The Babysitter Chronicles 1 [Fm][Babysitter][Romance][Voy]

**Chapter 1**

*(Amy – The Interruption)*

My neck craned back over the arm of my couch, and my back arched upward as I let out a long-tortured sigh. My left hand held a tight grip on the top of the couch, fingers digging into the fine leather, while my right hand worked between my legs. It had been days since I’d had enough time alone to masturbate, having been out of town for the week for Comicon. This was desperate relief.

The living room of my lake house was dark, lit only by an eerie blue lava lamp, the dim glow of my PC monitor, and the pale moonlight sifting in from the large glass panes that overlooked the water. My body felt like a dam, slowly but surely filling up with water. The water was pleasure, electric and urgent. My toes curled, and my legs twisted. Each breath seemed like a struggle as the muscles in my thighs began to convulse. My thighs clenched my hand and my legs twitched, as my fingers continued their familiar dance of self-gratification. My back arched even more as I let out a long-labored moan, the sensual pleasure beginning to become overwhelming. I started to feel a tremble, like an earthquake in my muscles sending shockwaves of pleasure through my nervous system. It was building… and building…

My eyes were shut tightly, as I prepared for the oncoming orgasm…

That’s when my phone started ringing.

*FUCK. No, no, no, no!* I ignored it at first, not letting the distraction tempt me to stop when I’m so close… So very close. *I need this!!*

My eyes squinted, as if closing them harder would have muted the ringing. Each ring seemed like a year.

The phone stopped ringing after a moment, and I tried to get control of my breath as I kept up my work. My fingers slipped a little further down between my legs, and then they slipped inside me. My mouth hung open, as I felt my fingers becoming damp. My breaths were labored, as those fingers found a place deep inside me, teasing and toying. My left hand clenched even tighter to the couch, as my hips rocked side to side on the cushions. The noises coming out of my mouth began to become indescribable, and primal. My left leg began to rise, climbing up the back of the couch. My cries of pleasure grew louder, but I was always comfortable in my isolated lakeside home. I felt it all again, the electric pleasure invading my spine…

Then the phone began to ring again…

*Fucking dammit!!*

Already, I could feel the earthquake subsiding, and my body calming down. I sank down into the couch, both of my hands coming to rest on my chest for a moment. My breaths slowed. The electricity began to fade, but not the *need.*

Frustrated, I sat up on my couch and wiped a bead of sweat from my brow. My breath began to flow a bit easier, but that did little to relieve my attitude. I looked up at the clock hanging in my living room, it was almost 11pm.

*Who the fuck is calling me right now? This is ridiculous.* I picked up the phone clumsily, and answered with a rather annoyed tone. “Yeah?”

On the other end of the phone was my father, immediately he apologized for calling so late. My father was the owner of a IT security company, and apparently some sort of breach/hacking type situation required one of his best techs to travel out of town immediately. I rolled my eyes, listening, not sure what any of this had to do with me. Turns out, this tech had a child and can’t find a babysitter. In my frustration, it took me a moment to put it together. I tried to refuse at first, but after my dad insisted there was little I could do, seeing as he owned my home and didn’t make me pay rent.

“Okay…” I said, finally giving in. I ran my free hand gently through my long, dark hair. “Text me the address, and I’ll leave right now…”

I hung up the phone before my father finishes saying goodbye. I let my face sink into my palms for a moment, as I sat there naked. “Seriously?” I asked myself, feeling rather exasperated with the whole thing already. “I have to babysit…”

Shaking my head with frustration, I finally forced myself to get up from the couch. I looked around, sighing at the rather messy atmosphere of it all. There were clothes scattered everywhere, among them lingerie and underwear. A half empty bottle of rum sat on my coffee table, next to my green bong that I had affectionately named Yoda. Naked, I quickly grabbed up as many of the clothes as I could, walking them back to my bathroom and throwing them in a hamper. I moved the alcohol and paraphernalia into a high cabinet in the kitchen. I grabbed a short black skirt from the floor, stepping into it and pulling it on. There was a light purple tank top thrown over the back of my computer chair, the screen in front of the chair had my character in an MMORPG sitting idle. I could still hear some faint murmuring of a few guildmates coming from my expensive headset. I ignored it, and slipped on my favorite purple sandals.

*Fuck wearing underwear,* I thought rather aggressively.

I take a moment to look at myself in the mirror. Sure, I looked a bit of a mess, and the bit of alcohol I’d already drank might have still been hanging on my breath, but I couldn’t help but smile at how cute I looked. I rolled my eyes at my own vanity, and grabbed my keys. I headed out the door in a bit of a hurry.

*My weekend is shot.*

As I stepped outside, locking the door behind me, I couldn’t help but feel a little more serene at the sight of the lake. Large and isolated, the light of the moon reflected a dim blue off the ripples in the water. I stood there for a moment, and just smiled. There was a fire of desire that still burned inside of me, but in that moment, I had a feeling that everything would turn out okay.

