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I called Carly. I also enslaved Justine for another day. It was something I just had to do after my awkward conversation with Carly was over. I mean, c'mon, I randomly called a random girl if she could babysit a random kid I randomly adopted.

Though, I think I was the only one experiencing the awkwardness. Over the phone, Carly seemed excited and eager. She told me she is free whole week, except on weekends, which is fine by me. That's the reason I am meeting her today to get to know her.

I wanted to ask her yesterday if she could babysit today, but I figured it would look weird. Besides, Justine demanded Italy for babysitting in the office, I might as well get everything from the deal.

Of course, a big fight erupted between us. She'd scream at me why haven't I called her friend, why does she have to do all the hard work again and I believe I was also named a dickhole. Basically, nothing new happened this morning.

However, we're about to see how the rest of the day will unravel.

Carly and I agreed to meet at my place since I can't leave Devon completely alone and I'm yet to meet his babysitter. I've already made my decision that I want her to watch over him. All of this is just a formality and so when she'll appear at my doorstep, I'll know she came for Devon and not for me. Imagine that disappointment, though!

I don't go to extreme lengths with my outfit like I did with Mr Ritchie. God, a shiver runs down my spine whenever I think of that guy. Even though I am dressed in a random T-shirt of pale cream colour and regular blue jeans, I still look mighty good.

I don't know what kind of food Carly is into, but all I can pray for is that she's not a vegan. I'm not much of a cook. Sure, I know how to peel potatoes and how to cook various meals, but if I can choose, I'd choose not to bother with cooking.

I really want to take Carly to a restaurant where I wouldn't have to bother if something is still in the oven or if I used enough of salt. But if I take her there, I'll have to worry about Devon throwing up or sticking something in his mouth, which isn't necessarily a food.

I hear the doorbell right when I check how the chicken is doing in the oven and the feeling of nervousness overwhelmingly runs through me.

I let the chicken breasts and potatoes rest on the counter. I don't want to risk burning this meal. It'd definitely mean a bad start.

I get to the door, open it and... Hot damn!

"Hi, are you Nathan?" Big smile lights the whole hallway and the voice adds even more spiritual kindness to it.

"Y-yeah. Carly?" Once the fairly tall creature nods, I let her in and give myself some time to observe her, even if it's just from behind. Better view from here anyway!

Heavy, big curls and bouncy strawberry blonde hair is such a novelty to see in the middle of my apartment, I'm not sure how I am supposed to react. All I know is that I really really like it. Young, frilly and all over the place.

Suddenly, she turns to face me and her skirt flies around her thighs, nearly showing me everything I'd like to see. Good Lord, that's one short skirt.

"I really like this place." She says and looks around some more "It's very modern. Kind of reminds me of Christian Grey's apartment in the movies!"

Are you for real?

Is Christian Grey, fake Edward Cullen, all women think about these days? Jesus! "Didn't watch the movies. For all I know, it's Grey who's faking me."

Carly giggles so loudly and sincerely, I am legitimately taken by surprise. When her laughter dies down, she points her finger at me "You're funny."

That wasn't a joke... "Thanks?"

"So, where's your big fella?" She asks as she scans the place with her persistent glare of greyish green colour.

In my pants. "He's in the crib. This is his room." I show her the door and see her in.

We get to the crib and Carly's hands jump to her face when she beholds the sight of Devon. Women and babies.

"Look at him!" She squeals when the kid reacts to her praise with a toothless smile.

I want to tell her that I look at him 24h per day too much, but I rather keep my mouth shut. It takes me a lot of energy and willpower to do that. I just like to be honest and straightforward.

Carly stretches her hands towards him and I assume she wants to pick him up and cradle him in her arms, so I stop her "Sorry, uh, he just ate and I'm hoping he'll get some sleep, because... Babies sleep a lot."

And that's all for Nathan Price's The Baby Show for tonight!

