Erin pulled up to Tim's house, her heart sinking as she saw his car in the driveway. She had completely forgotten that she was supposed to babysit for him tonight. She grabbed her phone and quickly shot a text off to her boyfriend.
"Ugh, stuck babysitting again. Wish you were here to keep me company."
She walked up to the front door and let herself in, rolling her eyes as she heard Tim's laughter coming from the living room. She walked in to find him lounging on the couch, a smirk on his face as he held up her phone.
"I could get you in trouble, you know," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Erin's heart raced as she realized he had seen her text. She tried to play it cool, snatching her phone out of his hand. "Oh, please. Like anyone would care."
Tim raised an eyebrow, "You'd be surprised. I could make your life very difficult."
Erin stood up, trying to assert her authority. "You wouldn't dare," she challenged.
Tim grinned, "I think I would. But, I'll tell you what. I'll make a deal with you."
Erin's curiosity was piqued. "What kind of deal?" she asked, trying to hide her anxiety.
Tim leaned in close, "I'll keep your little secret if you do something for me."
Erin's heart was pounding in her chest as she realized what Tim was implying. "You can't be serious," she scoffed.
Tim's smirk grew wider, "Oh, I'm very serious. And I think you'll find it...enjoyable."
Erin tried to think of a way out of this situation, but came up blank. She reluctantly agreed, "Fine. What do you want me to do?"
Tim's eyes lit up, "I want you to show me how you text your boyfriend. I want to see what gets him so excited."
Erin's face turned red as she realized she'd have to sext in front of Tim. She took a deep breath and began to type, trying to ignore Tim's gaze.
"Hey babe, I'm thinking about you. Wish you were here to..." she trailed off, looking up at Tim.
He nodded encouragingly, "Go on."
Erin sighed and continued typing. "Wish you were here to touch me, to make me feel good. I can't stop thinking about your hands on my body."
Tim's eyes darkened as he watched her type. "Very good," he said, his voice low.
Erin's heart was racing as she realized just how turned on she was by this situation. She continued typing, getting more and more explicit as she went on.
"I want you to take me right here on this couch. I want to feel you inside me, filling me up. I'm so wet just thinking about it."
Tim groaned as he read her message. "Fuck, Erin. You're killing me."
Erin smiled, feeling a sense of power she had never felt before. She looked up at Tim, her eyes challenging. "Is that enough for you?"
Tim shook his head, "No. I want more. I want to see you touch yourself. I want to watch you make yourself come."
Erin hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. She slowly began to slide her hand up her thigh, under her skirt. Tim watched, his breath coming in shallow gasps as she began to touch herself.
"Oh god, Tim. This feels so good. I'm so close."
Tim couldn't take it any longer. He stood up and pulled Erin to her feet, crushing his lips to hers as he pushed her back onto the couch. He quickly stripped off his clothes and was inside her in one swift thrust.
Erin cried out, her orgasm crashing over her as Tim pounded into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as he thrust harder and harder.
Tim's orgasm followed quickly after, filling her up as she milked every last drop from him. They lay there, panting and sweating, as the reality of what they had just done sank in.
Tim looked over at Erin, a smirk on his face. "I think we have a very interesting summer ahead of us."
Erin couldn't help but smile back. She had never felt so alive. "I think you're right."
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