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"You hired me a babysitter?! I'm way too old for a babysitter!!" You shouted in disbelief at your parents, while frantically pacing the kitchen.
It was a Friday night, and you were supposed to be hanging out with your friends, not being supervised by some adult who probably wasn't too thrilled to be watching over a 16 year old kid for the night.
Your mother sighed deeply. "Patrick is a close family friend, and he needs to watch over you just tonight while we're away."
Your father chimed in, "Remember what happened last time we left you unsupervised?"
You cringed recalling last weekend's party. Not because it was a bad party, obviously, but because you got black-out drunk and awoke to your furious parents who immediately had you grounded. Some of the aftermath was still laying around the house in places.
"This is why you need Patrick. He's not exactly a 'babysitter' but he will certainly prevent you from getting into trouble while we're away."
You groaned dramatically and turned on your heel to make your way to your room.
"He'll be here in an hour!" One of your parents shouted.
"Okayy...!" You shouted back in a mocking tone.
You shut your door and allowed yourself to flop onto your bed. Your CD player humming softly in the background as you stared blankly at the ceiling.
'Hopefully this Patrick guy will be better than my parents... I mean, at this point he HAS to be...' You thought to yourself.
Before you knew it an hour had gone by, and just as expected a car had parked outside your house. You saw a man get out and smiled to yourself. He seemed harmless.
You ran to your mirror and corrected any flaws in your appearance. Something about you was very excited to meet this visitor.
You rushed to the staircase before your parents could call and crouched down so you could peak at the doorway.
The doorbell rang and your mother rushed to get the door.
'Please be cute! Please be cute!'
When the door opened you bit your lip in delight. He was no doubt very cute. You guessed he was in his early 40s at most, and his face was that of an angel's. You'd always liked older guys and just looking at him you knew Patrick was going to be a problem for you. There was no way he'd like you back, that's not how things worked. Well, not how things were supposed to work, anyway...
"Hey there! Mrs. And Mr. (L/N), looking amazing as ever." Patrick said warmly while regarding your parents. They showered him with thanks and greeting. You were stunned when he immediately mentioned you.
"Is (Y/N) here? It's been so long since I've seen them! Probably all grown up by now, huh?" Patrick said with a laugh. He buried his hands in his jean pockets and you admired his arms while scolding yourself for being so weird. He was just so charming...
Your parents shouted for you and you took a moment to pretend you weren't silently watching them from the staircase. You fixed your hair one last time before coming down and standing next to your parents.
"Ah! Look at you, (Y/N), so pretty. I feel old now, I think you were 7 when I last saw you." You felt your face flush at the compliment.
"Hey, Patrick. Nice to see you again." You said, pretending that you remembered him from your childhood. You figured he'd feel more comfortable if he thought you remembered him.
"Look at the time! We're going to be late. You two have fun. Make sure (Y/N) doesnt get into any trouble." Your mother said and turned towards the door. "You can eat anything in the kitchen, and Patrick you have my number if you need anything."
Your mother gave a smile and a thumbs-up and looked from you to Patrick. You both nodded respectively and with that your parents had gone.
"So, I'm Patrick. You already know that. Uh, can't believe you remember me after all this time! I definetly would have forgotten me."
"How could I ever forget you? Ha ha..." You said. Patrick smiled but there was something in his face that told you he could see through your act and he was being playful about it.
"How old are you now, kiddo? 14? 15?"
"16, actually."
"16! Duh." Patrick said, jokingly hitting the palm of his hand to his forehead.
You gave a small laugh.
"You have a cute laugh."
You blinked in disbelief.
"Seriously? No one's ever told me that. Thanks."
"Really? Then I'm lucky to have been the first."
It was just a simple compliment, yet you still blushed at the sincerity in his voice.
"What are you feeling like for dinner? It's already..." He checked his watch. "7:30."
"Hmm... I don't know. Let's check the kitchen. I always just eat whatever gross thing my parents make anyway." You shrugged.
Patrick nodded and followed you into the kitchen. You jumped up and sat on the counter.