"Of course," She says and pulls back, but never stops admiring him. Really, woman? He's just another meatball throwing poop out in a diaper. What's so cute about that?

I don't think she's feeling the same uneasiness as I do, but I feel the desperate need to get this evening going "Since it's kind of late, I thought we could have some dinner and discuss some things over it?"

Boy, the way she looks at me. Like I'm a God. Yes, baby, yes. "That's so considerate. Where are we going?"

"Uh, nowhere?" I reply, swallowing my pride in the process. I will never stop mentioning how much I wish we were in a restaurant. It's so much better there!

"Nowhere? She asks, her eyebrows revealing her confusion. Well, how many other places are there, c'mon? If we're not going anywhere, we're most probably gonna eat in here, don't ya think?!

"I cooked." Many many many times I've played the modest card because I like to hear how amazing I am and because women like confident guys who aren't all about their egos.

Carly's face flushes dark red as if someone sprayed paint all over her. Hehe, all over her. "You did?" She puts her palm on her chest where her heart is hiding and giggles breathlessly "That is very charming! A man that cooks!"

Girl, you'd be surprised. Believe it or not, we men know how to take care of ourselves.

I escort her out from the room and make sure to close the door as gently and as silently as possible, then usher her to the table.

She takes a seat and I can't understand why is she looking at me like I've slaughtered her whole family. Did she expect me to pull a chair out for her? Honey, this ain't a date, besides if you haven't noticed, I'm busy.

I bring the chicken and potatoes to the table and just as a precaution say another prayer. Do not be vegan!

"Mmm, chicken!" She says excitedly and wiggles in her chair. She is literally vibrating with good mood, what the actual fuck?

I take that as a good sign, though. Someone must've been listening to my prayers after all!

I sit down as well, opposite of her and we both put food on our plates.

"You're gonna eat all of that?" She asks me when she checks out my plate. Why are people always surprised by how much I eat?!

I avert my eyes up and look at her innocently "Yes?"

She lifts both brows and I'm not sure if she's impressed or grossed out by it "That's a lot. Especially meat."

Well, I happen to like meat more than other stuff. I shrug "I'm a guy that consumes a lot." Ever since I hit puberty, darling.

She cuts a piece of meat and tastes it, her face glowing. It looks like food is eatable.

***

She is both sexy and funny, I'll give her that. When we talked, she dropped small and silly jokes in conversation just like that. Talking to her was fun and even now, when I'm looking at her, I wonder if that's really her natural self or is she trying to impress me. These damn females.

The more I got to know her, the more she convinced me she'd be a good babysitter for Devon. She loves children and she has babysitted toddlers and infants before. I'd say she's a pretty good investment.

We've finished dinner a while back and when I offered her something to drink, she wouldn't accept anything that has less than 12% of alcohol. This is why I like to be well stocked. You hear that, people who always criticise my alcohol supply?!

Because we were here to discuss business, I pulled a bottle of bubbly wine, instead of black vodka. I bought the wine when Daniel announced the second child is on the way, but given how things are going, I'll probably never get to see my new nephew or niece, whatever they'll get.

Carly has drunk more than me. She looks like a fragile thing when it comes to alcohol. I saw the first signs of tipsiness after she had drank a second glass. I'm currently on my fourth and I barely feel anything. I'm not so sure how she is doing, though.

Ever since I poured her the first glass, her eyelashes seem to automatically bat their way at me and when we make eye contact, her eyes always widen a little. She is cute, no denying that. But when she starts removing her cardigan to show off her small curves and feminine posture, she... Just doesn't seem like an innocent little girl anymore. She's more than aware how to look and lick her lips to get a man's attention.

My assumption is she drank too much, so I think it'd be for the best if I smoothly pull this off, get her in my car and take her home. She told me she has a long-time friend for a roommate. If my idea of friendship is correct and if society hasn't changed it's meaning into a way of getting things, then the girl-friend must be worried or will be. Trust me, you don't want a friend to suspect anything happened. You might as well be dead.

