Two months after sleeping with his old babysitter, Adam gets a surprise visit. A continuation of my short story 'Reconnecting'
“...you asked me if I was in the meth business or the money business. Neither. I’m in the empire business.”
I closed my eyes, breaking my concentration on the show I was watching for the fourth time in the past hour. It wasn’t like I was going to miss anything—I’d seen the show three times all the way through, yet I kept getting distracted by it instead of doing what I was here for.
I glanced at my Bio 201 book and frowned. Maybe turning on the show was a mistake.
With my roommate going home for the weekend, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the empty dorm room and get some serious studying done before my mid-term. I was behind on the work, and I was starting to feel it. This weekend of intense study and work would magically catch me up, allowing me to maintain my grade.
But the siren song of good television wasn’t the only thing calling to me. There was also Alicia.
The girl I’d been seeing was gone for the weekend as well, but just because she wasn’t physically present didn’t mean that she didn’t fight for dominance in my mind. That dimple in her cheek when she gave me that shy smile just wouldn’t stop haunting me, and I found myself tempted to look at porn just to take the edge off what Alicia was doing to me.
If only I could justify it—my morning was already being eaten up by Walt and Jesse… the last thing I needed to do was go on a second gooning session since I had rolled out of bed. My good intentions for the weekend were already starting to show frayed edges.
A knock on the door pulled me from my introspection, and I frowned, wondering who could possibly be knocking on my door mid-morning on a Saturday. Almost everyone I knew was gone for the weekend.
I slid my chair away from my desk, stood up, and approached the door a little cautiously, as if afraid there might be an intruder on the other side. Popping the lock, I cautiously opened it to see who it was.
A pair of gold/green eyes stared at me through the slit in the door, and it took me three whole seconds to realize who I was staring at. “Kayla?”
“Hey, Adam,” Kayla said.
Kayla McHenry had been my babysitter from the ages of eight to twelve, when she was finally able to leave our small town and attend college. According to her, she’d dropped out after meeting the man who would later become her husband. They only stayed married a few years before he left her for a younger woman whose figure hadn’t been ruined by having his child—her words, not mine.
The last thing I would accuse Kayla of was having a ‘ruined’ body, and I would know. After Kayla’s divorce was finalized, her parents convinced her to move back home with her baby and live with them until she could get back on her feet. I discovered all this when I went home for the weekend two months ago and ran into Kayla outside a Walmart parking lot. She invited me back to her place, and after putting her kid down for the night, we ended up having a glass of wine.
That was the night she took my virginity.
We hadn’t spoken since that night. I went back to college, and she stayed at her parents’ house. In our hometown. An hour and a half away.
“Is… everything okay?” I asked.
“Um… yeah,” Kayla said. She looked down the hall she stood in as if afraid someone might see her. “Can I come in?”
“Oh!” I said and backed away as I threw the door open. No matter how confused I was, I didn’t want to be rude to her. “Yeah. Come on.”
Kayla quickly stepped into the room, the tension in her face lessening slightly, and then she hesitated before taking a few extra steps forward, as if her concern over intruding was replacing her fear of being seen.
I shut the door behind her as she stepped into the center of the room, her gaze wandering across the small, messy space. Suddenly, I felt self-conscious. I didn’t expect company, so I hadn’t prepared for it. An empty pizza box lay open on top of the sink—the only remaining evidence of my breakfast. My clothes from yesterday lay in a pile near my bed, and another corner held parts to a PC I was building that I hadn’t finished, thanks to a defective part I was waiting to replace.
“Sorry about the mess,” I said.
Kayla waved off my apology with a small smile. “Adam, please. I’ve been to college. This is spotless compared to some of the places I saw.”
She wandered toward the desk, her eyes drifting over my open Bio 201 book and the messy scatter of notes I’d been studying poorly for the past hour. She reached out and flicked a pen away from the edge of the desk, and I noticed her fingernails had a fresh coat of glossy, dark red polish. “Studying on a Saturday morning? I’m impressed.”
“Trying to,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “Midterm Monday. I figured with my roommate gone, I’d lock in and get caught up.”
“Sounds thrilling,” she teased, but her tone was light. She glanced at the paused episode on my laptop. “You can study with the TV on?”
