I came so hard I lost my senses until the next thing I remember I was lying back on the couch, with Mr. Brown stroking my forehead with a wet towel.
"Are you all right, Angie?" His voice was shaking with anguish.
"Sure, I guess so," I sighed, happy and feeling beautiful.
"God, honey, I'm sorry! I never meant to do that to you, Angie. But you're so fuckin' pretty!"
"It's all right, Mr. Brown. I liked it."
"Jesus! What if we get caught! Oh man, I could lose everything!"
"I won't tell if you don't."
"Man, what've I done! Must've been the alcohol. Yeah, that was it! I was drunk!"
He stood up and pounded one fist into his other palm, shaking his head like he was in front of a jury.
That's the bad thing about being so young, and liking to screw as much as I do.
Men always want to touch me, and they stare at my tits as they lick their lips, but most of them are scared. Maybe some kids would tell on them but most of us wouldn't. Just because a girl is young doesn't mean she's stupid. And whoever made the rule that we have to wait so many years to get screwed, is all screwed up themselves. Hell, a young girl needs a fuck as bad, or worse, as any grown woman! And us kids appreciate it more, too!
That's why I like being a babysitter. Even when it takes an hour to calm down a husband, like Mr. Brown, it's still worth it. There's something about being in a man's house. A girl can have all kinds of fun if she plays her cards right.
You have to be careful though, because wives keep an eye on their men when a young chick is around. They were young once too, and they know how desperate us teenagers are to get laid. A moist pussy, and budding breasts, give us precious little else to think about. And after all, what could be as sweet as a good old-fashioned fuck!
CHAPTER TWO
I was very secretive about my fucking. It wouldn't do if all the girls found out about it, because then the competition would be worse. All of us were growing up, we had budding breasts and moist pussies, until there was little else besides sex that was important. Sure we had our school studies, and we had our little chores around the house, but the only thing that was constantly on our minds was the reality of our sexual maturity.
"I get so hot sometimes I could cry," Paula Carter told me one day.
"Yes, I know what you mean."
"I mean I really get hot and bothered." Her dark eyes flashed with the delicate subject. "Sometimes it gets so bad I have to masturbate, Angie. Do you ever do that?"
Paula wasn't a bosom buddy so I didn't confide in her. How she took care of her sexual needs was her own business, and if she was dumb enough to spend the next few years crying herself to sleep while she "saved" herself for a guy who was already fucking somebody else, that was her loss.
When Adam Sorenson's wife asked me to sit for them it gave me a thrill. They lived just two houses down from us, and I had seen Adam watching me sunbathe in my front yard. He wanted some young pussy and I knew it. I got so hot just thinking about his pecker that I got to their house an hour early.
"We aren't ready yet, Angie," Cora Sorenson told me.
"That's okay, I didn't have anything to do. You won't have to pay me for the extra hour."
Actually I hoped to watch Adam get dressed. I sat in the front room playing with John, their baby, while I imagined what was going on in the bedroom. Adam would be half-dressed, and if I could peek through the keyhole maybe I could see his cock.
Still a girl had to be careful, so I pretended to ignore Adam until they were dressed and gone. The next hours were agony. I kept thinking up ways to seduce this husband and I even went into their room and checked through his dresser.
The sight of his underwear sent shivers of pleasure through my body and when I touched his shorts it made me moan with anticipation.
Seduction isn't easy.
Some people think a young girl can get screwed any time she wants it. That just isn't true. Maybe an older guy does want to stick a pecker into us teenagers, but there are consequences he must face. It drives a man away most of the time.
That's what happened with Adam.
When they came home from the party I gave Adam a real come-on, stretching in front of him until my titties were pressed hard against my blouse.
"Gee, I'm tired!" I lied.
Adam ignored me, while Cora told me to go off to bed. Naturally I had made it a condition of babysitting that I got to stay over, because once I was in the house my chances were increased enormously. Still Adam ignored me as he went into the bedroom.
They had a separate room for me, with a single bed in it, so I went in there to undress. Being real sneaky I left my door ajar in the hope Adam would catch a glimpse of my fresh young body.
Nothing happened.
The lights were all turned off and we went to sleep.
Well, I reasoned before I fell off, you can't win them all. Some men just aren't willing to take the chance for a tender body.
I was wrong with Adam.
I knew that the minute I woke and felt a hand groping at the covers.
My back was turned to him and I didn't dare let him know I was awake as he slowly slid the blanket away from my sensitive body.
"Ohhh, that's nice!" I heard him moan in the moonlight.
It's a desperate feeling to lie quiet while a strange man stares at your flesh.
I was only wearing my panties and I wanted to turn over, lift my arms, and welcome Adam into an hour of pleasure.
Yet I sensed that he didn't want to get involved. He wanted a look at my young titties, but he didn't want to pay any price for the peek.
I tried to hold still, but it was hard to keep from breathing hard, and it was almost impossible to keep from moaning with joy.
I felt his hand touch my back. Gently. Stealthily.
This was a cruel punishment for me. How can a girl pretend to sleep when every fiber of her flesh wants to scream with ecstasy!
Yet even a touch of sex is better than nothing, and besides, the way Adam was stealing a moment of sex gave such quivering joy to my body that I felt like I was' ready to orgasm. I lay there with my legs doubled up while Adam touched my buttocks, my thighs, and I felt him lean over to get a peek at my titties.
"Wow, they're beautiful!" he groaned.
A finger on my nipple.
I screamed silently, using all my will power not to move a muscle, while the juices in my pussy made the crotch of my panties soaking wet.
I felt his hand between my legs. Tugging softly at the elastic in my panties.
Adam pulled some hairs when he lifted my panties away from my leg.
And I could feel his eyes staring wildly at my young cunt.
"Cripes, I can see the fuckin' thing!" he groaned with a sort of animal pain.
"I can see her fuckin' cunt!"
I would have to be dead not to feel his trembling fingers between my legs, yet Adam was so passionate he must have imagined himself being undetected. He touched my little moist pussy. Gently. Ever so gently.
While he gurgled with passion so violent I thought he was going to choke.
I heard him jacking off.
Adam stood right by my bed, while he took peek at my hair-covered cunt, and he jacked off.
"Oh fuck!" he grunted as I heard his fist slapping against his balls. "Oh man, that's beautiful!"
His grunts were coarse, ugly, yet incredibly beautiful as I lay there quivering in desire while Adam masturbated in the dark room.