Of Boys and Men
(fb, exhib, lac)Young Mindy Lou is vexed when a cute boy asks her out, but not as vexing as her new babysitting jig turns out to be...
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"Hey, Mindy!� Wait up!"
Mindy stopped and turned to see who was calling her.� When she saw who it was, she turned back around and continued walking down the corridor and through the bustling crowd of students changing class.
"Hey!� Wait a minute, will ya?" Mark said grabbing her by the arm and bringing her to stop.
"Well!� If it isn't Mark!" she said with sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"How have ya been?" the cute boy asked accompanied by his killer smile.
"Why do you care?"
"Whadda mean?" the confused boy replied.
"You haven't so much as spoken to me since school started!"
"That's not true," he defended.� "I've said 'Hi' to you several times."
"Okay.� You said, 'Hi' and then walked off like I didn't exist.� It's not like we don't know each other.� Then again, I guess we really don't anymore."
"I've always liked you, Mindy.� Honest.� I mean, we were buddies."
"That's right, Mark.� We were buddies... as in past tense not so perfect.� Okay, I know we never saw one another after your family moved, but now that we're going to the same school again, I thought you'd at least acknowledge my existence."
"Hey, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings."
"I don't have any feelings... towards you.� You are not the same boy who used to live next door...� We played every day after school."
"I said I was sorry.� We're still buddies, okay?" he said looking her right in the eyes.�
"Yeah!� We played, didn't we?" he added with a mischievous grin.� "You were a great playmate."
"Oh, god... If you ever say anything about that to anyone..."
"Too late, Mindy."
"What?� You didn't," she said feeling unseen eyes staring at her and sensing the snickering.
"Don't worry.� Nobody knows it was you I lived next door to.� As far as my friends are concerned, you're just another dorky ninth grader."
"Is that what I am?� Dorky?" she bristled.
"No, I didn't mean that.� It's just that the older kids look down on the newbie freshmen. That's why I haven't talked to you until now.� You know... peer pressure. Look, I really didn't mean to ignore you like that.� Besides, Jenny, that's my ex-girl friend, she'd scratch your eyes out."
"Is that her name? Jenny?� I thought it was Princess Whatever.� What do you see in her?"
"Hey, she's pretty and a lot of fun, or at least she was a lot of fun."
"If you say so...� Look, I need to get going or I'll be late for class."
"Me too...
"Hey, wait a minute!� What I wanted to ask you is this... Would you like to go to a party with me Saturday?"
"Saturday?� That's tomorrow!� What happened?� Princess Whatever dump you?"
"Truthfully... no.�� Actually I dumped her."
"Whatever!" Mindy replied with contempt.
"Well, you wanna go or not?� It's going to be at Ken Smith's house.� I promise... you'll have a lot of fun."
"I'll have to ask my mom.� Call me tonight."
"Sure, Mindy.� What's your number?"
Mindy had a hard time concentrating in class.� For one thing it was fifth period and she was tired and feeling groggy.� It also didn't help that the subject was algebra. If it weren't for the fact that her bra was too tight and had been cutting into her all damned day, she might have very well fallen asleep.� But there was something else keeping her awake and keeping her distracted.� Her mind kept coming back to Mark.� He was President of the Student Council and Captain of the football team, but more importantly, he was a dreamy hunk.� He was cute when they were younger, but now...�
'Did he really ask me for a date?' she thought with a grin.� She looked about the room and wondered what the other girls would say if they knew.���
She'd seen him during lunch arguing with his girlfriend.� To Mindy it looked like Jenny had dumped Mark and not the other way around.� The bottom line was that no matter who dumped whom, they had broken up.� Mark needed a date fast and that's why he asked her. Her grin turned into a frown. �'I really ought to just tell him to forget it,' she thought. 'He's only asking me out of desperation.'�
Still, he was cute... hunky in fact and arguably THE most popular boy in school.� She'd always liked him and they always got along great.� They had been best friends!� Sure he was three years older than she was, but they had been the best of friends. But that was a few years ago, when they were both younger.� But this was now and for the past few weeks he'd given her the cold treatment, as if she didn't exist.�
'I ought to just tell him no!' she told herself for the upteenth time that afternoon.
