I at all times had a thing for older women and it didn’t help that my babysitter was a stunningly gorgeous twenty-six-year-old woman. I remember the first time I laid eyes on her, I was only thirteen years old and I was mesmerized by her beauty. She had long black hair that cascaded down her back and bright green eyes that sparkled every time she smiled.
Her name was Emily and she was assigned to be my babysitter by my parents for the summer. At first, I was hesitant to be around her, but as the days passed, I grew more comfortable with her being around. She at all times made sure I was doing okay and that I was entertained. We would play board games, watch movies, and even cook together.
I had at all times been curious about sex, but I never had anyone to talk to about it. My friends were too immature to even find out the concept of it, and my parents were too conservative to even broach the topic. But Emily was different. She was open-minded and understanding.
One night, as we were getting ready for bed, I blurted out, “Emily, have you ever had sex?”
She froze for a moment and then laughed. “What brought that on?”
“I don’t know, I was just curious,” I said sheepishly.
She sat down on my bed and said, “Sex is a very natural thing, but it’s also a very personal thing. Some people choose to wait until they’re married, and some people don’t. There’s no right or wrong way to go about it. It’s all up to you.”
I nodded, still unsure of what to make of her response. But as the night wore on, I found myself thinking more about what she said. I felt a strange stirring in my gut and before I knew it, I was envisioning Emily naked.
For the rest of the summer, I couldn’t help but look at her in a different light. I would discover myself staring at her curves and imagining what it would be like to kiss her. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help the way I felt.
One night, my parents had a date night and Emily was staying over to watch me. We were both sitting on the couch, watching a movie when she turned to me and said, “You know, I’ve noticed that you’ve been acting a little strange lately. Is everything okay?”
I looked at her, and the words just tumbled out, “I think I’m in love with you.”
She looked at me in shock, but then a strange glint appeared in her eyes. “Oh really?” she said, sliding closer to me.
Before I knew it, she was kissing me. It was slow at first, but then it became more urgent, more desperate. I felt like I was on fire, everything seemed to fade away except for her. Her body felt so soft and warm against mine, and I never wanted the moment to end.
We ended up moving to my bedroom. In the middle of the night, still dark, Emily stirred beside me. I felt her hand slowly slide down my chest and stop at the waistband of my boxers. She looked up at me and then slowly slid them down.
We were completely naked now, and the feeling of her skin against mine was electrifying. She leaned in and kissed my neck, slowly working her way down. Her lips felt like heaven on my body, and I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.
As the night wore on, we explored each other’s bodies, trying to make the most of our time together. Every touch, every kiss was filled with a desperate need to be closer. There was no hiding the fact that we were both deeply in love with each other.
The next day was awkward. We both knew what had happened was wrong, but we couldn’t help the way we felt. We decided to keep our relationship a secret, promising to never tell anyone.
It was a few weeks after that night, that Emily was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was the most devastating news I had ever received. We had only been together for a short time, but it felt like my world was falling aside.
But even as we struggled with Emily’s illness, we grew closer. We spent every moment we could together, making the most of the time we had left. We laughed, cried, and loved each other with all our hearts.
Unfortunately, Emily’s battle with cancer came to a tragic end, and I was left alone with the memories of our time together. But even to this day, I can still feel her touch, and I know that she will at all times hold a special place in my heart. She was my forbidden babysitter, the woman who taught me about love, desire, and temptation, and for that, I will at all times be grateful.