The
Virgin Territory
Collection
by Giselle London
Copyright 2011 Giselle London
Published by Carnal Bliss Press
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Note from the Author: My books are written as sexual fantasies to be enjoyed by consenting adults, and in my fantasies, there are no unpleasant repercussions to sexual adventures between adults. However, in reality, anyone engaged in sexual activity outside of a monogamous relationship should take the required steps to protect themselves.
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His Virgin Babysitter
by Giselle London
Copyright 2011 Giselle London
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Published by Carnal Bliss Press
***
Ali Roberts parked in the driveway of the elegant home and walked up to the massive front door. She could see Dr. Humphries already behind the beveled glass, pulling the door open, eager for her arrival.
“Come on in, Ali.”
He wore khakis and a medium-blue chambray shirt that matched his eyes. Ali tried not to stare into them. She’d had a thing for him since she’d started babysitting for them at fifteen years old. You’d think after three years I’d be over this school-girl crush. But no—her heart pounded as she stepped in, and peeked over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of his ass as he leaned to push the door shut and lock it. She looked away quickly as he turned back to her.
“Thank you so much for coming. I’m sorry it’s so last minute, but I didn’t expect to be called in tonight.” He ushered her in, talking fast and checking his watch. He led her through the two-story entry way and into the living room as he talked. “I’m not on call, but there was a two-car accident with multiple possible traumatic brain injuries—Dr. Camden can’t handle it all himself.”
“I hope everyone will be okay.”
“Me too, but it doesn’t sound good. I should be there already, but I can’t get ahold of Lisa, so I’m assuming she’s already on her way with Robbie. It’s his weekend with me.” A pained look passed across his face.
Ali could see how the last month had taken it’s toll on him. It was bad enough that his wife cheated on him with one of her law partners—right upstairs in their own bed—but then she had the nerve to leave him and drag poor Robbie to live in a fancy 10th floor apartment in the city. No yard to play in. No friends. New school. And he only saw his dad every other weekend.
Robbie had told her about some of the fights he’d overheard since the breakup, and from the bits and pieces he mentioned, Ali had put it all together. The poor kid was only seven, and Lisa turned his whole world upside down. His dad’s, too. Dr. Humphries was stuck living alone in the sprawling house until it sold.
“I left a message on Lisa’s cell asking her to keep him tonight, but she hasn’t called back. Plus, she told me she has an important business dinner tonight, so I doubt she would have accommodated me.”
Yeah, right, a “business” dinner. Ali fought the urge to roll her eyes. Typical. Why should the survivors of a near-fatal car crash inconvenience Lisa Humphries?
Mrs. Humphries wasn’t Ali’s favorite person. If Ali accidentally parked in the wrong part of the driveway, Mrs. Humphries gave her a tongue-lashing and docked her pay. Bitch. If Ali didn’t love Robbie so much—and if the husband didn’t regularly slip her a tip to make up for his wife’s behavior—Ali would have quit a long time ago.
“They should be here any minute. There’s pizza money over here by the phone if you get hungry. Just wait until after Lisa leaves to order, so you don’t have to listen to a lengthy diatribe protesting the way that I feed our son.” He walked over to the peninsula that separated the living room from the kitchen, gesturing toward the phone.
How did such a nice guy get mixed up with a control-freak wife with a mean streak a mile long? “Pizza sounds great. Thanks, Dr. H.”
“Well, I called you fifteen minutes ago and you dropped everything to race over here to babysit for me. It’s the least I can do,” he said, and smiled at her.
Ali smiled back.
…and realized her nipples had hardened a bit as she looked at his mouth. She was imagining all the places on her body that he could explore with those full lips. She blushed, and looked away, but that didn’t help. Her mind went immediately to an image of him fondling her bare breasts, leaning forward to slip one nipple into that sexy mouth of his…
Whoa! Down, Ali. Her breathing was rapid, and when she looked back up at Dr. Humphries, she caught him looking at her breasts. Mortified, she stepped past him, toward the fridge.
