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NOTE: This is the FULL first installment. I tried to post this before but somehow messed it up. Sorry for the inconvenience.
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Just a note: I am not a female. I wrote this as a challenge. Enjoy!
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I sat in my desk so restlessly. I watched in agony as the second hand took its time dancing around the clock's face. How I was ready for school to be out today, tomorrow, forever.

I was ready for my just-blossoming senior year to end. Fully fed-up with the High School lifestyle, I anticipated the following months, every day bringing me one step closer to graduation.

I was 18, the world was waiting for me. After High School, I'd be leaving the town of College Park and heading clear to the other side of the country to attend UCLA. I hadn't even thought about what to study once I got there, I was just ready to get away.

5 more minutes to go.

During my happier times, I could look ahead and feel anxious of the times to come during my final tenure at C.P. High. I was genuinely excited for softball season.

I'd managed to keep myself in good condition, physically, since our last season ended. I was a tan 5'6 brunette. My brown eyes often gave the impression I was day dreaming...for good reason.

I wouldn't say I had a killer body...just because I don't like to toot my own horn. The guys seemed to like me just fine, and they often helped me pass the time.

I was young and had no plans of legitimately settling down, but I enjoyed going on a date now and then.

I was dating a wonderful guy named Shawn. Shawn was in my grade and had jet-black hair and was a defensive tackle on our football team. Feeling comfortable enough with him, I allowed Shawn to take my virginity the previous month.

I liked sex. I wasn't a craved maniac, but when the proper occasion arose, I was happy to oblige Shawn with his desires.

Finally, the bell rang.

This bell meant so much more to me than any normal run-of-the-mill bell. This bell brought the weekend to me. It was Friday. Finally!

I grabbed my belongings and exited the class room, my tight jeans hugging my hips. From my pocket, I could feel my phone begin to vibrate.

I pulled my phone out to see I had received a text message from "Shawn<3". I opened the message.

"Can't make it 2nite. Work." It read.

Ugh. This put a damper on my plans. I was set to spend an enchanted evening with my boy-toy. Now, I was out on my own.

I didn't bother to text Shawn back. I'm sure he wasn't surprised. I made my way out of the school and began my short walk home.

I opened my front door and laid my belongings on the floor.

"Hey, honey." I heard my mom greet me.

"Hey." I replied.

"How was school?" she asked.

"Good." I said. "How was your day?"

My mom proceeded to tell about her day of grocery shopping, errands, and the general ins and outs. She was interrupted by a phone call.

"Hello?" I heard my mom answer. "Good, and you? Uh-huh. Well, I'll ask."

Mom placed the receiver on the counter top.

"Mogan?" She called to me.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"Mrs. Sutherland wants to know if you can babysit Keith tonight." She informed me.

"Umm...sure." I said.

"Morgan says she'd love to." My mom said into the phone. "Alright. Alright. You take care. Uh-huh. Bye."

Mom walked over to me.

"Be there at 6." She told me.

"Isn't Keith like 14?" I asked.

"I think so." Mom answered.

"So what do they need me for?" I asked.

"Because he's 14. They just need someone to make sure he stays out of trouble while they're away." She said.

"Did she say what time they'd be back?" I asked.

"She said to bring an overnight bag, just in case." Mom said.

Great, I thought. I'd baby-sat for Keith before. He really wasn't any trouble at all. I just didn't think babysitting on a Friday night was very galmorous. Could be worse. Those 4 year old Pistone twins down the street really gave me a headache.

I made my way to my room. I put my iPod on it's charger. I'd at least have that tonight when things got boring. I decided it was a good time to shower. I wasn't dirty, I just loved to shower.

I walked to my dresser and picked out a pink bra and panties matching combo, a pair of capri's, and a blue shirt.

I took my clothes into the bathroom and laid them down. I removed my current garments and stepped into the shower. I got a small excitement from the hot water. I think that's why I loved to shower; the hot water beating the smooth skin of my body.

