Amelia
A babysitter. Are you kidding me? I’m eighteen yearsold. I didn’t need a babysitter.
“Mom, tell dad! I do not need someone watching me. I’m eighteen. That is old enough to be able to stay at the house alone for a weekend. I thought you said you could trust me?” I cross my arms under my breasts, infuriated at this turn of events. I thought we had a deal.
They were going to trust me, go out of town for their weekend getaway to have time to themselves, and I was going to prove to them that I was responsible.
My mom fiddles with her earring as she tries to get it clasped. “I know, sweetie. And we do trust you, but your dad’s friend Camden Hart is coming into town this weekend for his sister’s wedding Sunday and needed a place to stay. We told him he could stay here. You remember Camden, right? He has been over here nearly once a month for our get-togethers’ since you were little.”
Camden? Well, that certainly changes everything. Camden has been my crush since I was tenyears old. He has been friends with my dad since they were in college, and he has aged so well. He is around forty, like my dad, has a son of his own who is my age and is away at college for the summer. I leave in fall.
Last time I saw him, he had a hint of silver around his temples, pairing perfectly with his black hair. His blue eyes were the color of emeralds and his body was built like a twentysomethingyear old linebacker. And don’t get me started on his lips.
They were the perfect size. The top lip was slightly smaller than the bottom, yet still pouty with a perfect cupid’s bow. God, I hoped nothing changed. The man was hot. He always has been. He cared about his body and for once, I wanted to care for it so he didn’t have to.
My parents tried to hint that I should date his son, but no way. I’m not interest in a boy who is barely a man. I wanted the man who made the boy.
“Camden? I remember him. He is staying here all weekend?”
“Yes, so don’t give him a hard time. He isn’t in charge of you or anything. I promise, he isn’t a babysitter. He just needs a place to stay.
Where he lives is too far to travel back and forth, especially for a wedding,” my dad says as he leans down and kisses my mom on the cheek. They are so in love. Most kids would be grossed out by it, but not me. I’m glad my parents love each other so much. It gives me hope.
Of course, the only hope I want is Camden.
I cross an X over my heart. “I promise to do no such thing.” At least, the only hard time I plan to give him is below the belt.
“That’s my girl,” my dad kisses the top of my head and I give the most angelic look I can muster. “Okay, we are off. If you need us-”
“The numbers are on the fridge. I got it. Go. Have fun. Be safe. Wear protection.”
“Amelia Leigh!” my mother scoffs.
My father chuckles. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” He guides my mother to the door with his hand to her lower back. “Love you, sweetie!”
“Bye! Love you too!” I shout in return and smile smugly to myself as the door shuts and locks, leaving me alone. I glance at the clock. It’s five in the afternoon. I’m not sure when Camden will arrive, but I have to be ready.
I fly up the stairs to go to my room and start to undress to get in the shower. I have to look perfect, yet seem like I put in zero effort. Turning on the hot water, I step in and let my long red hair get soaked. I close my eyes, relaxing as the steam invades my lunges. The thought of Camden joining has my pussy tingling, get wet with something other than the water spraying down on me.
The door would slide open, allowing the cool air in and I’d open my eyes to see eye hulking form in front of me, his gaze glued to my naked body. His large hands would wrap around my waist, pulling me toward him until our bodies are aligned, pelvis to pelvis, chest to chest. His cock would settle against my thigh, long, hard, and thick. Intense, just like the rest of him.
Camden would grab my jaw and force my head up to meet his eyes, grab a fistful of my hair and steal my mouth in a passionate kiss.
At the thought, my hand slides down the middle of my breasts, torso, until I finger my naval, and then dip down the trimmed bush above my pussy.
I give it a good tug and bit my lip when the sting brings just what I need. I travel further, finding my erect, swollen clit waiting to be pleasured.
I pinch it and gasp, moaning as I continue to circle the bud quickly. “Ah, ah!” I stand on my tiptoes when the pleasure becomes so intense, I want to get away, but don’t move my hand. I want more. I imagined Camden sliding his massive cock in my virgin pussy and falling over the edge, catching myself on the shower wall.
“Camden! Oh, god, yes!” my body quakes from the orgasm exploding through my body. I sag against the wall, giggling from the high the erotic thought of Camden just gave me.
I just can’t wait to have the real thing.