My Babysitter (Patreon)

"Hey Michael, you seem concerned. Is everything alright?" Mom is always so perceptive.

"Yeah. I'm fine; I'm just stuck with a project from school. It's due next week, and I don't have the faintest idea how to pull it off," I say, worried.

"It has to do with your computer stuff, right?" she asks. She's sweet but has zero understanding of what my career is about.

"Yeah, data science to be precise." Why do I even try?

"Why don't you ask Julia for some help? I think she studied computing or something like that."

Julia. I haven't thought about her for a while.

She is my babysitter, or at least she was, years ago. I grew up with her always being present in my life, somewhat like a sister. She lived next door and was always a good girl. So it made sense that my parents picked her to be my sitter.

I don't remember the first time she babysat me. But I do remember the last one; I was 14. I know, way too old to have a babysitter, but I must admit I was a handful, and she always knew how to keep me at bay.

But that's old history. I grew up, and so did she; she's older than I by around 10 years.

She moved a few blocks away shortly after that, and I stopped seeing her. My mom stayed in touch with hers; that's how she knows what Julia studied, kind of.

"I don't know, Mom; I haven't talked to her in a while. She must be busy," I reply.

I'm really not comfortable talking to girls, so talking to a grown-ass woman? No, thanks.

"Oh. Nonsense, I'm sure Julia will be glad to help you. Let me call her mom," she says, and grabs her phone. I guess I have no say in the matter.

"Ok, she's home, and she can help you now. You should go. But first shower, honey; you reek." And with that, she made up my mind.

As I shower, I try remembering our time together; it's a little blurry. Somehow what I remember the most is the summertime when my folks would leave me for several days and Julia would look after me. Her family had a pool, and we would spend loads of time there.

She taught me how to swim, and we played a lot in the water.

But what I remembered the most was her bikinis. She was the first girl I ever saw in such little clothes, and I always lost myself as I admired her.

Even now, remembering her makes my body react, and I start to swell. I had to force my mind away from the image of her in the tiniest clothes I had ever seen. Or have seen to this day, to be honest.

I get dressed and instinctively put on cologne and fix my hair. Which I never do, like ever. Other than that I dress like I always do: jeans and a t-shirt, nothing fancy. It's not like I'm going on a date or anything.

I try to scurry away without my mom noticing, but she's way too clever for that.

"Would you look at this handsome young man? Oh, and you smell so good. If I didn't know better, I would think you're trying to impress Julia," Mom says as soon as she sees me.

"No, Mom, I just don't want to be the smelly teen I was 5 years ago," I confess.

"Mission accomplished then! Give Julia and her mom my love." She says with a huge smile.

I pack my computer and walk over to her place. I stop along the way to get a few beers, and soon I am knocking on her door.

When she opens the door, I lose the ability to speak. She is even more beautiful than I remember. Her light brown hair flows down her shoulders, her almond eyes seem to pierce into my soul, and her peach lips are an invitation to be kissed.

"Oh, my god, you took the whole growing up thing seriously, huh?" She breaks the silence with her traditional banter.

"Thanks, I really tried," I reply, surprising myself. I have no idea where I got the balls for it.

"I can tell, so come on in. Your mom told my mom you need help with some homework? You have to know, I charge a pretty penny for tutorship."

In response I lift the beers, and she grins, "A man well prepared, I like it!"

I enter her home as she grabs the beers. She quickly opens two and hands one to me.

"Ok. So, what is this project about?"

"Alright, so it's a data science project; we need to..."

Since that is not the purpose of this story, I won't bore you with the technicalities of my project; just know that we worked on it for over three hours, and we finished the beers I brought.

We didn't complete my project, but I'm well on my way, and we're both tipsy, so there is no way to really continue.

"So, do you still swim in tighty-whities?" She asks out of nowhere.

"I don't really swim anymore, so... no? Do you still wear micro bikinis to family pools?" I ask, emboldened by the beers.

"Since we moved here we don't have a pool, so, not so much, no," she replies, a bit bashful.

"That sucks; I came prepared with my white undies ready for a splash," I say jokingly.

"I don't know how you could use that at the pool; didn't you have bathing suits?"

"Yeah, after the first time I wore underwear to the pool with you, my mom bought me a couple. I just kept forgetting them. Also, tighty-whities are great for the pool; they're comfy, they dry fast, and you don't have to change at all," I say.

"Maybe, but it leaves nothing to the imagination," she said, and I could feel the blood leaving my face," and when you have no butt, it's better to be more covered."

"What do you mean, no butt? I have a very nice butt!!!"

"That's not what I remember," she says with a smirk.

An intrusive thought comes to me, and without thinking it through, I drop my pants mid-legs and turn around.

"Look, see? I have a butt!!!" Fuck, maybe I shouldn't have done that.

"Pull those up!!! My mom is home!!" Fuck!

The awkward silence started and soon became deafening.

"Do you want something else to drink? I think I have some rosé," she said, barely speaking.

"Yes, please." I don't even know what rosé is, but I'll take whatever kills this awkwardness.

She serves a couple of glasses of pink wine, which I quickly take a sip of. It's way too sweet for me, but I try to make a pleasant face.

"It's good, thanks," I say, still trying to figure out if I like it or not.

"No problem," she says under her breath.

"I guess I should take your advice on bathing suits; I remember you always looked great in yours. The blue one in particular," I say and instantly regret my words.

