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The Babysitter	By : redqueeninwonderland Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 12260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Babysitter
Rating: R (sexual content, proceed
with caution)
Disclaimer: I don�t own nor do I
presume know the habits of anybody in this fic but
the ones who you never hear about on MTV and various websites, so don�t sue.
Notes: Hey guys, sorry I haven�t
updated as quick as I usually do, I was having a writing crisis.
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�Did
you ever wonder what would happen if we ever did it?�

�Excuse me?� Billie stared
over the rim of his beer bottle at Ava, she stared right back.
�Seriously,
what would happen if we had sex?�
�Your
dad would beat the shit outta me and then I�d get
sent to prison.� He took a bite of his pizza and laughed despite himself. She
had balls, this girl who babysat his kids and his dog and his house. He allowed
himself a peek at the part of her top where her breasts peaked demurely. The
top was modest but the bottom sure as hell wasn�t, cut up to hear and then slit
up both sides, it was a miniskirt that Adrienne would have called standing room
only. He wondered why she was here. She said she forgot he was home, but then,
she just saw him yesterday.
Ava
smirked, watched the emotions flit across his face and stubbed out her
cigarette on the deck railing between her thighs. He caught the movement and she
grinned at the blush that tinged his ears before throwing a leg over the side
of the deck and hopping back onto the floor. Billie watched her walk toward
him, her hips swaying; telling him both that she was very, very confidant of
her abilities and that she knew exactly what she was doing to him. He felt a
bolt of something go straight to his groin and shifted uncomfortably on the
picnic table.
Ava�s
hair was up in a sloppy twist, held in place with a pencil, the modest white
blouse tucked into that ridiculous pinstriped skirt, a pair of thigh highs (he
knew they were thigh-highs because the skirt was so damn short he saw the lacy
tops) and a pair of black, patent leather heels, she looked like the slutty office intern and he knew that she knew it. He
wondered again if she dressed for his benefit or just guys in general.
Or that boyfriend, whatsisname.
Ava
stopped when she was directly in front of him, she put a hand on the knee that
rested on the table�s bench and then looked up into his eyes. The other hand
fiddled with the lowest button on the blouse. �See, the thing is,� a lock of
hair had fallen across her face, �I have this crush on you,� her voice was soft
and once she said it she looked down and to the side, embarrassed.
�I
thought you didn�t like me much,� the pizza lay forgotten in the box and the
beer he held on his other knee could have been a rock for all the attention he
was giving it now. She smelled like mint cigarette and passionflower.
She
stamped her foot and jerked the hem of the shirt, �I lied,� she answered
finally, her voice sullen. She bit her lip and looked at him sidelong, �I�m
really pathetic.�
He
rolled his eyes and reached out, tucking the lock of hair behind her ear and
tilting her chin toward him. He noticed the freckle under her eye and wondered
if she had any anywhere else. Then felt guilty for the thought. �Ava,� she
jerked her chin away and he sat the bottle down on the table, cupping her face
in both hands and forcing her to look at him. �Ava, you�re-�
She
pulled away and walked back to the deck railing, looking out on the spacious
backyard. From the way her shoulders were set he could tell she was hurt. He
sighed, getting off the picnic table and walking toward her. He wouldn�t be
seventeen again if they paid him. When he touched her between the shoulder
blades she swayed on the ridiculous heels, dragging a deep breath into her
lungs.
�Look
at me, Ava,� he put his hand on her shoulder, gently trying to guide her
around. She wanted no part of it.
�I
wore this for you. I thought you�d like it.�
�Look
at me, Ava,� he pulled her shoulder around so that she had to look at him.
�You�re a pretty girl, you know that,� he was trying his damndest
to ignore the pressure slowly building in his nether regions, hoping she
wouldn�t pick up on it. But that little admission of hers was more of an ego
boost than he would have thought it would be.
