.”
But she hurried over, and before I knew what she was doing, she plopped down sideways in my lap, her arm around my neck. I realized she was duplicating what she did seven years ago. Only now she was no longer a little child, and her warm body pressed against mine as her weight settled on my lap.
“Does this feel familiar?” she asked with a grin.
“Of course. Except that you weight a lot more now.”
She feigned shock and playfully slapped me on the arm. “Take that back.”
I chuckled. “You were eleven. Of course yo
u weigh more now.”
“But you said it like I was fat.”
I shook my head. “No way. You’re not fat.”
She wiggled her butt slightly, as if to get comfortable. “Is this what you and Rachel were doing before I came downstairs?”
“Pretty much.”
“But not exactly?”
“No. She wasn’t sitting on me, she was straddling me.”
Sarah shifted over me, moving to one knee and then lifting the other over my thighs to straddle my thighs. When her weight settled down again, her crotch pressed directly against my cock, which was starting to come back to life.
“Like this?” she asked.
“Yeah, like this.” I rested my hands on her hips.
“Then what were you doing?”
“Kissing.”
“And what else?”
“I had my hand up under her blouse.”
“On her breasts?”
“No, on her bra.”
She leaned her face closer to mine. “Touch me like you touched her.”
Then she kissed me gently, and it felt amazing. My cock stiffened further, and she rolled her hips, grinding her pussy against me through our clothes.
“Touch me,” she whispered again before resuming our kiss.
I brought my hands to the bottom of her blouse, and slid them up underneath, feeling the soft skin of her stomach. I moved higher, my fingertips finally finding the lace of her bra. Then I cupped her mounds in my palms, causing her to groan into my mouth as I felt their full weight, and the hard bumps of her nipples against my hands.
I caressed her mounds tenderly as our kiss intensified. My cock reached full hardness, angling up at an uncomfortable angle as Sarah began to gently roll her hips against me.
After a few moments she lifted her head and looked down at me with half-lidded eyes.
“Then what?” she asked.
“Then she said she wanted to suck me.”
“Mmm, I want that so much.”
I met her gaze with mine. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “I’ve been sure for a long time.”
I stared back at her, and she took that as an assent because she slid down off my lap and onto the floor. More flashbacks popped through my head. This really couldn’t be happening, could it?”
Her hands went to my pants, where her nimble fingers made quick work of my belt, then the button of my pants. Next, she was tugging down my zipper, and my cock bulged out my boxers through the gap.