Baby

"Mom! I am 15 years old, I do not need a babysitter anymore!"

"Yes, but I do. I'll be home by midnight. Do everything that Elise tells you to."

I might have been arguing with a wall. My mom could be, well, a bit overprotective. I glared at Elise as if this were all her fault, then sighed and stomped upstairs while the other two haggled briefly over price. Elise made sure that my mom knew she couldn't stay past 12, then mother headed out the door for a night of who knows what.

"You gonna come down? Terry?" I glared at her. "Or are you just gonna sulk all night because your mom doesn't trust you?" More silence. "Have it your way then. I'll be in the living room on the couch."

I thought briefly of going up into my room and slamming my door, then realized this would just prove I was too much of a child to be home alone. So I descended the half-dozen steps into the kitchen, then sat down on the couch across from Elise. She was busy puzzling at our dizzying array of remote controls. Occasionally she would pick one up and try it, then put it down, frustrated. Finally, with a sigh, I reached over and plucked three up, pushed a few buttons by muscle memory, and up popped some news station. She smiled at me, but I just began to flip through channels.

"Well looks like I caught somebody at the wrong time of the month." She smiled at me, then sat back further in the couch.

"It's not that. I'm just a little upset is all."

"And why's that?" She prodded.

"Why do you think?" I spat out. "I am 15 years old, I should not still need a babysitter. How old are you anyways?"

"19."

"See? You're just barely older than me!"

She laughed. "I think I'm a bit more experienced though." I shut up at that.

She looked at me for a few seconds, then looked at the clock. "Am I allowed to use your guys phone?" she asked.

I sighed. "Sure whatever. There's one in the kitchen."

"Thanks." She flashed me a smile, then bounced out of the couch and into the kitchen. She was just wearing a T-shirt and exercise shorts; on some people they would have looked terrible but they were very flattering on her, accentuating her hips. I watched her lean against the wall with the cord wrapped around her finger, until she caught my eye and scooted around out of sight. Soon I could hear her voice softly through the kitchen doorway, so I surreptitiously lowered the volume on the TV and held my breath to listen.

I couldn't make out individual words, but I got the gist of how the conversation went. It obviously wasn't good. I could tell that if she were alone Elise would be screaming at the other person, but as it was her voice was a strangled whisper. This went on for a few minutes, then finally Elise said, loud enough for me to hear, "Well I hope you're both very happy together!" Then, slamming the phone down, she stomped back into the living room and threw herself onto the couch. It was a very awkward few minutes. Luckily she was too angry to notice the volume being brought back up.

Finally, out of nowhere, she said to no one in particular, "Why are some people so impossible to understand?"

"Um..."

"I mean, you're with them for a long time, then poof, it's like they become a completely different person."

"I...um..."

She looked at me as if for the first time, then her expression softened and she leaned back into the seat, rubbing her face in her hands. My God, she was crying! This self possessed girl, just a few minutes ago so imperturbable, was sobbing away.

Not sure how to react, I sat there numb for a minute or so, watching her. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore so I scooted over next to her and put my arms around her, pulling her down into me. She had brought her legs up into the fetal position, so now she was just lying in my lap, her knees at her chest. Like this, I could forget how old she was and it was like we had been best friends forever. She had de-aged from an adult into someone like me, fallible and emotional like me. Her tears had begun to dry now and she was just lying there, occasionally dry heaving, holding onto me. I hadn't even realized her arms being wrapped around me until now.

"What happened?" I asked tentatively, disliking the awkward silence.

It took her a few seconds to answer. "We broke up."

"Who?"

"Mary and I."

"What?" I had led a fairly sheltered life, and I didn't exactly get what she was saying. I mean, what kind of parent names their son Mary? "Um...what did he do?"

"He?" it was her turn to be confused.

"Mary..." I knew I sounded incredibly stupid.

"Mary...she was m girlfriend. For the past 6 months."

Finally it occurred to me what was going on.

"We'd been having problems for the past few weeks. Constant fighting."

"You don't have to..."