�I
think about you, you know.� She bit her bottom lip again and twisted her hands
together, �Times when I shouldn�t be. In the shower. When I�m in bed.� Here she looked back out on the lawn,
�When I�m alone.�
�Why
think about me then? Why not in math class?� He was
trying to be funny, but it was awkward. This shouldn�t be happening. His self
control was only so strong. She was gorgeous for fuck�s sake. And she had a
thing for him, which helped. But she was Tom�s little girl.
�Because
when I�m alone I can touch myself.�
Tom�s
little girl who knew exactly what to say to make his ears ring and his dick say
let�s go diving. �Ava-�
�It�s
not like I expect you to like, date me, or something. I mean I�m still with
Matt, you know. It�s just that, like, when I�m around you, I get all� achy.
It�s like my whole body goes all trembly and I just
want you to look at me. Or touch me. Or� something.�
�This
would be wrong,� he was reaching for reasons not to do what he wanted to do. �I
mean, you�re so young and-�
�I�m
not a virgin, Billie. I could make it good for you too, you know.�
�Oh,
you could,� he crossed his arms over his chest so he wouldn�t bend her over the
deck railing right then. She nodded, her tongue darting out to touch her upper
lip.
�Yeah,
I could.� She stared up at him and her eyes were compelling, �Please?� Her hand
settled on his crossed arms, �Nobody would have to know.� She put pressure on
his forearms and he found himself bending forward slowly as she stood up on
tiptoe to kiss him.
Her
lips were soft, like dandelion fluff and he put his hands on her waist to
steady her, almost as an afterthought. Ava swayed toward his body and the hand
that settled on his chest flexed when he opened his mouth to her. Her lips
tasted like her lip gloss, a little bit waxy, like frosted icing. Her other hand
cupped the side of his jaw and he kissed her harder, his teeth almost biting
her lip, his tongue playing with hers. She gave it right back. He wondered if
she fucked as good as she kissed, then jerked. This is not the time to be
having those thoughts, she�s only seventeen.
She�s
a seventeen year old who knows exactly what she wants, the voice of reason
muttered in the back of his head.
Yeah
and you�ll be the one taking it like a man when Bubba the flannel wearing biker
makes you bend over and take it like a man in prison, bud.
He
broke the kiss, thoughts of cellmates sobering him a bit. �We shouldn�t do
this.� But he didn�t sound nearly as convincing as he did a minute ago.
�You
want me,� she sounded confused, maybe a little hurt even, �I know you do. I
mean, you just kissed me, and-�
�I�m
a guy, Ava. A pretty girl kisses you, you kiss back.� He turned around,
collecting the pizza box and the beer from the table and walking back into the
house. He spent the thirty seconds it took to put the box away trying to will
himself back to calm. The fridge door hit him with cold and his man parts twinged. Get over it, buddy, he admonished, it
ain�t happenin� today.
Breasts
pressed against his back and a hand snaked around his waist, two fingers traced
the outline of his penis through the jeans and he jumped, nearly getting very
personal with a bottle of pineapple juice. �You really going to tell me you
don�t want me, right now?� Ava�s voice was sure of herself, amused even. She
was back to her old self, no longer vulnerable.
Billie
turned around, shutting the door behind him and leaning back against the
fridge, staring down at her with exasperation in his eyes. �Yeah, okay? I want
to fuck you. But it�d be wrong. In like twenty different ways, it�d be wrong.
Mainly cause I know your dad.�
Her
hands went to the buttons of her blouse and she very calmly undid the first
one. He sighed, pushing past her to head to the living room.
Ava
followed; he caught her in the reflection on the clock, her fingers deftly
undoing the blouse one button at a time. When he turned back to look at her in
the living room she was letting the cotton shirt fall from her shoulders. It
fluttered to the floor and he got to see a lot of creamy skin and a very lacy
maroon bra.
Hellooooo Nurse!
She�s
only seventeen, you sick fuck!
�Ava,
this isn�t going to happen,� oh that was convincing, slick. And I can tell
how much she believes you too.