"And when the wife found out I'm actually a college girl and therefore a legal person, she thanked me for my services. They've had scenes before, I guess it's understandable why she fired me." Carly is on her third story about babysitting.

I can't get my turn to speak and ask her if I could drive her home, because alcohol has kicked in her system, She has become unstoppable.

She finishes another glass. I stopped counting how many of those she has already swallowed. "But why wouldn't she just leave him? If he's such a bastard, it's not worth it, you know?"

I think about telling her it's for the same reason why my Dad put up with my Mum for such a long time. He wanted us to be a family and didn't want to divide us. If there's only one person trying to keep a family together, I guess falling apart is inevitable.

"Maybe she still loves him. We people are weird like that." I don't know where I pulled that from, but it must be from a cringy cliche romantic comedy. I'm all about honesty, but I doubt a drunk girl would like to hear what kind of family I have in my mind - the unfunctional family and the only one I ever knew.

She swings her hand dismissively. She obviously doesn't care much about the conversation, she just likes to talk.

I recognise this as my opportunity to usher her home. Not that I don't like her company, I just think that is the right thing to do.

"Let me take care of this," I say as I get up and take a hold of our glasses.

Carly smiles cheekily and nods. Even if she wanted to drink some more, I'd have to open a new bottle. Did we really drink that much?

I carry glasses to the sink and dispose of the empty bottle in the trash bin. With the corner of my eye, I follow what my guest is doing. She's left the table and followed me around the counter. She's probably got the hint and is getting ready to leave.

"Let me just call Jessica. She's my ride." She says and unlocks her phone with a pattern. After typing in her friend's phone number, she lifts the phone to her ear and in less than 30 seconds her friend answers her. "Yeah, I'm done. Could you come by?"

In the meantime, my hands are still stuck in the water, cleaning the forks we use. "What did she say?" I ask when she's done.

Her hip leans onto mine and she murmurs "She told me to give her half an hour. Max."

I nod "Alright. What would you like to do while we wait?"

I try. I do try. I do try to make it sound like a normal question. I do try to make it sound as if I were talking to Aidan - that thought just makes it more disturbing. But really, how can I look at this adorable girlish face, those teeth playing with her plump lip whenever she looks at me and not imagine how her mouth would look wrapped around my... something?

"Nathan," She says and looks up at me "We both know what I'd like to do." Carly removes one strap of her shirt off her shoulder and blinks up "The question is what would you like to do?" Just like that, another strap falls down and piles around her hips when it slides down her body.

Oh, sweet Jesus!

I try my best to look away. I don't want to, but I do. God, and she's braless.

Carly lifts a brow and puts her hands on my forearm to drag my palms from the water.

"Carly," I say and try to take a step back. Sadly, or happily, depends how you see it, I can't do that without looking at her. And with every glance, I want to take a step forward, instead of backward.

She smiles innocently and steps on her toes. She's inches away from me "Like you don't want it."

Oh, fuck me, baby.

I can feel her hot breath so close. I can feel how eager she is. But I don't want to take advantage of a drunk girl. And to make it even juicier, she'll be Devon's babysitter! Shit, when I put it like that, that's exactly why I want her even more. Dirty little angel.

"Trust me, I do," I mutter and lean in. Our lips unite into a wet kiss. I can still taste the wine on hers.

❤

She is one wild girl. The way her tongue moves with mine sends a shiver of lust and hunger down my body.

I could stop. I could stop, gently push her away, break the kiss and when alone jerk off thinking of her. I know it would be the right thing to break this before it turns into something we'd both regret. Would I regret pleasuring such a cute little sprout? Hell no! And let's be honest, girls like bad boys and I'm no goody two shoes. Never was, never will be.

My hands that were hugging her small body are cupping her petite breasts and when I feel how they're growing under my touch, I officially say goodbye to my common sense.