"I always knew you loved them. I actually kept that one; I'm not sure why," she says, sipping on her wine.

"Oh, you obviously kept it so you could wear it again for me, duh." I should stop; she's going to kick me out any second.

"HAHAHAHA, you think? Maybe I did, or maybe I just like too much how I look in it," she says, actually laughing at my stupidity, lucky me.

"I can't blame you; you looked amazing. I still dream about it." I know I should stop, but fuck it, let's see if she plays along.

"I bet you do, and I bet I know what kind of dreams those are," she says in a cheeky tone. I just nod in agreement; we both know what I have just confessed.

"And when was the last time you had one of those 'dreams' about me and my bathing suits?"

"Today as I showered to come here, " this is it; now it's when she kicks my horny ass out.

My body is reacting again; my cock is swelling. I hope she doesn't notice.

"Really? Interesting! And what did you do about it? Did you... you know?" Why is it that her doing the hand motion for jerking is so hot for me right now?

"Not really, I didn't want to leave you waiting," I reply, blushing a bit.

"Is that why? Or maybe I just wasn't enough of an inspiration?" She's toying with me.

"Trust me, you've been plenty of inspiration through the years; more than once a day; that blue bikini is etched into my brain." I can't believe we're having this conversation.

"More than once a day? I don't know if I should be honored or disgusted. I guess a bit of both," she says as she finishes her glass of wine and pours us another one.

"Yeah, well, with that body and wearing those sexy bathing suits, I'm sure you're still inspiration for every boy you baby-sat and probably some girls." I should know; I'm getting really inspired right now.

"Actually, you're the only one that ever saw me like that. I didn't bring anyone else to the pool; you were just so fun to be around. I actually had a good time sitting you." Could that be the truth?

"So, you're telling me I'm the only person in the world that ever saw you wearing that blue bikini?"

"No. Obviously not. I wore it for, like, the beach and stuff, but here in the neighborhood, I wouldn't wear it even in front of my friends or family at pool parties." Is she blushing?

"And what made me worthy of such an honor?"

"You were always kind and fun; I knew you wouldn't creep out on me, and you didn't, until now that you've confessed to being a serial masturbator, hahahaha!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!" I think she's trying to hide her awkwardness with jokes.

"I wouldn't say I'm a serial masturbator; I just find hot girls arousing, and your memory has helped me relieve some of the stress of growing up," I say after I stop laughing.

"And what about when you have a girlfriend? I'm sure you stop using me for relief then," she says, and I can only lower my head.

"No way, really? Not even one?" She asks, shocked.

I shake my head, and she puts a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm sure a good girl will come for you; in the meantime, feel free to keep thinking of me whenever you need it," she says with a devilish smile.

"Oh, I wasn't planning to stop, trust me, hahahaha!"

"Hahahahah! You dirty motherfucker, and tell me, what do we do in those dreams of yours?"

"I'll take that to the grave."

"I have another bottle of rosé that says you'll talk." I am pretty sure I can out-drink her.

"You know? That wine is really growing on me."

"I can tell you're already slurring your words." I am not; she is.

"I am not; you are!"

"Whatever, you want more?" I don't think I should.

Instead of saying no, I shake my glass, and she fills it to the brim.

"So? Ready to spill the beans?" She asks with a grin after taking a huge gulp of her wine.

"Not in a million years; just be happy to know you are still in the mind of a horny 19-year-old after all these years."

"I bet you don't even remember how I look in a bikini." Of course I do, but I like where this is going.

"You know what? Maybe not. It's been so long, I can barely remember."

"Oh, you little fucker, I bet you'd love a refresher, wouldn't you?" Fuck yeah!

Instead of answering, I gave her a blank stare, not knowing what the right answer was.

"Yeah, you would; you're not getting it, though."

"In that case you're not getting a refresher of how I look in tighty-whities," finally an answer.

"My loss then," she says with a huge grin.

"You know it!" I replied, holding my laughter.

After that, we changed the topic, we made small chit-chat for a while. But the flirtatious tone never died.

"Would you look at that? You're no longer a little boy, are you?" Said a woman behind my back.

"Mrs. Regina! It's been a while!" I knew that voice immediately; it's Julia's mom.

"It really has. Well, since I know you're working on your project, I won't be in your way. It's Holy Thursday, and my prayer group is waiting for me," she says as she grabs her keys from a bowl.

"Alright, it was nice seeing you!" I say with a huge smile, praying that she doesn't notice how drunk I am.

"I'll be back in a couple of hours, maybe more; you know how the girls get. If you need anything, call me." Regina says, talking to Julia.

"Yes, Mom, have fun, don't drink too much," I thought she was going to pray.

"Can't promise anything; be good!" Regina replies with a grin.

"Can't promise anything!" Julia replies, and they both laugh.

"So, a prayer group where they get wasted? That's new," I say.

"Yeah, they don't pray at all; they just drink and gossip about the neighborhood. I don't know why they call it Holy Thursday. I've joined them a couple of times, but it's no fun at all," she says while she pours the last of the second bottle into our glasses.

"Oh, that's interesting. I never thought your mom was the drinking type," I say with a grin.

"Yeah, she can be a lot of things; these walls are thin. I know way more of her than I wish I knew." Should I dig into that?.

"Oh really? Like what? Anything you want to get off your chest?"

