I had at all times had a bit of a crush on my babysitter, Claire. She was only a few years older than me, but she was gorgeous, with long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and curves in all the right places.
I was seventeen now, and Claire was twenty, still babysitting for me and my younger sister from time to time when my parents went out for the night. I was at all times excited when I knew she was coming over, but I tried to play it cool around her, not wanting to give away my feelings.
Then one night, everything changed. My parents had gone to a charity event, and Claire was staying over until they got back. She said she had some studying to do, but I could tell she was tired and stressed out. I offered to help her, but she told me not to worry about it.
That’s when I got an idea. I went to my room and grabbed a bottle of wine I had been saving for a special occasion. I knew Claire didn’t drink much, but I figured a little bit wouldn’t hurt.
I brought the wine out to the living room where Claire was studying, and I poured her a glass. She looked surprised but took a sip and smiled.
“This is really good,” she said.
We talked for a while, and I could tell she was loosening up. She told me about her classes and her job and her boyfriend, but I could tell something was bothering her. I wanted to help her feel better.
I moved closer to her on the couch, and she didn’t move away. After a few minutes, I put my arm around her, and she leaned into me. I could feel her body against mine, and I felt myself getting aroused.
I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in to kiss her, and she didn’t withstand. Our lips met, and I felt a surge of desire run through me. I had never kissed a girl like this before, let alone my babysitter.
We kissed for a long time, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I could feel her hand on my thigh, inching upward.
“Should we stop?” I asked her, not sure if this was what she wanted.
She looked into my eyes, and I could see the hunger there.
“No,” she whispered.
We continued kissing, getting more and more heated. I ran my hand over her breasts, feeling the nipples harden under her shirt. She moaned softly, and I took that as a sign to keep going.
Before I knew it, we were lying on the couch, our clothes scattered around us. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I didn’t want it to stop.
We made love right there on the couch, our bodies moving together in a frenzy of lust and desire. I had never felt so alive, and I knew Claire felt the same. She cried out my name as she climaxed, and I knew I would never forget that sound.
Afterward, we lay together in each other’s arms, not sure what to say.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” Claire said softly.
“It’s okay,” I told her. “I wanted to, too.”
We kissed again, and I knew I was in trouble. I had fallen in love with my babysitter, and I didn’t know what to do about it.