“I can’t believe your parents left you with me. They’re totally oblivious aren’t they?”
I smirked, looking down the table at you.
I was tasked with babysitting, while your parents attended a concert in the city over. We grew up together; I was just a year older than you and my physical maturity drew a line. I had matured faster than most, certainly sexually. We had been neighbors for our whole lives and the last summer had been tense with sexual energy left unacted on. How many time would you quit truth or dare just when things were getting interesting? I lost count of the awkward boners you had from seeing me in my bathing suit.
Your body betraying you, aroused and terrified of me.
My physique, soft curves, budding breasts, cheeks still flushed.
Yours… awkward, gangly. Athletic, tanned and lean. A head shorter than me.
“What are you going to do?” Already questioning my motives. You wouldn’t make eye contact with me. Aw. He’s scared…I felt adrenaline surge through me, nestling into my groin, I felt myself pulsate with power.
I stood and slowly walked to the cabinets, picking out the largest plastic cup I could find, filling it from the tap.