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As a 19 year old school sophomore, I wondered I knew what it meant to be attracted to a woman. But nothing prepared me for my obsession with my hot babysitter, Lauren.

She was 23, had long, curly brown hair, hazel eyes, and a body that was simply breathtaking. But what drew me in was her confidence. She never seemed to doubt her own beauty and power, and that was incredibly seductive to me.

I remember the first time I saw her. My parents were going out for the night, and they asked Lauren to come over to watch me and my 10 year old brother, Jack. I was studying in my room when she walked in, and I could barely keep my eyes off of her.

She was wearing short shorts and a tight tank top, and I could see the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts in a way that made my heart race. I greeted her awkwardly and went back to my books. But as the night went on, I found myself constantly looking up from my work to steal glances at her.

She played games with Jack, made him dinner, and put him to bed, all the while radiating this sensual energy that I couldn’t withstand. When my parents came home hours later, I was practically bursting with desire, and I knew I had to discover a way to see her again.

Over the next few weeks, I feigned needing more study time and begged my parents to let Lauren come over again. They didn’t suspect a thing, and soon enough, I was alone with her once more.

This time, I was determined to make my move. I waited until Jack was deep asleep before I went to the living room where Lauren was watching TV. She smiled at me as I approached, and I tried to put on my most confident face.

“Hey, Lauren,” I said. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure, what’s up?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I took a deep breath and sat down next to her on the couch. “I don’t know how to say this, but I’ve been really intrigued with you. It might sound childish but I have not been able to stop thinking of you since you first babysat me.”

Lauren’s expression changed from mild curiosity to something I couldn’t quite identify, but whatever it was, it seemed to be a mix of amusement and arousal.

“Well, it’s not exactly a secret that I’m attracted to you too, Jack,” Lauren whispered, leaning in close to me.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could barely believe what I was hearing. “Really?” I breathed.

Lauren nodded, her hand creeping up my arm until she was cupping my face and pulling me into a kiss. It was everything I’d ever dreamed of – her lips were soft and demanding, and I felt like I was melting into her.

As we kissed, I slid my hand up the smooth skin of her thigh, and she leaned back on the couch with a soft gasp. I had never felt a woman’s skin as soft and supple as hers was. I could feel myself getting harder with every touch.

It wasn’t long before we were making out on the couch, and I could feel the heat between our bodies. I was lost in the moment, but suddenly, Lauren pulled away and stood up, a naughty glint in her eye.

“Come on,” she breathed. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Grabbing my hand, she led me down the hallway and into my parents’ bedroom, where she closed the door firmly behind us. I could see her silhouette in the dim light, and I suddenly felt very small and inexperienced. But she quickly put me at ease.

“Relax, Jack,” she whispered, pulling off her shirt to reveal a matching black bra. I stared hungrily at her breasts, and she seemed to enjoy the attention. “Have you ever been with a woman before?”

I shook my head, blushing deeply. “No,” I admitted.

Lauren smiled, stepping closer and taking my face in her hands. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

With that, she pulled me into another deep, passionate kiss, pressing her body against mine and guiding my hands around her back, making me unclasp her bra.

The rest of the night was a blur of flesh and pleasure. Lauren undressed me slowly, taking her time to explore my body with her hands and tongue. When it was my turn, I wasn’t sure where to begin, but she patiently guided me as I explored her curves and contours, making her moan and writhe under my touch.

I remember feeling like I wanted to give her everything, to make her feel as good as I possibly could. I was desperate to impress her, to show her that I was worth being with.

But as it turned out, I didn’t have to work too hard. Lauren was an incredible lover, and her body seemed almost designed to give and receive pleasure. She rode me hard and fast, making me cry out with each thrust, her own cries mingling with mine in a symphony of desire.

Eventually, we collapsed in a sweaty heap, both of us panting and smiling in a post-orgasmic haze. Lauren cuddled up against me, running her fingers through my hair, and I felt like the luckiest man on earth.

But as much as I enjoyed that first night with Lauren, it was only the beginning of my obsession. I began to crave her constantly, day and night, and I spent every moment that I could with her. She taught me more about sex than I ever wondered efficient, and I became addicted to the touch of her skin and the sound of her voice.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that I was in over my head. But by then, it was too late. I was hooked on my hot babysitter, and I would do anything to keep her by my side.
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