Babysitters Erotica Collection: Over 100,000 Words of 20 Hot Sex Stories (13 page)

The Pages had another child, specifically a son. His name was Ben Pages. Like Bianca, he was also in college, although they attended different schools. With Ben away for college, Bianca never got to see the boy in person. She knew what he looked like from pictures though. Bianca had to admit Ben Pages looked, well, quite good. From what she saw, Ben was tall, although not as tall as Mr. Pages who towered at six feet and four inches. Ben had a shock of jet-black hair, something he got from his father and which offered a stunning contradiction to his crystal-clear blue eyes, a feature he got from his mother this time. His complexion was clear, and his teeth were perfect. Ben Pages looked ready to break hearts, and Bianca didn’t doubt Ben had already broken several hearts.

Bianca shook her head to clear it. She couldn’t believe she was thinking of Ben Pages while she was running late for her babysitting stint. What on earth was she thinking? Besides, Ben was technically employer. Bianca had made it a personal rule to never get any strings tangled with her employers. She had been successful in staying true to her goal so far, and she was determined to keep it that way for as long as she lived.

She finally made it to the Pages. She stood on the porch for a minute, taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart. She ran her fingers through her hair, which had become a sticky mess. She adjusted her clothes, ran her fingers through her hair again, and took another deep breath. She was ready. It wouldn’t do to look sloppy in front of the Pages. Sure, they were far from snooty, but Bianca wanted to continue making an excellent impression on them. She really liked the family, so successful yet still so humble, and she wanted to let them know how much she valued her job by looking neat and sharp.

Bianca rang the bell. Two seconds later, the front door swung open. Bianca looked up and found herself staring at the most crystal-clear blue eyes she had ever seen.

It was Ben Pages.

Bianca’s eyes bulged out. Ben Pages? What was he doing here? Her thoughts took a frantic turn, and she started to sweat again. Wasn’t Ben away to college? It was still months before summer break, or any kind of break, for that matter. Bianca hadn’t known Ben would be home. Also, Mr. and Mrs. Pages hadn’t said anything to her about it. Neither had Kathleen, and she was very close to her much-older brother.

Get a grip, Bianca told herself. She forced a huge smile on her lips and opened her eyes a bit wider to make herself look more friendly and open. “Hi!” she chirped. “I’m Bianca Bates, the babysitter.” She paused, not sure with what to say next.

The man behind the door, Ben Pages, nodded. Bianca couldn’t stop herself from looking at him. He was even more gorgeous in the flesh than in the photos. Oh, he was so tall! And he had broad, broad shoulders that looked like the whole earth could rest on them. Bianca figured Ben must be some sports hero in the college he was attending. With a build such as his, how could he not be a football player? Ben’s white shirt clung snugly to his body, subtly showing off his firm, muscular figure. For Bianca, his chest looked like it was made of rocks. He screamed of muscles everywhere. Heck, even his arms reeked of pure muscle!

There was a moment of silence before Ben spoke up. “I’m Ben Pages,” he said. “Of course we haven’t met, me being off to college and stuff.” He opened the door wider and motioned for Bianca to enter. “Come on in.”

Bianca smiled and stepped inside the house, making for the living room, where she usually waited for Kathleen. As she walked past Ben, Bianca suddenly felt something brush across her buttocks.

She paused slightly. What on earth was that? It felt solid and firm yet light and fluttery. The sensation made her think of caresses, butterflies, and fingers. Fingers, Bianca realized. So it was a hand. But whose hand? There was no one else in the room with her, except for—

Bianca’s eyes grew wide. Did Ben Pages just run his hand across his buttocks? Impossible! Why would he do such a thing? But Bianca was positive she wasn’t imagining things. A hand had brushed across her behind, and that didn’t feel like an accident at all.

She turned and glanced at Ben, her brows furrowed. Ben stared back, but his face didn’t betray even an inch of emotion. Bianca figured it would look crazy if she hurled accusations at someone she had just met, so she decided to let it pass. For now.

Bianca went over to the large couch and sat down. Sitting primly, she was glad she had decided to wear jeans to school today. The thick cloth helped shield her butt from the hand-brushing thing. Also, she need not worry about having Ben accidentally look up her skirt or dress had she worn these instead.

I’m getting paranoid, Bianca realized. Stop it, Bianca.

Ben shut the door and went over to the couch as well, sitting right beside her. She stiffened instinctively. God, how she hated it when boys sat too close to her! She wasn’t a prude or anything, or so she liked to believe. But she didn’t like it when anybody, particularly members of the opposite sex, sat too close to her. It was too stifling. She felt she was being smothered.

Bianca couldn’t stand it anymore. She discreetly moved a few inches away. “Where’s Kathleen?” she asked Ben, hoping her question would distract him from noticing she had moved a few inches away.

“She’s at the next-door neighbor’s,” Ben answered. He was fiddling with the remote control. Bianca saw this and was relieved.

“Oh,” she answered. “Playing with Bess, I assume.” Bess was the next-door neighbor’s daughter, and she was the same age as Kathleen. Mrs. Pages had told Bianca the two often played together.

Ben nodded, his eyes on the TV screen. A movie was on, but Bianca didn’t know what it was about. “I guess,” he said after a moment. “I suppose you know you can just hang around here if Kat’s out?” He turned to look at Bianca quizzically.

