The Babysitter's Secret

She began rubbing me through the fabric of my pants until my cock, which I thought couldn't possibly get harder, felt like it was about to burst through the zipper. I groaned slightly and Jenny laughed softly. She was a born tease, I thought.

Well, she wasn't the only one who could tease.

I stretched my arm out over Jenny's and let my fingers rest on her crotch. Like mine, her erection was straining mightily against the denim of her jeans. It was a strange thing to be touching another person's penis, I think now in retrospect, but at the time it seemed totally natural to do. Jenny wasn't a boy who happened to look like a girl; she was a girl who happened to have the same equipment as a boy down there -- equipment that suddenly aroused my desire like I never thought it could.

For a while, Jenny and I rubbed each other in silence. Neither of us wanted to speak, it seemed, for fear of breaking the atmosphere. At last, I knew we would have to take a step further or else stop entirely and I was not prepared to finish this yet.

With one hand, I popped the button on Jenny's jeans and unzipped her fly. My fingers slid under the elastic waistband over her pants and the reddish-gold pubic hair felt soft and silky against my skin. My hand continued its expedition until I found her swollen cock. At my first touch, Jenny's entire body began to tremble and a moan escaped her lips. I wrapped my fingers around her shaft and began to stroke her gently. Meanwhile, Jenny's hand had found its way into my underwear as well. At the touch of her supple fingers, I closed my eyes and allowed the sensation to overwhelm me.

Again, it seems like a strange thing in retrospect, but at the time I did not suffer any earth-shaking notions of: "I can't believe this, I'm jerking someone else off!" or "I can't believe I'm doing this with a eighteen year old!" It just seemed to fit together so perfectly.

However, it soon reached that point once again where we had to stop or take a step further. This time, it was Jenny who took the giant leap for the two of us. She pulled my hand out of her pants and rose gracefully to her feet.