"I know. But I need to." She took a deep breath. "I knew it was coming. But somehow, even when you know, you still..."

"It's ok. I understand." I stroked my hands through her brown hair. I knew I should feel disgusted by her, but for some reason I didn't.

She lay there a few minutes more, then pushed herself up and wiped her eyes. She looked at me and smiled, saying "Thanks." She looked around, then asked, "Where's your bathroom at?"

"Right over there, that door before the kitchen."

She got up and went in, then came back a minute later looking completely refreshed. She in fact looked like nothing had happened.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. We were never in love after all. I knew it would end eventually. It's just...when you're with someone for that long it's hard to let go. But I'm over it now." She smiled, then sat down on the couch right next to me. I was a bit surprised at this, but I didn't move away.

"So..." she said, reaching over to the remote I'd used to turn the TV on, brushing her hand across my leg as she did so. I noticed. "How do you work this thing?"

I reached over and pointed. "This is the power, and here's the volume and channels, and use this to flip between the cable box, the TV, and the VCR."

It took a minute, but she eventually got the hang of it. She began flipping through channels, then landed on some sappy romance movie.

"Oooh...I love this movie."

"Really?" She must have sensed my surprise, because she looked over at me. "But you're..."

"Gay?"

"Yeah...I didn't think you'd be into..."

"We're not all alike you know. I happen to like the idea that two people can meet and fall in love. No matter who they are."

"Oh..." I looked over at her. "By the way...you might not want to mention any of that to my mom. She's kind of...you know..."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know. I won't."

As the movie progressed, she began to move in closer to me. It was ok, I didn't mind. After all, I'd seen the movie before. I kept glancing at her face, so avidly watching the movie. Finally, during a commercial, the question I'd been dying to ask burst forth.

"What's it like?"

"What's what like?"

"You know...girls."

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason." I said, much too quickly, then turned my burning face to stare at some commercial.

"Oh really..." she said, grabbing the remote and turning the volume down to a whisper, now looking at me with an impish smile. "Well...It's like...I don't know, girls just always seemed right to me. I never liked any of the boys in my school, then I slowly just began to realize that I liked the girls. Later on, one of my friends came out to me, so I came out to her. We tried going out at first, like anybody would, but it didn't work out. We were much better friends than lovers. But what are girls like? They're wonderful. For the most part." She looked down briefly, reminded of earlier, then looked up and shook it off. "So what about you? What are guys like?"

I was completely caught off guard by this. "I...well...I've actually never kissed a guy."

"Really? Never? At the extreme adult age of 15?" she teased.

"Never...there was one guy...when I was 5 that I think I liked. But he left town. All the other guys since then have just seemed..."

"...wrong?"

"Yeah."

We looked at each other briefly, then I looked away.

"So you've never kissed anyone before?" I shook my head. "...would you like to?"

I looked over at her and realized just how close she was to me then. She was leaning over my side, her face hovering a few inches above mine. Her hair was falling all around my face, tickling my cheeks. I mutely nodded a little bit, staring at her the whole time.

She leaned closer, oh so slowly, as if making sure there hadn't been some misunderstanding of body language. But I leaned forward an inch or so and slowly closed my eyes. Not needing any more invitation, she slowly brought her lips onto mine and kissed me, pushing my head back into the couch cushions.

And in that moment I realize the truth of Elise's words. It just felt so...right. I brought my hands up to hold her cheeks and returned her kiss hungrily.

After what must have been a minute, lack of oxygen began to take its toll so she slowly pulled away, leaving her lips just in front of mine. I opened my eyes to see hers still closed, her tongue playing lightly across her lips. After a few seconds she opened her eyes and we looked at each other.

"I..." I trailed off, running my hand through her hair.

She cut me off by plunging back in again, this time in full force. She kissed me passionately, occasionally flicking her tongue in lightly. I returned her kisses, occasionally gasping for breath as I pulled her head in closer to mine. She twisted around so she was completely facing me, then brought her left leg over me and straddled my legs, still kissing me. She tenderly pushed me over until I was lying across the couch with her on her knees on top of me, her waist pushing into mine.

