Katie's Babysitting Service (Short Story) **Chapter One**

[EddieDavidson]

The current title is Babysitting Inspector Bawdy and Gengar


I am not sold on that title, yet.

Here are a few others I am pondering.

Babysitter Bound: Katie's really bad day.

Tickled, Teased, and Topless
(The Three T's)

Agent Katie Gets Caught With Her Hands In Her Vagina
(I am just kidding - that's the bad erotic fiction that is a fundamental part of this story)


I was planning to make this a one-off, but it's going to have to be at least two chapters. It's fun.

Yes, there are going to be references to butts and even farts but not much. I wanted this to feel very organic.

[EddieDavidson]

“Show us your tits, Katie!”

“Absolutely not, stop asking! That’s gross!” I insisted.

It was another Friday night, and I was babysitting two boys who were old enough to take care of themselves, but their lack of self-control and immaturity made it impossible for their parents to leave them home alone.

One was a little pervert by the name of Cory Mathews. We’ve lived just down the street from his house for years. I taught him to ride a bike. He’s had a crush on me since before he entered puberty. He’s made it obvious many times, writing me love letters, playing music outside of my house on a boombox, sending me cheesy gifts, and even playing pranks on our house in the hopes he might endear himself to me.

The other little pervert was my little brother and Cory’s best friend, Kevin. Yep, that’s right – my own little brother wanted to see my tits. He wouldn’t have asked, but when he gets around Cory and my parents are gone, he becomes obnoxious.

This wasn’t the first time they asked me to do something inappropriate. I’d lost track of the times over the years, and the answer was always the same big fat no!

What was different about today?

About three months ago, I would have told them there wasn’t a chance in hell and made them both take cold showers. It was not unusual for boys their age to act like complete creeps – in fact, I don’t think some guys ever grow out of it.

Then, one day, I was frustrated. My mom told me that I would have to stop babysitting. Kevin and Cory were making a giant mess and eating all the snacks, and it was more trouble than it was worth hosting them at my house.

Cory’s mom had decided several months ago that she didn’t want the boys at her house. They were trouble together. They were a bit too old to be babysat anyway, but neither of them could fully be trusted alone.

I just asked them, “If I show my tits, would you guys control yourself?” one thing led to another, and now I babysit completely topless.

Well, I left out one crucial point. I didn’t just randomly arrive at that conclusion. My little brother is a computer guru.

I am not.

It seems that Alex has a picture album program that automatically uploads every picture on your phone by default. I downloaded it years ago but never used it. It turns out every picture I’ve ever sent or received by text message got automatically uploaded even though I didn’t open the app.

Kevin just so happens to have access to my Amazon password because it’s the same password as the WIFI at home. You don’t have to be a computer guru for that.

I didn’t have any raunchy, disgusting photos. They were mostly just cheesecake, topless photos that I had sent my boyfriend, Tommy. You can find millions of nudies of girls like me online. I doubted my parents would care that I chose to do that. That doesn’t seem like a big deal. There were a number of them that I sent other boys that I’d cheated on Tommy with.

The pictures might get me in a little trouble, but not bad enough that they could blackmail me with it. They didn’t even try or bring up the possibility that they could have blackmailed me.

The guys also found some REALLY bad erotic fiction that I wrote a few years ago when I first discovered the Internet. I was horny, lonely, and didn’t know shit about the real world.

The title was so bad: Agent Katie Gets Caught With Her Hands In Her Vagina.

I was so naïve when I wrote that title; I had no idea that someone could put their HANDS in a vagina. It was, admittedly, a dumb title for an even dumber and hugely implausible story, written by a virgin that didn’t know yet that a penis shot semen out when the man had an orgasm.

Here's a direct quote from my brilliant erotic fiction at the time;

“Inspector Bawdy and his companion Gengar were present. They had me tied to a chair and inspected me all over, even the naughty places. They pulled my nipples like they were pulling Tostitos out of a bag of chips. I was so wet. My vagina was dripping like a faucet of hot and wet taco sauce. I had nowhere to go; I was so vulnerable and helpless, like a naughty secret agent. I had 12 dozen orgasms at once in my vagina.”

Inspector Bawdy was my “clever” play on words for “Inspect Her Body,” and Gengar was my favorite Pokémon at the time, if that gives you some idea of how mature I was when I wrote this drek.