In response I get a punch to my arm. "Pig! That's my mom you're wanting to know sordid details about! Like I'm going to tell you about how she masturbates almost daily or how sometimes she hooks up with guys and I can hear them spanking her.” Fuck, how do I reply to that?

"Really? I never thought of her as a sub; I always pictured her wearing a leather bikini and ultra-high heels." Way to go, perv.

"Now I'm getting jealous; I thought I was your fantasy!" She seems pissed.

"A man can have many fantasies, besides, you'll always be the main one." Was that creepy? It kind of felt creepy.

"I don't know, I feel a little displaced. Anyway, there's something I need to do in my room; would you mind waiting a bit?" Fuck, she also thinks I was being creepy.

"Not at all, should I go? I don't want to bother you; I already took enough of your time," I say, hoping she says no.

"Oh, shut up and open another bottle of wine while you wait." I'm confused.

While I wait, I open our third bottle of wine and refill our glasses. I can tell it's already affecting me.

She takes what feels like an eternity to come back, but probably it wasn't more than a few minutes.

While I wait for her, I take a quick trip to the toilet to pee, and I discover there's a precum stain in my underwear. I guess I've been excited for too long today.

Soon after I return to the living room, Julia comes back. She's all smiles; somehow she looks different even if nothing has changed.

"Hey there, I thought you had fallen asleep," I quickly quip at her.

"I almost did, but figured it would be more fun to come back and play a game. Do you know dominoes?"

"I... guess? It's about putting the numbers on the pieces together, right? Isn't that like an old people game, though?" Really? Dominoes? That's what my grandpa plays.

"Yes, that's the one; we can make it interesting, though. Maybe whoever loses gives up a piece of clothing." I hope that's not how my grandpa plays it.

"Really? I'm game, as long as you didn't just put on 30 pieces of clothing under there."

"Nope, look." She shows me the strap of her bra, but it looks weird; instead of a flat strap, it looks more cord-like. In the low light of the house I couldn't really see, but I could swear it was blue. "So, should I bring it?"

"Sure, let's do it!" Did I sound too excited?

"Someone is eager! I like it!!!" Good. She's excited too.

We sit on the floor, next to the coffee table, and get ready with our glasses of wine at hand.

We play our first game, and she sweeps the floor with me. I end up with a bunch of dominoes on my side, and she is done in a few minutes.

"Alright, horny boy, time to get naked!" She says excitedly.

"Not so fast, shoes count too, right?" I ask, a little nervous.

"By the ancient laws of strip games, anything that comes in pairs counts as one piece," she says with a grin.

I take my shoes off and thank God I had some decent socks on.

We keep playing, and I lose two more games. With the first one it's an easy choice; the socks pay my debt.

The second one is tougher: pants or T-shirt? I go for the T-shirt, and she sighs," I was hoping to see the tighty-whities again!"

"Are you trying to get me naked? Who's the horny one now?" I say, and I notice my penis grow under my pants; thankfully, she doesn't notice it.

"Maybe both?" She says as she shuffles the dominoes one more time.

On our fourth game the battle is a little more even; she starts explaining a couple of techniques, like counting the dominoes on the board and noticing patterns in your opponent.

I still lost.

Since I'm all out of options, before she teases me about it, I get up, turn around, and drop my pants quickly.

"See? I have a nice ass!" I know I sound bold, but the truth is, this is the first time I've ever been this undressed near a girl since... Well, since we swam together.

Yes, I'm a virgin.

Suddenly I feel her hand in my ass, squeezing it tightly.

"Would you look at that? You do have a nice, firm tush; adulthood has been kind to you. Come on, time to lose those ugly undies!" She says, squeezing both my cheeks the whole time. My erection grows, and I'm a little embarrassed. I turn around and sit down quickly, hoping she won't notice my hard-on.

"Ok, one more game; if you lose, on top of taking them off, you have to promise to never again wear those ugly briefs again," she said with a devilish smile that made my heart skip a beat.

"Deal, I'll commit to a life of going commando, but... if you lose, you'll give up all your clothes." It's a long shot, but maybe she'll fall for it.

"If I get to keep my underwear, I'm game," she says, and my boner throbs just at the thought of seeing her in her underwear.

"You're on, let's go!" I say. Maybe I sound too excited, but at this point I don't care.

The game was very exciting; at least for dominoes, she was on the brink of winning a couple of times, but luck was on my side.

I won.

I WON!!!

"Looks like you lost!" As excited as I am, I can't make her do it. "I won't hold you to your word; you can lose only your shoes.

Without saying a word, she nods and takes off her shoes; then, in a swift motion, she removes her top and then her pants.

The image before me brings me back years, to when we used to swim together.

She's fucking wearing the blue bikini. The one I use to ogle at when we swam together. The one that has been in my fantasies ever since.

The color looks faded, and all elastics on it have given up, but it's the same tiny piece of fabric I remember.

Without saying a word, she gets out of her pants and does a couple of slow twirls; her ass is even more perfect than I remember.

The bikini is falling apart. I can tell she tied it tightly, but the fabric is still loose on key parts; her bottoms look uneven, and they open at awkward places.

When she sits down on the floor in front of me with her legs open, her bikini gives me the sight of a lifetime: her clean-shaven pink pussy.

