Bedding the Babysitter Ch. 07

"Fuck you," she smiled, reaching into the back seat and putting a duffle bag on my lap.

As she began driving, I opened the bag and saw a big black strap-on cock. "Oh my," I said, the thought of her wearing a strap-on making my cunt dampen. "You really do plan to fuck me."

"Oh, I plan more than that," she promised, her hand going to my leg, causing a chill to go through my entire body.

"You too are a book I plan to read through thoroughly," I smiled, bringing the book metaphor back.

"I'm a real page turner," she quipped, giving my leg a firm squeeze.

As we drove, I was giddy with excitement. Looking at her, I knew I was in love with her, as strange as that seemed in such a short time. Yet, there was no doubt my feelings for her were way more powerful than those for Megan, Karen, Miss Morgan or anyone else. I longed for her and she accepted me for who I was.

We were in this together and starting our journey as a couple. We would talk with Megan together to deal with Karen together; we would go to Governor Green's together and experience whatever was lying in store; we could walk together at school hand in hand...ready to break the social expectations that would judge us.

Pulling up in front of my house, I couldn't wait to make love to her. With Karen it was sex and submission. With Ashley it was something completely different: it was soft and intimate and yet with an even stronger intensity than the thrill of submission...although I revelled in both...although her promise to fuck me created a whole new level of potential naughtiness to our growing intimacy...reflecting on her begging me to fist fuck her last night.

As we went into the house, I knew we had a crazy night ahead and an even crazier week, yet all I wanted to do was be in the arms and between the legs of Ashley (well, maybe also on all fours as she fucked me).

The rest of the craziness...that would have to wait.

The end...for now?