However, I was quite organized and diligent about my kinky little stories. I kept the original MS Word documents in folders on the hard drive. It was a simple matter for them to Google my bad stories to a forum and confirm they were posted by a “Katie A.”—clever handle, right?

I was more ashamed that I had written the stories than I would have been if my parents found out that I had.

They had nothing to blackmail me with, and Kevin didn’t even try. I was thankful for that.

I am not sure how we arrived at our deal, but basically, I babysat topless after that. Over the next three months, it evolved slowly and organically. The rules weren’t written down, and we seldom discussed them. We always begin the same way.

“C’mon, show us your tits, Katie!” the guys begged again.

This time, I’d give a little ground with conditional acceptance, dragging it out for as long as I could without it turning into a slog. There was something thrilling about making them negotiate and keep begging me to take my top off—even if it was always a foregone conclusion that I’d give in.

“Fine, if I do, will you promise to behave?” I said as I began unbuttoning my shirt. I always wore a button-down and a bra when I babysat, which dragged out the process a little longer and made them beg and try to cajole me a little longer.

They knew I was going to give in, but it was fun to resist them and make them cajole me until I did. It was like roleplaying but silly and not sexy at all.

“Yes, but you have to play Inspector Bawdy and Gengar with us!” Kevin insisted.

“I am not doing that, guys. It’s stupid, and you know it. I’ll sit here and let you look at my boobs. You should be tired of them by now,” I smiled as I removed my shirt. It was a little flattering to have the two of them fawn over my tits.

I’ve got small boobs, freckles, and pale skin, and it was a bit of an ego-boost.

Sometimes I’ll try to convince them to let me babysit in just my bra and panties, but usually, they will opt to have me in jeans with my tits out. I’d never had to strip completely naked for them.

Then, at some point, they would badger me into playing “Inspector Bawdy and Gengar,” – which is based on an original story that I wrote. Gengar is a Pokémon, for crying out loud. It’s not a sexy scenario.

It goes like this:
After a few hours of walking around topless, eating dinner, and hanging out, it’s usually Cody who starts us off with what I call the “Agent Katie Game”.

“Katie Anderson, we know you have the microchip,” whoever is playing Inspector Bawdy demanded in a faux British accent. I hadn’t written the character that way. It had just evolved one night while they were roleplaying the characters I wrote years ago.

“I don’t have it!” I insist while sitting on our dining room chair.

Gengar ties a rope from our garage around my chest, my wrists and then they grill me. It’s silly, and I end up laughing and blushing halfway through. I hide a quarter on my person (usually under one of my boobs), and they feel me up over my jeans and play with my tits until they “find it.”

“Can I be untied now, Inspector Bawdy?”

“Not until Tommy gets here!” one of them would always insist. The sheer presumptuousness of deciding I couldn’t be untied always shocked me – but secretly excited me.

I could have easily wriggled out of their knots. I was never really tied up, but I would beg them to untie me before my boyfriend gets there. I’d implore them to free me so that Tommy doesn’t find out the twisted game that I play with my brother and his friend. It was goofy, naughty and probably borderline incest.

Tommy was about as dense as he was handsome – which is to say he wasn’t particularly imaginative. My boyfriend would have never understood, accepted, or appreciated the game. I couldn’t really expect anyone to understand or allow their girlfriend to play this game, but Tommy I meant that Tommy wouldn’t get it if I wanted to play with HIM either.

Tommy had no idea, and by the time he arrived, I was up in my room. The guys greet him and tell him to come find me upstairs. I fuck his brains out, until he cums, and then I masturbate for the rest of the evening.

Cory and Kevin watch themselves, clean up after themselves and I get paid for “babysitting” without having to do more than show my tits and play a little tie-up game.

My logic for all of this was:

-Kevin and Cory had already seen the dirty pictures. There wasn’t anything I could do to change that.

-They could very easily have destroyed my relationship with Tommy or sent them to my parents which may not be the end of the world, but it wouldn’t have been cool.

-They were basically babysitting themselves now, and as long as I played the games, I’d get paid, the house wouldn’t get destroyed and they would show moderation with eating us out of snacks.

-It was kind of fun. I won’t kid you. I got a little bit of a charge out of the game, even if it was silly and not sexual.

-We didn’t have any ‘formal’ rules for the game. We barely had a name for it. I called it the “Agent Katie” game. The little adjustments we made here and there were seldom discussed and just happened organically. However, it was obvious to me that we could never go back to ‘vanilla’ babysitting again.