She notices and brushes it off. "Oh, get over it; it's just another pussy. I'm sure you've seen your share of it," she says as she fixes her bottoms to hide her privates.

"Yeah, not really," I say, as I try unsuccessfully to hide my boner. "I had never seen a bald one, not in person, at least."

"But you've seen others, right?" She asks and shifts slightly in her seat. That little motion makes her bikini move, and it shows me a bit of her pussy, just her lip, but it's more than enough to keep me excited.

"Just one, one time, and it was hairy," I confess.

"Ugh, I fucking hate hair down there. Did you at least have fun?" She says, worried.

"Ummm, well, you see..." How do I say this?

"NO FUCKING WAY! You're not telling me that you're a..." Fuck, she knows. "That sucks, man!" She shifts again. Dragging her butt against the floor, I can see her pussy fully again. There's no point trying to hide it; I visibly arrange my boner, and she smiles.

"So? Which one is prettier? Hers or mine?" She asks with the sexiest grin I've ever seen in my life.

"Yours, by far, is the most gorgeous one I've ever seen, in person or online," I reply. My eyes were glued to her crotch.

"Stop staring at her, you perv!" She says. As I raise my gaze to meet her eyes, I notice that her nipples are peeking through the middle of her top; she obviously opened it for me.

All I can do is mutter under my breath, "Damn!"

"So? Are my tits better than hers?" She asks. As she opens her top a little more.

"I couldn't tell; I didn't really see hers. It was a game of truth or dare, and she dropped her pants, that's all," I confess.

"Ok, in the future if a girl asks you if her body is better, the right answer is always yes, ok?" She says as she covers her tits and then her pussy.

"Yes. Sorry, your tits are by far superior," I reply, still numb from the show.

"Oh. So you were ogling my tits then, pervert!" She says and immediately bursts out laughing.

After a few seconds of silence, I find something to say: "You know? I've never shaved down there; since when did you start shaving?"

"What the fuck? So you have a full bush there?? Let me see that!!!" She says as she launches towards me and pulls forward the elastic band of my briefs.

For a second my boner is exposed, my very hairy boner.

"Damn, that's no bush; that's a forest. Wait here!" She says, and she quickly gets up and runs off. Her butt wiggling as she runs is as sexy as I remember it. I can't help but rub my cock as I see her.

She returns with something behind her back and a huge smile.

"Close your eyes and put your hands behind your back." Somehow her voice commands me to obey, and I do it without hesitation.

"Smell this," she commands, and when I do it, I get a faint smell, nothing I recognize, but I know it's intimate and forbidden.

"That's how my pussy smells!" She says.

I open my eyes, and in front of me, she's holding an electric shaver.

"This is what I use to shave my pussy. I used it this morning. I want to bet something on the next game. If I lose, I get naked and stay that way for the rest of the night. If you lose, you go to the bathroom and get rid of every single hair around your cock and balls." As she says that, she turns on the clippers, and the buzzing sound startles me.

"Fuck that," I reply and grab the razor from her hands.

I stand up and, without trying to hide my boner, march to the bathroom. She follows me, giggling a couple of steps behind me.

When I turn around to close the bathroom door, I see her standing right by the door, excited.

"I'll be here if you need guidance," she says as I close the door; she winks at me before I'm gone.

Fuck, I've never done this. What if I hurt myself? I stare at the clippers for a long while, unsure of what to do.

"I don't hear the razor; do I have to do it for you???" Julia screams from the other side of the door.

"No! I was just…"

"Don't masturbate in there, horny boy; get on with the shaving!!!" We both laugh at her remark, and somehow that gives me the courage to drop my undies and start shaving.

The buzzing sound fills my head as my hard cock starts to loose firmness. Probably the fear of injuring myself is doing that.

I start slowly, removing the overgrown hairs near my belly and I make my way down.

"You better be doing it over the toilet; I don't want to explain to my mom why there is a new pube carpet in the guest bathroom," she says as I try to focus.

"Fuck, sorry, I haven't done much yet; I'll clean up after myself, sorry," I say, moving awkwardly to the toilet.

Soon I pick up the pace and start going around the base of my cock; I'm getting hard again, and that eases the shaving.

Trimming my balls is not an easy task; the wrinkles, loose skin and awkward angle make it harder, and I have to go slow, out of fear.

"How is it going?" She sounds worried.

"I'm working on my balls. Slowly," I reply. I notice that my cock reacted to her voice and twitched.

I instinctively start rubbing my cock but leave the clippers on. To keep the noise going.

"Alright, be careful, don't rush it," she says, and my cock throbs again.

"I'm kind of nervous. Can you keep talking?" I ask, hoping to hear her voice as I rub one out.

"You know how weird this is, right? Shaving your cock as you talk to your babysitter?" I don't know about weird, but it's fucking hot.

"Former babysitter, thank you very much. It's been a while since I've needed help getting dressed," I say as I keep rubbing my hard-on slowly.

"Are you almost done? I'm getting bored out here!" She asks.

"Almost done!" Not really, I wanted to cum, but somehow it felt wrong.

I finish trimming and put my trousers back on. I open the door, and she seems disappointed.

"So? Am I getting a show? I need to supervise your handy work!" She says, staring at my bulge, I'm still semi-hard.

"Well, I guess, if you want," I reply.

Without skipping a beat, she pulls down my underwear and slaps my feet, making me step out of it.