"We can have whatever you like!" Patrick said, touching the tip of your nose with his pointer finger. You giggled in response. This reminded you of being a little kid. Suddenly you remembered a similar scenario here in this kitchen with Patrick when you were little. You could see in his face that Patrick remembered it too.
"I know my way around this house. The pantry should be here," He opened a closet door to reveal the pantry. "The silverware should be here," He pulled open a drawer to reveal the silverware. "And the trash should be... here," Patrick opened a cupboard low to the ground to reveal the trash. He took a bow with a proud smile and you clapped.
"Can we have mac 'n cheese? Like, the homemade stuff? I'm sure we have pasta shells, cheese, and milk." You requested.
"Sure, kid. This is your night. Let's do whatever the hell you want!"
"Yay!" You squealed. "You're the best, Patrick."
"Yeah, yeah. I get that a lot..." He said with a wink. He then went searching for ingredients.
"I'm going to go change, be right back." You said before fleeing off to your room.
Once inside you shriveled to the floor. He was so cute! You took a deep breath to get over this. He was just looking after you for the night and nothing more. You just had to keep telling yourself that.
You stood infront of your dresser contemplating the perfect outfit for relaxing that had to show off your body just enough to hopefully get Patrick interested. You picked out a shirt that was loose around the neck so Patrick got to see just a bit of your chest. You chose some pants that were comfortable but highlighted your ass just barely enough.
You smiled wickedly at the mirror. This was perfect, there was no way Patrick's interest wouldn't be piqued when you'd chosen such a perfect outfit. Finally, you did your hair nicely and if everything went according to plan your efforts would not be in vain.
You hummed as you turned the corner into the kitchen where Patrick was stirring a pot over stove.
"Hey, (Y/N)." Patrick turned to look at you and immediately did a double take. You fully noticed but he tried to play it off. You saw the pink in his face, there was no fooling you.
"You look uh..." Patrick sucked his teeth and tightened his grip on the wooden spoon in his hand. "Um. Food is almost done!"
"Smells yummy." You said, trying to be cool about the fact your plan was absolutely working.
"Wanna find us something to watch?" Patrick said.
You nodded and made your way to the living room to browse the TV for options. Every once in a while you called to Patrick to see if a suggestion sounded good. He was no help, almost always indifferent. It seemed all he wanted was to please you.
Once you finally found something suitable, the food was ready. Patrick brought out two steaming bowls of mac 'n cheese and set them on the little table infront of the couch.
Patrick sat down fairly close to you and it was exciting. His presence was intoxicating. You drank it up like alcahol and got drunk off of him. Suddenly, your food was gone and your show was over before you even knew you were watching it. You'd just been thinking of Patrick the entire time.
Both of you were full and tired. You inched closer to Patrick.
"Patrick."
"Mm?"
"I know where my parents keep the liquor."
Patrick went silent.
"I'm supposed to be a good influence on you, kid. What if your parents found out we got drunk? What a great look for me!"
"They won't. And if they notice any of their shit missing I'll... I'll make something up. Blame it on one of my parties. I'm great at making up lies!"
Patrick rubbed the bridge of his nose.
He pursed his lips. "I don't know, (Y/N). I guess if it's just a little. I don't want you getting sick or anything. Or me getting sick..."
"I promise. Just a little!"
It wasn't a little.
You and Patrick had gone through half a bottle of whiskey and Patrick had a few shots of vodka that he insisted was too strong for you.
The atmosphere was much different now. Patrick was much more loose in his speech and movements and you were more attracted to him than ever in this new light.
You and Patrick were telling stories to eachother and laughing way more than necessary.
Patrick at some point had put on some music and when a song came on that you loved you squealed to him "I love this song!! Can we dance, Patrick? Pleaseee!"
Patrick made a mock-thinking face with a dramatic 'Hmmm' before he grabbed your arm and pulled you up off the couch and close to his chest. Your face was filled with pure joy and Patrick cherished seeing you so happy. Your hands intertwined with his and you moved with the music. This moment, so close to Patrick and guided by the rythm of a favorite song brought about so many emotions and you decided to release them in one particular way.
You brought your mouth up to Patricks and caught his lips in a tender kiss.
Patrick gasped against your mouth and froze a moment, unsure of what to do.