“So is there stuff in here for Robbie to drink?” She opened the fridge door and stepped behind it, pretending to look at the contents within. Instead, she peeked down and saw that her nipples were standing at full attention, poking through her thin bra and t-shirt as if the temperature in the room had dropped thirty degrees. This is a nightmare! I am not a whore. I do not want to have sex with the father of the boy I babysit. I don’t.
Yeah, right, a little voice piped up inside her.
Plus, he’s married.
Not for long, said the wicked little voice.
Shut up!
“Uh…” Dr. Humphries sounded distracted. “Yeah, there should be juice in there. I’m probably almost out of milk, though.”
“Okay.” Ali tried to will her nipples to flatten out, but the cold air of the fridge wasn’t helping. She closed the fridge and crossed her arms over her chest. Nice, Ali. Very subtle.
When she turned around, she was too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. Oh God, I want to die! The white tank top she wore over a thin white bra wasn’t hiding much.
“Any last-minute instructions?” She forced herself to look him in the eyes, pretending everything was normal.
“Nope. You know the drill.” He fidgeted, looking away. “I trust your judgment.”
Really? Because right now I want you to kiss me, even though your son could walk in at any minute. She cleared her throat.
“I need to get going.” He grabbed his keys off the counter and walked across the kitchen. “Hopefully I won’t be too late,” he called over his shoulder before disappearing through the door that led to the garage.
It wasn’t until after Dr. H left that she realized she’d broken the most important babysitting rule: always come prepared. Dr. H had asked her to come as soon as possible, and in her rush, she left her purse sitting by the front door at home.
Ali usually packed her purse with stuff to occupy herself with once Robbie went to bed: an e-reader, iPod, cell phone, and snacks—Mrs. Humphries usually kept weird food in the house. Calling her Mom or Dad to bring it wasn’t an option—they went to dinner with friends. Damn!
Her stomach rumbled as she paced back and forth through the house, peeking in the fridge and cabinets, trying to hold off on ordering the pizza, as Dr. H suggested.
An hour went by.
She was bored out of her mind, and with nothing good on cable, there was nothing to distract Ali from her hunger.
Eventually her stomach got the best of her, and she settled on an apple and a granola bar to tide her over. After wolfing them down, she decided to risk “poking the bear” by calling Lisa. She was worried about Robbie. It had been an hour and a half, and they should have arrived long ago.
There was no answer on Lisa Humphries’s home phone, or her cell. Ali left a message, then flipped through the cable channels again.
Twenty minutes later Lisa called back, criticizing Ali for “disturbing” her. She had decided to postpone her “very important dinner,” rather than leave her son with a “stranger.” As if Ali hadn’t known Robbie for half his life. Self-important bitch. Thanks for letting me or your husband know you weren’t showing up. Ali was sure this was all a stunt to get under Dr. H’s skin.
“Tell Chris I’ll drop Robbie off at 9 a.m. tomorrow morning,” Lisa snapped, then hung up without saying goodbye.
Ali wasn’t sure if she should leave a note and go home, or wait until Dr. Humphries got home. Would he still pay her? He probably will. Hell, I deserve hazard pay for listening to Lisa bitch at me for five minutes. She decided to call and let Dr. H know that Robbie wasn’t coming. If he was in surgery, he could call her back.
***
“You’re kidding.” Chris Humphries tightened his grip on his cell phone as Ali relayed the news. His jaw tightened, and he restrained the slew of epithets that sprang to mind at the thought of his nasty soon-to-be-ex wife. Leaning against the wall, he turned away from the noise of the bustling emergency department staff. “And it took her two hours to call and tell you?”
“Actually, I had to call her. It sounds like she would rather cancel her dinner plans than let him stay with ‘a stranger.’” Ali’s voice sounded strained.
It was obvious she didn’t like Lisa any more than the half-dozen sitters who had quit before they’d finally landed Ali. That was why he tried to slip her a little extra money when he could, in hopes that they wouldn’t lose her like all the rest. At least, that’s what Chris told himself.
“She called you a stranger?”
“Uh…yeah.”
“That’s ridiculous. You’ve known Robbie for years. He loves you.” He squelched a growl of frustration. Sometimes he thought Lisa’s favorite sport was making his life miserable. She’s probably having a good laugh at me having to pay a sitter for no reason. He sighed.
