Clarice’s babysitting
Things have calmed down since my last birthday bash, and my sexual frustration, although still present, is now manageable. Basically, l do not have it constantly on my mind.
High school started. It is no different than middle school. I am still totally invisible by everyone, students and teachers. I do not say much in class, l do not say much out of class. Sara and l barely have classes together. So it is mostly little good old me, by myself.
At home, things are the same. My parents are sort of tolerating each other. I started to grow some anger towards my mom on how she makes my dad feel. My father works and spend time with his male friends. But he went more to their places now than them coming over. So l couldn’t really see anyone, and to be honest, l missed them.
I was continuing babysitting Daniel. I could babysat him a few hours weekly, and occasionally on a Saturday evening where Jack goes out dancing and trying to meet someone. He was in full singles mode now, even though the divorce was not official yet. And still, l could find wedding pictures around the house of Jack and his wife that Quark took on the wedding day.
Yeah Quark is a photographer and does take professional pictures in his spare time, black room in his basement and all.
On those particular Saturday nights, l slept over his place. This was okay with Jack and my parents. And it gave me some extra cash.
That night was one of them.
I suddenly opened my eyes woke up on the couch and wondered what happened. Then l remembered that Daniel was currently sleeping, and l wanted to do some homework, but probably fell asleep while doing so. I slept sideways and could feel the drool on the couch cushion. My summer skirt (it was one of those hot days of September) rolled itself up above my hips, exposing my panties. My t-shirt was upwards also but not that much. Just enough to show my waistline.
I could hear the clicking of the front door. I looked at the clock. It was early. If this is Jack, and for my security l hope it is, he did not have a good night. I felt the incredible urge to expose myself to him. Let him look at me. Let him notice me. Let him stare at my body and my skin. So l « went back to sleep » on the couch.
He came in and grumbled. Put the keys on the entrance table, remove his shoes, and then l heard him stop. He probably saw me. He took off his jacket and hung it. Then he came and sat on the couch. He started to slightly shake my shoulder to wake up. The idea that l was laying there, panties exposed as he was waking me up, got me excited. I could actually feel the wetness of my pussy.
I slowly « woke up » and rub my eyes.
« Hey. Your home early... », l said, while remaining in my sideways position, still exposing my underwear.
« Yeah, not a great night. Kind of boring. », he added in his strong masculine voice. « You know l can see your... » pointing at my underwear.
« That’s okay. », l simply said, not hiding it with my skirt, and continuing to show my panties and shapes to him. « Sorry about tonight. »
« Nah it’s all good. (he paused) You know l would prefer if you sat up. »
So l sat up, facing him on the couch. I was spreading, but skirt was hiding the panties. « I guess you wanted to have a little action tonight. Maybe see some titties... », we both burst out laughing.
« Yeah l guess... », he mumbled out between chuckles. « I don’t mind titties like you said... » and he laughed hard.
« Well then here you go! » and l flashed him for a micro second. His laughing stopped but mine continued. I had no bra on (one of the advantages of my young age), and l just showed him my breasts.
« Clarice, you shouldn’t do that. », he said in a low voice.
« What, this? » and l flashed him again, but for half a second now. He put his hand on my shirt to keep it down.
« Stop that. »
« Why? You don’t like them? You wanted to see some titties tonight, so l’m giving them to you. »
« Yeah, but... » was the only words from his mouth. He was mumbling.
I was super nervous suddenly. I knew that if l wanted to get « something » out of the moment, l needed to be more daring. And l needed to also be more intentional with my words. But it was so difficult as l am not really experienced in this...
« Don’t you like them? », l asked. « Wait... is it because they are not pretty? », l then dared, using a little sadness in my voice.
Jack felt bad. I could see it on his face. « Well they are pretty, for the brief moment that l saw... »
« Oh... » l replied. Then l slowly lift my shirt again to expose them and stayed there. Jack’s eyes were glued on my chest. It felt like forever, but the glare lasted a few seconds.
« Clarice... we cannot do this... » he added. But he was targeting them again. So a part of him wanted to do this. What do l do?
« Don’t say anything to your parents about all of this... », he then said, still locked on my breasts.
« I don’t plan to. (I paused) Touch them. », l added in my most calm voice. « I won’t say anything. Touch them. I know you want to. », and then l guess l needed to give him the permission. « I want you to touch them. »
His body became stiff. He looked behind him, in the hallway, and came back to me. I was still holding my shirt up, exposing my tits. They were not that big, but they were firm and held themselves up quite nicely. His hand started to come up, going towards my right breast. My body was already shivering with anticipation. It felt like it took forever until the palm of his huge manly hand cupped my breast.
By that simple movement, l moaned quite loudly. My head went backwards, and my eyes were closed. Finally l am being touched by a man!
He started to caress the circular form of the breast, on the side, then under it. My nipple was so erect it could have burst out of the chest. And every time Jack would caress my breast, the nip would flicker between his fingers, causing even more shivering throughout my body.
He looked in the hallway again, and came back to me. This time caressing it more firmly. Starting to squeeze it.
« Oh... so firm... », he mumbled.
I looked at him, then look at his hand on me. Then back at him. I took his other hand and landed it of my left breast. He started to squeeze them and rub them in symmetrical motions. I was moaning a little more. I was truly enjoying this. He started to pull on my nipples. I could feel the electrifying effect in my pussy. I was going crazy here! This is insane!!!
He looked again in the hallway and back at me. Then he really grabbed them hard. I moaned a little louder. Oh how l loved this...
« Why are you always looking in the hallway? », l manage to whisper between moans.
« I am just afraid that Daniel might wake up and catch us... », he replied.
And without even thinking about it, the words « Then take me to your bedroom... » came out of my mouth.
He stopped, but his hands were still on me. I was shocked myself by what l just said. We just looked at each other, without words. Did l just say that? Did l just invite myself in his bed? Will he say no to me now? If he did, l still got something out of tonight, but l now wanted to go in his bed, with him. And his hands were still on me, which l guess is a good sign, right?
« Take me to your bedroom... » l said again, in a softer, more sensual tone of voice. I then took one of his hands, got up, and pulled him up as we went towards his bedroom door.
