BabySitter's Experience

"Geez, Marie, you are such an innocent. I can't believe that anyone who can reach the age of eighteen can still be as innocent as you."

"You don't know what you're talking about," I said huffily. "I know all about the birds and the bees, thank you very much."

I did, too, in theory. It just wasn't something that I saw as applying to me at this stage of my life. I felt no urgent need to rush out and find a man to offer my all to. I didn't even feel a need to wander around and see what was available for sampling. I just wasn't interested.

"It's fine knowing about the birds and the bees," scoffed Belinda. "The trouble is you don't know anything about men and women. I know damn well that Paul made a pass at you and it went sailing past without you even noticing. Quite squashed his ego for a good five minutes."

"Oh, Paul," I said dismissively. "He's always full of himself. I tend to go into selective deafness mode whenever he's around."

"So he noticed," said Belinda with a giggle. "He pitched one of his best lines at you and you didn't even blink."

I simply shrugged. What else could I do?

"What you need to do is watch a boy and a girl getting it on so you know a bit more," Belinda stated with surprising decisiveness.

"I'm not watching porn." A flat refusal was the best way to head Belinda off, otherwise she'd arrange a porn night or something horrendous, just to try to make a point.

"Huh, you've probably already seen some on the internet and got an unreal expectation of what sex is about. No, I've something else in mind."

She was partly right. I'd seen some porn on TV and had decided that that sort of nonsense wasn't for me. As for unrealistic expectations, we had a plumber out just the other week. He was fat, fifty, filthy, and smelled. He did not leap on me with wild cries and try to ravish me. He did go burrowing into the sewers and get even more filthy and smelly.

"And what might that be?" I asked suspiciously.

"You still staying over at my place Friday night?"

I nodded cautiously. We'd arranged this weeks ago. Her parents would be away and we were going to have a girls' night in.

"You know how there's a common en suite to the room you use and my bedroom?"

I nodded, wondering where she was going with this.

"Well, as you probably also know I have something going with Andy."

That didn't even rate a nod. She'd raved about him often enough. How strong he was, what a big dong he had, how skilled he was in using it, so on ad nauseum.

"I've let him know that my parents are going to be away on Friday night and that he's welcome to visit. He'll come running over, believing me to be alone, and drag me into my bedroom where he'll proceed to fuck me just as hard as he can, and that's quite hard."

"Really. Are you saying you don't want me to come over, after all?"

"No. I'm saying that you'll be in the en suite getting a voyeur's view of the proceedings. Andy won't know you're there and will do his uninhibited best. I'll know and I'll make sure you get a good view."

I couldn't help but laugh. She couldn't be serious.

"Even if I was stupid enough to agree why would I spend the night at your place just to watch you getting it on for ten minutes and then having to spend the rest of the night alone?"

"It'd better be a damn sight longer than ten minutes," Belinda said. "Anyway, after Andy winds down you can go back to your room and then come charging down the hall and bang on my door. Andy will grab his gear and shoot into the en suite and sneak out via your room while you're in mine. He won't mind leaving as he'll already have been laid. Then we can have our girls' night."

Damned if I know how she did it but Belinda actually talked me into going along with her little scheme. Friday night found me at Belinda's place, me feeling somewhat nervous and her wearing what I can only describe as rape-me clothes.

I looked her over soon as I arrived and asked her what the hell she thought she was wearing?

"An inducement to Andy," she said with a giggle. "As soon as he sees me in these things he's going to want to rip them off. I'll probably get him to do just that. They're headed for the ragbag anyway, and ripping them off me will make him feel all masculine and dominating."

I just rolled my eyes and told her she was in cloud cuckoo land. We watched some TV for a while and all too soon Andy's car rolled up. Too soon for me, that is; Belinda was all toey and fretting, wondering why he wasn't here yet.

Now that he was here she hurried me off to my room and from there I sneaked into the en suite, leaving the door open a little bit. Seeing it was dark and I hadn't turned the lights on the well-lit bedroom would prevent Andy seeing me.

It seemed to me that the time between the front door opening and the bedroom door opening could have been measured in microseconds. Andy came bursting into the room, dragging Belinda with him. Not that she was struggling. Laughing too much to put up any sort of fight. He spun her into the middle of the room and for a moment he just looked at her.