Eventually she slowed, then pushed herself up onto her elbows. "You sure you've never kissed anyone before?"

"I'm sure..."

"Because you are very good at it." She kissed me again lightly on the lips, grinding her waist hard in between my legs. I pushed back, feeling myself begin to moisten.

She sat up her knees still straddling me, and puller her shirt over her head revealing a silky white bra cupping two amazing breasts. I gasped softly as she tossed her hair aside, reached behind her back and undid her clasp, slowly removing it and laying it on the back of the couch.

I just lay back staring at her erect nipples, then felt my own beginning to harden. I couldn't believe this was happening.

"You like them?" she asked. All I could do was nod, my mouth slightly open. She laughed, then leaned down, grabbed my hand and cupped it over her breast. I began to rub it. Her hand, meanwhile, snaked its way up under my shirt to grab one of my own. I wasn't flat, but mine were nowhere near as full as Elise's. She lightly pinched my nipple, earning an arched back from me. Then, too soon, she got up and scooted backwards, unfolding her legs so that she was sitting up. I sat up myself as she reached a hand down and began massaging the top of my pants.

I began to breath harder as her hand rubbed its way around my clit, leaning back onto my elbows so I could push my hips higher. Finally, with agonizing slowness, her hands grabbed both sides of my hips. I picked my bottom up as she slid both my pants and my panties down at the same time, all the way to my feet where they were taken off and dropped on the ground.

I closed my legs, unused to so much at once, so she smiled and stood up on the couch over me. Her breasts were sticking straight up, but she turned around and untied her shorts, allowing them to slip down around her. I began to breath faster, seeing that perfectly sculpted bottom covered only by a thong; but that was gone soon enough. So there she stood, above me, completely naked as I marveled at her beautiful body. I tried to say something, but my mouth wouldn't work right and all that came out was a gurgle. She smiled at me, then got down again and crawled her way up me, kissing from my knees up to my belly button, then up the middle of my stomach as she inched my shirt up. I had since opened my legs up wider so she slithered her way up in between them, rubbing her bare skin against mine. I obligingly put my hands above my head as she completely raised my shirt off of me, then brought my hands down to hold her back as she kissed her way up my neck. Finally she reached my cheek, at which point I turned into her and kissed her completely. My legs wrapped around her body as I pushed my crotch into hers, earning a gasp from her and a moan from me. At this she leaned back and smiled indulgently at me, then leaned the whole way back until she was up on her elbows. She brought up one of her legs under mine so that she was scissoring me, then began to scoot closer to me on the couch.

I was still on my elbows, massaging my breasts with one hand as I unhooked my bra with the other, when I received my second first kiss of the evening. Our clits brushed against each other once, then with a final scoot Elise pressed our vaginas right on top of each other. At this I leaned back, laying my head onto the couch armrest, closing my eyes.

She pushed into me and I pushed back, both of us grinding our hips against the other. She was still sitting up so she had some leverage, slightly turned to the side as she pushed her hips back and forth against mine.

It felt so erotically good. I had masturbated before, in my room and sometimes when I was adventurous on this very couch, but they were nothing compared to this. My clit was rubbed perfectly well, stimulated by her clit. I felt it getting wetter in between my legs, but I didn't know if it was because of me or her. Or both. I felt her fall backwards slowly, so I grabbed her legs with my hands and pulled, helping her push into me. We both began to gasp at first, then I to moan, then her to moan, until we were both creating a beat, moaning each at the same time as we pressed our bodies together. I opened my eyes to see her leaning back, her eyes closed, grabbing both her breasts in her hands to stop them from jumping up and down. She looked so amazing like that. I reached one of my hands down on impulse and used my thumb to rub just above her clit, doubling her over and making her moan loudly briefly. She looked up then smiled with her mouth still open, breathing heavily, but then she closed her eyes again and returned the favor, pushing her thumb against me and rubbing in circles.

