Turning the Babysitter Into a Good Girl, Chapter 6 [slow burn] [18 year old] [virgin] [good girl] [sexy dad] [coming of age] [teen romance] [age gap] [Dom sub] [long story]

Thank you for patiently awaiting this next installment! I didn’t lie when I tagged this story “slow burn”… but stay with me. Our sweet babysitter is going to be having some very new experiences in the next chapter.

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#CHAPTER 6

*Babysitter*

*Dad babysitter*

*Fucking babysitter*

*Dad babysitter fuck*

I never watch porn, but tonight as soon as I’m in bed and know I’ll not be disturbed, I fire up incognito mode on my phone’s browser and go to Pornhub. All of my searches turn up videos with unnatural, scripted scenes, the “babysitter” always clearly a seasoned porn actress with crotch tattoos and fake snow globe-shaped boobs.

*Good girl*

That search brings up more of a variety. I scroll through the thumbnails, looking for a visual version of my fantasy, but nothing captures my interest. *None of the men remind me of him.* Four search pages in, I decide to give up, and set my phone down on the nightstand.

I’m wearing my usual night clothes: a tank top and little cotton sleep shorts. Under my thick fluffy comforter, I slide off my shorts and panties. My hand travels down below and pets the smooth outer lips of my pussy. Using two fingers, I gently part them and slowly stroke the inner folds, up and down. I play with my inner lips and along my slit, and I start to breathe a little heavier, an occasional whimper escaping my slightly open mouth. *My mouth… Fuck, when he ran his thumb along my bottom lip…* I moan and spread my legs wider, because I want to try something new. I place the tip of my middle finger at the tiny opening, and push in a bit. I’m so swollen and wet, but a little too tense to proceed further. *How do guys fit their whole dick in here? Jesus.* I spread my knees more open, and, with my fingertip barely inserted, I start to rub my little nub of a clit with the fingers on my other hand.

*Ohhhh yeahhh.* The sudden pleasure from toying with my clit makes my pussy gush a little wetness onto my inserted fingertip. My continued clit circles mask the discomfort from my probing finger, so again I start to push the finger inside. This time my flesh yields more willingly, and I moan softly at the sensation. I start to push it gently in and out, a little deeper each time, and I find myself naturally rocking my pelvis without even thinking, while I work my clit over with ease. I take it slow, my deep breaths and soft moans in time with the sensual rhythm of my fingers.

I think of him. And for the first time, it dawns on me that there is the slightest, tiniest, most minuscule chance that he has touched himself thinking of me. *Me. His good girl.* Has the hand that grazed my lips and stroked my hair grasped his undoubtedly thick shaft and stroked, imagining me at his mercy, unclothed and begging for him?

I’m getting much wetter now, drenching the hand I’m fingering with. The ache for him grows as I rub my clit in harder circles. I draw my knees up high and spread them open, until they’re on either side of my breasts, my pert nipples practically poking holes in the thin cotton of my cami top. I’m wide open and panting with pleasure, learning how my body needs to be satisfied. I’ve never felt so… *womanly.* I may be a high school girl, but for the first time I feel like a sexual force. *James… You’re unlocking new parts of me.*

As I keep the pleasurable rhythm steady, my mind wanders to what I was hoping to find a video of: The super sexy Dad tells the cute teen babysitter to stay and take care of “one last thing”… the thing of course being his dick. In my fantasy, I’m the most skilled virgin ever, and he revels in my body. I’m ravished repeatedly: pushed against the wall, lifted onto his large desk after he sweeps the files aside, then laid back onto his soft bed. Finger deep and hand playing my clit like an instrument, I climax to the thought of him looking in my eyes and telling me to be a good girl and cum for him. *Fuuuuuuuck.* My body stiffens and shudders, and I clench around my soaked finger. This time I keep pumping in and out as waves of pleasure crash over me.

Collapsing in a huff, I’m sweaty and exhausted. *That was a workout,* I snicker to myself. I grab a tissue on the nightstand and wipe my hand, and the soaked area between my legs, tossing the used tissues in the little trash bin by my bed. *Wow.* I snuggle against my fluffy comforter and immediately doze off with a satisfied smile on my face.

I wake to my alarm, and am confused momentarily when I realize I’m bare from the waist down. Then I vividly recall last night. *Mmmm. Fuck, that was definitely the best orgasm I’ve ever had.* After a minute of reliving the fantasy in my mind, I remember that Mom will often pop in on school mornings to make sure I’m awake, so I know I can’t fall asleep bare again. *It feels sexy though- my naked body against the cool sheets. Hmmm… What does James wear to bed?*

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In 2nd period English, we get to choose a partner to analyze passages of *Julius Caesar* with, so Elle and I team up and try to fit some chatting in between interpretations of the Shakespearean text.