"What a rag," he said softly (and accurately), grabbing hold of the dress where there were a couple of noticeable weak spots. Holding the dress by those spots he gave a tremendous heave, probably intending to rip the dress in half. He badly overestimated the strength of the dress. He was left standing there with a scrap of material in each hand, having ripped a couple of small pieces off the dress.

Belinda was all giggles and Andy was giving the dress a nasty look. This time he placed his hands carefully and just pulled slowly, ripping the dress in half. The shreds of dress were allowed to fall to the floor and Belinda was standing there in lacy pink lingerie. A matched set, I noticed.

"If you tear these you're replacing them, and they're not cheap," she warned him.

He simply grinned and took them off, being very careful.

He wasn't nearly so careful taking off his own clothes. His jacket and undershirt all came off as one piece, with his trousers and underwear coming off as one. He even took off his shoes as he yanked his trousers over his feet. Time from standing there fully dressed to standing there wearing a pair of socks was about two seconds by my estimate.

Now I'd seen Belinda naked before, in change-rooms and showers, so her figure was no surprise to me. I had all the same equipment plus some extra in certain areas. Andy's naked figure was something else. I'd never seen a live naked man before. I'd seen some with skimpy bathers, but totally nude? Uh-uh. And I must say that he has a certain salient feature that really stood out.

I am rather well read and one of the things I'd read up on since Belinda decided on this crazy plan was male genitalia. Men's erections are supposed to be from six to eight inches on average, and all Belinda's descriptions of Andy's giant dong aside, I'd rate him right in the middle to lower section of the average range. Mind you, if he'd been going to use that thing on me I suspect that it would have seemed a lot bigger.

Belinda was pushed down onto the bed, not that it took much of a push, with Andy plunking himself down next to her. Then they were kissing and touching, Andy's hands all over Belinda, touching her in ways that would cause me to give a man a broken jaw. For her part Belinda's hand had glommed onto Andy's erection, and she was teasing and stroking it.

After playing around for a while Andy spread Belinda's legs wide and knelt between them. Belinda politely helped him by using one hand to spread her lips while guiding him into position. As soon as he was engaged Belinda's hands moved away and I could see Andy's cock just driving into her, totally sinking out of sight with one quick thrust.

I figured that the rest of what was happening would be Andy bouncing on top of Belinda, but that's not what happened. Andy didn't get more than a couple of strokes in when Belinda pulled back a bit too far and Andy popped free. I hastily stifled any giggles I had and continued watching.

"Try it like this," Belinda said, rolling over and getting on her hands and knees.

There was some very urgent scrambling by Andy and then he was kneeling behind her, lining up and driving home. Bethany, however, wasn't finished. A couple more strokes in that position and she pulled free again, turning around to laugh at Andy.

"You seem to be having problems, tonight," she giggled. "Tell you what, you lie down and I'll sit on you."

I don't think Andy gave a damn what position they used as long as he got his cock into action, like right NOW. He flopped on his back, giving Belinda an irritated look, urging to get on with it. For her part she carefully help his cock in an upright position, set herself and then sank down onto Andy, taking her own sweet time to lower herself, despite Andy's noble efforts to hurry her up.

The look on Andy's face when she bounced a couple of times and then bounced off was a sight to see. He was getting angry but what could he do? Nothing if he wanted to get his rocks off.

"I don't know," sighed Belinda. "That just didn't seem right. Why don't you pick a position that you like and stick to it?"

"That's a good idea," I said Andy. "Why don't I? Come here."

While speaking he'd swung around until he was sitting on the side of the bed. His come here was to drag Belinda off the bed until she was standing next to him. Before she caught on to his intentions he'd yanked her across his lap, face down. One hand held her in place and the other came down firmly on her bottom.

"I don't know what you think you're playing at," he told her, spanking away, "but whatever your game it stops now. In a moment I'm going to bend you over the end of the bed and fuck you hard. You are going to cooperate. Understand?"

Belinda's bottom was turning an interesting shade of red and she was squealing and carrying on something chronic. At the same time she was pleading with him to stop and promising to do whatever he wanted if he'd just stop spanking.