We got faster and faster until eventually we were almost screaming, pushing ourselves against each other as hard and as fast as we could. I don't know who came first, because as her thumb began to quicken its rubbing I felt myself begin to climax. I was speechless for a moment, arching my back to push as much as I could, then I felt the dam break and a flood pour forth. Beneath the mountain of pleasure I felt legs tense in my hands and heard her scream "Oh God!". It got very very wet between us and very warm, to the point where we were slipping against each other. We both rode it out together, riding each other together, each new shiver or jerk passed to the other instantly. As the orgasm subsided we still held ourselves against each other, still slowly massaging our clits together, occasionally tensing and inhaling deeply, then relaxing and rubbing again.

Finally she brought her hand up to wipe her brow. I did the same; it had gotten fairly sweaty. She panted out a laugh, then looked over at me. I smiled at her. She mirrored it.

After lying there for a second to regain my strength, I sat up, letting my bra slide off, and collapsed on top of her, my breasts falling in between hers. She smiled and brought her arms around me, one massaging the small of my back and the other a bit lower. I smiled and playfully chewed on her ear, sighing contentedly.

I whispered into her ear, "That was..."

"...wonderful." She finished for me, embracing me tightly. I glanced at the clock on the wall across from me. It was only 10 o'clock. I said as much to her.

"Why? Anxious for me to leave already?" she teased.

"Oh God no. Never leave." I leaned down and planted a long kiss on her lips, then snuggled down into her arms, rubbing her nipple with my nose.

"That was..." I smiled. "I can see why you like girls so much if you can do that with them."

"Tribbing?" she said. "That was nothing, baby."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. There's more. Much more. You wanna see?"

I nodded breathlessly, my vagina already aflame again. She got up, not bothering to cover herself as she walked nude out of the room, sensuously rubbing her butt as she went. I rolled over onto my back and looked at the ceiling, feeling better than I ever had before.

She came back with her college-sized backpack and laid it down on the table, leaning over to unzip it so that I could see her breasts hang over it. I was so busy watching her that I didn't realize what was in the bag until she grabbed something and pulled it out.

"Good Lord!" I said, staring at her bag. "You carry those around with you everywhere?"

She laughed. "A girl's gotta be prepared, you know. A guy carries around his condoms, I carry around my toys."

In the bag was everything a girl could ever want. There was a long pink dildo with a switch on it, a smooth vibrator. Then there were a couple more normal dildos with bumps and ridges along them. There were two plastic eggs, one of which Elise playfully grabbed and pressed against my nipples, the vibrations sending ripples all along them. She laughed, I moaned. There was also one 2 foot long double ended, blue and big. I hungrily stared at that, but she shook her head and said, "ah ah ah. We just did that. I want to be near you this time." So I glanced at the strap-on, with all its leather and metal clasps, then looked at her. She shook her head. "And let only one of us have all the fun? Not this time. What do you think of this?" She held up a collection of straps and rubbery plastic.

"It's a strap-on too, isn't it?" I asked.

"Sort of." She said, bringing it down closer for me to see. It was basically two large loops interconnected, like chain links, and on each one was attached a bright green plastic cock.

"Stand up. On the couch." She said, standing up herself to face me. She was slightly taller, but not by much, and since I had long legs our vaginas were at the same height. "Now." She said, moving up to press her naked body against mine. "I bring up my knee slightly between your legs see? You do the same to me." She put her right thigh against my wet pussy, so I grabbed her bottom and raised my own slightly between hers, feeling the moisture against my own thigh.

She leaned around me and set the loops both on the couch. "Now I put my leg through here, and you put yours through there. See?" I put my right leg where she said, and she brought the loops both up onto our thighs. The dildo attached to it was now rubbing against the bottom of my vagina. She tightened both loops around our legs as I held tightly to her, trusting her completely.

"Here's the tricky part. Together, we need to lower ourselves down onto our knees, so that we're both straddling each other's legs. Then right as you lower yourself down, you put it in. Get it?"

I nodded, and we lowered slowly, both holding each other for balance and looking down past our belly buttons to our interlocked legs. Finally, I felt it poking at me, so I brought one hand down to steady the one on my leg pushing its way into her vagina. She did the same, and ever so slowly we lowered onto each other's dildos.