“Well, I guess you won’t be needing me after all,” Ali was saying.
“No. But hey, listen,” he glanced back toward the ED, where the commotion of the last two hours had died down. “I’m almost done here. If you want to wait, I’ll stop the ATM and bring you your pay. Otherwise, if you have plans I can drop it by your house tomorrow.”
“No plans. I can wait.”
“Okay. Dr. Camden is already in surgery with the depressed skull fracture, and it turns out two of the other victims came away with just lacerations. I’m waiting on a scan from the fourth patient, just to be safe, then I can get out of here.”
“No problem. I’m glad most of those people are going to be okay.”
The young lilt to her voice made his cock stir. It was so nice to talk to someone who appreciated his skill and the importance of his job. Someone who actually cared about the well-being of his patients. All Lisa ever cared about was how his schedule impacted her life, her work. “I should be home in about an hour. Feel free to order that pizza, if you want.”
“No, I couldn’t. I didn’t even do anything but sit here for two hours.”
“Two hours on a Friday night. That’s a lifetime to a young girl. Order some pizza.”
“Okay.”
He said goodbye and turned the cell phone off, and slipped it in his pocket with a sigh. He imagined her kicking back on the sofa, eating pizza and watching a movie. He imagined how nice it would be to sit beside her. The image was so warm and inviting. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall. In his mind, Ali dripped pizza sauce and grease down the front of her shirt. She put down her pizza and pulled her tank top over her head, revealing a lacy white bra, and murmured something about stripping down and washing her clothes…
The rattle of a nurse pushing a portable EKG machine down the corridor jarred him back to reality. His cock swelled in his pants, and he turned down the hall, embarrassed, and ducked into a supply room to adjust himself and wait for his hard-on to recede.
I cannot be thinking about my teenage babysitter that way, even if she did just turn eighteen. Time to start dating again. Fantasies of Ali in a white bra and denim shorts sitting beside him on his couch plagued him. Think of something sad, think of that patient in surgery right now…
Instead, the images in his mind reverted to the memory of Ali, standing in his kitchen, her hard nipples clearly defined against her white tank top, her dark blonde hair trailing down over one breast. He could see the outline of her white bra beneath, and the look in her eyes…was incredible. He probably imagined it, but in his memory, her green eyes smoldered with desire. Just the idea of a beautiful young girl like her wanting him made him want to come in his pants.
Was there any chance that she had been thinking of him as she stood there, nipples standing out like beacons? He remembered that his cock had gone from swollen to nearly standing at attention, in mere seconds. Then her eyes dropped to his crotch, and almost seemed to widen. That made him want to fuck her all the more.
He groaned in frustration, willing his dick to submit and restrain itself before someone walked into the supply room and saw him pitching a tent in his trousers. He’d had enough humiliation for one day. But his traitorous dick refused to capitulate as more fantasies crowded his brain: Ali spilling water down the front of her tank top, the fabric plastering itself against her breasts, the lace showing through her shirt, and the outline of her pink areolas begging to be sucked. The picture was so clear in his mind, it was as if he could reach out and pinch the luscious peaked nipples.
The urge to slide his hand down his pants was overwhelming as his fantasy changed again, and a compliant fantasy-Ali now lay naked on his counter, writhing with desire and begging him to make her a woman. Oh God, I have to stop this, he thought, but he couldn’t force the wheels of his mind from turning in torturous circles of lust.
He tried everything to push the thoughts away.
She’s barely out of high school. Lisa would have my hide. She’d sue to keep me from having any custody of my kid…
His baser instincts chimed in. On the grounds that you fucked a younger, hotter woman? She’d lose, especially since she’s a cheating whore. If you get half a chance, then fuck that virgin pussy!
She’s probably not a even virgin. Girls these days mature younger. She’s probably fucked half the football team! Chris groaned, thinking of the whole football team in a locker room, gangbanging Ali’s sweet cunt, cum dripping from her as she mewled with pleasure.
Hey, if that’s true, then she knows how to suck a cock, his inner voice celebrated.
Now his fantasy-Ali was on her knees behind the bleachers, sucking greedily at the cock of a quarterback while the rest of the team anxiously waited their turns and caught the whole thing on their iPhones, to relive the event later.
