Broken People, Part Three

Sitting on the tub, Caitlin ran the razor along the curve of her right calf, rinsed the blade in her bathwater, and repeated the whole thing. She felt kind of foolish, wondered if Mandy would even notice she had shaved. It was her night to babysit the girl and this was the first time she had bothered to all week. She shook her head sadly, realizing she was getting all dolled up for a six year old.

Thing was, shaving wasn’t the half of it. She’d made a trip to the mall, her purchase laid out on the bed in her bedroom. Just thinking about it gave her a chill of excitement and she shivered deliciously as it worked its way up her spine.

Shaking her head again, she had to grin. She was so far wrong, she couldn’t even see right anymore.

She splashed some water on her leg, rinsed off the shaving cream. Running her hands over her calf and thigh, she gave it the smooth test. Satisfied, she sat her razor aside, stood up. She ran a towel down her long legs, dried off.

Naked, she strolled to her bedroom, looked down at what she had bought for tonight. It had been a reward, of sorts, for putting a nice dent in the page requirement she had been given by her publisher. She had wittled it down to just twenty more pages and she still had two weeks to get the rest written. Happy with the progress she was making, she decided to treat herself.

She wondered if Mandy would like it.

It was still early, still four hours until she had to leave but she couldn’t wait any longer to try it on. Grinning excitedly, she held it up so she could look at it. It was a bustier, black and sheer, lacey and sexy. She slipped into it, settled into place, then looked at herself in the mirrored closet door. It fit her like a dream, clung in all the right places. Grinning even brighter, she went to her unmentionables drawer, found some lace topped thigh highs. She rolled the silky nylons on her smooth legs, attached the garters to hold them up. She loved the way they felt as she ran her hands over her calves. Next, came the itty bitty matching thong. It was more string than anything else. She looked at herself in the mirror, again, loving how she looked in the sheer lingerie.

Even if Mandy couldn’t appreciate the lingerie, it made her feel sexy and horny as hell. She wasn’t sure she could wait the four hours until she could see the girl.

With one more look at her new lingerie, she turned from the mirror. She hummed to herself as she did a little dance. Flopping on the bed, she couldn’t stop smiling. She was in as good a mood as she could remember. It was partly the outfit and how it made her feel but it was mostly that she was going to see Mandy today.

She wondered if the girl was as excited as she was about this evening.

Glancing at the alarm clock on the bedside stand, she saw only ten minutes had passed. She groaned, thought these four hours were going to drag on for days. She’d go crazy just sitting around the house, waiting for time to pass.

She got up, went to her closet, and found a dress to wear. Slipping into it, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she smiled when she couldn’t tell she was wearing the lingerie under the light weight dress. It just looked like she was wearing pantyhose.

Still, she knew and it gave her a little thrill, going out wearing such slutty lingerie. Smiling, she found some shoes and grabbed her purse. Car keys in hand, she was out the door, locking up behind herself. Outside, she shivered deliciously as a breeze found its way under her dress and caressed her bare buttocks. It made her smile even brighter.

——————————————————————– She was thirty minutes early but she couldn’t wait anymore. Pulling up to the gate, she pressed the buzzer button, smiled at the closed circuit monitor. There was a buzzing sound and the gate swung inward. She drove up to the house, parked half way around the loop. Getting out of the car, a breeze caught her dress hem and she had to wrestle it down. Still, anyone nearby would have caught a peek of the lacy tops of her stockings and her bare buttocks. She glanced at the house but she didn’t think anyone had seen her. Still, she got a little shiver of excitement.

Her heart was racing as she approached the house and she tried to calm down. The breeze had gotten her adrenalin going a little. Mandy’s dad opened the door for her, his face as dour as usual. He was a handsome man, maybe a little prissy. She smiled at him and he looked like he wanted to groan because he had to smile back.

“Hello, Caitlin,” he said, letting her in the house, “it is kind of good you are here early. Would it be fine if you started watching Mandy a bit early?”

“Um, that’s fine,” she said.

“Thank you,” he said, leaving her standing there. Frowning, she shook her head. He was as odd as his wife.

