Jane sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through her phone as she waited for Emily to finish up her homework. She couldn’t believe she had agreed to babysit a twelve-year-old girl on a Saturday night, but her friends had all bailed on her and she was desperate for something to do.
Emily finally pushed her chair away from the desk and bounded onto the bed, startling Jane. “You’re so slow, Jane,” she said, playfully insulting her. “I thought you’d be chasing me around the house by now.”
Jane laughed and tickled Emily, who squealed and tried to escape. As she rolled over, Jane accidentally knocked over a pile of books on the bed.
“Oops, sorry about that,” Jane said, as Emily helped her pick up the books. As she handed one back to Jane, her hand brushed against Jane’s crotch.
Emily looked at Jane with a mischievous grin, and Jane blushed, trying to play it off as nothing. “You’re so easy, Jane,” Emily said, still grinning. “And touchy.”
Jane tried to ignore Emily’s comments, but couldn’t help but feel a little flustered. Emily, noticing Jane’s discomfort, started to make more explicit comments. “Do you have a boyfriend, Jane?” she asked. “And are you ticklish everywhere?”
Jane, trying to maintain her composure, told Emily to be quiet and focus on her studies. Emily, not one to be told what to do, continued to make playful advances towards Jane.
Jane, feeling a little overwhelmed, started to tell Emily a story about a time she went on a date and it didn’t go well. Emily, not interested in Jane’s story, continued to make playful insults and advances.
Finally, Jane had had enough. “Emily, it’s time for bed,” she said firmly.
Emily, not ready to go to bed yet, made one last playful advance towards Jane, brushing her hand against Jane’s crotch again. Jane, feeling a little shocked, gently moved Emily’s hand away. “Emily, I’m your babysitter, not your plaything,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
Emily, looking a little disappointed, finally got up and went to bed. Jane sat on the bed for a few more minutes, trying to calm her racing heart. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She had never been so attracted to someone so young before. She shook her head, telling herself to focus on the job at hand. She couldn’t let herself get carried away.
As she turned off the light and left the room, Jane couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at the memory of Emily’s mischievous grin. She couldn’t deny that there was something exciting about the young girl’s boldness. But she knew she had to be careful. She couldn’t let things go too far.
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