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 The Babysitter - Gina by NorthernGent {f/m, first, oral}

   It was Friday, and I was homeward bound.  School was done, and no
homework.  Seventh Grade was going well, but my mind was focused on other
distractions.  I was thinking about the weekend, and what I wanted to do.



   As I walked into the front door, I heard Mom talking on the phone.  By
the tone and what she was saying, I was sure she was talking to Dad.  "Yes
Dear, I will have Pete's supper ready by the time you get home, and the
Baby Sitter should be here by 5:30," she said.  "Baby Sitter!" I thought.
"Yes, I know... No, I will be ready.  I know it is important to you Dear,"
she said as I walked past her to the kitchen.  "Why do I need a Baby
Sitter... Gee Whiz, I'll be thirteen in two weeks." I thought.  "See you
when you get home Dear," Mom said as she hung up the phone.

   I finished pouring a glass of milk as Mom walked into the kitchen.  She
walked over to the cupboard and retrieved a package of cookies.  As she
walked toward me, she asked, "Honey, how was your day?" "Fine," I answered
with a bit of resentment.  "Learn anything new at school?" she asked. 
"Nope," I said in the same voice.

   Looking back on the situation, I guess that it wouldn't take a rocket
scientist to figure out that I was upset.  The short answers, the tone of
voice, the downward cast eyes, even the way I stood was a dead giveaway to
that fact.  She handed me the package of cookies and asked, "Anything wrong
Pete?" I suppose it was the directness of her question that I responded to
more than anything else... "Mom, why do I need a Baby Sitter... I am old
enough to watch myself?" I blurted out in a defiant voice.

   "I know you are Honey.  If it was just for an hour or two, we would have
no problem with you here by yourself.  But if something should happen, and
we didn't have someone responsible here, then your father and I could be in
a lot of trouble.  So I found a young lady to sit with you tonight.  I
talked to her Mom a couple of days ago.  They are a nice family... the girl
is home schooled and is 17.  I am sure you will like her," Mom said. 
"But!" I responded.  "Pete, we will be out at your Father's company banquet
until mid-night or after, and we just want to make sure you are safe!" she
replied.

   At that point, I knew the decision had been made and there was no sense
in arguing.  "Honey, I have to take a shower and get ready, can you make
your own supper?  There is frozen pizza in the freezer." She asked. 
"Sure," I replied.  Mom walked away, and as she walked up stairs she
started to unbutton her blouse just before she walked out of view.

   For the next hour or so I prepared my pizza and had supper.  I watched
some TV until the news came on.  Dad came home, and went upstairs in a rush
without even saying hello.  Eventually I went upstairs to my bedroom.  As I
walked past my parent's room I could hear the shower running in their
bathroom, and could detect the slight odor of Mom's perfume.  I closed my
door as I entered my bedroom.

   I grabbed the baseball that was sitting on the desk and lay down on my
bed.  I tossed it up in the air a couple of time, and it fell back down
into my hands.  I through it harder with each toss, just allowing it to
fall short of hitting the ceiling.  What to do?  Then it struck me... I
reached over and opened my bottom desk drawer.  Their cradled in the bottom
were two magazines I found out in the garage on a shelf.  They were girlie
magazines five or six years old.  I liked to read the jokes and the comics,
but the pictures had almost become a fascination for me.  Beautiful young
women with perfect skin and fantastic bodies.  Mostly naked, but when
clothed with underwear or nighties, revealing firm perky hemisphere orbs
with strawberry sized pointy nipples and taught butts with an occasional
pussy.

   Now I had seen Mom's tits a couple of times by accident, they were large
and firm - but these ladies tits didn't hang as low as Mom.  Nor did they
yell "Get Out Of Here!" when they were naked when you walked in.  I have
seen these pictures a hundred times, and each time I feel good about
looking at them.  I know it has something to do with sex, but I don't
exactly know why.  My dick gets hard, and sometimes I have to rub it.

   As I open one of the magazines, there is pictorial of "Jane", a red head
who likes butterflies, romantic movies and long evenings by the fireplace.
Her turn offs are politicians, opera, and big cars.  She has big tits,
tipped with light pink nipples, and she is holding a skateboard in front of
her crotch.  She is totally naked, except for the skateboard.  My dick is
getting stiff.