He wound up the spanking and swung Belinda back to her feet. He then pointed at the end of the bed and Belinda bent over with great haste, feet wide apart, bottom pushed up, completely exposed and helpless.

Once again I was treated to the doubtful pleasure of watching Andy's cock sink into Belinda, not that she was complaining. His arms went around her and fastened on her breasts and then he got to work, flexing his hips hard as he started pumping.

I'll say this for Andy. Now that Belinda wasn't stuffing him around he got going with a vengeance. He was bouncing her back and forth at a great rate. Have you ever seen those bats with a ball attached? The idea is you hit the ball and it bounces back for you to hit it again and if you're any good you can really notch up some speed with that gadget. That's what I thought of as I watched Andy in action. He'd drive and pull back, only to drive in again, with Belinda's enthusiastic help. It looked as though he was hitting her hard enough to go flying off his cock, only to stop and snap back again, their groins mashing together with a loud slap. It appears that sex can be rather noisy.

Sex can also be boring when you're just watching. Andy appeared to have a lot of stamina and he kept going and going, Belinda cheering him on all the way. I was about ready to sneak back to my bedroom when I noticed a change. I wasn't quite sure what the change was but something was different. Then Belinda gave an ungodly shriek, throwing back her head and yowling like a cat in heat. I guess this was her way of letting Andy know she'd climaxed.

Andy kept going for a bit longer and then he seemed to shudder and groan, his smooth action changing to a jerking motion and then that was that. Belinda collapsed face down on the bed and Andy pulled back, his erection already starting to droop.

That was my cue to slip back through my room and head down to the front door. I banged it and then started strolling back down the hall, calling to Belinda. I banged on her door when I reached it and heard her yell to come in so I did. The room smelt very heavily of eucalyptus; someone had been heavy handed with the air freshener.

"Belinda?" I called.

"I'm just having a shower," she called.

Then she stuck her head out of the en suite. She was wrapped in a towel and smirking, one finger to her lips. We waited for a minute, listening, and I heard the front door closing. Sticking my head out into the hall I could see a shadow through the glass on the door, moving away.

"He thought you were my mother coming home early. I've never seen him get dressed so fast. Now excuse me, I really do need a shower."

I was about to flop down on her bed when I remembered what had just taken place there. I chose to sit on a chair, instead. After a quick shower Belinda came out and started dressing.

"How's your bum?" I asked with a smirk.

"Ooh, can you believe the nerve of that guy? He spanked me. I couldn't believe it. How dare he? I'll get him for that, you see if I don't."

"Oh, I dunno. It seemed to me that you were enjoying it. The poor defenceless female being dominated by the ruthless male. You certainly seemed eager to show him how sincerely apologetic you were."

"Well, it was kind of erotic, especially knowing that you were watching. Not that I intend to let him make a habit out of spanking me."

We discussed what had happened a bit, me still being very non-committal about sex. Eventually our conversation drifted on to other things.

That little episode did have one little effect on me. I was now more conscious of men as being, well, men. I suppose my attitude prior to that was that men were just those strange creatures that I didn't have much to do with. Now I saw them as men who might want to do things with me and to me, not that I was interested. Just a little wiser as to what might happen.

We were at dinner the next Friday evening when my younger sister looked at the whiteboard where we chalk up appointments, both a reminders to ourselves and to let the rest of the family know where we were.

"What is that appointment that has been added that has me sitting for the Gregor's tonight?" she asked.

"Oh. They rang up earlier desperate for a sitter and I assured them that it wouldn't be a problem," our father told her.

"I see. And you thoughtfully added it to the board so I wouldn't forget?"

He smiled and nodded.

"Right under the notation that says I'll be sitting at the Morgan's tonight," my sister calmly observed.

My father looked at the board and realised that he'd double booked Fran.

"Um, right. Well I'm sure you'll work something out," he said with some haste, before jumping to his feet and deserting the field.

"Mu-um. What do I do now? I can't really blow either of them off. They're both good customers and they pay well."

Our mother just smiled and said, "Watch and learn."

She jumped to her feet and grabbed the marker and wrote something on the board.

