Jackie had been our babysitter for more than four years. I remember when I had to pick her up and drop her off at home before she got her driver’s license. She has always been great with our son. I had watched her grow up and counseled her through those sometimes difficult high school years. We had even thrown a high school graduation party for her and her friends. Now she was getting ready to go away to college.
She had always been quite attractive, but it seemed to me that Jackie had really blossomed over the past year. And ever since her 18th birthday earlier that summer, Jackie had a new “air” about her. Something seemed different. Maybe it was her impending college departure. Whatever the reason, I found myself having illicit thoughts about Jackie on more than one occasion that summer. I felt somewhat guilty about my fantasies, but her firm, young body got my motor running every time I thought about her.
One Saturday night in August, my wife and son happened to be out of town visiting family. I had worked most of the day catching up on some details for a deal that I was trying to close. When I got home, I grabbed a cold beer and headed upstairs to take a shower. Afterwards, as I was drying off, I heard the doorbell ring. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to see who was there. I opened the door, still dripping from the shower somewhat, and there stood Jackie wearing a tight, cropped white tank top that showed off her beautiful full breasts and a pair of very short, tight shorts.
Her firm tummy was visible along with her sexy belly button ring. My mouth must have fallen open and I suddenly couldn’t say anything. I saw her looking at me, I swear, with a seductive eye and tried to wash that thought from my head. Then, I noticed her nipples grow in size and firmness until they poked against her shirt and realized that she must be turned on. I realized then that she must not be wearing a bra. She smiled at me and I finally cleared my throat enough to invite her in.
“I hope I didn’t get you at a bad time, Steve,” she said. (She had always called my wife and I by our first names).
“Not at all,” I replied. “I was just getting cleaned up. Grab something to drink if you want while I go throw some clothes on.”
I wanted to get out of there before my hardening cock gave away my true thoughts. I quickly ran upstairs and put on some shorts and a T-shirt. She was sitting on the couch sipping a beer of her own when I came back downstairs. I got one for myself and sat down opposite her.
“What’s up, Jackie? All set for school?”
“I guess, but I’m a little scared about leaving home and being away for so long.”
“You’ll have a blast, Jackie! I know it’s trite, but college may be the best years of your life. You’ll knock ‘em dead!”
“That’s what everyone says, but I still have butterflies,” she replied.
“What are you doing tonight?” I asked.
“Nothing much. I just had to get out of the house and figured that you and Stephanie would be home and might want some company. You guys are so much easier to talk to than my parents. I just needed to mellow out a little bit,” she answered.
“Well, Steph isn’t here right now. She and Bobby went to see her aunt in Springfield for the week. But, you’re welcome to hang out with me if you want.”
As the words tumbled out of my mouth, I knew it was a bad idea. Here I was, a 35 year old married man alone drinking beers with a gorgeous 18 year old knockout. But, when she smiled, I was hooked. And I think she knew it.
We talked for what seemed like hours about everything under the sun. She really was advanced for her age. Curious about so many things and challenging my opinions on a number of subjects with well thought out reasonings. After several beers, she said that she should be getting home. I walked her to the door and she turned and gave me a big hug. We had hugged many times in the past, but this time I could feel her nipples poking through her shirt against my chest, her sweet tits pressed against me. She lingered longer this time as well, breathing lightly against my neck as she thanked me for my time. I felt my cock begin to harden in my shorts and was sure that she felt it as well. Finally, she pulled away. She said goodnight, then opened the door and walked to her car. I watched her go, her tight ass wiggling as she walked, slightly disappointed that nothing had happened, but relieved at the same time. My fantasies were to remain just that, fantasies.
She got into her car and tried to start it, but nothing happened. I walked down to her car and asked her what was the matter. She said that it wouldn’t start. I asked her to get out and then jumped in to try it myself. Sure enough, the car wouldn’t even turn over.
“I have a battery charger in the garage, but it may take a little while. Your battery seems to be completely dead,” I explained.
“Well, I guess I don’t have any choice. What time is it anyway?” she asked.
“Almost 11pm,” I replied. “Should you call your parents?”
“Probably. I’ll run inside and give them a call while you get my battery hooked up, ok?”
“Sounds like a plan,” I smiled at her.