Babysitters Erotica Collection(13)

As soon as the door clicked shut, Carrie let out a breath. “Well, this is it,” she told the empty house. “What do I do now?” She thought of going upstairs and sneaking a glance at Robert, just to have an idea of what he looks like, then thought against it. The boy might waken to the sight of her creeping around in his bedroom, and she could bid any chances of having a good babysitter bond with him good-bye. Carrie decided to hang out in the living room and watch some television instead.

She found a channel she liked, one of those fashion-themed shows that always roused her curiosity and interest. She was starting to get into the zone and was beginning to curl up comfortably on the couch when she heard someone go down the stairs. Carrie tensed and sat upright. The footsteps sounded too big and heavy to belong to the five-year-old boy that was Robert. Mrs. Cannon didn’t mention anyone else being in the house. Who could be making those noises?

Carrie was about to get up and investigate when a blond girl came into sight. She looked to be about eighteen, the same age as Carrie. She was tall, had blue eyes as pale as Mrs. Cannon’s, and had a build that could give any Victoria’s Secret model a run for her money.

She’s gorgeous, Carrie thought, and a shiver ran up and down her spine.

The girl spoke up first. “You must be the babysitter.” She had a voice as soft as cotton, but there was something steely and commanding beneath the soft exterior.

“Yes. I just got here,” Carrie answered. “I’m Carrie.”

The girl shook her head. “Bet she didn’t tell you I was around.”

Carrie didn’t know the answer to that, so she said nothing.

The girl must have sensed her discomfort because she suddenly broke into laughter. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Mom didn’t know I was home, anyway.”

“Your Mrs. Cannon’s daughter?” Carrie asked stupidly.

“Bingo!” the girl exclaimed. “She didn’t tell you she had a daughter, huh? See, it’s like this. I was supposed to be away at some music camp, but I got bored in there. Too many people, too little action. So I snuck out and went back here.” She shrugged. “I planned on telling her last night, but I fell asleep. When I woke up, she was gone and you’re here.”

“You missed her by a hairline,” Carrie said. “She went out only a few minutes ago.”

The girl shrugged again. “I’ll tell her when she gets back home.” She paused. “Oh, I haven’t told you my name. I’m Laarni.” The girl held out her hand.

“Hi, Laarni. I’m Carrie.” Carrie took the other girl’s hand and was surprised at how strong the other girl’s grip was.

“Nice name. What are you watching?” Laarni sat down beside Carrie.

“It’s, uh, this fashion show,” Carrie stuttered. She was uncomfortable with Laarni sitting too close beside her for comfort. Laarni, who was wearing an oversized cotton T-shirt with nothing else that Carrie’s eye could see.

Carrie felt like giving herself a few good kicks on the head. So Laarni’s beautiful, but so what? The two of them could pass off as classmates, maybe even friends, for heaven’s sake. Carrie didn’t know and understand why she felt funny being in the same room-and the same couch- with Laarni. She remembered Saab, one of her closest buds, who was way more beautiful than Laarni, if that was even possible. Carrie never felt funny around Saab, who sometimes walked around the house in nothing but her underwear. She and her best friends were so close, they had even seen each other naked. The sight of her best friends’ bare bodies did nothing to Carrie’s head and libido, but things were taking a different turn with Laarni, a girl she had met for only less than an hour ago!

“You’re into fashion?” Laarni was saying. “Cool. I’d love to go into fashion myself, but my dad wouldn’t let me. Everything’s yellow to him. Not much I can do while I’m living under his roof, but I won’t be doing that for long.” She shifted, and her bare leg brushed against Carrie’s jean-clad one.

Carrie did her best not to squirm. It wouldn’t do good for Laarni to think she was disgusted sitting so close to her. Disgust was a word Carrie believed she would never, ever use on Laarni. Laarni was too bright and beautiful for that. However, Carrie couldn’t quite put her finger on what she was feeling, sitting beside this bright and beautiful being. Then it dawned on her: she was aroused. For Pete’s sake, she was very aroused.

Carrie snapped out of her thoughts when she noticed Laarni was looking at her intently. She blushed furiously, embarrassed at having been caught drifting off into space. “I’m sorry. Look, I have been listening to you, I swear, but something-”