They'd lived next door to each other ever since she could remember and they played together nearly every day. There weren't any other kids near their age on their block and their parents wouldn't let them roam the neighborhood, so they took company in each other.� She smiled to herself thinking of all the hours they spent playing with Star War figurines, or playing some other boy game and all the hours he played dolls with her.� But then there was their favorite game... playing doctor.�
Her mom and dad were never home before six.� His mom was usually home when they got out of school and they'd play together at his house.� But one day a week, his mom didn't get home until five.� That gave them an hour or so for unsupervised play.� It was on those days when they would play naked together at her house.� It made her pussy tingle to remember those games; she the third grader, spreading her legs open, having her pussy played with and even being finger fucked by the cute fifth grade boy.� Or taking his temperature rectally with her finger or just playing with his dick.� It was all "show-me-yours-and I'll show-you-mine" and touchie-feelie and not much more.� But they played those games every chance they had and without hesitation on his or her part.�
They played their "special" games at her house, just to be sure that his mom didn't unexpectedly come home early.� Mark, being older, was always the boss.� He'd order her to take her clothes off and she did.� Then she undressed him.�
It all ended when Mark's parents bought a larger, nicer home in another subdivision and he changed schools.� After that, she was mostly alone until she became good buddies with Kimberly.� Then she and Kimberly were inseparable until she moved away last summer.� Now in ninth grade and just starting high school, Mindy didn't have that many close friends.�
Once she was home from school, the first thing she did was shed the too tight bra.� It was one of her newest bras too and up until last week it was the most comfortable.� Now it was too small.� She looked at herself in her floor length mirror and studied her tits in particular.� Yes, they seemed to be a little larger, and that pleased her.� Up until the beginning of last summer she had nothing but low mounds.� That quickly changed over the summer and now she had real tits, tits she could be proud of.� They weren't spectacular or anything, but she had nothing to be ashamed of either.� They had a nice shape, were firm and had large puffy nipples that were very prominent when she stimulated them.�
Pleased with her naked image, she changed into some comfortable clothes to wear on her baby sitting job tonight.� She chose a short white halter top and a pink pair of soft gym shorts, the tight ones from last year that showed off her ass so well.� For footwear, she chose her rhinestone studded flip-flops that let her show off her toe rings.� It felt great to be out of her school clothes and in to something much more comfortable.� Now, if her mom just didn't object...
That evening, after her mom came home from work, Mindy got an earful about not wearing a bra.� She told her mom about her too tight bras and her mother agreed to take her shopping the next day.� Still her mom insisted that she wear a bra, but Mindy explained that no one would see her other than the little boy she was watching and the all the bras she had really were uncomfortable.�
Then quickly changing the subject, she told her mom about Mark's invitation.�
"I thought you didn't get along with Mark anymore," her mother inquired.
"That's what I thought too," Mindy replied.� "Then he came up and asked me out."
"Do you want to go, or do you want an excuse not to go?" her mother asked fully prepared to run interference for her daughter.
"I don't know... Yeah, I really would like to go."
"Whose house will it be at?"
"Ken Smith."
"Who is he?"
"He's on the football team with Mark.� They're good friends."
"Will Ken's parents be home?"
"I guess."
"Well, if they're not, you can't go."
"Okay, I'll ask."
"Better yet, get me Ken's parents' names and their phone number.� I'll ask," the wary mother said.� No sooner had the mother spoken when the phone rang.� Mindy picked up.
"Mindy, it's me!" the male voice on the line.
"Me?� Me, who?"
"Mark!"
"Oh, that me..."
"Can you come tomorrow night?"
"Mom wants to talk to Ken's parents and make sure they're gonna be home."