He then gave in and returned the kiss. Patrick took initiative soon after and he shyly sucked and bit at your lips. You fought back for control and he gladly accepted being the smaller one in the situation. You deepened the kiss and this elicited a beautiful moan from Patrick.
Breaking the connection, you grabbed Patrick by the shoulder and guided him back to the couch where you pushed him into a sitting position. You then climbed on top of him and sat crotch-to-croch with eachother. Patrick let out a nervous laugh and looked anywhere but your face.
"Look at me, Patrick." You demanded. Patrick gave a slight nod and looked right into your eyes. He looked like a sad puppy.
"Such a good boy..." You cooed. Patrick's cheeks flushed and he swallowed hard.
You ground your crotch against his and realized he was already pretty hard. You continued, pressing down harder and earning a slutty whine from Patrick who now had his eyes closed. You placed your mouth close to his neck and breathed heavily against it while rocking against him.
"Please.. hnn, please!" Patrick whimpered, digging his hands into the couch.
"Too much, Pat? Want to try a different way?"
He nodded, seeming a little caught off gaurd by the nickname.
"Like this?" You layed yourself down on the couch and spread your legs.
Patrick hummed in approval and adjusting himself so he was kneeling infront of you.
He grabbed the waistband of your pants, "Is it okay if I...?" You gave him a nod and he took them off. He looked at your underwear and up at you looking for approval again, you rolled your eyes and Patrick giggled before getting rid of your underwear too. Patrick bit his lip and removed his belt before working at his jeans and underwear. Once it was all off you relished the sight of his cock. It was perfect, and you started breathing heavier and the idea of it inside of you. He tested your entrance with his tip and realized you were dripping wet. He worked himself inside of you and at the intrusion your eyes rolled back. You groaned in a mix of pleasure and pain.
"S...so tight," Patrick moaned, "I bet I'm the first to do this to you, f-fuck. Hah- I'll make it count."
He pulled you closer and kept you steady with his hands around your waist. You threw your legs over his shoulders and wrapped them behind his neck.
Patrick began with slow, careful thrusts. Slowly, it became quicker and rougher ones. It could have just been the alcohol but this was the best either of you had ever felt in your lives.
"T-trick! Don't stop, don't ever stop!" You said, oozing with pleasure.
"I won't, baby. God- it's so fucking good..."
Patrick pounded into you so deeply you could swear you saw stars. With each thrust he made an adorable grunt that you drank up. This was heaven. Heaven was fucking your babysitter.
You both knew you were getting close to your climax and were feeling your groins tighten with pleasure, ready for release.
"P-patrick, I'm...I'm gonna-" Before you could finish your sentence you were cut off by your own orgasm ripping through you. Sounds you didn't know you were capable of producing tore out of your throat. Patrick felt your vaginal muscles flutter around his cock and before he could react quickly enough his own orgasm tore through him and he came deep inside of you.
Warmth filled your belly. You sighed in ecstasy and Patrick fell on top of you with a final groan. You both waited for your breathing to calm down and the after effects of your orgasms to cease.
Patrick pulled out and you shivered. You hadn't realized how deep he'd been...
Suddenly, Patrick shot up and his eyes widened. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... I really meant to pull out. I'll go buy a Plan B or something, just give me like 10 minutes!"
You laughed. "I'm on the pill, Trick, we should be fine."
Patrick sighed in great relief and smiled
at you.
"You're adorable, though." You leaped on to Patrick and tackled him against the couch, pinning his arms down and savoring his sweet expression.
"Let's go get cleaned up," Patrick suggested. "Maybe have some ice cream before bed or something..." You liked that idea. Pulling on your clothes, you and Patrick went upstairs to shower off.
The rest of the night went smoothly. After some ice cream you were both exhausted and Patrick ended up crawling in bed next to you. It was some of the most peaceful sleep you'd ever gotten.
Early the next morning, your parents returned and were delighted to see you and Patrick sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast (slightly hungover, but it passed for tiredness.)
Your mother beamed upon you and Patrick, "Did you kids have fun?"
You and Patrick exchanged looks and nodded at her cheerfully.