Her breasts, now bared, were the sweet muffins I had imagined them to be. Granted, her impudent pink nipples were much larger than I had noticed before, steepling heavenward in their stiff arousal. Curiously, I hadn't spotted their pebbly prominence before, even though she seldom wore a bra under her tight tops.

Certainly it was no surprise that the sass-mouthed babysitter was not a virgin. Even though she was only fourteen, it was practically a given that a girl like her – single parent home, bad attitude, smart-ass – would have been despoiled by now, probably at the hands of a slightly older boy. And the way she behaved, I would rather expect that that unknown pioneer had merely been the first of many.

......(cont)