Educating His Virgin Babysitter (Babysitter Fantasies‪)‬

Wendy took care of Calvin’s son after his wife died. She’d helped keep him sane while he focused on keeping a roof over his family’s head.


Now she needed his help. The young virgin wanted to catch the attention of her first guy. She needed to know how to get him to notice her. When things heated up between them, could he keep himself from going too far? Did he want to?


Warning: This erotic short story contains explicit sex between consenting adults. The plot involves intercourse between a man and his virgin babysitter. All sexually active characters are over the age of eighteen.


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EXCERPT:


“There’s this guy I’m really interested in going all the way with, but he doesn’t know I exist. You know, in a sexual way. This is going to be my first time and I want to make it perfect. How do I get his attention?”


He froze, his beer halfway to his mouth. The mental image of her naked and moaning while having sex shot through his head and the notion of her being a virgin made him dizzy. He took a slug of his beer to hide his inappropriate reaction.


“Talk to him. Get to know him. Flirt with him. Maybe wear a low-cut blouse. He’ll notice you.”


She got a disgusted look on her face. “Not so you’d notice. I’ve done all those things, and he just thinks we’re friends.”


“Is he seeing anyone?”


Sarah shook her head. “No.”


“Then make him notice you. A guy can’t ignore a pretty girl that is interested in him.”


“You think I’m pretty?” Her expression perked up.


He took a deep drink of his beer, suppressing the urge to sigh. How could she not see how beautiful she was? “Sarah, you’ve blossomed into a gorgeous, sexy woman. You are cover girl material.”


“Cover girl or centerfold?” Her eyes dipped to his lap.


“Sorry.” He blushed a little. “You’re a hot young woman and I’m not immune to your charms.”


“You aren’t?” she murmured. “What part of my body do you like best?”


“Ahh… That’s a loaded question. Why don’t we get back toward getting your guy friend to notice you?”


She assumed an expression of rapt attention. “Please go on, Professor. How do I seduce him? Maybe with an unexpected touch?” She reached out and put her hand on his arm.


His heart jumped in his chest. “What are you doing?”


Sarah ignored his question. “Maybe I need something with a little more contact.” She stood directly in front of him, took the beer bottle from his suddenly nerveless fingers, and set both of them down on the end table. With exaggerated slowness, she planted her knees to either side of him and sat on his lap.


His throat felt as dry as the Sahara. “We need to stop this.”


The heat of her body burned him through their jeans. He wanted to be firmer, to move her off his lap, but his hands seemed frozen at his sides. “You don’t seem to need much instruction on seducing men.”


Sarah leaned forward until her nose touched his. “I’m doing what I’ve seen other girls do. I’ve never done more than just kiss. Your aftershave smells terrific.”


She lowered her face to his neck and took a deep breath. “Wow, it makes me feel like I’m melting inside.” She kissed him softly on the side of his throat.