“Sometimes. It’s mainly background noise,” I said, leaving out how I’d been mesmerized by the show for the past twenty minutes.
Kayla tilted her head, a few strands of her straw-blonde hair falling forward. “Mhm. You always did have a thing for multitasking.” She smiled at the memory, though I wasn’t sure which memory it was—me as a kid refusing to go to bed, or me two months ago learning what she tasted like while taking my socks off.
I stepped around her to clear the pizza box and shove it into the trash. “So… what brings you all the way up here? Did you have something in town?”
She shook her head, walking slowly along the edge of the room like she was mapping the perimeter. “No. My mom took Caleb for the weekend—figured I could use a break.” She glanced back at me, half-smiling. “I learned last night that a break in our little hometown is just… getting some bad Chinese and watching a movie alone in my room.” She bit her lip and looked at me, and I could feel the uncertainty. “I thought I’d drive out and see you. It was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing, and I didn’t call… I hope that’s okay.”
“It’s okay,” I said, though my voice came out more cautious than I meant. We hadn’t talked in two months. She was here… in my dorm. That night with her had been a sealed memory I’d been keeping in a mental box, and now she was flipping the lid open as if it were nothing.
Kayla stopped at the end of my bed, resting a hand on the metal frame. “I never heard back from you,” she said softly.
I swallowed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… yeah. I guess I didn’t know what to say.” I couldn’t look her in the eyes, so I decided to find the bed frame she was caressing more interesting. “You have a kid, and… I’m not there and…”
I had no clue what I was trying to say. “I didn’t want you to feel like I was trying to…”
“To what?” she asked, tilting her head as she studied me.
“I thought you would regret it or something. It’s just… you used to babysit me and… I know what we said, but I didn’t want you to think I was trying to keep something going you didn’t want,” I said. “And I’m never home. Stuff kept coming up, and when weeks went by, I wasn’t sure what to say… then I was just afraid you hated me for never coming back or...”
Every explanation sounded dumb.
Her eyes softened, gold-green catching the dim light. “Adam, I enjoyed that night, and I don’t regret it. Do you?”
“No,” I said without hesitation.
She gave me a hesitant smile, her eyes bright. “Good.”
A few moments of silence passed as neither of us knew how to continue through the awkwardness. Finally, Kayla looked around the room again, as if it were some foreign country. “So… how’s school?”
I leaned against the desk, still feeling off-balance. “Busy. Hard, but I’m doing okay. Keeping above a three-point-five GPA. What about you? I mean…” I felt the need to clarify that I wasn’t asking about her school since I didn’t think that’s what she was doing. “Are you still living with your parents?”
Kayla nodded. “I’m working part-time while Caleb’s in daycare. I’m saving up so I can move out in the next month. My parents don’t mind us living there, but I’m ready to get out and find a place of my own. It’s not a lot of money, but they’re hoping to get me to full-time by the end of the month. Being divorced sucks. I don’t recommend it.”
She sat down on the edge of my bed like she’d decided the conversation would last a while. The mattress dipped under her weight, and my first thought was that she probably remembered tucking me in all those years ago. Except now my sheets weren’t covered in superhero prints, and the woman sitting there wasn’t just the girl down the street.
For a moment, she didn’t speak, eyes drifting to the paused laptop again. The soft hum of the mini fridge filled the silence.
“I hate it,” she eventually said. “Being single. Being a single mom. I mean, I love Caleb, but…” She trailed off, shaking her head like finishing the thought would make her feel guilty.
“I get it,” I said quietly.
“No, you don’t.” She glanced over, catching herself before coming across too sharp. “Sorry. I just mean… it’s lonely in a way you can’t describe. You have people around, but…” She shrugged.
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just nodded. My mind was already trying to piece together why she’d come here, why now, why me.
It looked like Kayla was about to cry. She stared at the middle distance and blinked a few times, seeming to rein in her emotions before continuing. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to go into that. It’s not your problem. You… we barely know each other well enough for that, and that’s not why I’m here.”
I was just about to ask her why she was here when she changed the subject.
“You ever find someone to date?” she asked her voice lighter, almost casual.
