“You are way too high strung,” Callista said, “And I should know. My mom is too high strung. Heck, I have a tendency to get too high strung.” Madri laughed, the girl was right about that at least.
“I know, it’s tough,” Madri said. Callista sat down on the kitchen floor across from Madri. Madri saw the girl’s eyes flash, surprised, as she looked at her. For a moment, Madri didn’t realize that what Callista saw. Then she realized she’d sat down on the kitchen floor with her legs splayed apart even though she was wearing a skirt. And she also remembered that she’d been so hopeful about her date that she’d decided not to wear panties. She quickly snapped her legs together, not wanted Callista to see more of her vagina than she already had. Her cheeks felt hot, but she pretended like she hadn’t noticed Callsita looking. For a moment she wondered what the girl thought when she saw her pussy. Did it look good? Old?
“You were really excited about the date huh?” Callista asked and Madri looked down between her legs and felt shamed again. But she nodded, “Maybe you are like… to excited. Too eager.”
“What do you mean?”
“Maybe you are rushing into these dates with guys you can probably kind of already tell are going to be losers,” Callista said delicately. That sort of struck home to Madri, it wasn’t like any of the guys she had dated recently had stellar online dating profiles.
“Yeah, you are right. But what do I do? I mean… I am kind of getting desperate,” Madri said and it pained her to say it. She hated what an honest drunk she was.
“Madri, can I be honest with you,” Callista said and Madri smiled and nodded vigorously, “You need to get laid.”
“What?!” Madri said, a little shocked that her sweet babysitter was talking like that. Callista put up her hands in a defensive posture.
“Look, you are high strung and you’re making mistakes. You need to get laid, get it out of you, and then you can make better decisions,” Callista said and Madri realized that it sounded a little bit like wisdom.
“I know but…”
“Do you masturbate?”
“No… I,” Madri said, suddenly her head was swimming. But before she could say anything else, Callista was up like a shot. Madri twirled around to see what Callista was doing. Callista was digging into the refrigerator. Madri was confused. But in a moment, Callista was back.
“Let me help you with something,” Callista said, sitting back down in front of her employer. Madri looked and saw that Callista was holding a produce bag from the grocery store. Her drunk mind could not conceive of what was going on. Callista dumped out the contents of the bag and two big carrots and a small cucumber fell out. Did Madri buy those? She couldn’t remember going to the grocery store. And she couldn’t figure out what Callista was doing. Making her a salad?
“Oh they’re cold!” Callista said and she gingerly picked up the cucumber. It was around six inches long and no wider than two inches at its thickest point. Callista put the cucumber to her lips and pushed one bulbous end into her mouth. Madri figured the girl wanted a sort of odd snack. But after inserting the cucumber into her mouth about four inches, Callista slid it back out again. Slowly and methodically, Callista pushed the cucumber into her mouth and then pull it back out again. Madri watched, stunned, as the green vegetable slid in and out of the girl mouth. Watched the girl’s dark lips spread over the cucumber, and watched the girl’s cheeks stretch to accommodate. Callista was performing fellatio on a cucumber, and Madri was awestruck.
“What are you doing,” Madri asked finally. She had to admit, watching the nubile 18 year old, her large breasts shaking as she moved, sucking on the cucumber was erotic. Callista held up her free hand and continued to lick the cucumber for a few more seconds.
“Warming it up,” She said as she slid the cucumber out of her mouth, “And getting it wet.” It glistened with saliva. Callista got up on her knees and moved so that she was kneeling beside Madri, who was sitting on her butt on the kitchen floor. They were facing one another, but Callista was on Madri’s left side. Callista reached down and put her hand on Madri’s knee. Madri felt a shock run through her body. This was not normal. Slowly, Callista tried to pry Madri’s knees apart. But Madri would not let her.
“What is going on?” Madri slurred. She looked over at Callista. The girl’s breasts were at her eye level. She saw Callista’s hard nipples poking out from her t-shirt. She watched they way they rose and fell as the girl breathed. She turned and looked up into Callista’s eyes and saw a strange hunger there. Her babysitter had a odd, but passionate, look on her face. Callista took her hand off of Madri’s knee and grabbed Madri’s chin, tilting her face up. Callista looked down at her.
“Madri, I am going to fix your problem,” Callista said soothingly. Madri suddenly became aware of the last, subtle power shift in her relationship with her babysitter. Madri stared up at Callista and the girl’s beauty was stronger than ever before. She no longer had an abstract admiration for the girl’s looks, she wanted her. This cool, confident girl who seemed to have all of the answers that she lacked. There was something so… sexy about that.
But Madri didn’t have a lot of time to think about it. Callista leaned forward and closed her eyes. Madri did the same. Madri felt the young woman’s thick, hot lips on her own. It had been more than two years since her first romantic kiss and Madri melted into it. She felt Callista’s hand grasp the back of her head, pulling her in tighter. Callista’s lips were so warm, so velvety. And then Madri felt them split open and Callista’s thick, wet tongue slipped across her lips. Madri darted her own tongue out, tasting Callista’s saliva and brushing her babysitter’s tongue. Then Callista’s tongue plunged into her mouth. Callista’s saliva was thick and sweet and Madri sucked on her tongue. She moaned into Callista’s mouth.
Madri was so engrossed by the kiss that she didn’t notice Callista’s hands go back to her knee. But she felt it when it landed them. She expected Callista to try and spread her legs apart again. In fact, she wanted that. She was more than willing now to stop resisting. But the hand just sat there. But Callista was right, she needed to get this out of her system. So Madri decided it was her job to push the action. Without breaking their kiss (in fact, she kissed deep, pushing her own tongue into Callista’s mouth, feeling the ridged roof of the girl’s mouth) she lifted her hand. She didn’t open her eyes, but she opened her palm. She felt it push up against the bottom of Callista’s breast. She felt the girl shudder all over.