She looks at my hardening cock and smiles, "Good job, horny boy! May I?" She asks, pointing at my cock, and I can only nod.

Using just two fingers, she grabs my cock and moves it out of the way; now she is staring at my balls.

"The balls need some fine-tuning, may I?" She asks, and I'm speechless. Again I can only nod.

She pushes me into the toilet and grabs the clippers. "Lean on the counter. Spread your legs and relax. Here, hold this up," she says, as she hands me my own cock.

She turns on the clippers, and the sound makes me twitch again. "Relax, it's just a little bit," she says as she grabs my balls for the first time.

Her soft hands touching my sack make me gasp, and my mind goes blank. I can only think of this gorgeous woman grabbing my cock and balls in such a sensual way.

Her hand softly pulls on my balls as the vibration of the machine runs through my skin. My cock is hard as a rock; as she does that, she grazes my penis every now and then.

On its ow, my cock starts leaking as she fondles my testicles.

"Someone is enjoying this," she says with a smirk.

"Can you blame him? It's the first time someone has touched him like that, other than me. He's sick and tired of me," I reply as I lightly rub my cock.

"I think this is as good as I'm going to get it. Would you look at that? That is one handsome penis. I never knew you were hiding that under your nasty underwear!!" As she says that, she grabs my cock and moves it around. She knows what she's doing. She's jerking me lightly.

My cock keeps leaking drops of precum.

Suddenly she lets go of me and walks away, back to the living room. I look for my underwear, and I see that she's holding it.

"One last game. All of your tighty-whities against my blue bikini, are you game?" She asks. I try to take my underwear from her hand, but she hides it behind her back.

"I've already seen you naked, horny boy; there's no point in hiding again. Come on, let's play one last hand," she says as she sits on the floor again.

I sit naked on the floor, and the cold tiles make my body shiver, but my erection doesn't go away.

Her bathing suit shifts again, and I see her pussy again. She doesn't mind; she sees me staring at her vagina and smiles. I raise my sight, and her nipples are hard under her top.

My cock throbs constantly as I steal gazes of her pussy and her hard nipples.

"If you pay more attention to the game than to my tits, you might get a chance to win," she says as she plays.

Somehow I win. It was too easy. She must've let me win. But I don't care.

"So, you win; you get to keep the mythical blue bikini. Let me go take it off, and I'll bring it to you," she says as she stands up. I get up right after her and grab her hand before she walks away.

Here I am, naked and hard, holding the hand of the hottest woman I've ever met. She's in her bikini, and I want her to get naked for me. I think she wants to get naked for me. And...

I don't know what to say.

"What is it? Do you want something? Is there something in your heart you want to ask? Do it, ask for it, and I'll do what you ask. But you have to say it," she inquires. She doesn't move. We're standing in the middle of the living room; I'm holding her hand, and she's holding mine back.

She's smiling; she also wants this, but I have to say it.

"You could take it off here," I say, with a barely audible voice.

"Is that what you want? I can barely hear you," she says, facing me and looking me dead in the eye.

"Yes, I want you to get naked for me; it's fair!" Where did I get the balls for that?

"I also want to get naked for you; I'm glad you asked. Is this going to be the first time you see a naked girl in person?" She says in a sweet, sexy voice. I just nod like a dumbass.

"Ok. Let me do this for you, then," she says, letting go of my hand.

She takes a step back and pushes me into the couch. I see her hand go behind her back, and she pulls a string from her top; the cord that runs under her breasts gets loose, and her tits do a little bounce.

I instinctively put a hand on my cock and rub it lightly.

"No, no, hands off; just enjoy the visuals without touching yourself," she says, pointing at my penis.

I obey and keep my hands on the couch as she plays with her loose top, swinging the cord and the fabric side to side, giving me glimpses of her pink areolas and nipples every now and then. Her tits sag a little, making them sway with her body.

I have never been more excited in my life.

Suddenly she stops and puts a hand behind her neck. "Are you ready, horny boy?"

I nod and mutter, "Yes, please."

Her hand lifts, dragging the end of a cord; when she lets go of it, the top falls to the ground. Her perfect tits are on full display for me, they are round, as big as my hand, and her small areolas and nipples make them just... Perfect.

She starts playing with them and pinching her nipples. "Do you like them? I love them; I play with them all the time. They need some loving too, you know?" She says as she keeps squeezing and rubbing her tits.

"I love them; they're perfect, and I would play with them all the time too. I love them," I say, mesmerized by the show she's putting on for me.

"Are you more of an ass or tits kind of guy?" She asks, stopping her hand motion, leaving her tits covered by her hands.

"I'm a whole you kind of guy," I say.

"Great answer!" She says and drops her hands.

I stare at her breasts for a few seconds, and then she turns around. "Do you like my ass, Mikey?" She asks, turning her head to see me; she has a huge grin.

"I love your ass, Jules; I always have," I reply as my hand goes to my cock again.

"Hands off Mikey!" She says in a sweet but stern tone.

"Yes, Jules!" I reply and move my hand away. I can feel my hand is sticky from the precum that is leaking all the way to my balls now.

Her ass is round but petite. She has narrow hips, and her muscular legs and butt make it obvious she works out. I would die to touch it.

"What should I do now?" She asks as she stares at my cock.

"Drop the panties, please," I say without moving my eyes from her ass.