   From down the hallway, I can hear Mom walking toward my room.  Quickly I
through the magazines back in the drawer and close it just before Mom opens
my door.  As she walks in, I grab the ball and toss it in the air.  This
time just a little too hard to fall short of hitting the ceiling.  <Bang>
Mom sees the ball hit and fall back into my hands.  Mom is all dressed up
in a backless blue dress.  It is cut low enough that you can tell she is
not wearing a bra, but even if it wasn't, the impression of the fabric over
her hard nipples would be a dead giveaway.  She is wearing matching
high-heel shoes, and a white pearl necklace.  I don't know if she sees the
tenting in my pants, but she says, "Pete, the Sitter will be shortly.  I
would like you to come down and meet her when she gets here." "Okay Mom," I
reply.

   Mom walks out of my room.  That was close!

   I hear her walk downstairs closely followed by my Dad.  About 10 minutes
later, the doorbell rang.  I looked at my desk clock, 5:25.  I guess it is
time to meet the Baby Sitter.  I get up from the bed and head for the
stairs.  As I approach them, I can see just a glimpse of the girl.  As I
continue down the stairs, more and more is revealed.

   The first impression I got is - - - Nerd!  I don't mean to be rude, but
that is what she looked like.  Her blonde hair was parted in the middle and
tied up into a bun.  She wore glasses, and the frames were black plastic.
You couldn't tell that she had a figure... it was all covered up.  She wore
a white button shirt about 2 sizes too big - it might have even been her
dad's, and it was buttoned all the way to the top.  Over it she wore a
bulky sweater and a simple gold necklace.  She was wearing a dark gray
pleated skirt that was a full 8 inches past her knees.  Gray knee high
socks and black leather shoes.  She was pretty, had blue eyes with flakes
of green in the color, a few freckles across her cheeks, a cute upturned
nose, and full lips.  Other than the cross, she wear no jewelry, and as far
as I could tell no make-up.  She carried a bag - not a purse, it was
larger, but her stuff was in it like a purse.

   "Pete, I would like you to meet Ethel Moore.  Ethel, this is our son
Peter," my Mom said.  As she stuck out her hand, Ethel said, "It is very
nice to meet you Peter, my friends call me Gina." "Gina is a pretty name,
but why don't people call you Ethel?" mom asked.  "My name is Ethel
Virginia Moore, I guess after my grand-mother, but as long as I can
remember folks have been calling me Gina," she replied.  "Okay then, we
will to if you don't mind," mom said.  Gina smiled.

   "We need to get going Dear," my Dad said.  With that, he was out the
door.  Mom gave Gina last minute instructions and told her where the
emergency information was.  Mom told Gina that they would be home around
12:30 to 1:00.  She followed Dad, and Gina shut the door.

   The next hour was a get to know you time.  She had a lot more questions
than she had answers.  She wanted to know about school, sports, clubs that
I was in.  She asked about movies, songs, games, friends,... But every time
I asked her a question, her answers were guarded and few.  She was home
schooled so that took out a lot of questions that I had.  I did find out
that she was 17.  Since she didn't go to school the only friends she had
was at church.  Her parents didn't allow her to go to movies.  TV and Radio
were not turned on often in their house.

   After an hour of talking, I asked if she wanted some popcorn.  She said
that would be nice.  So we went to the kitchen and made a bag.  I dumped it
into a large bowl, and asked if she would like a beverage.  She nodded.  I
got two cans of Cola out of the refrigerator.  We headed back to the living
room, and I said, "Gina, do you want to see my bedroom?" "Ah... I don't
know..." she replied.  "It will be fine, I eat up there all the time," I
said.

   With that I headed upstairs, and she slowly followed.  When Gina finally
entered my room, I had already sat the sodas on the desk, and put the
popcorn bowl on the bed.  She looked around the room, and in the waning
daylight she inventoried the posters on the wall and the various toys
scattered about.  Her gaze found a pair of underwear thrown in the corner,
and then she thought a moment and asked, "Pete, have you ever kissed anyone
other than family?" "You mean like grandparents or Aunts?" I asked.