“What is with you?” she whispers. “You have distracted lovey-dovey eyes. Did Ethan finally make you cum last night?”

“No!” I whisper back. “I didn’t even see him last night. I just went home after babysitting.”

“Trevor made me cum so hard last night. God, he’s really gotten good at oral.” She gives me a sly grin. “Maybe he’ll tell Ethan his secrets.”

“Shut up!” I whisper, stifling a giggle.

Elle reads the scene aloud, and my mind wanders again. *Someone made me cum last night all right. Me.*

“So yeah this is right before Jules gets stabbed in the back.” Elle’s words snap me back to attention. “What a douche, right?” she jokes.

I smile back at her. The bell rings, meaning I’m about to see Ethan in third period.

*Ethan. My adorable boyfriend who did not cross my mind at all last night as I thoroughly worked over my sexually charged body.* I decide to push aside thoughts of being a total Brutus, and convince myself these two people exist in separate worlds. *I’m just… exploring. Is that so bad?*

That evening after dinner, I tell Mom I have lots of schoolwork to catch up on and close myself up in my bedroom. Twenty minutes later, I’m admiring the way the glitter in my newly applied pink nail polish sparkles rainbows under my desk lamp. *No mistakes. I’m impressed,* I smile. I glance at the calculus homework I’ve barely started. *How the hell can I focus?* I had told myself I’d finish my work before preparing for tomorrow, but I’m just too distracted. I look at my open closet, and itch to try on everything I own in search of the perfect outfit. *You have wet nails and can’t try on clothes right now anyway, dumbass,* I realize, deciding to use the time to gingerly hold my pencil and calculator and get this shit over with.

An excruciating hour later, I close my books shut with a sigh of relief and slide them into my messenger bag. I twist the bedroom door lock quietly and slip out of my t-shirt and leggings. I went basic with today’s underthings: a black cotton bralette and blue bikini panties. 

*First pick outfit, then undies,* I think. Regarding my closet’s contents, I begin pulling out potential pieces to wear and tossing them on my bed.

*Should I go pants or skirt? Casual or a little dressed up?* Vivian always looks so put together and elegant on their date nights. *But I doubt he calls her his good girl.* Recalling that phrase never ceases to dampen my panties. For the millionth time, I mentally replay our first encounter, in that ridiculous closet.

*”They’re in the drawer by the… hem of your skirt,”* he had said, when asking me to hand him a clean pair of pants. *He liked me in a skirt.*

I start sifting through what I’ve set aside, and start trying on my shorter dresses and skirts. It’s going to be a warm, April day, so bare legs won’t be out of place. At last I settle on an ensemble that makes me feel the right combination of cute and sexy, with a casualness that hopefully shows I’m calm and not an obsessed, lust-struck teenager.

The girl looking back at me in the mirror wears a high-waisted, short black denim A-line skirt and a tucked in, tight pale pink t-shirt with an all-over tiny red heart print. My black Doc Martens and a delicate gold necklace with a round locket complete the look. *I hope I won’t get in trouble at school for the scoop neck.* It shows off just the beginning of my cleavage, and the top curves of my breasts.

*Time to plan the other outfit now,* I think, opening up my undergarments drawer. Even though the thought of James somehow seeing my underwear seems utterly unlikely, I’m hoping that secretly wearing something sexy will boost my confidence around the intimidating man. I choose a pale pink bra that won’t show through the stretchy thin cotton of my t-shirt. It’s a shiny satin demi-cup completely edged in lace. *Might as well go matchy-matchy.* I rifle through the drawer and find pink bikini-style panties with a lace-edged low-cut waist.

Ethan texts right as I finish carefully laying out tomorrow’s outfit over my desk chair. I close the lid on the James box for the night and flop on my bed to text Ethan.

*ready for ur chem test tmrw?*

*ughhh kill me… cant wait until its over*

*dont forget im doing that thing after babysitting so I wont be around*

*oh right. organizing that rich guys papers or whatever*

I push down the smidgen of guilt that creeps up, but not until after I’ve momentarily indulged the flurry of butterflies in my stomach at the thought of seeing James tomorrow.

*yeah… prob super boring but im making bank lol*

I glance over at my pretty pink lacy underthings, then back at my phone. *I’m Ethan’s tonight. But tomorrow night? I have no fucking idea who I’ll be.*

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