I went downstairs to see Ashley. She was my 'sitter' for the weekend. The notion that I needed a babysitter was ridiculous, since I had just turned 18 two months ago. I didn't think my parents hired Ashley to babysit for me. They probably did it to make sure that I stayed out of trouble while they were gone for the weekend. Whatever the reason, I sure as hell didn't resent them for it. Ashley was a knockout. She was 22 years old, had a beautiful tanned body, shoulder length brown hair, and breasts that had to be at least 36D. She's our neighbor's daughter, so even when she's not babysitting for me I got to see her often.
I found her in the living room watching TV. She was wearing a very tight low-cut white shirt and hip-hugger jeans. Any guy would step over his own mother to even get a glimpse of her naked body. In all honesty, I had to admit that I was no slouch in the looks department either. I'm 6'2, about 175 pounds, have blonde hair, and green eyes. I've noticed Ashley glancing at me from time to time. Hell, I've even noticed some of my mom's friends looking at me. I had a girlfriend, the captain of my high school's cheerleading team, but I was still a virgin. In the year and a half that we had dated, she has made a big deal about 'saving herself' for marriage. If everything goes right tonight, though, I won't be a virgin for much longer.
"Hey, Ashley," I said casually as I sat next to her on the sofa.
"Hi, Dave."
"What are you watching?"
"Nothing really," she replied. "I'm just flipping around."
"Cool," I said even though I could care less about what she was watching. I was only thinking about one thing.
"Ashley..." I started. |