When I was done, I turned my shower off and stepped out. I dried myself and rubbed my leg. I called an audible and decided to shave my legs. Even though I couldn't be with Shawn tonight, maybe he'd come around tomorrow.

I covered my legs with shaving cream and scraped the stubble away. Deciding that since I was already in shave mode, I went ahead and scraped the non-existant hair from around my vagina.

All set.

I slipped on my panties, capri's, bra, and shirt. I took my shoulder-length hair and tied it up. I exited the bathroom and walked back out to my living room.

"Do you wanna eat before you go?" My mom asked.

"No. I'm sure I'll find something if I get hungry." I said.

It was kind of early, but I decided to head down to the Sutehrlands. The air outside was cool, but not cold. I was comfortable in my chosen attire.

I made my way to the Sutherland door. I knocked and Mrs. Sutherland welcomed me in.

"Morgan, how are you?" She asked.

"Oh, good." I said. "Sorry I'm early. Just thought you two could leave earlier if you wanted."

"Fabulous!" Mrs. Sutherland replied.

Just then, Mr. Sutherland made his way to the door.

"Oh...hello, Morgan." He said.

"Heya." I said.

Mr. Sutherland's eyes lingered on me just a bit too long.

"George, do you have a problem with leaving early?" Mrs. Sutherland asked.

"No. No problem. Beat the traffic." He said.

He was right. The Sutherlands were attending a gala in Washington, D.C., six miles away from College Park, Maryland. Those six miles were a killer once inside the D.C. metro area.

"I think Keith is in his room." Mrs. Sutherland informed me. "Just make sure he doesn't sneak out or have anyone over."

"Oh, his friends like to come over?" I asked.

"Not so much his friends. He's got a girlfriend now. We don't want those two together, unsupervised." She said.

"Oh. I gotcha." I said with a giggle.

"Well, make yourself at home. Just tell Keith if you need anything." She said.

"Will do. You guys have fun tonight." I said.

With that, the Sutherlands exited their home. I heard their car pull out. I let out a long sigh and made my way upstairs to Keith's room.

I knocked on the door. I knew what COULD be going on beyond the door. It was in my best interest to knock first.

"Yeah?" I heard.

I opened the door. Keith was sitting on his floor playing some video games. He was wearing a pair of red shorts. No shirt.

"Hey, Keith." I said.

"Hey, Morgan." He replied.

"Just wanted to let you know I'm here. Your parents just left." I said.

"Uh-huh." He replied, eyes glued on his game.

"Well, I'll be downstairs." I said.

I closed Keith's door and made my way back downstairs. I plopped down on the couch and started watching some movie.

After awhile, I heard Keith's door open and he made his way downstairs. He opened his refrigerator and poured something in a glass. He came into the living room and sat down in a recliner on the other side of the room. He sat his glass on a side table.

This gave me my first good look at Keith. At 14, his years in baseball had done him well. He wasn't ripped, but definitely had some fine definition to his body. He was a few inches taller than I was, and his brown hair was neatly kept.

"Whatchu watchin'?" He asked.

"I don't know. Some movie." I said.

"Oh. Nice to see you pay attention." He said, teasing.

"Well, I can't really pay attention. I have to keep an eye on you." I said.

"Yeah, yeah." He said.

"I can't believe your parents think you need a babysitter." I said.

"Me either. They just don't turst me." He said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"They're just like that. They don't trust a teenager. They've been on my back since I started dating Kristina." He said.

"Yeah, your mom told me you had a girlfriend now." I said.

"Figures. I guess they think I'm gonna have her come over here and have a wild time." He said.

"Would you have?" I asked.

"I don't know." He answered.

"Is it serious?" I asked.

"What?" He asked me, confused.

"You and this girl. Are you serious?" I asked.

"I'm 14. What do you think?" He said.

"Just curious." I said. "Didn't know if you guys were gettin' hot and heavy or not."

"Nah. Not really." He said.

I decided to push my luck.

"Have you guys like...done stuff?" I asked.

