When I went away for college my parents had to hire a babysitter to regularly watch my little brother. One weekend they went out of town and I volunteered to drive home and spend it with him, but they still had to get the other girl to wait there while I made the drive.
I'd met her before, she'd babysat me when I needed it and was a few years older. Kelly was definitely a sight for sore eyes when I got home late on Friday and I casually sat next to her on the couch, starting mindless chit chat while we watched whatever show she'd had on.
She'd always been hot, and I'd noticed her curves when I hit my teenage years and were starting to develop my own. I never saw her much after I was old enough to watch my brother, so it had been a while. Easily enough we ended up laughing and gossiping, and eventually she pulled me back so that I was laying between her legs, my back on her breasts. It seemed innocent enough, but I couldn't help but rock my hips just slightly when I settled between her legs.
'Any experience with college guys yet?' she asked at a purr, closer to my ear than before because of how she was holding me. Stretching out back against her, I shrugged my shoulders slightly. 'No, I don't think they know what they're doing really.' I admitted, slightly frustrated at that. 'Well that's why you have to show them, they're quick learners.' she responded playfully, and both of her hands fell to my thighs, her fingertips playing against my skin and tracing circles. I was wearing a short black skirt that she'd hiked up to touch my thighs, and I could already feel my hard nipples straining beneath the white v-neck I had on.
'What do you mean, how do I show them?' I asked curiously, trying to milk this moment as my thighs spread in the slightest. Kelly chuckled and slid her left leg off the side of the couch, her fingertips parting my willing thighs even further. 'Do you want me to show you?' she asked quietly, her pointer finger finding the center of my cotton panties and tracing up and down, no doubt feeling how wet I was for her already. 'Yes, please.' I breathed my response almost immediately, arching my hips forward, feeling her breasts press into my back.
Using both hands she removed my panties, dropping them to the floor. With her left she moved beneath my shirt, cupping my bare breast and kneading it, paying special attention to my nipple. I'd closed my eyes then, completely losing it for her while her finger traced my lips, teasingly avoiding my aching clitoris. Reaching to my entrance, she gathered some of my slickness and brought it to my clit, working it slowly and continuing at that pace until I moaned, begging her for more.
Slipping her other hand down again, she thrust one finger, and then two inside of me, pumping and massaging my inner walls while one finger still mercilessly worked my throbbing clit. I came around her fingers, drenched at that point and panting. It was good to be home.