The guys were already too old for a babysitter, and they’d proven over the last three months that they were responsible enough to feed themselves without destroying the house. It was only a matter of time before our parents decided to pull the plug on babysitting entirely – so we probably didn’t have much time left anyway.

-There was no going back to vanilla babysitting at that time. We had crossed some imaginary threshold or gray line, and I think we all knew that. I was going to babysit topless after they talked me into it, and at some point, they’d tie me up in the kitchen and search my boobs.

That was all well and good until tonight. Tommy had just left a few minutes ago. I was full of cum, lying on my back, finger fucking my pussy, and my butthole. Tommy isn’t a butt man, and he doesn’t like anal.

“You poop from there,” he usually said on the rare times I’ve brought it up. It’s a little demeaning, but I won’t force him to do something he doesn’t want to do. I had been raised to believe only the nastiest sluts let men fuck them in the ass or take pleasure from it anyway.

My mom was wrong about that, or perhaps it was just the sensation of doing the taboo that secretly excited me about it when I was alone.

I fingered my ass a little after he left while I finished myself off. I was just luxuriating on my bed, happy as a clam, when the door creaked open.

“Tommy?”

“Nope,” Kevin said as he stood there, gawking at me – finger in my hole. Cory was right behind him – staring right at me.

“Get out of here, you weirdos!” I demanded. They had never seen me nude before. This was not our deal, and I was not comfortable.

“You shave your pubes? Are they naturally red?” Kevin asked.

“Are yours?” I demanded as I withdrew my fingers from my pussy and asshole. My pubes were Ronald McDonald’s hair orange color, and that was the main reason I shaved my pussy completely bald. It also felt much better, smelled better, didn’t sweat, and was easier to play with.

“Hold on, don’t stop just because we are here,” Cory insisted.

“This is way beyond our deal, guys!” I started to get out of bed to get dressed.

That’s when Gengar and Inspector Bawdy tackled me. The sheer audacity of the two of them leaping into bed with me was too much for me. I couldn’t believe my brother and his geeky friend spontaneously dove on me.

“Get off me, guys! Don’t tickle, oh god, stop!” I could have beat their asses dorky black and blue if I wanted to, but I was never in any danger. They weren’t groping or doing anything to me sexually.

It took both of them to hold me down and tickle my ribs and feet mercilessly until I almost pissed myself. “Okay, ha-ha, okay, I give! Stop! Stop!” I was on my belly when I surrender, face down in the pillow, butt up, as I writhed around on my bed. My ribs hurt from laughter, my face was red, and I was utterly mortified.

“Where is the microchip, Agent Katie?”

“Up your ass,” I insisted.

“You heard her Inspector, it’s up her ass!” Gengar (played by my brother) informed his friend. They each held one of my legs while I tried to kick them off me and playfully tickled my sides and the bastards had me howling. I was thrashing like a fish out of water, my face red-hot and covered in sweat, cussing at them between gasps of laughter inside of my thighs. I tried to threaten to shove a quarter up both of their asses, but I was laughing so hysterically that I couldn’t manage the words.

“Agent Katie must be sending a coded message!” I can’t understand her!” Inspector Bawdy said in a faux-British accent. “I saw her trying to stick it up her fart hole!”

In addition to everything else they were doing, they were making me laugh with their over-the-top performances of two throwaway characters that I wrote years ago, and vulgar references to my body.

"Girls don’t fart, you disgusting freaks! Get off me," I huffed, half-laughing and half-growling through clenched teeth. My whole body shook with leftover giggles as I twisted, using every ounce of strength I could muster to flip onto my stomach. My arms were like jelly, and I was pretty sure my face was still beet-red, but there was no way I was letting them get bold enough to try anything more.

“Give us the microchip,” Gengar demanded with a grunt. My little brother knows Pokémon much better than I ever did. He loved pretending to be Gengar, and I could imagine him with the purple body and the wicked grin just like Ash’s Gengar.

“Never, and don’t even think about fishing it out of my butt or I will make you both suck my butthole!”

I couldn’t stop laughing if my life depended on it. Every time I thought I’d get a second to breathe, they’d dig in again, and I’d lose it, screaming and wriggling like my body wasn’t even mine anymore.

Inspector Bawdy sat firmly on the backs of my thighs, keeping me pinned to the bed while his fingers dug into the soft spots just above my hips. Each squeeze sent shockwaves through my body, forcing me to arch my back and bury my face deeper into the sheets.

