James Wellington - The Young Baby-sitter

The last couple arrived soon after.

Stacey was a cute thirteen-year-old who was just going into eighth grade.

She had a really nice, slim, shapely body and thick red hair that hung down below her shoulders. As with most girls her age she had small, round breasts perched high up on her chest and a cute, round ass that was shown off nicely by the very short, tight, black jean skirt she was wore. And, like most red-heads, she had very pale, almost white skin and a freckled nose that curved up slightly. She was a very attractive young girl and right away I had visions in my head about what I would like to do with her if I had the chance that night.

She came into the house holding hands with the young boy who accompanied her. Matt was entering his sophomore year in high school. Molly explained that Stacey and Matt had been going together for almost two years and that they were really into the boyfriend-girlfriend thing. The two of them had been coming to these organized sex parties for the past year as a place they could get together and have sex without having to worry about getting caught by their parents.

Molly said she'd heard that Stacey's mom had almost caught 'em fucking in Stacey's bedroom one day after school. They heard the care drive into the garage and barely managed to get their clothes on before Stacey's mom walked into the room. Now, they came to the parties so they could do things and not have to be concerned about getting caught. Molly told me that they were really fun to watch because they really got into doing sex stuff, though the two kids never did anything sexual with anyone else at the parties. That disappointed me.

Before they arrived Molly explained that the two of them were neighbors and lived across the street from each other. Apparently, they had played together since they were little kids, but in the fall of Stacey's sixth grade year, when Matt had started eighth grade, they had begun to take walks together in the evening. Both sets of the kids' parents were good friends and they approved of the blossoming relationship and thought it was "cute" to see the two of them walking down the street together in the fading light of the fall dusk.

At first the walks were pretty innocent: just casual talk, though the two young kids sensed their heated attraction to each other but didn't know quite what to do about it. One evening they sat together on the grass in a secluded wooded area near their homes and, during one of those long moments of silence when you know something is about to happen but you're not quite sure what it is, they turned to each other and kissed.

The heat quickly became a fire and the fire became very hot as, nearly every evening after that, the two youngsters headed out for a leisurely walk knowing full well they would end up in their private wooded spot, their small, wet mouths and tongues licking and twisting together.

During the third week they were together, Matt finally became brave enough to reach for her small, developing breast mounds and Stacey felt the intense wet heat between her legs as the boy squeezed her ripening little tits. She didn't tell him to stop because she didn't want him to stop because it felt so good and was so exciting, and this became a common activity for the kids.

Becoming even more bold the following week, the eighth grade boy reached over and fumbled with the buttons on the front of her shirt as he pulled them open. Stacey had to reach around behind her and help him release the catches on her bra so his small, quivering hands could caress the tender nakedness of her sensitive little breasts. It was a new step in their growing physical relationship and the thrill was intoxicating to both the youngsters.

Stacey knew a couple other sixth grade girls in her class who had already allowed boys feel their tits through their shirts, but she didn't know anyone else who had let a boy take their bra off and play with their naked boobs, and she was secretly very proud of her maturity.

Telling her mother that the old ones didn't fit anymore, she went shopping for some new bras and bought the kind that had a clasp in the front. She knew that Matt would be able to open them and get at her sensitive little nipples with his fingers and hands much easier and much faster. She always wore one of them along with a button-front shirt whenever they went out together. Without a word exchanged between them, both of the kids knew where they would end up and what they would be doing before the evening was over. They both eagerly looked forward to it.

The cooler fall weather eventually chased them inside, and soon they both hurried home every afternoon from school, Matt from junior high and Stacey from her grade school, to meet at Stacey's house and spend some time together before either their parents got home from work. Stacey was the youngest child in her family and the only one left at home, so they knew they wouldn't be bothered or discovered.

As soon as Stacey let Matt in the door the two young kids would run up to her bedroom, mouths and tongues swirling together, their hands already touching, feeling, caressing, their youthful burning sexual hunger flaming almost out of control as they headed up the stairs. Matt quickly became an expert at unbuttoning her shirt and unhooking her bra as his girlfriend stood quietly in front of him, her arms at her sides, her breath quick and shallow in anticipation of the pleasures to come. As soon as they were partially undressed they would lay together on the bed, both topless, kissing passionately while Matt's hands played with Stacey's small, freckle-covered breast mounds.

It wasn't long after they began this ritual that, one late autumn afternoon, as they lay together topless in her bedroom, Stacey's hand wandered down to that bulging shaft in the front of Matt's pants. The boy nearly fainted with pleasure at the first bold touch of the sixth grade girl's fingers on his hard little cock. As much as he wanted it, none of the junior high school girls he'd gone out with had ever touched him there. Without any hesitation, the young girl rubbed back and forth over the pulsing mass with her palm, pressing down firmly against the boy's sex shaft through his jeans as his hands played with her developing, naked little breasts.

The two kids had broken the final barrier, that invisible wall separating the upper body from the wonderfully sensitive lower body, and the next afternoon it didn't take long before both of the youngsters had their hands between each other legs, rubbing and exciting each other through their jeans. With the touch of Matt's fingers between her parted thighs her pussy gushed hot wetness and made Stacey's head swim with youthful lust and desire.

After about fifteen minutes, as the heat of their passion blazed out of control, both of the kids knew what they really wanted, and Stacey didn't stop Matt when she felt him tentatively tug at the snap and zipper on her jeans. She held her breath as she eagerly waited to feel what she knew would be the wonderful sensations of his fingers touching her wet, drooling little cunt. She, in turn, grabbed the boy's belt, and soon she had both of her hands down inside the eighth grade boy's underwear briefs, her small, cool fingers finally caressing the warm velvet skin of his naked cock while he had a hand inside her panties, his middle finger already sliding in and out of her slippery cunt.

Over the next several months they would be together several times each week giving and receiving pleasure as they explored mutual sexual touching and masturbation. Stacey was surprised the first time Matt grunted, then groaned really loud just before his cock spurted white cream all over her hand and arm. They both knew what had happened and, to the young boy's delight, the eager sixth grade girl quickly became adept at causing it to happen to him again and again and again. It seemed that his cock was the first thing she'd reach for whenever they had the chance to be alone together, and he couldn't wait to feel her caressing fingers skimming up and down over his hardened shaft urging him to climax as they kissed with their tongues.