I felt it slide into me perfectly. I was already completely soaked, but it was still big. I gasped as my labia parted for it slowly, allowing it to push all the way until I could feel it against the deep walls of my pussy. Elise grabbed me tighter as she experienced an invasion of her own, and then we were sitting down, both our legs firmly wedged between the other's.

"You ok?" she whispered, her eyes closed. We didn't move. "it's not too big?"

"No. It's perfect."

"That's good..."

And then with agonizing slowness we began to both move. We didn't need to move much because each time she moved I felt it, and vice versa. I grinded her leg, the dildo penetrating me as deeply as possible, and felt hot fluids pour down around my leg. Elise grabbed my chin with one hand and began to kiss me, our tongues dancing to the tempo our hips set.

Soon enough Elise began bouncing up and down slightly, pushing it into me each time she did. We were locked together, the two of us grinding and moaning in sync. I began to bounce with her, pushing the two false cocks into both of us harder and faster than before. I abandoned her face and instead moved down to lick her chest, pushing her tits up within reach with one hand, using the other to hold onto her ass for balance. She leaned back, pushing her nipple into my mouth which I willingly begin to suck and lick. I moan into her chest as she scratches her nails down my back, panting, "oh my God, Terry it feels so good. I'm gonna cum on you."

I reply by pushing her over onto her back, forcing my extension into her horizontal form even more. She bends her knees, forcing me on top of her with a huge wave of pleasure. She digs her nails further into me, so I grab her shoulders and begin humping her as hard as I can. I feel like I'm on fire.

Soon enough she begins writhing beneath me and screaming louder, pulling me as close as possible. I watch her mouth as she begins to orgasm because of me, and this pushes me over the edge. I grind myself down onto her leg and feel myself climax with her, soaking her already wet leg with hot cum. We're both screaming each others' name, our eyes closed and our vaginas held open, as we both climax together. Every time I feel myself about to descend from that orgasmic peak, she uses her grip on my back to grind us together again and I gasp with renewed pleasure.

Finally I collapse on her for the second time that night, too worn out to even kiss her. We're both breathing hard, and her rising chest lifts me up with each breath. I could have died happy lying there, embraced by this woman.

After what seems like hours, she says to me, "it'll have to come out eventually."

"I know. But I don't want it to."

She smiles and kisses me, then reaches her hand down and deftly undoes both straps. I hold on to her tightly as she slowly pulls them both out, each of us reliving that moment again. I look down to see them both drenched in cum, and that my pussy is actually dripping down onto hers.

"Well somebody here enjoyed herself."

"I think two somebodies did."

We both laugh and embrace each other again. She rolls us over onto our sides, a tight squeeze on the couch.

"So you ready for another go?"

"Oh God I wish so. But I think I'll shrivel up if I lose any more fluid."

"OK then, we keep it slow. Relax. You don't have to do anything; just lay back."

And with that she rolled off the couch onto her knees in front of me. With her help I sit rightways on the couch, facing forward with my legs splayed wide open. For a few minutes she just rubs my legs with her hands, licking my thighs sensuously. My pussy is throbbing. Her tongue is like a snake, flicking its way in and out, tasting the warm liquid all over my upper thighs. As I watch her she looks like she's humping air, moving forward and backwards as she licks me. One of her hands is massaging her right nipple, while the other massages a more sensitive area. Finally, after minutes of inching closer and closer, her tongue first plays across my engorged clitoris. It almost cum right then. My eyes squeeze closed and I grab her head with one of my hands, my other hand squeezing my breast with each wave of pleasure.

She keeps licking my pussy up and down, the deft strokes of a professional. I'm lost in her tongue, my gasps covering the sound of her light moans. Soon she graduates from playful licking to full on eating, gorging herself upon me. I pull her head close and entwine my fingers in her hair, my legs alternately squeezing her head and splaying as wide as possible. My juices are soon flowing freely into her awaiting mouth. I hump her face as she brings me closer and closer, my gasps becoming moans. Soon enough she has me screaming her name.