"His dad will be there.� He always is, but," Mark lowered his voice and chucked, "we never, ever see him."
"You have Ken's number?"�
"Yeah.� You have a pencil?"� Mark gave her the information her mother needed.�
"Listen. A bunch of us are going skating tonight.� You wanna come, Mindy?"
"I can't.� I have a baby sitting job tonight."
"Bummer.� Well, my car is in the shop and my folks won't let me use one of their cars seeing that I kind of messed up Dad's car a few weeks ago.� So either my mom or my dad will drive us over to Ken's tomorrow night.� It's not exactly ideal, but... I'll see you at seven."
"Okay."� She was about to thank him for the invite tonight, but Mark had already hung up.� It was just as well, because she needed to get over to the Jackson house for her babysitting job.� Five minutes later, her mother was dropping her off, still complaining about Mindy not being decently dressed, but understanding her daughter's problem.
Mrs. Jackson answered the door and let her in.� The young mother was dressed for a night out and Mindy thought she looked fabulous in the low cut slinky little black dress.� Mindy silently wished that someday she'd look like Mrs. Jackson, but had already given up on that.� The fifteen year old was still developing, but the chances of her B-cup boobies getting much larger seemed to her to be slim, and the chances of them developing into a head-turning pair of huge hooters like Mrs. Jackson sported, was nil unless she had implants. But it wasn't just the older woman's prominent bust line that made her so attractive; she also had long shapely legs, a curvy butt and wasp-like waist.� Not only that, she had a photogenic face to go along with her sexy body.� The blonde woman oozed sex appeal and Mindy wanted to be just like her... someday.
Mindy was barely in the house when Mr. Jackson, a hulking handsome man, brought his wife her wrap and was ready to go.� The lady pointed to the little boy standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
"Mindy, this is Timmy.� I got home late today.� Be a dear and give Timmy a bath after you give him his supper and before bed," said the stunning lady as she let her husband place the wrap on her milky shoulders.� "We'll be home, kind of late.� Maybe around two.� I hope that won't be a problem."
"Oh, no.� I'll call my mom and let her know," answered the girl.
"Great.� Here's John's cell phone number in case you need us."�
A moment later, Mindy was alone in the house with her five-year-old charge.� She hadn't sat for the Jacksons before, so she didn't know what to expect from young Timmy.� Would he be compliant or would he be a pain in the ass? She walked up to him, and knelt down to be eye level with him.
"Timmy, I'm Mindy."
"I'm hungry," he replied emphatically.
"Okay," she replied with an amused smile. "Let's take care of that first."
�Mindy was happy to see that instructions on Timmy's dinner had been left for her.� She immediately found the prepared plate of food and stuck it in the microwave for the proscribed time.� By the time the food was heated, Timmy was sitting at the table on his booster chair and patiently waiting.�
"Thank you," he said when served.� Then he set about eating, not complaining about not liking this or not liking that, eating his vegetables, as well as his finely chopped meat.� Mindy watched as he silently ate.� He was fairly neat too, not perfect, but for the most part the food stayed on his plate, on his fork or in his mouth, and very little found its way to the table top, his face, his lap or to the floor.�
When he had finished, he politely asked, "May I be excused?"
Mindy was stunned.� Most of the kids she babysat were little more than animals, rude and difficult at first, testing the limits.� Timmy was perfectly mannered.� She excused him and cleaned up the minimal mess he'd left behind and then called her mom to tell her about the late time she was expecting the Jacksons to come home.� With the table cleared and the dishes put away, Mindy ventured back into the living room.� Timmy had some toys out and was more or less quietly playing with them.� She sat on the sofa and watched the child for a few minutes before turning her attention to a magazine.�
A half hour later, she put the magazine down and announced that it was time to give him a bath.� Timmy made no complaint.� He picked up his toys, returning them to his room before presenting himself in the bath.�
Mindy drew the water and waited.� Timmy just stood there waiting too.� Then he put his hands up in the air.� Mindy realized that she was to undress him and pulled his t-shirt over his head.� Next she pulled down his pants and Spiderman underwear.� When his little dick sprang into view, he was erect.� Mindy's immediate thought was of the times, years ago, when Mark would have her undress him.� Standing now before her, the naked young boy showed no more shame nor embarrassment than Mark did.�
Since Mark's family had moved from next door, Mindy really hadn't thought much about the naughty games they had so often played.� But today, after talking with Mark for first time in years, it seemed that playing doctor with him was all she could think of.� God, did he really tell one or two of his friends about all that?