“It must be in her cheeky bum-bum, or else she wouldn’t protest so much,” he started pulling my cheeks apart, tickling my butt.

“Oh god, I am GOING to fart on you if you…hah-hah….damn it, Stop Cody!”

“Cody? That must be another agent this minx is calling for help. There is only INSPECT HER BODY here,” Cody insisted sounding like a young John Cleese.

Meanwhile, my little brother had discovered how completely vulnerable my armpits were. He tickled the insides, and I couldn’t stand it! My arms were jelly, just flopped at my sides, and my legs kept twitching uselessly.

“Stop!! Don’t!!” I insisted as Cody wriggled a finger on the rim of my anus.

“I heard her say, don’t stop; Inspect Her Body!” my little brother twisted my words while addressing his friend with the play-on-words version of Inspector Bawdy.

“I did not, get away!!” My lips were dry, and my voice was hoarse from screaming and laughing at the same time.

“She can’t get away, Gengar! Power move!” Inspector Bawdy instructed while tickling my ass and forcing my butt cheeks to open and close. I was mortified. Usually, Tommy and I made love in the dark or in low light and even though my boyfriend had explored every inch of my body that was one part of me he had shown no interest in.

I was thankful, because I considered it the naughtiest, most disgusting, dirtiest part of my body! Now, the two of them were laughing and staring at it.

“It looks like a quarter could easily fit down that pink poop hole!” My brother spun so that he could see what Cody was doing to my backside.” Gengar always gets the last laugh!” he crowed, mimicking the character’s stupid catchphrase as I screamed into the sheets.

Their teamwork was relentless, one adjusting to every shift I made, keeping me pinned and exposed no matter how much I fought. Fingers traced under my arms and down the sides of my ribs, occasionally creeping to my shoulder blades or neck, making me flinch and jerk with no rhythm or control.

Confess your crimes, woman!” Inspector Bawdy shouted, his hands attacking my ribs with surgical precision. My reply was pure nonsense, some mix of half-laughing and cursing, but that only egged them on. “You found the microchip earlier!” I managed as spit flew out of my mouth onto my pillow.

“This is a new chip! A POTATO CHIP!” Inspector Bawdy laughed, as he smacked my butt.

“Hey, no spanking!!” I chided them.

Cody had both hands firmly gripping my hips, keeping me locked in place while his fingers worked over the soft curves of my bare ass. His nails lightly grazed the sensitive skin, drawing sharp, uncontrollable twitches from me with every pass.

“Spanking! Capitol idea, I say, Wot, Wot? Tally Hole!” Inspector Bawdy slapped my butt. I’d never been spanked before sexually, and my parents hadn’t spanked me since the time I wrote that absurd erotic fiction story.

My legs kicked weakly against the grip he had on them, toes curling and flexing as I tried to buck him off, only for him to shift his weight and clamp me down even tighter.

“Yes, Agent Katie needs punishment until she confesses!” my brother insisted, sliding on my back and facing his friend. He pressed his butt down on my shoulder blades, forcing my arms to be pinned under my body.

“You bastards! Stop playing with my butt!” the veins in my neck were strained, from all the uncontrollable giggling. Their hands were relentless, digging and stroking at every nerve on my bare ass like they were trying to map out the most excruciating spots. My body betrayed me with constant, wracking laughter that I couldn’t control, my face buried in the sheets as my throat burned from the strain.

It started with a sharp smack that made my entire body jolt, and before I could even register what was happening, Inspector Bawdy was in full swing, treating my ass like a set of bongos he was using as a drum.

“Confess, you cheeky tart!” he bellowed in his ridiculous, over-the-top British accent, his hand coming down with a crack that had me yelping into the mattress. “Where’s the bloody Potato chip? Is it stashed in these glorious hot cross buns?”

Cody does a much better version of Inspector Bawdy than Kevin does. Kevin sounds more like Austin Powers or an Australian.

“Inspector, the chip’s got to be lodged deep in the dark bowels of the Shadow Realm!” Gengar declared, his voice dripping with exaggerated menace. He jammed his fingers into the tender spots just under my ass, making me screech and buck like I was being exorcised. “There’s only one way to extract it—Gengar’s patented butt-cleansing technique!” He started clawing at my cheeks, wiggling his fingers like he was digging for treasure, all while cackling like the mischievous Pokémon he thought he was.

