*Author's Note: This is erotic fantasy. It involves sexual situations between consenting adults, all of whom are over 18 years of age. Since it is fantasy and it's my fantasy, I presume a world free of STDs. I hope you enjoy the story; if not, such is life. Comments are always appreciated.
THE BABYSITTER
"Beth, would you be able to babysit tomorrow night?" Carol Jenkins asked as they ate dinner with the Perkins family at their home.
"Sure," Beth replied. "Any problem with that, Mom?" she asked.
"Of course not," Alice Perkins replied, smiling at her daughter.
"We'll probably be quite late getting in, so perhaps it would be better if you spent the night instead of bicycling home so late at night," Carol said.
"That's okay," Beth said. "I don't mind."
At 18, Beth was a willowy 5'8". She was taking all of the babysitting jobs that she could get during the summer before she went away to college. Carol Jenkins and Alice Perkins had been college roommates and they were still the best of friends. The Perkins' son Brad had joined the navy after high school, but they still had 8-year-old Jimmy, a late surprise in their lives, hence their need for a babysitter from time to time. Jimmy was crazy about Beth, so that worked out well for everyone.
Ted Jenkins and Bob Perkins were good friends, too, playing golf together most weekends. Ted was a big man, 6'5" and 250lbs, while Bob was more slightly built at 5'10" and 165lbs. Carol Perkins was a voluptuous redhead with green eyes, at 5'6" an inch taller than Alice Perkins, who Beth took after, inheriting her blonde hair and blue eyes.
It started raining just as Beth arrived on her bicycle at the Jenkins' house the next evening after dinner. After they left, first making sure that Beth had their phone numbers, she sat down to watch television with Jimmy until it was time for him to go to bed. The intensity of the storm seemed to increase, thunder booming and rattling the windows, while the howling of the wind as it gusted made it sound like a machine gun as the rain pelted the house.
Even with the din of the storm, Beth fell asleep watching television, only waking up when she heard the front door bang open. Jumping to her feet, she saw a soaking wet Bob and Carol in the doorway, Carol struggling to support Bob, who appeared to be having some sort of a problem.
"Oh, Beth, thank god," Carol gasped when she saw her, the rain blowing in the open door, soaking all of them. "Can you help me with Bob, please? He's had a bit too much to drink, I'm afraid."
Quickly moving to Bob's other side, Beth put an arm around his waist and pulled his arm over her shoulders, trying to help hold him up as Carol somehow managed to get the door shut. Barely able to keep her feet due to supporting Bob, Beth somehow managed to help Carol get him to their bedroom, dumping him onto the bed where he sprawled on his back.
"God, I'm soaked," Carol laughed, looking down at herself, then at Beth. "And you are, too. We should get out of these wet clothes," she said, peeling her T-shirt off over her head, then pushing her jeans to the floor and stepping out of them. "I haven't seen it storm like this in a long time," she said, releasing her bra and dropping it to the floor, her full, freckled breasts swaying on her chest, her large ruby nipples hard and jutting out as she pushed her panties down. "I'll get us some towels," she said, turning and going into the bathroom.
"You'll catch a cold if you don't get out of those wet clothes," she admonished Beth when she returned with two big towels, handing Beth one as she dried herself off.
Blushing, Beth undressed, very self-conscious of her small breasts with their tiny pale nipples as she peeled her T-shirt off, then pushed her jeans down and pulled them off. She hesitated to also remove her panties, but they were as wet as the rest of her clothes, so she pushed them down and stepped out of them, picking up the towel that she had dropped onto the bed and drying herself, embarrassed that her nipples were hard little pebbles on the ends of her breasts, very conscious of the fact that her clamshell pussy was covered with a sparse bit of silky blonde hair while Carol's was shaved bald, her inner lips furled up outside of her outer lips beneath a large, prominent clit that stuck out beneath a tattoo of a black rooster.
"I guess we should get Bob out of his wet clothes, too," Carol said with a sigh.
"R-really!?" Beth gasped, her eyes wide.
"Of course," Carol replied, unfastening his belt. "Maybe you can start on his shirt," she suggested.
"M-me?" Beth asked, staring.
"He's not going to bite," Carol laughed. "Beth, are you embarrassed?"
"Well, yeah, a little," Beth replied, flushing.
"But why?" Carol asked. "Haven't you seen a boy naked before? Are you a virgin?" she asked.
"Yes, no, I mean, yes, I've seen a naked boy before, and no, I'm not a virgin," Beth replied, her face flaming. "It's just, well, he's your husband," she said.
"Don't let that worry you," Carol laughed. "I don't mind and I'm sure that he wouldn't either. You've got an adorable body. I'm jealous."
"Of me?!" Beth gasped, her mouth dropping open. "B-but you're so beautiful and you have breasts, real breasts, not like mine," she said, covering her small breasts with her hands, feeling her hard nipples pressing into her palms.
"You have no idea how often I've wished that I didn't have such big breasts," Carol sighed cupping them, her fingers pinching her hard, thick, ruby nipples. "Most men talk to my breasts, not to me. And they're heavy," she said, hefting them. "Sometimes my back hurts because of it."
"I sure don't have that problem," Beth laughed, lowering her hands and looking down at herself.
"Are your nipples sensitive?" Carol asked, reaching out and stunning Beth when she cupped one, thrumming her hard nipple with her thumb, causing her pussy to flood with juices.
"Yes, very," Beth managed to reply as Carol continued to gently caress her.
"Lucky you," Carol said, lowering her hand. "Unless someone really bites down on mine, it just feels nice. But enough of that for now. Let's get these wet clothes off of Bob."
Beth crawled onto the bed and began unbuttoning Bob's shirt with shaky fingers while Carol pulled his zipper down, then tried to pull his jeans down, unsuccessfully.
"He's just too big, too heavy," Carol said. "Give me a hand, will you?" she asked. "You pull on that side and I'll pull on this side," she said.
It took the two of them tugging as hard as they could to finally pull Bob's jeans down below his ass, leaving him in his boxer shorts which were noticeably tented.
"When he drinks too much, it has that effect on him," Carol laughed when she saw where Beth's eyes were as they each pulled down on one legs of his jeans until they finally managed to pull them off. "It's the only good thing about him having a few. Come on, I'll help you with his shirt first," she said, moving to one side of him.
Between them, then managed to roll him from side to side, finally peeling his shirt down his arms and off.
"You never knew that it was so hard to get a man out of his clothes, did you?" Carol asked with a laugh. "Usually they can't get them off fast enough."
"What now?" Beth asked.
"His boxers," Carol replied. "Let's do it the same way we did his jeans," she suggested.
Beth's heart was pounding in her chest as she knelt on the other side of Bob from Carol and hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxer shorts.
"We should try rocking him, too," Carol said after a few seconds of futile pulling, "otherwise we're just going to rip them off of him."
It proved to be a good idea, Beth's eyes widening when they succeeded in pulling them down past his cock, which was hard as a rock and sticking up in the air.
"It's so big!" she gasped as they pulled his boxers down his legs and then off.
"It's a nice size," Carol said, smiling. "Haven't you seen a cock that big before?" she asked.
"Not even close," Beth replied.
"Well, Bob's 8" long and 2" across," Carol said.
"Doesn't it hurt when you, you know?" Beth asked, blushing.
"Gosh, no," Carol laughed. "It's the most wonderful feeling in the world. No matter what anyone says, size does matter, though stamina is also important. A nice long fuck with a smaller cock is preferable to a quick fuck with a big cock."