As she recalled those afternoon play sessions at her house, she watched the young boy playing naked in the bath.� If she didn't know better, she might have thought that the kid was deliberately exhibiting himself.� Or was it just her fascination with his little penis?� Whatever it was, she was feeling peculiar with an indefinable yearning for... for what?� 'He's just a little boy,' she chided herself.�
When the water became cold, he was ready to get out.� She dried him off and he took off naked, leaving his bed clothes with her.� Mindy smiled at his antics, and after straightening up the bath, went to search him out.� She found him, plopped in front of the TV watching a Disney show in his birthday suit.
"Timmy, you need to get dressed," she said holding out is pajamas.
"Can I watch this show first?"
His bare little buns looked so cute shimmering in the glow from the TV.� Mindy pondered her options.� "I think you should get dressed first."�
To her surprise, he totally ignored her. 'You little shit,' she thought.� She considered pressing the issue, but then thought better of it; after all he said he wanted to watch his show first. Mindy placed his pajamas next to him and then sat in the big recliner.� A moment later, Timmy crawled up in her lap naked and snuggled in.�
Mindy was really surprised at this, but what could she do?� He wasn't misbehaving; he was just nude and apparently absorbed in his show.� Mindy let him be and was soon comfortable having him in her lap.� She had gotten into the show too and was unaware that she was stroking him, not sexually, but lovingly.�� When she realized that she was petting the boy, she stopped.� Timmy looked up at her and smiled and then turned back to his show.� Apparently he was comfortable with her hand lightly stroking his soft unblemished skin and soon she was petting him again.�
They were so comfortable together that when the show ended and another one began, she didn't immediately get him dressed and send him off to bed.� �Mindy was enjoying the show, but it didn't hold Timmy's interest like the one before.� Suddenly the little boy rolled over in her lap and to Mindy's surprise he lifted her halter top and exposed her braless breasts.� Surprise was replaced by shock and total disbelief when the boy's mouth attached to her light brown nipple and he began suckling her.�
Mindy froze, not knowing what to do about this unanticipated turn of events.� Even as she struggled to cope with the situation another thing happened... a wave of pleasure flowed from her tit and permeated every corner of her body.� Her pussy was particularly affected and was sent into a state of growing arousal.� The longer she sat struggling to come up with a response, the more her body told her that "this is good... very good."� She did try to push him away, but the boy was persistent and in the battle of wills, her will evaporated.
Had she been able to detach herself and look down on the scene, she would have thought just how sweet the boy was attempting to nurse from her.� Then she would have been embarrassed to see that her free hand had found its way down her shorts and between her legs.� But that embarrassment though would have been trivial to her mortified reaction of seeing herself with her shorts pulled down and in the throes of an intense orgasm as the little boy sucked her tit while she furiously masturbated!
When she coasted down from her sublime high, Mindy was shocked to find that she was practically naked with her shorts down below her knees and her top pulled up while the naked boy continued his efforts to snack on her mammeries, trying one dry teat and then the other, seeking the sweet milk that he knew was there... or at least it was there when he suckled his mommy.� Even though she was dry, the puffy nipple between his lips provided the young boy with a soothing comfort that lulled him asleep.