I was curious. I didn't know what the kids were doing these days.

"Yeah." He said, shifting in his seat. If he was uncomfortable, he wasn't gonna show it.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Huh?" He asked.

"What have you two done?" I asked again.

"Well...I fingered her. At the movies, she gave me a hand job." He said, looking away from me.

I started to wonder what that would look like...

"Oh...well that's not so bad." I said, not wanting to freak Keith out.

Keith nodded his head.

"What's she look like?" I asked.

"Well...kinda like you." He said.

This let my mind wander in questionable ways.

Feeling hot, I stood up.

"Come on, Keithy. Let's get something to eat." I said.

Keith sat there for a minute. When he finally got up, it was obvious what the delay had been. A long, thick bulge was running up the length of his shorts. Apparently getting an erection, he had attempted to hide it by sticking the top in his waistband.

Keith and I sat down and had some sandwiches. We continued to talk about relationships.

"So where's your man?" He asked. "Shouldn't you be out doing something on a Friday night?"

"Oh...he's...dumb." I said, laughing.

"Why's that?" He asked, turning the questioning onto me.

I wasn't gonna hold anything back.

"He has to work. We don't get a lot of together time." I said.

"That's terrible." Said Keith, looking in my eyes.

I agreed.

"So what about you?" he asked.

"What about me?" I said. I was gonna make him say it.

"What all have you guys done?" He asked.

"Oh...you know." I said.

"No...tell me." He said, laying his sandwich down.

"Well...you name it." I said.

"Has he...fingered you?" He asked.

"Yup." I said.

"Have you...given him a handjob?" He asked.

"Yup." I said.

"Blowjob?" He asked.

"Yup." I answered.

"Sex?" He asked.

"Of course." I said.

"Damn." Keith said, lowering his head. "I wish Kristina would."

"Hey." I said, putting my hand on his. "You just have to wait. You're young. It'll happen when it'll happen."

Keith turned his hand over and held mine.

"I hope so." He said, looking straight into my eyes.

I locked his gaze for a long time. Finally, coming to my senses, I withdrew my hand. What was I thinking? He was 14.

We finished our meal and Keith announced he was going back to his room. To do what, I could guess.

I sat on the couch and started watching another boring movie. As time passed, I decided I'd slip into my pajama's incase I fell asleep.

That's when I realized...I forgot my bag. I was so anxious to get out of the house I forgot my clothes and even my iPod.

We didn't live in a dangerous area, and it wasn't pitch-black out, but I was too lazy to walk back to my house to get my belongings.

I decided to go check on Keith.

I knocked on his door and waited for his answer.

"Yeah." He said.

I opened the door. The smell of baby-oil filled the room. Keith was on the floor, playing his game once again.

"What's up?" He asked.

"I'm bored." I said.

"What do you wanna do?" He asked.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do...but he was 14.

"I don't know." I said, collapsing on his bed.

"Wanna watch a movie?" he asked.

That was the last thing on my list.

"Sure." I said.

Keith turned his game off and turned on some movie channel. The movie had a bunch of cops running around trying to catch a killer.

"Bet I'm the first girl in your bed." I said, smiling.

"Sure are." Keith said.

"Then that also makes me the prettiest girl to ever be in your bed." I said, lauging.

"Yup." He said.

I hugged his pillow as I half-heartedly stared at the screen. Keith was bored with the movie too.

"So what do you like?" Keith bravely asked.

"About what?" I asked. I was toying with him.

"You know...like from a guy." He said.

"Hmm." I thought for a second. "I love getting kissed on the neck. I think it's hott. I like to have sex...not just fuck, ya know?"

"Not really..." Keith said.

"Oh, yeah. Forgot." I said with a giggle. "What do you like?"

"I liked the handjob. It was great. That's about all I have, though." he said.

"Can I ask you something, Keith?" I said.

Keith's eyes perked up.

"Yeah...what?" He asked.

"Why does it smell like baby-oil in here? It's really strong." I said.