"I think you mean bottoms, but yeah, I guess that's what comes next," she says and grabs the sides of it. "Are you ready?" I nod.

She slowly peels the tiny piece of fabric off of her, sliding it down. Her hands travel through her legs, taking the old thing with her; she bends at the waist, giving me a full view of her amazing ass and a glimpse of her pussy as her hands reach her ankles.

She steps out of the bottoms and picks them up. She turns to see me, and her tits sway. I'm stunned with the sublime show I'm getting.

As she picks up her top too, she takes a couple of steps towards me and hands me the two pieces. "They're yours now. What do you want me to do now?"

"Can you stay naked, can we? I mean, you're absolutely beautiful, and I don't want to stop seeing you like this," I say, not sure if I can ask for more.

"If that's all you want, we can stay like this. Think it through. Is this all you want?" What are you offering?

"I want much more, but I don't want you to reject me," I say.

In response she takes her hand to her pussy and buries two fingers in it; the wet sound she makes as she fingers herself drives me crazy. Then, she takes that same hand and puts it to my face. I can smell her cunt on her fingers. I try licking it, but she pulls away.

"Do you really think I'll say no? Ask what you want from me," she says as she licks her fingers.

"I want to taste you. I want you to suck me, and I want to make love to you," I say in a little more than a whisper.

Without saying a word, she takes my hands and puts them on her breasts. I immediately start massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. Her skin is soft and cool to the touch; she gasped as she felt my hands.

"Slow down a bit, enjoy my skin under your fingers. Don't be too rough to start with; let the intensity increase as we go further," she says as she guides my hands.

My hands follow hers, and my fingers, instead of pinching her nipples, start grazing them; she moans when I start doing that.

"Much better; don't be too eager, and we'll both enjoy it more," she says, letting my hands go, trusting me to keep the rhythm.

As my eyes are glued to her breasts, she looks for my face with hers. I look up to see her in the eye, and she plants a gentle peck on my lips. I freeze, not knowing how to react.

I kiss her back; my instinct is to go full throttle, but I stop and do it slowly, gently. I let her set the pace; she opens her mouth lightly, and I do too.

My hands move from her breasts to her back. She grabs the back of my head, and I do the same.

I feel her tongue licking my lips, and that makes my cock throb. I do the same, and the tips of our tongues meet. I let out a little moan, and she gives me an affirmative moan in return.

My tongue explores her lips, going deeper and deeper into her mouth. She moans as I do that and holds my head tight. Now our tongues play in her mouth and then in mine. Her moans in my mouth make me even hornier.

My hands drop to her back, and I start caressing it, rubbing it lightly as we keep kissing.

When I reach her butt, she breaks our kiss and says, "I love a good butt massage; will you pamper me?" I nod like a fool, and she smiles widely.

She grabs my hand and walks me to her room, where scented candles are lit on the side tables and her desk.

"You took so long to pick up the clues; this place almost burned down. I hope this is ok for your first time," she says, opening her arms and spinning around.

I look at her naked body, but what catches my eye the most is her wide, beautiful smile.

"It's better than I have dreamt," I say, smiling.

"Of course it is," she says as she grabs my hand again and guides me to her bed. "Now, about that butt rub."

As she lies down on her belly. Her perfectly round butt was all I could see.

"You have no idea how happy I am right now," I say as I start caressing her cheeks.

"There's oil near the candle," she says, almost whispering.

I grab the oil and squirt it directly on her butt. "That's cold; you're supposed to warm it in your hands first," she says, lifting her head from the bed.

"Sorry about that," I say, and I start rubbing the oil all around her butt. I start gently, like applying sunscreen.

"Mmm, that's nice. Now press harder, play with my butt, and start approaching my privates. Make it sensual, or I'll fall asleep," she says.

I start squeezing and pressing harder on her butt; she moans each time I part her cheeks.

Suddenly she opens her legs, giving me access to her pussy. I see it. Bald and glistening, she's obviously wet.

I open her cheeks once again, and I stare at her asshole. "Go for it," she says.

I run a finger from the start of her crack, going down. I reach her asshole, and she gasps. "More oil," she says, and I obey.

I keep rubbing her asshole, and she moans louder each time; her hips start moving as my finger massages her backdoor.

Then she suddenly gets up, staying on all fours. I see her tits sway as she asks, "Have you ever wondered what a blowjob feels like?"

Without waiting for an answer, she turns and faces me; she's still on all fours on the bed, her face lines up with my hard cock.

"It's bigger than I expected it to be; you have a very nice penis." How do I even reply to that?

"Ummm, thanks?" I can barely answer before she opens her mouth and puts my hard member inside it; she goes halfway first, and my mind goes blank.

Her soft, wet mouth covers my shaft, and I can feel her tongue licking the tip of my cock, slowly at first, like she's getting to know it.

Her mouth feels too good; when she starts pumping my cock in and out of her tiny mouth, I can't help but see her eyes water and her lips stretch and compress as my cock effectively fucks her mouth.

"Oh, god, you're too good, mmmhmm!" I say.

She pulls away, and a 'pop!' ' sound makes me chuckle. She gets off the bed and kneels in front of me.

"I want to make you cum, but you have to let me know before it happens, ok?" She says. While she talks, she lets her tongue wander around the head of my penis, and I can barely nod before she takes my cock into her mouth again.

