Date: Mon, 11 Dec 2000 16:09:50 -0500
From: Jess A Amorse <jess_amorse@mailcity.com>
Subject: More than just babysitting - Part 1

This is my first attempt to write and post a story.  I take criticism and
suggestions fairly well, so by all means. . .  I draw a good bit from my
own life when I wrote this story, but obviously parts are fictional, names
changed, etc.  It was as much as I could do when thinking over the events
the inspired this, to get out this first part before I needed to address
myself personally.  I am very much looking forward to writing the second
installment, but since many of you are much more experienced at this then
I, all of the suggestions you can muster are very much encouraged.  Also,
personal emails of something similar occurring would be very much welcomed.
I know that I am not the only one and I am sure yours was just as great.

Jess (jess_amorse@mailcity.com)


	She walked into the room, between her legs was already dripping
with anticipation.  She was going to have that sweet thing next door and
there was nothing that could stand in her way.  The girls name was Rachel.
She was 17 and a bit of "quiet" girl, who pretty much kept to herself and
was not really part of any "groups" at school.  Since the 7th grade she
had felt awkward around her fellow classmates, but was not sure why.  It
was not until the summer of her 9th grade year that she began to understand
why she was different.  During that summer, she had been sent away to camp.
She had dreaded going, but was forced into it by her parents who were eager
for her to start making friends and leading a more "normal" childhood.
What Rachel had gotten from camp was more than the average outdoor
experience it had been a sexual awaking for her.  As luck would have it,
she shared a cabin with two other very fun-loving and easygoing girls, who
had known each other from back home.  After just one night there, Rachel
caught the two of them naked in the same bed.  She had not known how to
react and they were in a similar state of shock.  Out of nowhere, Rachel
blurted out, "can I join you?" To this day she does not know where that
came from.  She knows why she said it.  The minute she laid eyes on the two
of them naked in the cot she experience sexual arousal as she had never
experienced it before.  That night she was pleasured by and learned how to
pleasure other females.  She would spend hours at night with her mouth
firmly planted on either of her hut mates' breasts.  She could not decide
what was better, having a breast in her mouth or having her breast in
someone else's breast.  With the three of them, she often had both.

	Since that summer, Rachel had been denied any sexual pleasure.  She
did know how to develop a relationship with another women.  This often left
her quite frustrated.  She would go long periods of time where the thought
of sex and the pleasures associated with it would barely cross her mind.
There were other times when the desires were almost too hard to resist.
She wished she control these "episodes," but when they occurred she did
her best to bring herself off where ever she was, which was often hard to
do, and when she would get home she would rapidly retreat to her room,
where she spent most of her time anyway, to take care of the wetness that
would have been growing since the period of elevated eroticism began.  Over
the years she had managed to gather some "aids" that she would employ
along with finger to address the task at hand.  But it was not until found
and "borrowed" a vibrator in the room of her older sister, who had moved
off to college, that she began to understand the true heights of self
gratification.  The vibrator provided her with so much pleasure that she
some times found herself using it even when not plagued by a fit of
escalating arousal.

