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The babysitter

Marissa takes a job sitting a young boy while hisparents go out for the evening. However, when shecatches him looking at a dirty magazine, Marissadecides to show him the real thing. (f-teen/b, ped,exh, 1st)***Well, it seems to me there aren�t a great many storied on here about younger boys with older females, unless that female is the boy�s mother, aunt, etc. Never having been a huge fan of incest, I thought I�d correct this with a story of my own, involving a teenager girl, and a pre-teen boy. Having once been a pre-teen boy, you can look at this as what I wish might have happened. Feed back is welcome and encouraged, as it may lead to me writing more of these. And do let me know if, and how well, I pulled off writing first person from a female POV.Of all my sexual experiences when I was a teenager, one stands out both because of its strangeness and its intensity. Though I'd lost my virginity my freshmen year of high school, to my then-boyfriend, and had had sex a few times since then, this time was still unique.It was the summer I was a teenager. I was actually pretty good looking then, though I didn't really realize it.Because I was a little heavy I undersold myself, not realizing that boys were more likely to notice my curvy hips, and large breasts, then the fact I was a little over-weight. At five seven, I had a full hour-glass figure, with wide hips and d-cup breasts. My dark hair was shoulder length, and I usually styled it up. Still, I chose to see the glass as ...

... half-empty, and while I didn't think of my self as "ugly" or "fat" I did think of myself as "pretty" or "slender" either.That summer I was busy. Between summer school, and my ECs, I found time to make money baby-sitting. I first did it for friends of my parents, but word of mouth about me spread, and soon I was working for friends of friends of friends, and so on. It was one Friday night, while watching the pre-teen old son that it happened.I got over to the house around 7:00, and was greeted by Mrs. Leinden who had asked me to sit while she and her husband went out to dinner with friends. On the phone she told me it was going to be a long night, till at least 1:00, she said she knew how late that was, but could pay fifty dollars for the night. Not telling her this was more then ten more then what I usually charged for that time, I said it would be no problem staying to 1:00."Hi Marissa" Mrs. Leinden said to me. She was dressed to kill, in a black evening dress that displayed her womanly attributes in such a way that I felt like a skinny little girl next to her. "We're just about ready to leave" she said, as she ushered me inside "Dilion, come in here and say hi to your sitter, Marissa." A boy with sandy blond hair came in and said 'hi' in a very unenthusiastic voice. "I left money for pizza on the kitchen counter, help yourself to the fridge. You already have my cell number, so you can call it if you need to get us. I think that's about it" Mrs. Leinden said with a smile. "Paul, ...