“Yeah,” I admitted. “Maybe. I’ve been talking to a girl named Alicia. We met in my history class. Been on a couple of dates.”
Kayla raised an eyebrow. “How’s that going?”
I hesitated. “Good. She’s nice. We’ve… gotten to third base.”
Her lips quirked. “Third base? What are you, fourteen?”
“You got to third base when you were fourteen?” I asked, recalling some of my late-night imaginings of my old babysitter when I was that age.
Kayla snorted. “No! And that’s not what I meant! It just makes you sound like you’re a little kid just starting high school.”
I chuckled. “Oh… well, it’s just… I just meant that she’s cautious. You know?”
“Mhm.” Kayla’s gaze lingered on me a second too long. “And how does she compare?”
“To who?”
Her eyes narrowed, silently accusing me of playing dumb. “To me.”
That landed like a rock in my stomach, and I looked at my Biology book with sudden longing.
I swallowed. “She’s… different.”
“Different how?”
“She’s cute. Small. Five-two, maybe. Slender. Kayla, you—” I stopped, realizing I was about to say too much.
“Go on,” she said, leaning forward just enough for the neckline of her sweatshirt to shift, giving me a flash of skin I remembered tasting.
“You’re… different.”
Her eyes pierced me, and my stomach churned as I watched her slowly curl the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip before pulling it between her teeth. “Different in a good way, I hope.”
“Oh, there’s no comparison,” I said, “You’ve always been one of those girls a boy dreams about.” I could feel my cheeks burning, but it was the truth, and she clearly wanted to hear it, if not needed.
Her smile was slow, as if she were storing the compliment for later. “I’m surprised you never called me back, then. It’s hard for a girl not to take that personally.”
I could feel my face burning even hotter. “I’m sorry.”
This time, it was her turn to look a little guilty. “No, I’m sorry. I’m not here to make you feel bad, I just… wanted to see you again.” She glanced at my desk. “I’m sorry I interrupted your study session.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I have the rest of the day, and all day tomorrow, if I need.” I glanced back at the books. “Worst case scenario, I can always pull an all-nighter or two.”
“Think you could pull off a decent grade just by studying through the night?” Kayla asked.
“If I was desperate enough.”
When she didn’t respond, I glanced back at her to find her studying me with an intensity I hadn’t expected.
“Like I said… my mom took Caleb for the weekend…”
She didn’t say anything else. She didn’t have to. The way she said it made it sound less like an offer and more like a proposition. My pulse picked up.
She stood, crossing the short distance between us, her generous hips filling out her jeans in a way that made it hard not to stare. As she reached me, her fingertips brushed my chest, light at first, then drifting lower. I could smell her perfume now—something floral and faintly sweet.
“You ever think about that night?” she asked softly, her eyes drifting down me briefly before finally meeting mine.
“All the time,” I said before I could stop myself.
Her lips curved. “Me too.”
We stood there for a long moment, the air thick between us, the laptop still frozen on Walt and Jesse like they were waiting to see what happened next.
Her hand lingered low on my stomach, fingertips tracing lazy patterns over the cotton of my t-shirt like she was memorizing the terrain.
“You’ve gotten taller,” she murmured, eyes scanning me in a way that felt nothing like babysitter nostalgia. “Broader, too. I didn’t pick up on just how much last time. I guess I was kind of distracted by…” For some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to finish that sentence.
“What we did?” I offered.
She nodded, hesitantly at first, but then a little more firmly. “Yeah. I’ve… I’m not kidding when I said I think about it all the time.”
That landed like a spark in dry grass. The air between us seemed to shift, as if the room had drawn in a breath. Kayla’s thumb hooked lightly under the hem of my shirt, just enough to brush skin, and it was ridiculous how that tiny touch could short-circuit every responsible thought I’d had all weekend.
Kayla stared at the hem of my shirt as she said, ”God… I know how weird this all is, considering what we used to be.” Her eyes met mine. “But I’ve thought about it almost every night when I’m in bed trying to go to sleep.”
I knew what she meant by that. Truth be told, I had gotten off remembering that night more times than not, and I’d had distractions like Alicia to keep me occupied.
“Have you?” She asked, searching my face as if looking for the answer she wanted.
I swallowed. “Yeah. All the time.”
