Bedding the babysitter - S01 E50

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Bedding the babysitter - S01 E50

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 50

Our feelings now out in the open, we had a full movie to silently consider the repercussions of our declarations to each other. I assume Ashley pondered how her very Christian family would take the news, while my worries went in a completely opposite direction. Even though Karen already approved Ashley's and my relationship, I pondered how to deal with having two Mistresses and a girlfriend? Did I actually have a girlfriend? Just a couple of weeks ago I was a virgin and unsure of my sexuality and now was very confident of who I was. The lights dimmed, the first of many trailers began and I suddenly was nervous to reach for popcorn. I wanted to just hold her hand, but even after our declarations and our kiss, I was nervous.

After the first trailer, which I could tell you nothing about as my head ping-ponged inside over my insecurity and excitement, Ashley, sensing my anxiety asked, as she purposely dropped a couple of pieces of popcorn down her very nice cleavage, "Do you want some popcorn?"

I blushed like had so many times this past several months. "I would love some."

I glanced around slyly, nervous of others seeing before I leaned over and retrieved the popcorn pieces that were lingering on the top of her small but well-showcased breasts. I returned to my upright position as Ashley pointed out, unbuttoning one, then two, buttons on her blouse, "Jenny, you missed a piece."

My mouth dropped open slightly before I quickly leaned over and retrieved the lost popcorn piece from right between her breasts in her white lace bra. I felt a rush, as I sat back up and chewed thoroughly the lucky piece of popcom. Ashley didn't fix her blouse as she offered me popcorn the traditional way and returned to watching the movie with a sexy smile on her face. I took some popcom and, suddenly relaxed, I watched the trailers.

A few minutes into the movie, Ashley put the popcorn bag down and entwined her fingers between mine. A chill electrified my spine and a sweet warmth filled my body.

The next hour and half, give or take, was the simplest and most amazing of my life.

Everything just made sense. We watched the movie, both of us content to just be together with our declarations and the indescribable warmth that goes with it. Neither of us ever touched the popcorn again, neither of us willing to let go to the security that went with just holding hands.

As the credits inevitably ended, I felt a wave of disappointment, not because the movie was done, but because our first date, this small ripple of perfect time was ending. Real life was so much more complicated than any one small moment of bliss that always ended. Instantly, even as we both sat quietly as the credits rolled, I wondered: now what?

Eventually, we were the only two left in the theatre when Ashley finally spoke, breaking the lengthy awkward silence, "So I guess we didn't eat much of the popcorn."

The words came out of my mouth without thinking, "That wasn't what I was hungry for

A second later, when I realized what I had just said, I apologized. "I arm so sorry, I don't know why...."

My apology was stopped mid-sentence by Ashley's soft lips.

Her tongue parted between my lips and we were soon in a tender, passionate kiss like nothing I had ever experienced. I imagined the fireworks above my head exploding like in the movies as yet another chill of pleasure slid up my spine. The kiss lasted only a fraction of a minute before the lights began to flicker. Ashley asked, "Do you want to come over to my house for a bit?"

"Sure," I eagerly agreed, my loins on fire even though I assumed there was no way we would be able to do what I was craving.

Ashley took my hand, entwined our fingers again and led me out of the theatre. A couple of people noticed, but I didn't care. I was a lesbian and I no longer wanted to pretend otherwise. In a move totally unlike the old me, I even blew a kiss to a guy who was watching us.

In the car, we drove in silence, both of us content with what we had shared and admitted, although I was nervous and excited at the possibilities of a relationship. It was hard to believe that this day started with me attempting, failing and then succeeding in seducing Ms Morgan, was followed by me walking in on my Mother being dommed by Karen and now was potentially in a real relationship. It was all so surreal, the kind of stuff you read on Literotica, not the stuff that actually happens... yet it all had happened and this crazy day was not yet over.

Pulling into her driveway. Ashley announced news that instantly sparked a fire down below, her tone implying she was thinking the same thing I was. "My parents are at some charity event and won't be home till late."

In the house, she suddenly was nervous and unsure what to do. I tried to help by asking, not so subtlety, "So, where is your room?"

Her face went red, but it seemed to be the tiny push she needed. She grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs and into her room. On the wall were posters of various eighties bands. She apologized, "Sorry, I love the eighties."

"Me too," I said, and began singing, "Wake me up before you go-go, don't leave...."

She joined in and we danced and goofed off, allowing the awkward tension to fade.

Exhausted and giggly, I fell on her bed. She looked at me. I smiled and teased, "Come over here Ashley, I don't bite...hard."

She laughed nervously, but joined me. I looked into her eyes and she mine and I leaned in for the kiss. She closed her eyes and our lips touched. When we first had sex at the cheerleader's retreat it was amazing and somewhat intimate, considering the circumstances and my position at the time as a submissive for Karen. But now, just the two of us, it was different. We kissed with tenderness, exploring each other's mouths. Her hands began to unbutton my shirt, and the anticipation of more tingled all over. Not wearing a bra, a chill went up my back as my blouse was opened. Once she had my breasts uncovered, I returned the favour, pulling, unbuttoning her blouse button by button. Her lace push-up bra showcased her small sculpted breasts. I reached around and unclasped her bra and allowed it to fall between us. I smiled, "We have almost identical breasts."

"Small, but perky,' she shivered, feeling the same cold breeze.

"Let's warm you up." I offered, pushing her onto the bed. She pulled me down with her and our breasts drew together, and we returned to kissing. The heat picked up as the kissing became more raw and needy, each of us melting into the other, until there was no more 'other'...two becoming one.

Wanting to please her, I pushed her onto her back and moved to her breasts. I spattered kisses all over her breasts, before teasing each nipple with my teeth, not hard bites, but nibbles that made her breathing increase. I slid my tongue down her toned belly, past

her cute belly button, before reaching her sweetness. I was

greeted by a slight gleam on her shaved pussy and a sweet aroma that I wanted to die in. I extended my tongue and began licking, savoring each lick. Her moans increased quickly and after only a couple of minutes of pleasure she begged, 'Finger me, Jenny, please."