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As a high college senior, I was too cool to need a babysitter. That’s what I wondered until my parents hired the hottest babysitter in town. I still remember the meeting when my parents introduced me to her, and I saw her silhouette fill the doorway. Her figure was accentuated by tight jeans that hugged her hips, and a tank top that was low cut enough to leave little to the imagination.

Daisy was twenty-two years old with blonde hair that was all the time styled perfectly. Her makeup was all the time on point, and her piercing blue eyes all the time sparkled with mischief. She was confident and self-assured, but not arrogant. She was everything I wasn’t. I was shy, awkward, and definitely uncool.

My parents worked long hours, so Daisy was often around more than my parents were. At first, I didn’t know what to do or say around her. I would hide in my room and even avoid eye contact with her. But, eventually, we started talking more. It wasn’t a lot, just a few words back and forth at first. But, eventually, we started having long conversations about everything and nothing.

I started noticing the way she would sit on the edge of the couch, the way her knees would touch mine, and the way I could feel my palms begin to sweat as I struggled to control my breathing. It was like everything about her was perfect, and I was just a mess.

One night, my parents were both on a company trip, and Daisy was over for the weekend. We were watching a movie in the living room, and Daisy had her legs tucked up under herself. As I tried to focus on the movie, I couldn’t help but stare at her exposed legs. She caught me staring, and I turned away, feeling embarrassed and exposed.

To my surprise, Daisy crawled over to me and put her head in my lap. I could feel her hot breath against my stomach as she looked up at me. Our eyes locked and my heart started racing.

She sat up, her knees on either side of my hips, and leaned in. Our lips met, tentative at first, then with more passion. We made out like wild animals, our hands exploring each other’s bodies.

She was a girl, and I was a boy, so that was taboo enough. But then there was also the fact that she was my babysitter – someone who my parents trusted me with. I knew that it was a risk but, in that moment, it felt worth it.

We moved to my room, and as we lay under the covers, I couldn’t believe that this was happening. Daisy’s touch was like nothing I had ever felt before. I felt alive, and my body was singing with pleasure.

It was slow at first, our bodies intertwining as we explored each other. But then, it became fast and intense, almost frenzied. We were lost in the moment, and nothing else mattered. When it was over, we lay there for a few minutes, Daisy’s hand still gently resting on my chest.

That night, we both woke up with a begin, realizing the risk we had taken. We both knew that if my parents found out, it would be a disaster. We carefully dressed and went for a walk outside, trying to clear our minds.

As we walked, holding hands, we talked about what had happened and what it meant. It was the first time I had felt truly understood by anyone. Daisy was like a ray of sunshine in my life, which had been cloudy and dull. She was gorgeous, wild, and free. And, for a while, I felt like I was, too.

We didn’t continue our relationship. We both knew it was a risk that could lead to disaster. But, for that one moment, we were two people who felt truly alive. We were lost in the moment, and nothing else mattered.
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