"All fixed," she said, sitting down again.

Fixed was right. I was the one who'd been fixed. Fran's name had been removed from the Gregor appointment and mine added.

"Mo-om," I said indignantly. "I don't do sitting anymore."

"You do tonight," I was told. "We made a commitment and we have to uphold it."

It was going to be futile to argue so I didn't bother. Instead I took advantage.

"If I'm doing this then someone is going to buy me that new dress I want," I stated, daring my mother to deny it.

"I'm sure your father will be delighted to pay for it," mother said with a snigger. "Even if he's not, I'll tell him to smile as he gives you the money."

Honour satisfied I eventually departed. I quite liked Alexia and the kids knew me and would tend to behave. Some kids behave with occasional lapses into bad behaviour. Others misbehave with occasional lapses into good behaviour. Fortunately the Gregor girls were the first type.

Alexia looked slightly surprised to see me standing there when she opened the door.

"Dad double booked Fran," I explained. "We thought it wouldn't be fair to just leave you in the lurch so I volunteered to fill in."

"Oh. Well, thank you, Marie. The girls will be delighted to see you again. Come on in."

I'd no sooner stepped into the hallway when Curt popped out of the front room.

"Evening, Fran," he said, before changing that. "No, wait, it's Marie, isn't it? You've grown somewhat since I last saw you."

He was giving me an appreciative stare and I must admit it made me feel quite strange. It was odd that I'd never noticed that Curt was rather a studly specimen, but I was sure noticing it now. I could feel myself blushing as he checked me out. He'd certainly never looked at me like that before.

"Down, boy," Alexia said. "It's early in the evening yet."

Curt just grinned and winked at me and I hastily followed Alexia to wherever the kids were.

"Honestly, that man. Has to flirt with every pretty girl that comes past. He's incorrigible."

It didn't sound as though she resented that. Maybe she approved of the fact that girls were willing to flirt with her husband. They were only wannabes after all. She was in possession.

Curt and Alexia departed and I was left in possession of house and family. Amusing enough for a while but after the children went to bed it became incredibly boring. I watched TV, cursed my father, and upped the price of the dress he was going to have to buy me.

Eventually Curt and Alexia returned and I was all ready to grab my pay and head on home. Alexia had other ideas. We hadn't seen each other for a while and she wanted to talk. It was only polite to do so over a cup of tea. (Yes, tea. I can't stand that swill people call coffee.)

After half an hour or so I started making going home noises and Alexia jumped to her feet.

"You'll want to be getting home, won't you?" she said. "Just hold on while I get my purse."

She dashed out of the room while I rose to my feet, waiting. Alexia always prefers to entertain in the front room for some reason rather than the kitchen and that's where I was now, as was Curt. He was comfortably ensconced in one of the big comfortable armchairs and when I stood up I found myself standing rather close to him. I found this out via him reaching out, catching my arm, and pulling me down onto his lap.

I gave him a startled look and he gave me a charming smile.

"You'll have to excuse me," he said, "but there's a couple of things I wanted to check."

With that he pulled my top loose from my skirt and his hand slipped up inside my top and closed over my breast, squeezing it lightly.

"Well, I was right about the first thing," he said with some satisfaction. "You're not wearing a bra. I didn't think you were."

I was just gaping at me, hellaciously aware of his hand brushing back and forth across my breasts. Before I could start to protest he was speaking again.

"It would seem I'm also correct about the way you've matured," he said, and I was like, "What?"

"If I'd done this last time you were here," he told me, giving the breast he was currently fondling a squeeze, "you would have been shocked and scared. Petrified, almost. Now, while you might be shocked, you're not scared. Annoyed, possibly, but also a little curious. It shows how you've matured."

"Putting aside the fact that I was probably sixteen the last time I sat for you and you'd have been arrested as a paedophile, I would not have been scared. I know how to stand up for myself."

I felt quite indignant. Shocked and scared, indeed! He had a nerve. Ah, speaking of his nerve that was an issue I needed to address.

"I'll thank you to take you hand away from there," I stated firmly, hopefully no trace of my own nerves showing.

"Do you think I should?" he asked and I promptly said, "Yes," at the same time as another voice said, "No."