Her hand slid up my chest, over my collarbone, to the side of my neck. The contact was light, exploratory, as if she were probing for permission without actually asking me verbally for it. My pulse pounded under her fingers.
“Adam…” She said as if she were tasting my name for the first time.
I leaned in without meaning to, and she didn’t move away. Our foreheads brushed, the faintest contact, and for a second, we stayed there, breathing the same air.
When our lips met, it was unhurried—more of a tentative rediscovery than a molten collision. Her mouth was warm, soft, and the taste of her pulled me straight back to that night on her couch. I felt her sigh against me, felt the way her fingers curled slightly at my neck, as if she were anchoring herself to this moment.
I kissed her back harder, my hands finding her waist, the curve of her hips under the sweatshirt. She stepped closer, closing the last inch between us, her body fitting against mine in a way that made it hard to remember we were standing in my dorm room at all.
When she finally pulled back, her eyes stayed closed for a moment, like she wasn’t ready to open them and see the space between us again. Then she smiled—slow, knowing.
“I’ve missed that,” she said.
“So have I,” I rasped. My tongue darted across my upper lip nervously, and I could taste the remnants of her kiss.
“Good point,” I said. Our tiny-ass hometown was filled with men, but they were all either over the age of fifty-five, married with three kids, or probably not dating material for a myriad of reasons. Half of the population of fifteen hundred didn’t leave a single mom in her mid-twenties with many options.
She stared up at me, her eyes full of questions as she waited for me to make a move. She’d been the aggressor so far, driving all the way here and trapping me between her and my desk to kiss me. It was my turn to make a move on her.
“The whole weekend, huh?” I asked.
A ghost of a smile traced her lips. “I don’t have to be home till tomorrow afternoon. If you want, we could spend the next twenty-four hours together, doing all kinds of things.”
“We could… keep doing this,” I said and dipped my head back down to press my lips to hers. I felt a small intake of air just before my mouth covered hers—a gasp. We kissed again. It was soft, her lips pliant against mine. I felt her tongue tentatively tease against my skin, testing the waters, and I opened up to invite it in. She carefully pressed forward into my mouth until she tasted my skin.
Her hand slid around my neck, joined by the other as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and sank into the kiss. My hands rested on her jean-clad hips and kept her close to me.
After a few minutes of intense making out, she broke the kiss, taking a shuddering breath as her eyes fluttered open. “Yeah,” she said, a little breathlessly. “I’d like to keep doing that.”
She slid one hand from my neck and grabbed one of mine, guiding it under the hem of her hoodie so my fingers brushed bare skin. “We could do this too,” she said, staring at me through her lashes.
I swallowed hard as my fingertips came in contact with her naked flesh. I remembered the way she felt two months ago when we’d first been intimate. I honestly didn’t think anything like this would happen again, and yet here we were talking about spending an entire day together.
I pushed my hand higher, traveling up her smooth skin and experiencing the impossible softness under her clothes. The touch of her was something I’d thought about a lot since that night, and now that I had the chance to experience it all over again, I savored every moment.
The sweater bunched around my wrist as I explored higher, revealing her body underneath just above the waistline of jeans that fit snug without being too tight. While she wouldn’t have been chosen to grace a Victoria’s Secret catalogue, she’d lost a lot of the weight a mother puts on during pregnancy. I gripped the hem of her sweater and hauled it over her head, Kayla lifting her arms to assist. Once discarded to the floor, she was left with nothing but a light blue bra—nothing fancy. It was honest. It said that here stood a woman who didn’t have much, but she was still a woman with needs and desires, and a pretty bra that she hoped the man who took it off of her would enjoy.
Any man would have been so lucky.
Kayla watched me closely, her smile a touch brittle, and I remembered that she’d seemed a little insecure last time. Hadn’t my interest put those concerns to rest?
“I hope you still like me,” she whispered, shifting a little where she stood.
My eyes roamed her body. Signs of her pregnancy still lingered. Barely visible veins peered from under the waist of her jeans—stretch marks and cellulite from months of carrying a human inside of her. There were a few along the sides of her large breasts. Her belly was soft and only a little rounded from those last few pounds of stubborn baby weight, but if I had to guess, she’d lost a few more pounds since we last saw each other.