This time she takes it deeper, making me gasp when her lips reach the base of my shaft. I can't cum; I have to fuck her; I have to hold on.

She makes gagging noises and is holding my aching balls with her hand. I can feel my cock hitting something in the back of her mouth. Fuck, I'm not going to make it.

She is speeding up. Fuck, it feels too good.

"Oh, god, I'm close; please stop. I want to... I want to..." Damn it, I'm cumming.

"Yes, yes, god, Julia, you suck it so good!!!"

Before I fill her mouth, she takes it out and jerks me a bit until I explode all over her tits.

"Oh, my god! You had a lot!!! Look at me, I'm drenched!" She says, and somehow she's smiling.

"I'm so sorry; I had never had that done, and you did it so well. I'm sorry." I'm so fucking embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I wanted you to do it. Now it's my turn," she says as she gets off the floor and pulls me into the bed.

"Lay there, I'll be right back." I watch her walk away, her booty swaying. God, I could die seeing that, and I would die a happy man.

She comes back a few moments later; she has something in her hand. "I brought you a condom; I hope you don't mind. I don't want surprises," she says with a smirk.

"Yes, I mean no, I don't mind; it's just that I can't," I say as I point to my already flaccid member.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I can fix that. Do you want me to try?" God yes, please, whatever you want, yes, please.

She grabs my soft penis and puts it directly under her warm and soaking pussy. I still don't understand how she is trying to fuck me while being soft.

Her hips start moving back and forth, making my cock slide under her slit. Soon I get a semi, and she grins. "Mmmmm, someone likes it," she says as she picks up the pace.

I must look like an idiot, staring at her swaying tits as her moist pussy wakes up my cock.

"You can touch too, you know?" She says as she cups her tits.

I grab her tits, and she moves her hands away. I fondle her breasts a little rougher than I did before, and she immediately moaned loudly.

"Yes, Mikey, play with my tits. Twist my nipples a little." I obey, and she tilts her head back and grunts, "YES! LIKE THAT, UGH!!!"

Her hips move wildly, like she lost the rhythm. My cock is at full mast again, hard and ready for what comes next.

"I want you inside me; do you want it too?" She asks, and I nod and grab her hips.

"Time for the rubber, horny boy," she says as she leans forward and picks up the rubber she had left near me.

She moves back a bit, and my cock springs up in all its erect glory. She leans down and kisses my cock; it's the single most erotic sight I can think of.

A ripping sound breaks the silence, and she takes out the condom. Slowly she puts it on top of my cock and slides it down. My cock throbs as she does it; she jerks me as she puts the rubber on. My hard-on is even firmer after she's done.

She gives me a naughty smile and slides back, lifting her hips.

Without breaking eye contact, she grabs my hard cock and presses it against her pussy. She stops to spit in her hand and then uses it on her pussy.

I feel her warm pussy as she starts lowering her body onto my cock. First it's just the contact. Then I can feel it encompass my cock; her pussy is opening for me.

Without haste she keeps lowering herself as she moans seductively. When my head is fully in, she stops and looks at me. She grins and starts jumping up and down on the tip of my cock.

That motion makes the semen on her tits slide down, I really drenched her good.

The warm feeling, along with how tight her pussy is, drives me wild. I start thrusting my hips into her, but she lifts herself.

"Slow down, let me ride you; you'll cum again, I promise," she says and starts lowering herself onto my hard penis again.

This time my cock slides right into her; I gasp at the feeling and stop moving.

After a little bouncing on the tip of my cock, she stops and puts her hands on my chest. I see her almost blonde hair fall into my face, and I can feel her pushing downwards.

Moaning and grunting, she lowers herself further and further. I feel my cock pressed by her tight pussy, and I grab her hips and squeeze them.

"You're thick; did you know that?" She asks, taking a break. I just shake my head in response. She bites her lower lip and nods, giving me a look I've never seen a girl do for me. A look of desire and excitement.

She pushed herself all the way onto my cock and screamed, "FUCK YES!! Oh, god!! You have a great cock, Mikey!" She rests her ass against my legs for a bit, and I feel her nails dig into my chest.

I must've made a painful face because she immediately looked worried and stopped doing it.

"Ok Mikey, now I'm going to fuck you, but you need to last a while so I can cum, ok?" I nod. She sits straight, and her tits are again within my reach. "Touch my tits and rub my clit. Pay attention to my speed and try to play with my body in sync."

I give her a blank stare in response; she grabs my hand and leans a bit forward. She licks my thumb, which makes my cock twitch inside her, and she feels it, because she moans lightly.

Then she puts my thumb in the space between my belly and her crotch and makes me rub her. I'm playing with her pussy when I feel something a little harder.

"That's my clit; rub it softly up and down. Go faster with it as I ride you faster. When I'm close, you can rub it harder; you'll help me cum." She says as she moves my hand. I quickly get what she means and start rubbing her clit.

"Good boy, now, let's fuck." As she says that, she starts jumping up and down on my cock, slowly at first, just as I'm rubbing her clit.

"I'm too horny and too full of your cock; I won't last long." Me neither.

She keeps bouncing on my cock, slowly first and then faster. I try keeping up with the rhythm, but her hips move too fast at times, and my hand loses her clit.

I notice she's playing with her tits as she fucks me, and I use my free hand to help her. I pinch her nipples, and each time I do, she grunts in pleasure, and her rhythm breaks a little.