Ava
smirked, if he didn�t know better he�d swear she could
hear the debate going on in his head. Her hands snaked to the clasp behind her
back and his breath hitched when it unhooked, her breasts falling free and the
straps falling down her arms in one graceful movement. She stood there for a
minute, quiet, watching him, her breathing long and deep, making her chest
swell and fall with each breath. He was a little desperate now, he grabbed
Joe�s Spongebob blanket from the couch and held it
out to her, they were only about a foot apart now.
She
inclined her head, taking the blanket and dropping it back on the couch she
caught his hands in hers, guiding them to her breasts and holding them there.
Her tits were warm and he felt the nipples hardening against his palms and he
realized he was sweating.
Her
skin was creamy smooth to touch.
Let�s
play!
This
is so wrong!
Dude,
this is so cool!
�Are
you sure you want this?� He knew when to give into defeat. Especially
when everything below the belt seemed to be threatening to explode if he didn�t
do something soon.
Ava
cocked her head to the side before removing a hand from his hand on her breast.
She very deliberately reached up and pulled the pencil from her hair. It fell
in a heavy wave around her shoulders and she tossed the pencil behind her. His
hands slid to her back and then to her waist, pulling her forward. He wondered
if he controlled his own body anymore.
Not
when you�re being stupid, man, now I�m in charge.
He
wondered when his penis grew a voice in his head.
About
as soon as you hit puberty, moron.
�Kiss
me, Billie,� she effectively silenced the voices in his head and he obliged. Wanting
to devour her mouth and no longer trying to hide his erection. She moaned
against his lips and snaked her hands up and around his neck. Her bare breasts
against his tee shirt felt like heaven and she twisted her upper body back and
forth, rubbing them against him. He felt a throb and walked her backward, his
hands at her waist traveling downward to the hem of the skirt and in between
the slits to feel more of that skin.
That
was how he figured out she wasn�t wearing underwear.
Dude, throw her on the ground like now man!
Ava
shivered when his hands squeezed her buttocks and his ego grinned somewhere in
his head. Not bad for an older guy, if I can affect her like that, huh? He
broke the kiss, easing her arms from his shoulders and jerking the tee shirt
over his head quick. Ava bit her lip when his hands went to the button on the
jeans. He felt a twinge of disappointment. �Having second thoughts?�
She
looked back at him, shaking her head she watched as he slid the jeans down his
thighs, taking the boxers with them. His penis flopped wetly and she grinned,
flashing teeth. At his questioning look she lifted a shoulder coyly, reaching
out with her hand to gently touch the head. It jerked toward her and she
laughed, �I never get over how weird they look.�
He
laughed and sat down in the leather chair just behind him, taking her wrist and
pulling her with him. Ava didn�t actually sit, but leaned over the overstuffed
thing and kissed him again, this time it was her devouring him, her fingers
played with his body, teasing, torturing, before she straightened. Lifting one
leg she removed the shoe, dropping it with a soft thud on the floor she did the
same with the other. He waited for her to remove the stockings but she didn�t.
She stared at him, contemplating, before shaking her head.
�Not
here.�
�What?�
�Come
with me,� She turned, not looking to see if he�d follow and headed off toward another
part of the house. Billie contemplated for a split second before hopping up to
follow her. Ava stopped in a room at the back of the house, it was the room
where he kept his instruments, guitars lined the walls and there was a grand
piano in the center of it. Why she chose this room he had no idea. After
following that ass down that hallway, ask me if I care, B.
She
cupped her breasts in her hands, �Sit,� she indicated the only seat in the
room. The piano bench.
Oh
that�ll be comfortable.
�Why
here?�
�Why
not here?� she gently pushed him to the bench, sitting him down on it and
straddling him matter-of-factly. He leaned back and put his arms on the piano.
A cacophony of sound crashed through the room and he winced. She chuckled,
placing fingers on the keys to flit a quick melody. �Why here?� she challenged,
rising on his lap and sliding herself over his waiting cock. He groaned, his
hands fisting and then sliding up her stockinged legs
under the skirt. She moved over him and his fingers tightened on her waist.