   "No Silly, like a girlfriend," she answered.  I don't know why the
feeling of shame fell over me, but my head lowered and my gaze was focused
on Gina's feet.  "Would you like to?" she asked.  "What do you mean?" I
asked.  "Well, unless you have something else to do, we can try it," she
said.  "Really?" I asked.  "You want to kiss a girl don't you?  She asked.
"Yep!" With that she puckered up and leaned over for a kiss.  Look up, I
closed my eyes and waited.  Our lips met in a long kiss.  Not the kind your
Mom gives you, longer and closer.  Our lips separated, thank heavens - I
needed to breath.  She leaned back and our lips met again.

   About half way through the kiss, she reached around me to hug me closer.
I could feel her boobs pressing into my chest.  My dick started to stiffen.
I am sure she can feel it.  Our lips separated again.  "You are a good
kisser Pete," Gina said.  "So are you Gina," I replied.  "Want to kiss some
more?" she asked.  "Sure!" I said.  "Let's lay on the bed, that way we can
get closer" she said.  As we hugged, we fell onto the bed.  My head was
indeed closer to hers, and our bodies were entwined in a very tight hug
with each other.  Gina's knee was between my legs and we continued to kiss.
Her hand was stroking my back.  There was no doubt about it, she could feel
my hard-on now.  Her knee was tightly held against my crotch.  I was
stroking her back as we continued to kiss.

   Maybe it was the heat of the room, perhaps it was the heat of the
moment, or her desire, but whatever the reason, she lifted up and took off
her sweater, and tossed it by the door.  We continued kissing.  I could
feel the outline of her bra through the shirt fabric.  We kissed for about
20 minutes, moving and snuggling in response to the attention we each
received from each other.  Our sexual lust has caused our breathing to
become deep and labored.

   Gina moved her hand from my back and reach down to caress the front of
my pants.  Her fingers stroked the outline bringing me to a heightened
state.

   "I want to see your dick," Gina whispered in my ear.  Taking her hand
and reaching inside of my pants she touched the head of my dick.  "You show
me yours, and I will show you mine," she said.  "Why do you want to see my
dick?" I asked as she started to stoke it under my clothes.  "My parents
are very religious and they don't allow me to date.  I have never been with
a boy, and I don't know about stuff I should.  I want to learn about
things, and I think you do to." She answered.  She released my dick,
unbuttoned her shirt and took it off.  She reached around and unfastened
her bra and took it off.  As the cloth fell away, the most beautiful and
best shaped tits you can imagine were revealed.  Nipples and areolas were
soft pink, and inviting.

   Just like in the magazines, only better.

   "Do you want to touch them?" she asked.  That is an offer I could not
refuse.  Reaching out I felt the smooth mass.  As I squeezed the orbs, they
were soft, spongy and pliable, but they were also tight, firm and bouncy. I
felt the nipple harden under my touch... Gina pushed her chest closer to
me. "Now your turn," she said.  She unbuttoned my pants, unzipped the
zipper, and hooked her thumbs in both my pants and shorts and pulled them
down.

   Gina's focus was transfixed on the penis in front of her.  She examined
it with her fingers from its tip to base.  She wrapped her fingers around
the shaft and began a rhythmic stroke.  I have never felt my dick as hard
as her attention provided.

   She bent down, and started to suck on my dick.  She consumed my entire
dick, balls and all.  Her tongue flicked the tip in circular motion.  For
twenty minutes she lapped and slurped the erect member.  Then I felt the
stream of pre-cum jet into her mouth.  Her sucking continued at an
accelerated rate.  She rubbed the balls in a circular motion.  And then it
happened... muscles tensed and a flood of fluid jetted into Gina's mouth.