"Oh God...Elise...yeah...yeah...ooh yeah...you're gonna make me cum baby...ooh yeah...oh...Oh!...OH!"

My voice gets louder and she gets faster and my legs pull tighter. I pull her head into my pussy with both hands and push my waist into her as I orgasm into her mouth. I feel her tongue push deep into my pussy as it contracts and expands. I'm screaming now, orgasming because of this woman I'd never met before tonight. My vagina turns hot as it throbs out cum and I scream with new waves of pleasure.

After a minute of this it has almost subsided completely, but she's still licking just as hard as ever, her right hand now pushing two fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. I pull her head up to see her eyes glazed over with pleasure, so I whisper for her to get up on the couch beside me.

Fingers never leaving her vagina, she somehow pulls herself up to lie down, her splayed legs facing me. She throws back her head as she massages her clitoris with one hand and penetrates herself with the other.

Not wasting any time, I grab her knee with one hand and touch her pussy with the other. She feels it. Trying not to hurt her, I stick one finger insider her soft lips. There's plenty of room. She arches her back as I push my finger in and out, going in when hers leave and vice versa. Soon enough I put in another.

Now it's a bit of a tight squeeze. She's moaning with her eyes closed, completely lost in herself. My own mother could have walked in right then and she'd have been powerless to stop herself, a slave to her own body. Just as I was a slave to hers.

She now has four fingers inside her, pushing in and out all at different times. Now I don't care who you are, but you can't not cum at a time like this. And she's no exception. Soon enough her fingers begin moving faster, making loud noises as she pushes them in and out. I push my own in her as deep as they'll go, and that's just the trigger she needs.

She screams out an obscenity, followed by a series of loud moans. Her pussy begins to pulsate and grow hot, and then my fingers are drenched with her essence. I keep pushing my fingers into her vagina, occasionally leaving them in there and twisting them around. She has bent over herself to dig as deep as she can and I can see the sweat streaming down her face as she has an explosive orgasm. I finger her long after she's collapsed, gasping for breath on the arm of the couch.

I laid down my head on her belly, my hair strewn across her chest.

"Oh $#!+!" she says, popping up like a cork. "It's 11:55!"

I get up at that. We gather our clothes quickly and put them on just as I hear a car pulling into the driveway. She's already dressed as I'm pulling my shirt over my head, gathering her toys into her bag and zipping it. As a final precaution she pulls some air freshener out of her bag (for just such an occasion) and sprays it everywhere. Finally we both flop down on the couch next to each other and turn the TV back up just as the door opens.

"I'm home!" she says, dropping her purse on the floor by the steps.

"Hey mom." I say, trying to be nonchalant which is hard when you have someone rubbing their hand on your inner thigh at the time.

"What are you still doing up? Get to bed." I got up and began to go upstairs. "I'm sorry to have kept you here this long, Elise, especially in this weather." I looked outside and saw that it was raining. I guess we hadn't noticed.

"It's alright ma'am." Elise says, standing up and slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"No no no, I couldn't let you out in this weather. I couldn't live with myself if I did. Would you like to stay the night here? You can share Terry's bed." My heart skipped a beat.

"I don't know..."

"Oh, stop being so polite. Terry can show you where it is. Terry? Get her a pillow from the closet." This I did gladly.

We locked the door behind us and waited until my mom had gone to sleep. We both slipped under the covers, where she undressed me and I her; I usually didn't sleep in the nude but I thought tonight I could make an exception. It didn't matter in any case, since neither of us got any sleep that night. One by one, we went through the rest of her toys, speaking in whispers and moaning into pillows. We took turns bringing each other off, using our favorite toys on each other countless times.

Eventually, as the morning sun began to steam in, I fell asleep to her rhythmic massaging of my clit with the vibrating egg. I dreamed about her and I running away together.

It was the next day, as I kissed her goodbye, that I realized why Elise loved girls. Because for the first time, I loved one of my own.