She
hadn�t removed the skirt and he found that somehow more erotic. He couldn�t see
anything down there, just had to go with feeling. And what feeling! She
was tight around him. Her skin was soft, her movements graceful, if a little
hurried, and her breasts right at eye level like that made him want to dance a
jig. He noticed the freckle in the center of her chest and bent, laving it with
open mouthed attention and Ava threw her head back, her hands tangling in his
hair.
Her
hips snapped and then snapped harder, she was tight and wet around him and he
bucked up to meet her, one hand going down to cup that ass and the other
holding onto the piano bench for support. Her left hand fell behind her and he
realized when he felt her fingers brush his balls exactly what she planned to
do with it. His lips closed over the pulse at her neck and she gasped for
breath, her hips not ceasing their rocking.
He
sat up straighter, then jerked to his feet, pulling
her with him, she stared up at him in surprise, he�d pulled out and she was
only just getting started. �What-�
He
kicked the bench sideways, ignoring the crash and grabbed her, lifting her
bodily and depositing her on the keyboard with another loud crash of sound.
Ava�s thighs opened without his encouragement and he stepped between them,
shoving his hands into her hair and himself back inside her with a smooth
thrust. Ava�s legs wrapped around his waist, flesh on flesh, wet slapping, and
mutual groans. Keys playing discordant notes. His eyes
closed and the animal in him took over, thrusting harder, practically lifting
her, he knew he must be hurting her, her back must be shoving painfully against
the piano, but he didn�t care.
�Billie-�
His
name was a plea on her lips and he ignored it, giving her what she so desperately
wanted, ignoring social mores in the process and shattering the image of Ava as
the good little PR guy�s daughter in the process. Because she looked anything
like a good little girl now, he thought with a smirk. Her bloody red/black hair
tangling over her shoulders, her skirt hiked up to her waist, her head thrown
back like that, those moans, and, he discovered as his fingers went to
play with her clit, her completely shaved mound wetly taking him into herself
and clamping muscles around his cock like she�d like to keep it up there.
�Oh,
fuck me, Billie,� her fingers were holding his shoulders, his back, and his ass.
Anything to keep him doing what he was doing.
�Like
this?� His voice was a growl and he liked the shiver it sent through her.
�Mm,
just like that,� she was breathless and she fell completely back against the
piano, her body lifting upward, tightening for him, around him.
He
used the opportunity to attack her breasts again.
Her
little cries were sending his mind all over the place. He angled her hips once
more and nudged something farther up inside of her that made her gasp and then
groan, long and loud. He grinned, leaning over her body, his voice next to her
ear. �Do you like that?�
�Don�t
stop!�
�Does
Matt make you feel this good?�
She
shook her head weakly, clenching her eyes shut and groaning, �Harder, please-!�
�Tell
me what you want, Ava,� his hands crashed on the keyboard, then gripped it,
thrusting deeper, longer. She was going wild, matching him thrust for thrust
and she was tightening even more around him. He knew she was close.
�Ah!
Make me-�she gasped when he closed his lips over her collar bone, his teeth
scraping her skin, �Make it happen, please-!�
One
of his hands went back to play with her clit, the palm closing against her
mound and holding it, his index finger holding her clit instead of flicking it,
keeping a constant pressure that made her writhe. He could tell the exact
second her orgasm hit her and he laughed with pure masculine triumph. She
yowled like a scalded cat and then arched her body hard against him as waves
attacked her.
Her
walls tightened around him, then tightened harder and the strength of it
surprised him, made him saw harder into her, his thrusts wilder, less controlled.
He came in a scorching gush and then stopped, his ragged breathing reminding
him that he was getting to damn old for this. And then he laughed, looking down
at her prone body on the piano and her shaky smile. He grinned.
�Was
it good for you?�
Ava
stared up at him, a slow, easy grin spreading across her face. �You�re dreaming,
you know. If you think this would ever actually happen.�
�Huh?�

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Billie
woke up in his own bed, the covers kicked down to the foot, a pillow shoved to his
face and a very messy situation with the sheets. It was a dream.
That�s
just great man. Not only are you not getting� any, but you�re a clich�.
I
am not a clich�.
The babysitter, man?
Oh
shut up.
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