   She swallowed every drop.  She fell to my side, exhausted.  Sweat beaded
on her breast and back.  After a couple of minutes, I said thank you.  "Did
you enjoy that Pete?" she asked.  "Yes"

   "Do you like me as your sitter?" Gina asked.  "You are the best sitter I
have ever had," I replied.  She looked at us lying in the bed, and once
again began playing with my dick.  It stiffened almost immediately.  She
got out of bed and unfastened her skirt and took it off.  She looked a
little funny standing there with the golden cross proudly displayed in the
crevice between her tits and only wearing her knee highs, shoes and
panties. Although they were white cotton panties, her sexual excitement had
totally soaked the fabric to almost transparent.  She removed them and
tossed them to the corner of the room.  Gina climbed back into bed with me,
this time straddling my hips.  I looked down, and her crotch had pushed my
erect penis down between us.  The blonde fleece only partly hid her pussy
lips either side of my dick.  Gina was humping my dick with rocking motion.
I could feel the heat and moistness of her pussy with each stroke she made.
With each thrust she moved millimeters forward.  The tip of my dick was all
but hidden by the advancing pussy.

   "Pete, do you want to be secret boyfriend and girlfriend?" Gina asked.
"Nobody can know about this, or us... If they did, I could be in a lot of
trouble" she said as she continued stoking my dick with her pussy lips.  "I
won't tell a living sole Gina!" I said as I felt my dick transition from a
horizontal to a vertical inclination.  Gina may have been a virgin just
minutes before, but self-masturbation had taken her hymen long ago.  I felt
as the head of my penis traveled the depth of her pussy the entire length
of my dick.  As she rode my dick with each stroke the vacuum caused by my
dick rubbing against her pussy walls pulled my dick back inside time after
time.  Her tits bounced in rhythm with her stroke deforming slightly on the
down stroke and rebounding back to proud hemispheres.  Her pace had
quickened and force strengthened to the place you could hear drenched flesh
meeting drenched flesh with every thrust.  Gina was moaning with delight as
my dick entered her over and over again.  She was about to have her first
orgasm by fucking... and I was ready to squirt again...

   Then I heard it.  The electric garage door motor opening up the garage.
I looked at the clock, it was after mid-night.  I knew it was Dad's habit
to open the garage door from about a block away.  "Gina, Mom and Dad are
home!" I yelled.  With that she kissed me one more time and quickly got off
my penis.  A single pop sound was made as our bodies separated.  Gina
grabbed her clothes and ran toward the bathroom.  I put my shorts back on.
Quickly straightened out the bed.  I scanned the room with one last look
before turning off all the lights... there in the corner next to my
underwear was her panties.  And next to the bed was her bra.  I picked them
up, and started to head for the bathroom just as Mom and Dad entered the
front door... There was no way I could get closer without them seeing me,
and Gina was already dressed and walking out of the bathroom.  She gave me
a knowing glance, smiled and walked down stairs.

   As Gina greeted my parents, I snuck back to my room with Gina's
underwear.  I quietly closed the door as I heard Mom say to Dad that Gina
needed a ride home.  I looked at the underwear, and decided to put them
with Dad's magazines.  In putting them in the drawer, I read the tag on the
Bra... 36C.

   I slipped into bed and rolled away from the door.  About 10 minutes
later or so Mom peeked in.  The following morning, Mom asked me if I liked
my sitter.  Remembering the promise I made to Gina, I said, "She is okay."

   "Ahem... next weekend your father and I need to attend a regional sales
meeting in Kansas City.  And at last night's banquet, your father was
awarded an all-expenses paid vacation for us in Hawaii for a week the week
after.  We were wondering if it would be alright with you to have Gina come
watch you?" Mom asked.

   And that is the story of how I lost my virginity, got a girlfriend 5
years older than me, and how women's underwear got into my desk drawer.

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   Disclaimer The Babysitter - Gina is a work of fiction.  Names,
characters, places, situations and incidents either are products of the
author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual
events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 
People's names in the story may or may not be similar to actual names;
however the process of name selection for the characters was derived from
an electronic process more akin to chance instead of selecting an actual
person's name.  Depictions of actual products in the story should not be
considered either an endorsement or criticism, but exist in the story only
because they occur in the culture and the reader better understands
situations in the story because of the context.

   (C) 2013 NorthernGent, story is given freely for personal reading
enjoyment - not to be redistributed or republished singly or in a
collection elsewhere.  Writing is available in the pubic venues, however is
not public domain.  Author maintains copyright.

   I hope you enjoyed the story.  If you have comments or suggestions,
please feel free to contact me.  NorthernGent@Outlook.com