“Yes, your mother told me it was okay to do so,” Bianca responded. “Hey, I think I’m going to fix a snack for Kat, in case she gets hungry when she comes home.” She started to get up from the couch, and that was when she felt a hand clamp tightly on her wrist.

She looked down and saw it was Ben’s hand gripping her wrist. Surprised, she looked at Ben’s face. Still no trace of emotion there, but Bianca could have sworn she saw a faint glimmer of something in his eyes. She just didn’t know what it was.

“You can do that later,” Ben said. “Kat left a few minutes before you got here. She’ll be at the next house forever.” He tugged at Bianca’s wrist. “Relax, why don’t you? Let’s watch this movie.” He tugged again, and Bianca had no choice but to sit down again.

Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest. She didn’t know why, but she felt thrilled when Ben’s skin and touch made contact with her own. She flushed, angry at embarrassed at herself. She couldn’t believe she was acting like a schoolgirl in front of a guy. She was no longer in high school, for Pete’s sake! She was a college coed. Hence, she should be prim, proper, and mature.

Bianca took a deep breath, and that was when she felt a jolt of something between her legs.

She couldn’t believe it. What was that she just felt? Oh no, she thought desperately. I couldn’t be aroused sitting next to Ben Pages, could I?

For Bianca, the logical answer was no, but she felt otherwise. She felt another jolt between her legs again, and this time, there was no denying the wet feeling she was having in her panties. Not to mention she felt her nipples have become perky.

Quit it! Bianca screamed at her body. I will not let you make me look like a fool in front of this man, or in front of anyone else, for that matter! Behave, you body parts!

“Right?” Ben was saying.

Bianca was startled out of her thoughts. “What? I’m sorry, I was just thinking of something else,” she said.

Ben looked at her closely. “Are you okay?” he asked.

Bianca nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, I’m fine. Never better!” she said chirpily.

“Do you know you’re very beautiful?” Ben asked suddenly.

The question took Bianca by surprise. Stunned, she looked at Ben, not saying anything.

Ben saw her stunned look and nodded. “I mean it. My parents and Janaare lucky to have you as the babysitter,” he said. “You’re very pleasing to the eye, and I think you’re very efficient too.”

How could anybody be so bold? Bianca wondered. Aloud, she said, “Thanks, but I’m very lucky to have found your parents and sister too.”

Ben leaned closer, the movie running in the television momentarily forgotten. Bianca almost flinched then had control herself. The nerve of this guy to tell her those things! Sure, Ben was good-looking, but that didn’t give him the right to speak to her that way. So Bianca squared her shoulders and stared back at those insanely clear baby blues. It was too late when she realized it was a mistake to look back at those almost-translucent eyes. A woman could look into those eyes forever.

Oh, God, Bianca thought helplessly.

“Do you think you’re lucky for having found me too, Bianca?” Ben said huskily. He had reached a hand out, and now it was stroking Bianca lightly on the back.

Bianca swallowed the giant ball of yarn that seemed to be stuck in her throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said. Her voice was calm, but she was shaking inside. She felt more of those jolts in between her legs now. The sensation of wetness grew as well. Now Bianca felt moist and sticky.

How she wanted to rid herself of those panties! Slide them down her slim hips, her long legs, and off her slender ankles. She would pick her panties up and smell them, right in front of Ben Pages. She would lick the large wet spot on the crotch area of her panties. She would rub the sticky fluid across her face and down her neck and breasts. Then she would stuff the panties inside her mouth and beg Ben to tie her up and do anything he wanted to do to her. She would be his willing slave. She would suck on his cock and feel it grow harder and larger in her mouth. She would—

Stop it, she told herself again.

Ben chuckled at her statement. “Oh, Bianca,” he said in the same husky voice. “You have a knack for playing games, don’t you?” He paused. “Well, why don’t we do just that? Play games, I mean.” The hand on his back was now on the side of Bianca’s left breast, teasing gently.

“Don’t do this,” Bianca blurted out. She was really uncomfortable now. Turned on as she might be, she didn’t want to be in this awkward situation. She felt torn. She wanted to get out of the house right away, but at the same time, she wanted to get her clothes off and get down and dirty with Ben Pages, the son of her employers and whom she had just met for the first time.

Bianca felt torn, conflicted. But of course she didn’t let Ben see she felt that way. She didn’t understand how someone could be so bold, so straightforward to someone he had just met. But what did she care about Ben Pages anyway? She didn’t have anything to do with him. It was his parents and Janawhom she should be giving beans about, not this arrogant guy who suddenly decided to show up for whatever reason!

Now the arrogant guy laughed at Bianca’s declaration. He stopped caressing Bianca’s side but didn’t entirely remove his hand. “Why shouldn’t I do this?” Ben asked. “You’re funny, Bianca.” He burst into laughter, unable to keep it inside him any longer.

“I don’t know you,” Bianca said fiercely. “I didn’t come here to do . . . funny things. I came here to babysit Kathleen, and I intend to do my job professionally.”

Ben suddenly grabbed her wrist. Surprised, Bianca cried out. Ben had her wrist in a tight grip. He was strong. His fingers dug into the tiny bones of her wrist.