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It was a humid, frustrating night in New Jersey, and Roxy’s hand was hovering an inch above her pussy. It wasn’t a matter of if she’d give in, just when.
She wasn’t religious or anything like that, thank god. That would have probably made this whole situation even harder. She’d have to ask for forgiveness every night, which seemed incredibly irritating and not particularly helpful. No, she only hesitated because she had meekly promised herself never to give her current fantasies any ground, not to play into them, if she could help it. She had added the “if she could help it” at the end to make it into more of a suggestion, because self-control is always sort of a huge drag. After all, she liked thinking about Joey Claire.
Roxy had been babysitting Joey (and her little brother Jude) for about 5 years now. She had started it as a part time thing while she was in high school, but just after she graduated last year, she had started living with them in the old manor. It had been around this time that she had started falling for Joey.
Joey was fourteen years old. She was clever but naïve, adventurous but unsure, and blessed with an utterly charming smile. Roxy would personally describe it as ‘teasing’, but had just enough self-awareness to realize she was probably projecting something there. When most people saw Joey Claire smile, they probably weren’t thinking of sticking their tongue down her throat. That smile was probably the biggest tease for her babysitter, followed closely by her ass. Less romantic, but the girl’s butt was plump, round and mockingly squeezable, and seemed to get a little bigger every day. Roxy had actually been putting off buying Joey new clothes. She looked just fine in the shorts she had now, her growing rump straining against the fabric, peeking appetizingly out from the bottom. When she was really down, Roxy caught herself thinking about waiting for Joey to mess up somehow, and using this as a pretext to spank her. An utterly stupid fantasy with a million reasons against it, but here she was having it again, almost hearing Joey’s adorable little yelps, the smack of Roxy’s hand against her juicy ass, just hard enough not to really hurt her, so that the second she was done Joey would sit up shivering on Roxy’s lap to kiss her.
Roxy looked down to see her finger rubbing her clit. She tentatively dipped a finger into herself to find that she was, of course, soaking wet.
If she could help it.
The floodgates were open, and there was no point to fighting anymore. Vignettes of Joey Claire came to Roxy, a mix of memory and fantasy, as Roxy curled her fingers upward and moaned. Joey tap dancing in short shorts. Joey blowing kisses. Joey on her knees, blindfolded, with her mouth open and tongue out. Roxy still couldn’t believe that one was real; they had been playing a taste testing game. It had been utter torture, and Roxy had had to make up a reason to leave the room midway through before she crossed a line. Now she was there again, and now it was Joey with Roxy’s fingers in her mouth, her tit, a mock-inquisitive smirk on her face as the little tease pretended she didn’t know exactly what she was suckling on.
In bed, Roxy’s other hand began fondling her boob, her knees curling up into her stomach as if trying to hide herself. She lay on her side like this as she let out a soft moan.
“Joey…-“
She inhaled sharply and clasped a hand over her mouth. She wasn’t scared of being heard, only that she was finally saying it. But within seconds the hand was back playing with her tit, and she curled up tighter and continued breathily muttering the name into her knees. She hadn’t stopped steadily pumping her fingers in and out of herself, 4 fingers now, and they had never felt so wet or so deep.
“Joey… Joey… Joey…“
Joey with her face covered in semen, giggling as Roxy licked it off. Joey stuffed with vibrating dildoes in every hole. Joey moaning and squirming as Roxy pumped fingers in and out of her ass. Joey shyly masturbating herself to sleep, moaning Roxy’s name just like Roxy was now.
Roxy tensed up into herself just before she finally came. Her breathy moans having escalated in volume, she finished with a final “Joey” which started as almost a yell before stutteringly trailing off into nothing. Uncurling herself, she lay shivering and slick with sweat, tears in her eyes. It wasn’t a matter of if she’d give in, just when.