Keith's face ran red.

"Dunno." He said.

I decided I needed to find out. I followed the scent as best I could. I lifted his comforter and found the source.

"What's this?" I asked, removing a Ziploc bag from between his mattress and box springs.

"It's uh...uh...I dunno." He said.

I examined the bag. Inside was definitely a small amount of baby-oil. It looked like there was also a large glob of pearly white lotion inside.

I laid the bag down and resumed my resting position.

Keith began to sprawl his legs out, resting on his hands behind him.

"Keith, if you wanna lay down, you can come up here." I said.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Of course!" I said.

Keith stood, his new erection kind of obvious in his basketball shorts.

Keith laid behind me, propping his head on an extended arm. I secretly began to scoot back, rubbing my ass against his erection. To the best of Keith's knowledge, this had been an accident.

I felt Keith's hips roll back, attempting to hide what had just happened.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Nothing. Trying to get comfortable." He said.

"Alright then." I said.

A few minutes passed.

"You know, you're a pretty cool babysitter. You don't treat me like a little kid." He said.

"I know. Well, you're kind of mature anyways. That helps." I said.

"I wish there were girls like you my age." he said.

"Well, you can always talk to me." I said. "Where's your phone? I'll give you my number."

Keith reached in his pocket and gave me his phone. After putting in my number, I began to explore. I went into his pictures and began to look through. One picture, a picture of breasts, caught my attention.

"Ohh...who do these belong to?" I asked.

"Uh...Kristina." He said.

"They're kind of cute." I said. "A little small, though."

"Yours are bigger?" He asked.

I grabbed his hand and placed it over my right breast...outside of the shirt, of course.

"You tell me." I said.

"Definitely." He said.

I allowed him to squeeze for a few minutes. I grabbed his wrist and wrapped his arm around my torso, giving him no choice but to scoot closer, ramming his cock against my back.

"Getting a little excited?" I asked, lauging.

"Huh?" He asked.

I reached back and hit his hard cock through his shorts.

"That." I said.

"Oh...yeah..." He said.

I laughed again and held his arm around me.

A few more minutes of the movie passed. I could feel Keith's hot breath on my neck. I felt his free hand swoop down and brush the straggling hair from my neck.

He leaned his head down and gently kissed me on the neck. Once. To see how I would react.

"You're not gonna get anywhere if you stop that soon." I said.

Keith lowered his head again and kissed my neck multiple times. His arm, which had been around my torso, was inching it's way up until he was once again groping my breast.

I turned my head toward him and kissed him, teaching him the finer points of tongue.

I started to sit up and leaned him back, to a laying position. I straddled his torso and kept kissing him. His hands tightly grabbed my ass. I kissed down his chest, down his stomach, and just below his belly button.

I wrapped the tips of my fingers around his waistband and looked at him.

"So this will be your first blowjob?" I asked, smiling.

"Oh, God...yes." He said.

I pulled his shorts down and off. His cock was alive. It was roughly 6 inches and reasonably thick. He was neatly shaven.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began pumping.

"Oh, God..." he moaned.

"Mmm...you like that?" I asked.

Keith managed to shake his head. I could tell he really wanted it.

I opened my mouth and licked the tip of his cock. His body shook. I opened my mouth and went down as far as I could. I repeated this motion several times.

I began to suck just on the head and ran my hand up and down his shaft, pumping him.

This being his first blowjob, it was too much for him.

"Ahh...Morgan...I'm cumming!" He yelled.

I removed my mouth, but a shot of hot cum had already found it's mark. It wasn't bad. I swallowed it.

The rest of him erupted onto my hand and his pelvis.

I kept pumping him, his penis so sensitive, every motion made him quake.

"Mmm. Pretty nice." I said.

"Freakin' great." He replied.

I laid on top of him, his cock pressing my stomach, and kissed him some more.

What a great night this could be...
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2009-12-06 18:32:31
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2009-10-30 12:55:26
I M GONNA READ THE PART 2 !! oooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhhh

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