He bit his lip as he fought for control, already leaking pre-cum in his briefs. He turned and grabbed onto the metal shelving, its rough edges biting painfully into the flesh of his palms. But that did little to quell the wave of lust that threatened to release itself. He rode the wave, teeth clenched, and barely managed to maintain control.
Minutes later, after the trembling of his frustration had subsided—along with his hard-on—he wiped a trickle of sweat from his brow, smoothed out his white coat, and headed out of the closet toward the emergency department.
***
Ali really wanted that pizza, but by the time it got there, Dr. Humphries would be home with her money, and it would be weird to just sit there eating pizza in front of him, or to say “thanks for the pizza” and take it with her.
So she chose some yogurt, juice, and some more fruit instead, and settled down on the sofa to watch a rerun. Summer programming sucks. Nothing good to watch.
After eating, Ali checked the clock. Still a good forty minutes or so until Dr. Humphries would be home. She was sooooo bored. A swim would feel great, but she didn’t bring a suit. I could go in my bra and panties, she thought. But then she’d either have to go braless under her tank top afterward, or get her tank top wet when she put it on over her bra—and it was white, so that was a bad idea. I don’t want a replay of what happened earlier.
Oh yeah, you do, that naughty little voice whispered in her head.
Shut up!
But she did want a replay. She wanted that and a whole lot more. She’d dated a few guys throughout high school, and messed around some, even got half-naked and sucked a few cocks, but hadn’t ever gone all the way. She just hadn’t really felt it—that hot, driving desire for a guy that her friends talked about. Until lately, that is.
For some reason, she was finding herself feeling very frisky lately. Must be hormones, or something. It seemed like sex was all she thought about. One thing was certain—she had to get it under control before she got to college, or she’d be fucking every guy that walked by.
Especially the professors. She didn’t know why, but she was finding herself attracted more and more to older men she knew. This went far beyond school-girl crushes, like the one she’d had for Dr. Humphries for a while now. Before, she always thought he was cute, and noticed when he’d started working out last year. His ass got rounder and tighter, and she’d often admired it. But today, just looking at his mouth had sent chills down her spine and a warm, tingly feeling between her legs. Not to mention my nipples deciding to flash the guy a sign: lame-ass virgin wants you to tear off her clothes and do her on the kitchen floor!
Shaking her head to clear the image before things got out of control, she decided a swim in the night air might do her some good, before Dr. H got home and made her cream in her pants just by smiling at her.
Well, the bra and panties idea is out. The only solution she could come up with is going in the nude. There wasn’t much risk of him coming home early—she knew tests and scans took forever for the results. Her mom complained about it whenever she had to take Grandma to the doctor or the hospital. So Dr. H would be late, if anything, especially since he’d have to hit an ATM on the way home.
Ali turned off the TV, stripped out of her clothes and left them on the coffee table. Grabbing a towel from the linen closet, she headed out the sliding door to the pool. She left the outside lights off for the pool area so any nosy neighbors couldn’t get an eyeful. She walked to the far side of the pool, at the deep end, tossing the towel on a nearby lounge chair, and dove into the water.
The cool water was a shock to her system, and drove the lustful thoughts out of her mind, as she’d hoped. Breaking the surface, she gasped, treading water and shivering. She began to swim laps in order to warm herself up, and after a few minutes, she was acclimated to the water’s temperature.
The lights from inside the living room cast yellow light across the cement, and glinted off the ripples in the water. She enjoyed the sounds of the night—the breeze whispering through the leaves, the hum of the highway in the distance, and the incessant chirping of crickets. She caught the scent of honeysuckle on the air, and breathed in its perfume.
Water lapped against the sides of the pool, and Ali leaned back, floating and looking up at the stars. Her breasts rose above the water, nipples hard and puckered.
Her thoughts turned again to the bulge in Dr. Humphries’ pants. A big bulge. Just what does he have in those khakis of his? Then her thoughts ran wild, and she imagined him in the pool with her, naked, his muscled arms around her waist, and her legs wrapped around that firm rounded ass of his. His cock would be pressed against her, nestled against her most secret place, a place that she hadn’t yet allowed any boy to touch...