I feel her body as she feels mine in lust. I slide my palms over her back, abdomen and thighs. Once I get to the latter, I sweep her off her feet, into my arms and put her on the counter.

When I do that, her soft moaning tells me all I need to know. She likes it. We both like it. And we're gonna do it. No way stopping us.

Sitting on the counter with thighs wrapped around me and without another care in the world, this eager, excited and lustful young woman doesn't wait. Carly's hands are all over my belt. She is in such a haste, she tugs on the buckle so strongly and swiftly, the whole belt flies around the room and lands on the kitchen tiles.

Our kisses never stop. She doesn't want to break the intense feeling our lips create and neither do I. Whatever Carly does, she does it so professionally it distracts me from other things. Her hand in my trousers is making a real crowd in there, while her other hand in now holding my face, then. And she's already caressing my neck and pulling on my hair. Her hand firmly grabs my more than excited member that's been neglected horribly and starts stroking it quickly but keeping her grip very tight. If she's simulating what she's like between her legs, I will cum before even entering her.

I react appreciatively and when she starts torturing me a little, I can't keep it together. Either I finish this right here and right now or I just break the kiss.

I inhale sharply and moan at the same time. We've barely just begun with this foreplay and I'm dying with excitement and neediness. If I won't get her soon enough, my lungs are going to explode in anticipation.

I straighten my back in pleasure, feeling her silky skin on her palm rubbing me persistently. I let my hands release the end of the counter to spread her legs some more. I want full access. Thank Christ she is wearing a skirt.

My fingers caress the treasure between her legs over her panties and holy shit, that girl could save the drought in Sahara. So ready. So ready just for me.

It's me who's torturing her now. She throws her head back, her hazel hair falling down her breasts, shoulders and back.

Such an intoxicating young lady.

She can maybe give torture, but she's not so strong when receiving one. When I circle around with my fingers and leave no area without giving it special attention first, she moans in both frustration and pleasure. She tries to spreads her legs more, and keep them closed at the same time and I can't help but smirk.

With her head still leaned back, she can barely breathe, inhaling and exhaling heavy sighs mixed with groans.

Little Carly is twisting her body, withering underneath my touch and begging me for more, to give her the satisfaction she came here for.

I'm nowhere close to ending this evening right now. I want the scent of her perfume to be replaced with something more intoxicating - pleasure.

Her mouth is parted in agony and I shut her by giving her a deep kiss that goes on forever. Her lips are soft and willing, I can't stop kissing her, tasting her. Carly is melting underneath my touch and warmth of my hot body that wants to fully consume her.

My finger never slides under her panties, we are never skin to skin and it's driving both of us nuts.

"Argh!" She cries out, her fingers at the edge of breaking.

She is getting even wetter with every stroke of my fingers and with every gentle pressure I put on her sensitive genitals.

"Come on!" Carly moans out, ushering her hips forward and hoping I'll end her agony.

When her hot and wet centre is pushed into my hands with haste and I can feel all of her, something changes. My need to tease her evaporates. All I want is this girl and I want her right now. Her moans are muffled by our kiss, but her body sets on fire when I step closer and nothing separates us anymore.

The moment we're chest to chest, she lets go of the counter and digs her nails into my arm.

Right away, I know she's been holding back with moaning, shaking, groaning and slithering. She can't take that much of it and I can't wait to push her over her line.

I hold her panties aside, so her entrance is nicely revealed. I have no time to undress her.

Here we go, baby!

One swift move pulls a mixture of relief and aggressive lust from out throats. Her fingers are entangled in my hair and whenever I move out and strike in her again, she pulls on my scalp in sync.

"Oh god... Oh god... Oh god..." She's crying out for me, pulling me closer and pushing me away.

Being with her like this, having sex on the counter with Carly, burying myself in and out, repetitively is having the same effects on me as if I were taking drugs.

Shit, whenever I go in and feel her readiness it's like jumping in a large pool of desire.

