They Called Me The Babysitter — 3

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TheyCalled Me ‘The Babysitter’ — 3 This story is based on some of the sexual events of my life when I was in graduate school back in 1971-73. I was attending a college in rural Mississippi, working on a master’s degree in physics. I was still dealing with a broken heart over Heather, Bruce’s little sister, when Morgan, who was also a member of the “freak community”, came up to me and said, “Hey, you still in the babysitting business? Think you can entertain my little sister while I study for my summer finals? No matter what it costs you, within reason, I’ll repay you. And give you twenty bucks up front.” Now, having a better idea of the emotional risks involved, I was not so quick to agree. I asked, “Entertain? For how long?” “Yeah. She’s a good kid, if a bit shy. I’d hang out with her myself, only my Lit finals are in six days, and I’ve got to cram my ass off.” I said, “So, she’s not a pain in the ass? Or rebelling? Or weird?” “Oh, hell no! I love my sister. Even though she’s only 17, she and I get along… well, fantastic. It’s just that she’s been here on campus for a week now, and I haven’t gotten even one hour of study in. You know?” I said, “Okay, I get the picture. Give me the twenty now.” An hour later, I was introduced to Nancy. She was rather short and kinda plain in the face. Maybe twenty pounds over her ideal weight. Plain, straight brown hair and no makeup. And she dressed like a kid, her significant bosom modestly covered by a high-neck, frilly dress that went down to her ankles. She wasn’t much for chatty conversation. The first day with her was not memorable. I gave her the campus tour, a ride through the small nearby town, Starkville, dinner at the Union, supper at The Big Boy. Ho hum. The Escort Pendik next day I had to go to the library. She was obviously bored, and spent an hour at the index files while I tracked down a set of Heisenberg lectures. On the way to the front desk, she asked me if she could check out some books. Sure, why not. She wouldn’t tell me what she was looking for until we got to the stacks she was looking for: Human Sexuality. She explained that her home town library didn’t have any books on sex. She blushed deep red when she asked me if I was still willing to check out some books for her. Okay, I guess. I almost backed out when I saw the titles. Alternative Sexual Behavior, Sexual Taboos, Studies of Incest, Human Masturbation. Whoa! Pretty heady stuff. I knew the girl at the front desk, which made it all the more embarrassing. She was Ling, the daughter of my graduate advisor! Ling seemed to know intuitively that the books were not for me. She turned to Nancy and said, “You really enjoy these, especially Taboo and Masturbation! Very hot! Very hot!” Ling leaned over the counter and whispered something to Nancy. Then she extracted another book from under the counter, Female Orgasms, and showed it to Nancy, who looked at it, turned cherry red, gulped, and nodded. Ling added it to the stack. As we were walking toward the Union, I asked Nancy to stop a moment. “Hey, it might be uncomfortable to have your books in the Union where everyone can see them. Perhaps we should put them in my car.” She said, “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. And where can I read them? Are there reading rooms in the Union?” “Yeah, but they tend to be busy during the day. How about… don’t take this the wrong Beykoz escort way, but how about reading them at my apartment? I’ve got studying to do and groceries to buy, and you’d have privacy, and…” She thought this over for a minute, and nodded. After just an hour in the Union, listening to Megan tell us the latest news about campus cops harassing the freaks, Nancy signaled me she was ready to go. We got inside my apartment and Nancy immediately curled up on the bed with her books, while I picked up and straightened up. I was in the bathroom getting out of the shower, when I began to hear sounds. Very definite moans. Nancy could be crying. Or she could be… I grabbed a towel, dried off hastily, put it around my waist and quietly stepped into the main room. Nancy wasn’t crying. The book on masturbation was open, her eyes were closed, and her hand was up under her dress. I watched with fascination as her arousal peaked in a series of deep grunts and spasms. She relaxed, and slowly opened her eyes. She looked silently at me with no expression. I said, “Wow. That was awesome. Is that book on masturbation that good?” She shook her head shyly. “It is very interesting, and it has a lot in it that I didn’t know, but… I was also reading this.” She held up a paperback. It had a lurid painting on the cover, and the title was “Cheerleader Orgies”. I sat on the edge of the bed. “Wow, porn. That would make me masturbate too. You didn’t get that from Ling, did you?” She said, “No. It was in my purse. I brought it from home. I have a… a friend who sneaks dirty books to me. Tell me, how often do you masturbate? I mean, I’m not trying to hit on you, I just really want to know as much Cevizli escort bayan about sex as I can.” I felt my penis swell up to full erection under the towel. “Well, at least twice a day. Always when I go to bed, and when I wake up. Sometimes a lot more than that. Why?” She was quiet for a moment. “I just wanted to know if I’m… normal, I guess. I masturbate at least six times a day. Do you think that’s normal? This book on masturbation said that it’s normal for some women older than me. But for a sixteen year-old, it’s a lot.” I thought a moment, then said, “Well, if you could choose to masturbate more every day, or less, which would you choose?” She grinned for the first time since I had met her. “Oh, I would choose to do it more. Lots more! I just don’t want to be, you know, weird or something.” “Well, the summer after I graduated from high school, I decided to keep records. And I averaged over eight times a day. It didn’t feel weird. It felt really good. I think my record was twelve times in one day.” She grinned again. “I got you beat by one.” I was trying to ignore the throbbing erection I had under the towel. “So, why did you get all these books? Just for general knowledge?” “Well, really… I was curious about other ways of having sex. You know, so I could masturbate better. I want more intense orgasms. Like, in this chapter it discusses the use of things you can put in your vagina. They call them ‘dildos’. That made me wet, so I started reading my paperback. You… you wouldn’t have anything like that lying around, would you? A dildo?” I drew a blank at first, then thought about the refrigerator. I jumped up and soon returned with two cucumbers and a small bottle of corn oil. As I sat down on the bed, my towel fell off and my erect penis was fully displayed. “Woops! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” She just said, “That’s okay.” And she casually reached down and grasped my six and a half inch cock and slowly fondled it. I stammered, “I heard that oiled cucumbers make pretty good…

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