As the boy's suckling motions ebbed, Mindy's passion ebbed too.� She looked up at the clock on the fireplace mantle. A half hour had passed since the second show had begun.� A half hour?� Paradoxically it seemed to have been much longer, while at the same time a much shorter amount of time.� Now that the boy had ceased sucking, she noticed how raw her nipples felt as she was definitely not used to such oral activity.�
With the boy fast asleep in her arms, Mindy finally began to stir, gently lifting him and carrying him to his bed, discarding her shorts along the way as she walked.� She gently put Timmy in his bed and then went to retrieve first her shorts, and then his pajamas.� Gently as she could, so as not to wake him, she slipped his pajama bottoms on then slipped on his top.� She covered him with a blanket and crept silently from his room.�
It wasn't until she returned to the recliner and was staring down at the big wet spot on the recliner seat that the full magnitude of what had happened struck her.�
"Oh, my God!" she gasped.� "Oh, my God!� Oh, my God!� You are such a freaking pervert, Mindy Lou!� How could you have allowed that to happen?� Why didn't you stop it?"
As many times as she asked herself those questions over the next few hours, she couldn't come up with an answer.� There was simply no explaining it.� It just happened!�
As for the wet spot, a hair drier took care of that.� With that problem solved, she checked in on her charge, only to find his pajamas discarded on the floor while he slept soundly.� She thought to dress him again, but decided that would just be a losing battle.�
She lay down on the sofa and began to think of what happened and how she could have prevented it.� Or at least that was her intentions.� Suddenly the noise of loudly talking people startled her awake.� It was two thirty and the Jacksons were home.� Immediately she jumped up off the sofa in time to see Mr. and Mrs. Jackson enter the room.�
Mrs. Jackson, obviously drunk, was wobbly and being supported by her husband.� She kept mumbling, "They hurt!� They hurt!� You gotta do something, John!� Please, they hurt!"
Mr. Jackson was not exactly sober, but he apparently wasn't nearly as drunk as his wife.� "Give me a hand, will you?" he slurred as he passed Mindy.��
Mindy followed the drunken couple to their bedroom where Mr. Jackson deposited Mrs. Jackson on the king sized bed; the woman still pleading that he do something to help her.�
"Get her shoes off," he told Mindy while he set about stripping off her dress.� To Mindy's surprise, the dress was the only thing she was wearing.�
With his shapely wife nude and sprawled out like a whore on the bed, he turned once again to his young baby sitter.� "I'll take you home in a few minutes, cupcake," he slurred, "but I need to help her first."� Then turning away, and as if Mindy wasn't there, he bent forward and began sucking and emptying his wife's full milk bags.�
Mrs. Jackson cooed and praised her husband for doing such a good and quick job of relieving the excessive hydraulic pressure of her overfilled milk sacs.� Meanwhile, as her husband sucked one tit, she squeezed the other, sending a stream of milk arching into air and landing wherever it reached.� Mindy was awestruck by the spectacle and stood watching as Mr. Jackson milked Mrs. Jackson.�
As she watched, she realized the answer to at least one of the questions she had been struggling with.� Even at five years old, Timmy still nursed from his mother's breasts. That explained the boy's behavior; however, it did nothing to explain her own behavior.�� �
Mrs. Jackson mewled contentedly as the pressure was released from her breasts and soon stopped squeezing her tits as her husband greedily and efficiently gobbled up her supply of mother's milk.� �Soon the mewling became softer and then was replaced by a distinctive snoring sound.� Releasing her tit from his mouth, he sat up and briefly gazed down out his wife.�
Mindy heard him say, "Everybody and his god damned brother fucked you tonight, I might as well fuck you too."
He abruptly stood, and from the back Mindy could see that he was fumbling around.� To her surprise, his pants went down to his knees.� When he sat on the bed and began to remove his trousers, he realized that they weren't alone.�
John Jackson stared at the girl standing just a few feet away.� "Oh...� yeah... I need to take you home, don't I?" he mumbled.� He stood, began to pull his pants back up, but stopped, leaving them down around his ankles, his erection tenting his boxer shorts.�
"I'm sorry, I should have asked you to give us some privacy," he said.� Then he sniggered, "I guess you got quite a show.� Too bad you're gonna miss the encore...� Hey, maybe not!� You ever watch other people fuck?"� he slurred.