Carly announces every strike with a loud moan. It's because of her that I notice, I'm moving faster and harder, she and her voice reflect my actions. Louder. I want her to be louder. I want her to lose the sense of everything around her, except for our animalistic little hookup. 

I keep my eyes closed to savour the moment, to have everything concentrated on what my fingers are feeling, what my nose is smelling and what my skin is experiencing with every new strike. 

I don't do it all the same, though. Sometimes I follow her curve, sometimes I just recklessly slam in. The best part - she likes both. 

I bring myself to look at her. Her whole back is bent backwards, her head leaning against the wall behind her as her hands can't hold onto my body anymore and grab whatever they manage to. 

I don't know what's draining me more. The feel of her tightening around me as I bring her closer and closer to the final blow or my hungry eyes that devour the sight of Carly's nipples jumping to the rhythm. 

Together we draw countless heavy breaths, feeling the satisfaction and frustration swarming us as we climb higher and higher until we're ready to jump and let ourselves fall, spiralling. 

Carly's pressing her right cheek against the fridge next to us, moaning into it and keeping her eyes closed tightly. 

Just a few more times... Just a few more times... 

"Ah! Ah! Nathan!" She cries out, throwing her head to the sides, but always leaning it back, keeping her neck exposed. 

When she screams my name, I can almost feel my eyes completely turning back from arousal. I'm gonna bring her to the exploding point and if it's the last thing I do!

With my body and mind completely out of control, the speed of our intercourse rapidly increasing and with the feeling of orgasm slowly creeping in, Carly's legs wrap tightly around my hips and soon she lifts herself up to be completely close to me like we're one. 

She screaming out words I can't understand is exactly what makes everything all the more exciting. 

She presses her forehead against mine and angrily begs me to finish her "C'mon, please-!"

Please the lady. 

With my hands on her back, I hold her in place and start moving like it's the end of the world. The good girl, Carly, she knows we're both close, that we're seconds away from it and she jumps to my help, pushing herself forward and backwards, so everything we do feels hundred times more intense. 

But my calculations are wrong. She is far closer than I am and when I feel how her walls close around my length all of a sudden, I am put in shock at the realisation she's almost come to an end. 

What the hell? Is she really that responsive and perceptive? She's one adorable little horny girl.

She pulls me into a tight embrace, her body is tense and shaking against mine. 

Her eyes meet mine and with lips wet from our kisses starts whimpering "I can't... I can't... Please, Nathan, please..."

At the sound of those words, I close my eyes and lean in, kissing her deeply. I need to taste her. I need to feel her closer. I need to have all of her. 

With a few more slower, yet stronger thrusts, Carly tenses, even more, her body stiffens up, her throat unable to produce any sound, until everything is over and she lets out an animalistic groan and lets her head fall on my shoulder. 

Like this, I can feel her sensitiveness pulsating.Well, fuck me. 

I rather pull out, because I know better than torture her for my own pleasure and I take one of her hands. 

She peers up at me exhaustingly and I whisper "Your turn, honey." 

Carly doesn't need another hint or two, she knows I'm not done yet, so she returns to what she was doing not long ago and starts stroking me. Her hand isn't so gentle anymore, she is demanding, moving with turbo speed, like she wants to dry me out. 

I suppose I overestimated both of us, even myself. Maybe it's Carly's hands, maybe all sensations have piled up, but I always thought it takes a little bit longer to do this to me. 

With a naughty and tired smile, she mutters with a low feminine voice "For me, Nathan?"

Shit, why are you so hot, babygirl?!

I feel a strange, but familiar sensation moving in my lower abdomen, that travels lower and lower, down to my crotch. 

I hold back a breath instinctively and close my eyes. She's touching me so demandingly and carefully at the same time, I am swarmed with a desire to do everything all over again. 

Carly leans forward. I know that because her breath grazes the skin of my cheek and neck "Please, Nathan. Give it to me."