“You’re not extracting anything, you freaks!” I howled, shaking my head into the sheets as my whole body convulsed with another fit of laughter. “Get your filthy hands out of my ass crack!” But Gengar wasn’t letting up, his hands darting and tickling at every sensitive spot he could find, making my toes curl, and my thighs tremble.

Cody kept playing the bongos, while my brother spread my cheeks, tickled around the soft spots inside the crack. They were getting a REALLY good look – much better than anyone had ever had.

“Inspector, I think she’s hiding more than just the chip in here—it’s like a bloody cave of wonders!” he crowed, laughing hysterically at his own vulgarity while I screamed myself hoarse.

“Do you think there are turds in there, Gengar?” Inspector Bawdy asked like he was considering mounting a Victorian hunting expedition complete with bearers and tents to explore me.

“Ahh, somewhere else, somewhere else,” I tried kicking. My laughter had temporarily subsided even though my muscles and ribs ached. I was able to get my hands free from under my body and twist.

“Do you think there are turds in there, Gengar?” Inspector Bawdy asked, sounding like he was preparing to lead a Victorian hunting expedition, complete with bearers and supplies, and plum the depths of my anus.

The mental image of Inspector Bawdy descending into the pink depths of my asshole on a rope, wearing a pith helmet and explorer’s outfit, with Gengar floating beside him like some deranged ghostly sidekick, was so vividly disgusting that it had me screaming with laughter all over again. It was like they’d turned my butthole into the setting of some twisted jungle adventure, and the absurdity of it was making me crack up.

“Ahh, somewhere else! Somewhere else!” I howled and begged for them to focus on another part of my body. I tried to kick them off me, but I had no leverage while they had their weight on my back.

My legs barely moved from the weight holding me down. For a split second, I managed to twist and free my hands from beneath me, but Gengar was too quick. “Poison Gas attack,” he said as he farted on the side of my face.

“You DID not!!”

There were guys at school who would put me on a pedestal and love to treat me like a delicate flower. They would never believe I’d let these two nerds FART on my face while holding me down to use my bare butt as a percussion instrument.

I could have whipped their asses when this began, but now I was at their mercy – unable to shake them off.

Kevin leaned back, his butt pressing down onto the side of my face, pinning me against the mattress as I thrashed beneath him. “That’s right! Gengar always wins!” he shouted, digging his fingers into my ribs with quick, relentless pokes that sent sharp jolts through my entire body. My laughter turned into full-on screaming, my muffled voice barely audible as my face was squished against his weight. My legs twitched uselessly.

Inspector Gadget doubled his efforts, targeting the sensitive creases where my thighs met my ass. Every squeeze and pinch left me wriggling like a fish caught in a net. “The cheeky tart can’t keep her secrets for much longer!” he declared, giving my left cheek a firm slap before resuming his tickling spree.

“What if the Chip is not in her poo-hole at all, Gengar?” Inspector Bawdy asked in his posh accent.

“Then you’d have peanut butter on your fingers for nothing!” Gengar insisted.

“I wipe my butt!! I don’t have a poopy ass,” I shouted into the pillow.

“Oh good,” Inspector Bawdy placed one wet finger at the tip of my anus. “It looks like a wrinkled balloon knot!! The perfect hiding place on a girl agent! Down Periscope, into the POOooop-Shooooottt” Cody drew out the word poop chute to comic effect.

It was so crass that it might have made me laugh if he wasn’t literally drilling for oil in my hiney-hole.

“No!!!!!!!!” I screamed muffled, Cody inserted his finger into me, and I squirted pussy juice all over my sheets instinctively like a grape that had just been squished. It was so audacious and inappropriate that I had no words.

“Oh shit, Katie peed her bed,” Cody slid off of my ass and pulled his finger back out – leaving me with an empty sensation. The finger going in and coming out abruptly felt strangely arousing.

“You little fuckers!” I demanded as the two of them jumped off of my body like rats fleeing a sinking ship and ran out of the room. My little brother flicked the light out as he left – as if I was going to go to sleep.

I lay there, sprawled out on the tangled sheets, my body still trembling from the unexpected wave that had crashed over me. My mind was racing, trying to process the sheer absurdity of what had just happened. The mortified looks on their faces as they bolted from the room played over in my head, but all I could feel was this strange, raw mixture of humiliation and something else I didn’t want to admit—something I didn’t even have words for.