My thumb finds her clit again, and she gasps as I resume flicking it. The sensation in my cock is just too good. Her pussy is tight, and even with the rubber on, it's the best that I have felt in my life. "FUCK YES MIKEY, RUB ME, FUCK ME, FILL ME. PLEASE!!!"

Her words complete the experience; knowing she's enjoying my cock so much makes me want her to cum even more. I rub harder on her clit, and she notices, "YES, HARDER, FASTER, YES!!!"

I start pumping her with my hips as I rub her harder; she stops moving and opens her mouth, without making a sound, then she explodes. "YEEEEEEES. YEEES. YES MIKEY FUCK ME YEEEEEEES," she says as her hips start buckling wildly.

That movement becomes too much for me. I grunt, and I feel my balls tense. I lift my torso, and she knows what's going on. She digs her nails into my chest again as I pump her harder.

"Fuck Jules, I'm cumming in your pussy, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!" I feel my cum erupt, and I collapse, overwhelmed by all that I'm feeling.

I'm spent, resting as I feel my cock slowly soften inside her pussy. She raises her hips, and my cock leaves her pussy.

"I want another; can I use you?" I don't reply; I don't understand what she means, and she can use me as much as she wants.

Without really waiting for an answer, she grabs my still-wrapped cock and squeezes it, making it harder instantly. She then uses the tip of my cock to rub her clit as I had just done with my thumb.

I'm still overly stimulated, and it feels a little awkward, but seeing her masturbate with my cock is just too sexy to stop her.

"Mikey, you have a great cock; I'm lucky to be your first," she says as she keeps rubbing her bald pussy with my cock.

Even after cumming twice, I can feel my erection growing again.

"Mmmmm good, yes. I love your cock, yes!" She says as she rubs her pussy faster.

When I'm almost fully hard again, she tries fucking me, but the condom is a mess and she's too eager. She stops that and keeps masturbating her clit with my hard cock.

"FUCK, I'M CLOSE. I'M SORRY. FUCK. FUCK YEEEEEEES!!!" As she screams, I feel her ejaculate a warm, clear liquid that soaks my crotch and belly instantly. I've seen it happen in porn; she used my cock to squirt. With each gush of squirt, her hips buckle a little and she grunts.

After a few seconds and a huge load of squirt, she is done. She collapses on top of me. I could swear her body has zero weight, and I almost drift off to sleep like that.

"Sorry about that. I was just too horny and needed the extra release; sorry about the mess," she says, lifting her head from my chest.

"I love the mess; you can do it whenever you want," I reply, peeling the condom off my cock. She points to a garbage can near the bed, and I toss it there.

"Fuck, it's so late, almost midnight!" She says, looking at her clock.

"No way, I have to go! My mom is going to kill me!" I reply.

"Relax, Mikey, you're working on a school project, remember?" She says as she stands up. I could just watch her nude body forever.

She goes to the window and opens it. "Mom is home already."

"FUCK!" I say. "All our clothes are in the living room; there's no way she missed that."

"Relax, I'll go get them; stay put," she says, walking towards the door.

"Are you going naked?" I ask just before she opens the door.

"Yeah, my mom doesn't mind," she says and opens the door. I instinctively cover myself with the bedsheets, which are soaking with her squirt.

She freezes, looking down. Then she picks up something from the floor and closes the door without leaving the room.

"I guess my mom says hi," she says as she hands me a bundle of my neatly folded clothes with a cold water bottle on top of it.

I must be turning all the colors of the rainbow because she reassures me, "My mom is like, really cool; she doesn't mind. You could parade naked around the house, and she'd be ok."

I'm still a little bashful about her mom finding and tidying up my clothes in her living room. I open the water bottle and chug it down. God bless Regina.

As I got dressed, I decided to skip the underwear and go commando. Jules notices it and smiles.

I hand her my tighty-whities and say, "They're yours; burn them, throw them away, or frame them as a trophy. These are the last ones I'll ever wear."

"YES!!!" She shouts a little too excitedly.

When I'm ready, I notice she is still naked. "So, I really wish I could stay with your gorgeous naked butt, but I have to go," I say, giving her bare body another scan.

"And I would love for you to make me squirt again, but it's too late. Let me walk you to the door," she says as she opens the door of her room.

"Are you..." I say, staring at her tits.

"Oh. For fuck's sake. Look. MOM! I'm walking Mikey out. I'm naked, and he's commando; we just fucked. Is that ok?" She shouts, and I want the earth to swallow me.

"I already knew, dear. You wore protection, right?" I hear Jules's mom's voice down the corridor.

"Yes, Mom, we did," Jules replies.

"Alright, have a good night, Mikey; tell your mom I said hi!" She says.

"See, I told you," Jules says and starts walking towards the living room.

I pick up my backpack and say, "I didn't even finish my project; I might still need your help." I can't help but smile like a little kid at that idea.

"And I will gladly help you, but next time the rosé and the condoms are on you. Maybe next time I could teach you how to go down on a girl," she says, as she plants a kiss on my lips. "Here, this is yours," she says and hands me her old blue bikini. "You won it fair and square. Enjoy it, but try to wash it between sessions. Ok?" I just nod like a fool.

She opens the door and stands naked in the doorway as I walk away. My cock is again at half-mast.

All I can think as I walk back home, struggling with an erection, is that she was my babysitter.