Quite a Night, Part 1

by Nadine123

My mom and I stepped up to the door, and she rang the doorbell. Mrs. Harrison, who worked where my mom did, opened it and invited us in.

“So, Linda,” Mrs. Harrison said to my mom, “This is your daughter, Kelly?”

My mom smiled and replied, “Yes, Trina, this is Kelly.”

Mrs. Harrison smiled at me and reached out to shake my hand. “I'm glad to meet you, Kelly.”

“Me, too, Mrs. Harrison,” I said softly.

She continued, “Your mom tells me that you just turned thirteen a couple weeks ago.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Well, I started babysitting when I was thirteen, too.”

I managed a nervous smile. This was my first babysitting job, and I didn't want to mess it up.

My mom spoke up, “Well, Trina, I need to get supper finished, but I'll be just a few blocks away if Kelly needs anything, Ok?”

“Oh, I'm sure she'll be fine. One of us will bring her home when we get back in around 1:00.”

“That's fine. She has her key.”

Mom left, and Mrs. Harrison led me to the sofa. “Have a seat, Kelly,” she said, picking up a piece of paper from the table beside the sofa.

I sat down and scooted back.

“Here's a list of the phone numbers you can reach us at if you need us —cell phones, the restaurant, the movie theater. And we'll be home before 1:00.”

“Yes, ma'am,” I nodded.

Just then a cute, blond child ran into the room from the hallway, and, noticing me, slowed her pace, then, shyly hid behind her mother. She wore a T-shirt, a short blue jean skirt and tennis shoes.

“And this is four-year-old Sadie.” She picked Sadie up and turned her toward me. “Sadie, this is Kelly,” she said pleasantly.

I smiled and said as nicely as I could, “Hi, Sadie.”

Sadie still looked at me suspiciously as her mother spoke, “Sadie needs to get her bath at about 8 PM, and needs to be in bed by 9. You guys can play games or watch some TV, and there's some food warming in the oven for both of you.”

Mr. Harrison came in all dressed up, introduced himself to me, and in just a few minutes, they were gone.

I got Sadie to show me where all the doors were, so I could check to make sure they were locked. Then, we went into the kitchen to eat. We ate chicken, macaroni, and green beans, and drank orange koolaid. Sadie took me into her room and showed me all of her toys and dolls. We played pretend for a while, then she wanted to watch TV.

We went into the den and sat on the couch. I picked up the remote and turn on a cartoon channel that Sadie said she liked. Sadie had gotten over her shyness and scooted right up beside me. She took my hand and raised it up over her head, and let my arm fall around behind her. Then, she turned her attention back to the TV.

We watched TV for a while, with Sadie cuddled up to me, as I gently rubbed my fingertips along her side. I wasn't really paying much attention, but after a time, Sadie's shirt had ridden up and my fingertips were on her bare skin.

Sadie wiggle around slightly, twisting so that her side would be against the sofa. I just absently moved my hand to her bare stomach and continued stroking her softly.

Still engrossed in the cartoons, I began moving my hand up and down her tummy. Sadie wiggled and scooted a little more. All of a sudden I looked down and realized that, without thinking, I had slipped my hand down below her skirt and underneath it, and was rubbing her panty-covered pussy. I froze, not knowing what to do. Do I take my hand away? Do I leave my hand there?

At the very moment, Sadie turned her head to face me, reached both of her hands up around my neck, pulled me toward her, and kissed me. Of course, it was just a child's kiss; not like a boyfriend. No matter, though, because I began to breathe a little faster. She only pulled away a few inches, and I looked into her eyes. They were a beautiful blue and seemed to sparkle. With my free hand, I gently pulled her close again, pressing my lips onto hers, and held them there for a longer, slower kiss. I finally opened my mouth, giving her little kisses on her lips. When she opened her mouth slightly, I slipped my tongue inside. Her mouth was so warm, and she sucked on my tongue.

I felt her legs part some more, and she moved her pelvis up a bit, seeming to encourage me to continue playing with her cunt. I slipped my hand into her panties and began to trace my finger along her young slit, gently opening her folds as I went slowly back and forth. At the top of her slit, I worked my fingertip down to her clit, and when I touched it, she gasped for air. I rubbed it lightly, but deliberately, knowing how I liked to rub my own clit when I masturbated. My kisses became more and more passionate, and she started breathing very quickly. She began to buck her hips into my hand, and I knew it would not be long. Suddenly, her body tensed up, then, shook as the orgasm hit her. I slowed my rubbing to a stop, and removed my hand from her panties. I pulled slowly away from her lips, locking my eyes onto hers. She smiled a pretty little girl smile at me, then turned back to the TV and snuggled up close.

End Part 1