	So where does that leave things.  Rachel went through her entire
16th year with her own devises as the sole means of sexual gratification
and it would appear that her 17th year would be the same.  Late in
September of that year, Rachel had been asked by her mother to watch the
new neighbor's kids why their parents went to a school meeting.  The
eldest of the two, Kim, was 11 and really did not require a baby sitter,
but her younger brother, Charles, at age 6 did.  The arrangement was that
Rachel would be there to watch Charles and just loosely sit Kim, who, for
the most part, would be responsible for herself.  The first two sittings
went fairly normal and Rachel discovered she had a knack for it.  Goodness
knows Charlie's and Kim's parents appreciated Rachel.  Things started
getting interesting when Rachel was asked to watch the kids over night, a
first, while the parents went on a romantic getaway to celebrate their
anniversary.  Long after Charles had been put to bed and shortly after Kim
had put herself to bed, Rachel heard what sounded like sobs coming from
Kim's room.  Respectively, Rachel knocked on the young girls room and was
timidly told she could enter.  Upon entering, it was immediately apparent
that Kim had indeed been crying and was a bit ashamed for doing so.  She
missed her parents and it really hit home when no one had been there to
tuck her in.  Rachel inwardly cursed herself for not doing so and asked Kim
what she could do to help make her feel better.  Kim, again quite
reluctantly, asked this older girl, who she preferred to think of as a
peer, if she would stay with her in bed until she fell asleep.  Obviously
concerned for the girl, Rachel agreed, thinking little of it.  It was not
until she felt the heat of the pajama clad 11 year-old pressed up against
her that she knew she was in trouble.  The arousal came almost immediately.
Her breast began to tingle and a quick stealth inspection reveal that
moistness was beginning to build between her legs.  It did not take long
for the feeling sexual repression to build to a nearly uncontrollable
gusto.  She knew she needed to get off and get off soon and then she could
take care of herself more properly later, but Kim was obviously still
awake, so getting out of bed was not really an option.  Slowly and quietly
she adjusted herself ever so slightly so that her hips were faced away from
where Kim lay.  Every attempt was made not to draw attention to her hand as
it slid under the covers toward her much needing attention womenhood.  Over
the years she had become the master of the stealth personal touch, but
never had she had to perform so close to another person and under such
quite exterior conditions.  This was going to be tricky, but she felt she
had no other choice.  She was so turned on right then that she was sure
that just a few strokes of her fingers and a rapid trust of two along with
a tweaking of her nipple and she would get the release that would put her
mind somewhat at rest.  Her masking of the brushes as a scratch or two and
the couple fast plunges as she pretended to touse and turn while her other
hand was firmly planted under her flimsy bra did the trick.  She was almost
sure that despite the faint aroma of satisfaction, she had pulled off her
little rouse undetected.  She was wrong, but at the time she did not know
that.  Later that evening she humped the living daylights out of a thin
cucumber she had found in her neighbor's fridge and had to discretely
throw away later.

	The next time Rachel was asked to baby-sit was over New Years and
although it would not be an all-nighter it would be a very late evening for
the parents.  This time Rachel had some apprehensions, but not ones she
could share with Kim and Charlie's parents.  She took the job and the
large payment that went with it and resolved to do everything possible not
repeat the situation that lead to her dire state last time.  Charlie was
put to bed a little later than normal, but still well before midnight.  Kim
was allowed to stay up until midnight, but would have to go to bed shortly
after that.  Kim and Rachel shared an eventless changing into the new year
and Kim rushed up to get ready for bed.  After Rachel heard the sink turn
off signify that Kim had finished brushing her teeth and remembering that
the problems last time had started in part because no one had been there to
tuck Kim in, Kim rushed up stairs to do just that.  She found Kim pulling
the sheets back preparing to climb into bed.  "I thought I would come up
and tuck you in if that is all right," cheerfully chimed Rachel.
"Sure," answered Kim.  Kim got in under the covers and Rachel pulled up
the covers around Kim's neck.  "Can I ask you a question," timidly asked
Kim not making eye contact.  "Sure," responded Rachel in an unsure voice
taking a seat next to Kim on the bed.  "What were you doing down in your
pants when you stayed with me in bed last time and what was that smell?
And then why did you later put that cucumber up your pee whole?" Rachel
was immediately shocked and embarrassed.  She had obviously not been as
stealthy as she thought that night and later Kim must have been spying on
her from the stairwell.  The immense feeling of embarrassment was rapidly
overtaken by a sense of arousal she had experience since camp those many
years ago.  Just then sounds from down stairs signaled the return of the
parents.  Rachel would have to think quickly.  Again, as in the camping
incident, words came out of her lips that she could have even have dreamed
she could utter.  "If you promise to keep this out little secret, I will
tell you all about it next time I baby sit your brother." "Oh, I promise,
I promise," Kim responded totally overjoyed that she and Rachel would have
a secret that only they knew.  Rachel retreated home after collecting her
pay.  She had rushed out and would have forgotten it if Kim's father
hadn't rushed after her.  She then spent the rest of the evening in her
room masturbating.  Even her sister's trusty vibrator could not seem to
quench the desire that had been lit back in Kim's room.  It was only after
passing out just after dawn did she stop trying.  She needed the feeling of
that 11 year old's mouth firmly planted on her breast as there bodies
lined up to grind endlessly into each other.