Babysitters Erotica Collection(87)
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 The sweet, innocent Patty had been replaced by a wilder, more daring girl who pretended she didn’t know what she wanted but would do all it took to get it anyway.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?”