None of that mattered, though. She was still gorgeous! The same near-flawless skin that glowed under light. The same subtle flush even when faced with the mildest exertion.
I met her gaze again. “You’re beautiful, Kayla. Why wouldn’t I like you?”
She broke out into a full smile again, vibrant pink creeping into her pale cheeks. “I’m not Alicia.”
“You’re more beautiful than her,” I said.
“That’s sweet, but you don’t have to say that,” Kayla said, the blush deepening.
“I’m not just saying it,” I insisted.
“I don’t—”
Feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss her again, I leaned back in and cut off her words, my hands wandering over her as we made out. They eventually found their way to the button on her pants, and I began to fumble with it until I finally felt it pop free. I immediately began pulling the fly apart, the zipper popping as the clasp was forced down the teeth. Hooking my thumbs in the hem, I broke the kiss and dragged the denim over her hips and down her legs so that they pooled on the floor over her feet.
Kayla only gave me a few moments to admire her before she grasped my hands and dragged me toward my bed, leaving her shoes and pants behind. I followed, and as we made our way to the bed, she grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head with one fluid motion. Once again, I found myself sandwiched between my bed and my old babysitter as she positioned me in such a way that she was able to give my bare chest a gentle shove that sent me stumbling back onto my bed.
She climbed onto my lap, cupped my cheeks in both her palms as she placed one leg on the bed, then the other, straddling my lap as she settled on it. “There’s other stuff we can do, Adam,” she whispered.
I stared up into the eyes of the woman who watched me grow up for four years… the woman I’d dreamed about for years after, and had played on repeat in my head for the past two months. She leaned in and planted her lips on mine for another kiss—this one chaste and sweet. Then her fingers slid off my face; she reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall away so that her bountiful breasts spilled forth, freed from their confines. Kayla discarded the bra and simply sat in my lap, presenting me with tits that had haunted my dreams.
They were large, full breasts that rested naturally on her chest, with dark pink areolae that clashed beautifully with her ivory skin. Sitting in the center were thick, prominent, dark pink nipples that simply begged to be sucked and chewed on.
I didn’t need any other cue than the one she’d just given me. Whatever shyness I’d felt during our conversation had melted away with her kisses. The dregs that remained evaporated as soon as she put her tits in my face. I leaned forward and began to lather her soft skin with my lips and tongue, working my way around and closer to the beautiful center of her right breast—toward the nipple.
“Yes,” she hissed, her hands gripping my shoulders as she buried her face in my hair. “Oh god… Adam.
My lips skated across her silky smoothness until I found the rough nub of her nipple. I slipped my mouth over it, and sucked hard, running my lips back and forth over her sensitive little bud.
“Remember how I like it,” she moaned. “You can be rough with me. I won’t break.”
I remembered… and I obliged.
My teeth sank into the sensitive, rubbery bundle of nerves as the tip of my tongue ran back and forth over it. I simultaneously reached up and grabbed her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting on the one not in my mouth while I chewed on the one I tasted.
Kayla immediately went wild, and I couldn’t help but wonder how she’d survived breastfeeding with such sensitive nipples—if she breastfed, that is.
My former babysitter’s hips rolled back and forth against me, her perfectly manicured fingernails digging into my cotton-clad shoulders as she whined. I instinctively wrapped my free arm around her waist to keep her from getting away and pulled her tighter against me.
Oh, Adam,” Kayla gasped. “It’s been so long… you were the last one to do this. They’ve been so lonely without you to suck on them.”
My shorts were quickly losing room as I kept getting more turned on by each passing moment, and my head was swimming with possibilities. I had an entire twenty-four hours with this beautiful woman. We could fuck countless times in my bed without fear of anyone walking in on us. There would be no friends showing up at my door… no roommate walking in unexpectedly… no Alicia to interrupt us. It was just the two of us—Kayla and Adam.
We wouldn’t have to leave this dorm room if we didn’t have to.
I spent the next few minutes considering the possibilities for the rest of the day and night as my lips explored her body. True to her desires, I left teeth marks all over her ivory skin, doing my best to chew on her nipples and surrounding tit flesh without doing any real or serious damage. She begged me for it, asking me to mark her… to give her souvenirs that would take days or even a week to recover from.