*(Chris – The Ride)*

My black sneakers clicked together as I waited on the steps to my front porch. I brushed my deep brown hair out of my eyes, as I kept glancing at the street, expecting the new babysitter. My parents and I had planned to go on a cruise this week, they had been planning it for half a year. When their boss called with the emergency, they were not able to refuse. Resolved to be loyal employees, and help their company, they resolved to do their supposed duty.

There was however, a problem.

This cruise had been scheduled to coincide with some extensive remodeling to our home, which had already commenced. My parents were not able to leave me here, even though I was thirteen. They had to find somewhere else for me to stay. The normal relatives were on vacations of their own, way too busy, or out of contact. My closest friends were out of town too, at summer camp or on a vacation with their own parents.

Unable to solve this problem, the resolution was fated to be presented by my parents’ boss. It just so happens that his daughter lived in his lake house, which was in a rather isolated location an hour outside of the city.

The work emergency required my parents to catch a flight as soon as possible. I was left alone with a suitcase packed with my essentials. Inside the case was most importantly my laptop, several changes of clothes, my smartphone, assorted toiletries, and a few wireless cameras I intended to use filming the scenery of the lake.

I had a dream to become a famous film maker and writer someday.

*Someday…*

The night was quite warm. I felt quite comfortable sitting on the porch in a black t-shirt, and brown cargo pants. My eyes rolled as I saw the light of an approaching vehicle. A brilliant deep purple sports car approached, it’s headlights casting the shadow of our mailbox across the yard. The very nice car stopped at my sidewalk, and the engine shut off.

I stood up slowly, trying not to stand there with my mouth agape.

*Holy shit.*

A gorgeous figure emerged from the car. She was at least three inches taller than me, and her face was beautiful. She was slim, wearing a short skirt, tank top, and sandals. Her eyes were a deep brown, the sort of eyes that could steal your heart with a glance. I noticed how the tank top hugged her breasts, though I wouldn’t have described them as huge, they were bigger than any girl’s in school. Her skin glimmered in the moonlight, not quite pale. As she approached, her eyes contacted mine.

She smiled, and I froze.

“Hey, you’re Chris, right?” She asked, as she stepped up to the porch. I could feel my heartbeat increasing already…

*She’s amazing,* I thought.

It took at least three seconds before I could muster a response.

“Yeah, that’s me.” I say, and then suddenly a smile just exploded onto my face. My instinct to not look silly kicked into hyperdrive, and I looked away for a moment. “My parents said your name was Amy?” I final ask, looking back toward your warm face.

“Yeah, that’s me.” She flicked her hair back with a whip of her neck, as she answered. “Is this your stuff? Need help carrying it to the car?”

I just kept smiling as she asked her question, before finally shaking my head.

“No, I got it.” I said, as I sprung up onto my feet and grabbed the suitcase. Without hesitation, she clicked a button on her keys, and the trunk popped open. I carried my case to her trunk, and slid it inside gently. She softly closed the trunk once my hands were clear, and just smiled at me again.

Already, I felt an energy from her that was different to any other adult I knew.

“Like music?” She asked, as she stepped gracefully toward the driver’s door, and climbed inside. Of course, I followed suit and climbed into the passenger seat. I closed the door gently, but firmly, and then proceeded to put on my seatbelt. Once the belt was secure, I looked over toward Amy and she was looking back at me.

“Tonight’s journey is brought to us by my soft rock cruising mix,” she said, smiling over at me and adjusting her stereo. Music began to play, and she immediately pulled the car out, turning around, and heading to the highway.

I closed my eyes, my window had already been lowered. The wind whipped through my hair, and I opened my eyes to look over at Amy. Her head was nodding and weaving to the music, and her hair whipped through the wind more gracefully than mine. She looked over at me, and we both smiled as our glances met.

“This is Smashing Pumpkins, right?” I asked, almost as if I didn’t know the answer. She smiled, as she nodded. I smiled too, and said, “Disarm… this is one of my mom’s favorite songs.”

The look on Amy’s face could almost be betrayed for showing signs of being impressed. That’s when I noticed her pull out a cigarette and light it, the smoke whipping away with the wind. Being only thirteen, I couldn’t help but be impressed by something my parents would consider bad.

I smiled as she continued to drive. We whipped down the highway to her music, until finally taking some obscure exit. The road seemed to become narrower by the minute, until they turned onto a single lane road. I looked around at the densely forested surroundings of the road, and soon the paved road became gravel. At some point I had realized that I hadn’t seen another car or house in quite a time.

Eventually, as the trees began to thin, I the sky seemed to suddenly open. The moonlight was reflected off a humongous lake that was overshadowed by a few tall peaks. Far beneath the peaks of the mountains, and directly in front of me was we approached her home, was a rather modern lake house. The front, overlooking the lake, was an entire wall of glass large glass panes.

Amy slid into her parking spot, perhaps a little too quickly as the car scooted on the gravel.

“Home sweet home,” She said, smiling at me as she put the car in park, and shut off the engine.

I don’t know where I found the focus or energy, but I exited the car and retrieved my suitcase from the trunk. I carried it behind her, as she walked to her front door and unlocked it.

“Sorry, it’s still a little messy.” She said, looking back toward me after unlocking the door. She gently pushed the door open, and I walked inside.

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