My skin was still flushed, my thighs sticky, and all I could think was, What the hell just happened to me? It wasn’t supposed to feel like that, right? But here I was, staring at the ceiling, my breath ragged, my cheeks burning, and no clue what I thought about it.

I wasn’t angry, I didn’t want vengeance, I didn’t know how to process how things had gotten so far out of hand.

I took a long hot shower, said nothing, thought about nothing, and came downstairs shortly before my parents came home. Cody walks home by himself after they get there. He just lives a few doors down.

They said nothing about it, I said nothing about it.

The next day was Saturday, and I was supposed to babysit again. I wasn’t sure what to make of what had happened, and I felt awkward around my brother all afternoon. I tried not to overthink it.
Tommy sent me a few texts asking if I’d be “up for fucking” and what time he should swing by Saturday night.

I rolled my eyes and typed back, “Yeah, after 9. Just let me know when you’re on your way.” Short, simple, and precisely what he’d expect—no reason to invite questions or go beyond the surface with him.

My parents noticed that I was sullen all day, and my mom asked me what was wrong. I told her I was having my period. She didn’t need to know.

Cody usually arrives at 6 p.m. sharp, but he was a little late. I wondered if he was even coming to the house. It suddenly occurred to me that the guys may be just as freaked out as I was about how things had escalated.

It had been very spontaneous and got out of control quickly. It also occurred to me that if I was really pissed off about it, I shouldn’t want Cody to come over, or at the very least shouldn’t be worried that he won’t. There I was, glancing at the clock every few minutes and listening for the sound of the front door.

My parents hugged and kissed Kevin and me goodbye – completely oblivious. They went out to trivia and bowling nights on weekends with Cody’s parents and a bunch of other people, or sometimes they had date nights with just the two of them.

Cody knocked on the door. I was relieved he came over at all. He was probably a bit freaked out, just like my brother and me. I hadn’t given any thought about what I could or should say to either of them about the night before. I was nervous about even discussing it.

Was I really supposed to say, “So, about last night—when you two jumped on me after I fucked my boyfriend, tickled me until I was a sweaty, exhausted mess, and then shoved your finger up my ass…”?

Until last night, I used to think what I was doing over the past three months was already strange and naughty—babysitting the guys topless and playing the nightly Agent Katie game downstairs.

It felt embarrassing, weird, and exciting all at once. When I acted reluctant at first, it wasn’t entirely play-acting. I made them talk me into it every night, like they had to wear down my resistance, even though I knew how it would go. There were no actual rules, just a loose framework we followed, and little changes happened naturally. It all just sort of evolved, piece by piece, into what it became.

But after last night, everything had shifted. Somehow, it started to feel “safe” and “normal” in its own bizarre way, like we’d crossed a line, and now that line didn’t even exist anymore.

I wondered if they would act like nothing had happened and wished I’d thought through how I was going to respond to whatever they said or did after my parents left.

I went over scenarios in my head.

Maybe they were so freaked out by what happened that they wouldn’t want to do anything anymore. My little brother certainly seemed standoffish—he hadn’t said a word to me about it all day.

Or they might act like it was business as usual, demanding I play the Agent Katie game while topless, pretending last night never happened, and trying to stick to what felt like the new “normal.”

But then, there was the third possibility, the one I couldn’t stop thinking about. What if they wanted to recapture the madness of last night? What if they tickled the hell out of me again after Tommy left? Could they even recreate that mix of spontaneity and chaos?

I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Part of me was undecided, ambivalent even, about what would happen next. But I also knew that if they did come upstairs after last night, they’d probably push things even further.

The way Cody had slid his finger into my “poop chute,” as he so charmingly called it, after such a long buildup, had been an absolute mind fuck. Tommy doesn’t do buildup or foreplay—he just dives right into sex. Cody and Kevin, though? They’d teased and worked me into a state I didn’t even know I could reach.

If the guys were anything like Tommy, they wouldn’t hesitate to go further next time. One finger now—how long until they tried more?

The thought scared me. It also excited me. And the fact that it excited me scared me even more.

I confused myself sometimes.

((not sure what will happen next))

[jojo12026]

Great start! Looking forward to more

[EddieDavidson]

Thanks! Where would you like it to go. I am futzing with it. I think just two chapters, but it's a fun write.

I may have the parents or Tommy find out.

[jojo12026]

I think the parents finding out and maybe taking her clothes or something along those lines. Making her get naked for babysitting or some such.