Only a few minutes had passed before we were both driven into a frenzy. Kayla got off my lap, hooked her thumbs in her panties, and slid them down her legs. She dropped to her knees in front of me with them still around her ankles and gave my shorts the same treatment.
Unlike her jeans, my shorts were athletic attire, so there were no fasteners, buttons, or zippers. I lifted my hips as she drew them down my thighs, along with my underwear. In mere moments, I was sitting bare-assed on my bed, in nothing but a t-shirt, as my old babysitter inhaled my cock between her lips.
Last time, she’d only gotten halfway down my cock on her first plunge before I released my load. This time, I had the benefit of having cum just a couple of hours ago when I’d first awakened, so I had more stamina, which meant I would be a lot less likely to blow my load and embarrass myself.
However, my staying power wasn’t tested by her oral assault. She wasn’t interested in blowing me to completion… she only stayed down there long enough to make sure I was hard and well lubricated. With only four or five downstrokes, Kayla removed my pole from her mouth, a liberal amount of saliva hanging between her lips and my cock by multiple strands that broke as she stood up.
She wasted no time climbing on top of me, reaching between her legs to grasp my member and dropping on top of it. My cock head easily found the opening of her pussy, and easily slid inside her as Kayla descended back into my lap.
The feeling of her warm, wet canal engulfing me in a single motion was almost too good, and whatever confidence I had in my ability to maintain my stamina began slipping. It was mirrored by her tongue invading my mouth as she let out a long, plaintive moan, and I could taste the longing and desperation of a woman who had been abandoned. She’d been left all alone with a baby and hadn’t found anyone to be close to… except me.
I dropped onto my back, and brought her with me, her formidable chest crushed against mine as we continued to kiss as she rode me. Her lightly curled hair fell around my face like a curtain, a perfect representation of how she was hiding me from my duties and responsibilities.
My hips thrust up to meet her crotch with each downward motion, and we found a rhythm that worked for both of us… something we could concentrate on to accompany our moans as we tried to drown out the squeaking of the old dorm bed. Her hands wandered over my face, my chest, my neck, and shoulders. Mine wandered down her naked back, tracing the hourglass line of her waist. I reached down and took her prominent ass in both hands, helping drive her into me with each thrust as we devoured each other.
I came much sooner than I would have liked and spilled my seed deep inside her, which set her off into a frenzied climax. She held me against her chest, burying my face in her soft breast as she came, her head thrown back as she cried out loud enough that I was sure someone had to hear.
As soon as she’d come down from her orgasm, she dismounted and scurried down my body. I watched in fascination as she inhaled deeply from our mixed scents before slurping up my still-hard cock and beginning to fellate me, sucking all the juices off of me regardless of who they belonged to. She hummed and moaned around my cock as her gorgeous, full lips ran up and down my length, and I simply stared down at her, pulling some of her hair out of the way so I could get a full view of her pretty face on my cock.
I knew I should take this for what it was—a horny, single mother who was fulfilling a need, in a most perverted way, but I couldn’t help it. Staring down at her as she cast her golden green eyes up at me with her mouth full of my cock… part of me wanted this to continue forever. She’d been my dream for so long…
Having cleaned me off, Kayla pushed me down on my back, and lay beside me, taking me in her hand and slowly pumping me as she propped her head up so she could look down into my face. She had a half-smile on her face that was one part cute and two parts sexy. One of her breasts lay partially on my arm, the nipple pressed into my skin.
My cock began to lurch under her touch, and I could feel its flagging hard-on begin to renew.
“How long does it take you to get hard again?” she asked.
“Not long,” I said, palming her tit in one hand.
“Good,” she whispered. “Because I want to get as much use out of you as I can.”
And as good as that sounded, deep down, part of me wondered what kind of price I was going to pay, because it sounded like I’d get very little sleep before my mid-term.
Staring back at her, though, I decided I could always sleep when I was dead. This might be the only shot I have with my old babysitter.
I rolled onto my side, careful to make sure she was able to keep her grip on my cock, and buried my face in her neck, kissing her tenderly as I reached down to sink my fingers into Kayla’s pussy, each of us preparing the other for what came next.
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