I furrow my brows and the memory of her defenceless, young and firm body overtakes me. I remember what I did to her only a minute ago, how I made her feel and how satisfied and happy she was after. With the memories of her moans and groans, I feel the first one escaping my lips when Carly kisses my jaw and leaves a trail of those to the corner of my lips. 

The sensations are all in one place, they're building and growing, gathering together to await the long-anticipated relief. 

Shutting Clenching my eyes even tighter, or at least trying to do so, my knuckles are clenching around the counter and are almost at the edge of breaking - just like me. 

Carly's kisses never stop, they're always present, always nudging my urge to release of this torture and give her everything. 

My body is being drained. The energy, my common sense, the agonizing sexual torture, all of it is soon going to leave. It travels down to the point where Carly is touching me, squeezing me, rubbing me, playing with me like I'm her favourite limited edition sex toy. Fucking play me to the hell and back.

All of it, all of it, all of it swells. It keeps swelling as I feel the exhausting slowly overwhelming me, when everything I've described, the various sensations, memories, needs, they all implode inside me. The energy that was becoming bigger and bigger in my lower abdomen has been released, it exploded gloriously, causing me to groan in the process and finally I let myself come, covering her hands, thighs and already satisfied womanhood. 

I can't bring myself back to normal breathing. Even I nearly shatter under the pleasure that is coursing through my veins. The heat, the cold, I can feel it surging through me. Keeping me up and cooling me down. 

With half-lidded eyes, I look up at the young mistress. We're both leaning on each other, more than glad we've pulled this off. 

When I try to stretch over to reach some paper towels, so she could wipe herself, she takes her finger, wipes the cum and just... puts it in her mouth. Hah. And I thought she's a vegan. 

  ❤  

She makes a smacking sound and exhales loudly like she just had the refreshment of her life. Well... "Mm, mm, mm! Yummy!"

Keep going, baby. 

She literally cleans herself completely, while I can't do anything, but I stare at her with my mouth open. She grins at me like a devil and boops my nose with her index. Oh, what the hell?!

"Can you just...?" She asks and shows on the distance between us, probably wanting some more of it. 

The first thing I do is put my big fella back in my pants. No lady should see me flat, nu-uh! 

Then I take a step away and Carly dresses up quickly. I mean, she came here in a miniskirt, a sleeveless shirt and a cardigan! 

"It was great, Nathan." She says as she buttons up her cardigan, then leans closer to me, to give me a few more pecks. "Cute baby, lovely dinner, amazing sex. What else could a girl wish for!" She giggles and slowly walks away towards the exit "But I have to go on my way. Jessica's probably waiting for me already."

I look at her from afar, confused with all of this. Certainly, sex hasn't caused her body to process all of the alcohol she consumed! 

"Carly, uh... You want me to walk you down?" I offer. It has happened before that a young girl was walking down this neighbourhood and got attacked. I'm not risking this with Carly, especially with her being in that kind of state. 

Carly laughs and brushes her hair with her fingers really quick "I'm fine, Nathan."

I come closer and it's then that I notice, her eyes are more wide-eyed, she's not swinging on her feet anymore and the colour of her cheeks is there because of other activities. 

"It was you who had to relax, not me. I'll see you soon." She chuckles, gives me a wave and even sends me a kiss. 

And I am left standing in my own place, realising the girl pretended to be light-headed to get me relaxed. I don't know whether to feel complimented or insulted! But I can't shake the feeling of being used by this tall babysitter with great tits. 

A/N: You missed this, huh? Yeah, yeah, I know and I heard your dying wish! I do wonder which girl in Nathan's life so far you like the most. Maybe Eliza, Kenzie, Patty, Sue, Justine, Annabelle, Caitlin or Carly? My God, that man sure has a history xD And we have only just begun! Ooh, tell me which naughty chapter you liked the most, you dirty nuttheads!

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