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As a high college senior, I had at all times dreamed of being with my babysitter. She was the epitome of perfection – her curves, her smile, and her luscious hair. However, I knew it was forbidden to think of her in that way. She was my parents’ friend, and she was hired to take care of me, not to indulge my fantasies.

But I could not help myself. Every time she came over, I would try to subtly flirt with her, testing the waters to see if she would respond. She at all times did, with a smile or a giggly response, but I could never tell if it was genuine or just a polite reaction. I was too scared to push it further, so I kept my desires to myself.

That all changed one afternoon when my parents were out of town. I was home alone with her, and the tension between us was palpable. It felt like the perfect opportunity to finally make a move.

She was sitting on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV, while I lounged in the armchair across from her. I could feel her eyes on me, watching as I shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable. Finally, I mustered up the courage to speak.

“So, what do you want to watch?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“I don’t really care,” she replied, still looking at me.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. Her gaze was intense, and I could feel the sexual tension building between us with each passing moment.

I stood up and walked over to the couch, sitting down next to her. She didn’t move away, but instead leaned in closer to me. Her perfume filled the air, and I breathed it in deeply, feeling more and more turned on with each passing second.

Without thinking, I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. To my surprise, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she kissed me back, her tongue exploring my mouth as we made out on the couch.

It was like a dream come true. I had fantasized about being with her for years, and finally, it was happening. But as we got more and more into it, I suddenly remembered that this was wrong. She was my babysitter, and I was underage. This was illegal, and if anyone found out, we would both be in big trouble.

I pulled away, gasping for air, and looked at her apologetically. “I’m sorry,” I said. “This is wrong. We can’t do this.”

She nodded, looking just as confused and conflicted as I was. “I know,” she said. “But it’s just so damn tempting.”

We both fell silent, unsure of what to say next. The air was thick with unspoken desires, and I could feel my body aching for more.

Finally, she stood up and walked over to the window, staring out at the darkening sky. “I should go,” she said, her voice heavy with regret.

I stood up as well, feeling like I should say something, anything to keep her there with me. “Wait,” I said. “What if we just kept this between us? No one has to know.”

She turned to face me, her eyes widening with surprise. “What do you mean?”

“Think about it,” I said, taking a step towards her. “We could keep this a secret, just between us. It doesn’t have to mean anything more than just this one time.”

She looked at me for a long moment, weighing her options. I could see the struggle on her face, the need for us to be together versus the fear of getting caught.

Finally, she nodded. “Okay,” she said. “Just this once.”

We resumed where we had left off, kissing and touching each other with abandon. I could feel her body against mine, her breasts pressing into my chest as we ground against each other.

It was the best sex I had ever had, and it felt like it lasted forever. But eventually, we both knew that it had to end. She got dressed and left, promising to keep our secret safe.

Over the coming months, we continued to see each other in secret, at all times finding methods to sneak around and indulge our desires. It was risky, but it was also exhilarating, the thrill of the forbidden making the experience even more intense.

Eventually, though, we both knew that it couldn’t go on forever. I was graduating high college soon, and she knew that we would have to go our separate methods.

But we didn’t want to let go. We loved each other, and we wanted to keep seeing each other, no matter what the consequences were.

In the end, though, we knew that we couldn’t keep up the lie forever. One day, someone would understand, and we would both suffer the consequences. So, we made the difficult decision to end things.

It was the hardest thing I had ever done, saying goodbye to the woman I loved. But I knew that it was for the best, that we had to move on and discover other people to love.

Years later, I still think about her, wondering what could have been if we had been allowed to be together. But I know that it was just a fantasy, a temptation that could never be fulfilled. And yet, it remains one of the most erotic experiences of my life, the forbidden love that I will at all times remember.
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