"I, I need to get home," stammered Mindy.� "It's really late and..."
"You can watch if you want," the man said with a drunken grin.
"I really need to get home, Mr. Jackson," the scandalized young teen croaked.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah.� Well, we told you we might be late."
"I know.� It's not a problem, but I do need to get home," she nervously replied as she noticed that he was staring at her tits.
"You've got big nipples," he said to her shock. "You don't wear a bra?"
"I've got to buy a new one tomorrow."
"Don't bother on my account," the man said with a grin, "I like the display."�
Mindy, well aware that her nips were rock hard, blushed at the comment and self-consciously raised her hands to cover herself.�
"Put your hands down, cupcake.� If you didn't want me looking, you would have worn a bra...� That's better.� Shit, for young girl you've got some fat nipples."
Suddenly John realized that he was way out of bounds and had better get his pants back on and quick.� Zipping up, he quickly changed the subject by asking, "Was Timmy a good boy for you tonight?"
Mindy was relieved that conversation had moved away from sex and her nipples showing through the thin fabric of her halter top.� "He was very sweet and very good," she stammered.� "The only problem was that he wouldn't keep his pajamas on after his bath."
"Takes after his old man," the boy's father quipped.� Then he realized that he might have a problem and that he needed to fix it now.�
"Listen, can I trust you?"
"Yes," Mindy replied automatically.
"No, I mean, can I trust that you will keep... uh, how should I put this?� You are in our home, and as such you may see some things that are, uh, �private.� Can I trust that what you see here will remain confidential?� We need a babysitter, a good babysitter in the worst way, but we can't have you talking about our private lives.� Can I put my confidence in you?"
"Uh, yes, sir."
"You understand that what you might see in this house, like what you just saw, is to be kept to yourself?� Dora still nurses Timmy and sometimes she needs a little help.� That it is our private business.� Please, can I count on you keeping it to yourself, as it is no one else's business?"
"Uh, yes, sir."
"Great!� We're counting on it."� He reached into his wallet and pulled out three twenty dollar bills and handed it to her.
"That's too much," she protested trying to return it.
"Keep it.� You're worth it... or at least I trust that you're worth it.�
"One other thing, I've had a little too much to drink tonight.� I sincerely apologize if you've been offended in any manner."
"No," she replied looking at far more money than she had ever made before babysitting, "I'm not offended."
"Good.� Then you don't mind if I tell you that I think you're cute?"
Mindy blushed at the flirty comment coming from a man twice her age, a man who just a few moments before was prepared to sexually ravish his wife while she watched. "I don't mind," she whispered.
"Good, because you are a cutie.� Love the toe rings... very sexy, but not as sexy as that top.�
"Now, let's get you home, cupcake."
"Are you okay to drive?" she asked cautiously.
"I got home, didn't I?� All I have to do is close one eye and everything will come in focus," he laughed.� "Now, c'mon before I do something I'll regret."
It was only a few blocks to Mindy's house and John seemed to manage just fine.� Stopping in front of his sitter's house, John parked and turned to Mindy just as she was opening the door.� "Hey, wait a minute!� Can you sit for us Sunday afternoon?"
"Uh, I guess.� What time?"
"Say from one to six."
"Sure, I think it will be all right."
"Good!� See you Sunday, Mindy-girl.� Oh, and be sure and leave the bra home again."
"Uh, er, good night, Mr. Jackson."�
Once she was out of the car, Mindy felt a relieved.� The entire night had been unusual, to say the least, and Mr. Jackson... the way the forward older man was coming on to her had really made her nervous.
'God, I really need to wear a bra next time,' she thought to herself as she unlocked the front door, 'but then again...'
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