***
Chris hit the garage door button to close it as he opened the door that led into his kitchen. He had rushed home so that Ali could still salvage her night and go out if she wanted to. At least that’s what he told himself. But he knew that deep down he was hoping to find her sitting on the couch, eating a hot slice of pizza dripping with grease…
Walking into the living room, he didn’t see the television on. Instead, clothing lay in a heap on his coffee table. Ali’s clothing. With her white lacy bra draped across the top of the pile.
For a split second, the thought hit him that all his fantasies were about to come true. His cock sprang to attention. Then he heard the sound of light splashing coming from outside. Disappointment flooded him. She just changed and went for a swim. He pulled open the sliding door and stepped outside.
“Hey Ali, I’m—”
Chris froze, his attention riveted on the pool as the moonlight revealed his young babysitter on display.
Ali floated on her back, pert breasts rising above the water. Droplets of water beaded up on them, reflecting the dim light from the house. Her arms waved in lazy circles through the water, sending ripples out from her body. She had drifted into the shallow end of the pool, only a few feet away. Close enough to reach out and touch…
But the most enticing part of the scene before him was her face. Eyes closed, her moist lips parted, a heavenly expression—what could she be thinking of? Or who?
This provocative image was seared on his mind in an instant.
Then the image was shattered. Hearing his voice, she leapt up with a startled squeal, flipping upright and standing up, water running down her body. Again he needed only a split second to take in the exquisite sight: puckered nipples, succulent breasts with rivulets of water streaming between them, tracing a path down her flat stomach and into the crevices of her sweet little pussy. With her wide eyes and mouth in a stunned “o,” she was the fuckable fantasy of every man. The shock drained away from him, replaced with a roar of desire filling every cell of his body.
In an instant Ali reacted, realizing she was standing naked before him, and dropped down in the water, attempting to cover herself with her hands.
“D-Dr. Humphries…I…I wasn’t expecting you home yet.” Her eyes were wide, terrified.
“Obviously.” The water in the shallow end was only eighteen inches deep, and didn’t cover much despite her hunched position. His gaze was drawn to her breasts—partly hidden by the arm she had covering them.
“I’m so sorry, I was just…” she fumbled for the words, “taking a swim. I didn’t bring a suit. I had no idea you’d be home this soon.”
The poor girl was mortified. His cock strained against his zipper, and it took every ounce of self-control not to tear off his own clothes and jump in the pool with her. He glanced toward the neighbors’ houses, and didn’t see any indication that anyone was spying from their windows. He didn’t need a gossipy neighbor passing this tidbit on to Lisa.
“I’m not mad, Ali. But I think you should come inside before someone sees you. I’m going to get your clothes.”
“Okay.”
He returned with them in a few moments and handed them to her, trying to avert his eyes…or at least look like he was. “Here.”
“Thanks.” She waited until he turned away again, and climbed out of the pool. “I really didn’t mean for anyone to see me, I swear. I was alone, and you weren’t even here.”
“I know. But you know Lisa and I have split up. She’s a lawyer. She’ll use anything she can to keep full custody of Robbie, and even take visitation away if she could.” He could hear the water running off her body and splattering to the pavement behind him. The rustle of fabric against skin told him she was pulling up her panties. He turned slightly, and his peripheral vision caught the sight of her bent over, her firm white ass on display, her legs slightly parted as she wiggled the panties up and over her hips.
“I know. I’m sorry. But don’t worry—even if anyone says anything, there’s nothing they can do. Even if you were here the whole time, even if we were having sex, it’s not like it’s illegal. I’m an adult, you know.”
“Uh,” he cleared his throat. “Yeah, I guess you are, but still...” He peeked again and saw her slipping the straps of the bra over her shoulders, the side of her boob jiggling as she did.
“So even if someone had caught me, you could just tell them I went skinny dipping without thinking about whether you’d be mad or not.” She pulled on her denim shorts, buttoning them. “…and in any case, since I’m an adult, no judge is going to take away your custody because it looks like you were fooling around with a legal adult. Mrs. Humphries might be mad, but if she doesn’t want you doing a hot young girl, she shouldn’t have left you.”