Mandy came down the stairs, hearing Caitlin’s voice. She came over to the babysitter and Caitlin bent down to receive a warm squeeze from the little girl. Mandy pulled back, looked around for her parents, then pressed her lips to the babysitter’s. Caitlin caressed her tongue with hers, but just for a second. She didn’t want the parental types walking in on her making out with their daughter. It would ruin her evening.

“I missed you,” Mandy said, smiling shyly.

“I missed you, too,” Caitlin said, touching her cheek affectionately.

Straightening up, she saw her parents coming out of the kitchen. They said goodbye to Mandy, then left without a hug or a kiss or even an affectionate squeeze of the shoulder. Mandy looked at Caitlin, shrugged and gave her a sheepish grin.

“I know, kid,” she said, shaking her head.

Mandy offered her hand and Caitlin took it, found herself being led upstairs. She crossed her fingers that the little girl was leading her to the bedroom. She grinned when they turned into her room and the door closed behind them.

Noticing the stuffed bear on the bed, she laughed. It used to sit on a chair in the corner, gathering dust. She had shown the little girl a naughty, fun use for him the last time she was here and it looked like it had earned him a spot on the bed. She’d never forget watching her naked little body as she dry humped the grinning bear.

On lucky bear, Caitlin thought, a little jealous of the stuffed animal.

Without preamble, Mandy started undressing, her clothes ending up on the floor. Naked, she climbed on the bed, stretched out on her side. Caitlin took a second to admire her, drank in her slight body. She was such an adorable little girl, lovely.

She grinned at the girl and the one she favored Caitlin with made her heart race in her breast.

Pulling her dress over her head, she let it fall to the floor. Mandy’s eyes widened and she gasped when she saw the lingerie underneath.

“What are you wearing,” the girl asked.

Smiling at her, Caitlin did a slow spin as she said, “Do you like it?”

The girl’s eyes were hot on her and it sent a shiver up her spine. When they made it up to Caitlin’s eyes, the babysitter could see the excitement in them. Another shiver worked through her, seeing the desire in those brown eyes.

“You look beautiful,” Mandy said, her eyes still roaming over Caitlin’s body.

“I’m glad you like it,” Caitlin said, smiling playfully, “I bought this just for you.”

“Me?”

“Well, us,” she said, stretching out on the bed. The girl reached out and touched the silky, sheer material of the bustier, grinning as she ran her hand along Caitlin’s flank. The feel of the fabric under her fingertips seemed to excite her, her eyes full of desire.

“What is this called,” Mandy asked, still caressing Caitlin through the sheer material of the lingerie.

“It is called a bustier,” Caitlin said, getting aroused by the girl interest. The girl’s sexual appetite never failed to turn her on.

“It is so pretty, so soft,” she said, grinning.

“I thought so, too,” the babysitter sighed.

The girl couldn’t stop touching the silky fabric, her eyes roaming over the lingerie. She seemed mesmerized by Caitlin’s figure but also by the bustier itself. The thought of the little girl in some slutty lingerie made her smile.

“Do you like this bustier,” Caitlin asked.

“Yeah,” the girl grinned.

“Well, when you get a little older,” Caitlin said, smiling at her, “maybe I’ll buy you one like it.”

“Why older,” Mandy asked, frowning.

“I’m pretty sure they don’t make this kind of outfit in a kid’s size seven,” Caitlin said, laughing.

“Oh,” the girl said, looked bummed out.

Poor kid, Caitlin thought, amused, she really wanted some lingerie. Come to think of it, I want her to have some lingerie, too.

It was supposed to be a goofy thought, imagining Mandy in a bustier and stockings as a joke but the thought stuck in her head. She shook her head to clear it, smiling at her own thoughts.

She leaned forward and kissed the girl, let her tongue into her mouth when it touched her lips. She hadn’t expected it to deepen like it did, the girl’s excitement coming through in the kiss. The lingerie had worked in spades, had Mandy all hot and bothered. It fueled her own desire, a pleasant warmth spreading in her lower abdomen.

The girl couldn’t stop touching her, so she rolled onto her back. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of her caresses as Mandy explored her lingerie-covered body. Soft moans dripped from her parted lips as she grew more and more excited. When the girl’s hand slipped between her thighs to massage her tender bud, she was very ready.

Her fingers drew a moan from Caitlin. The pressure through the thin crotch of the thong was delicious, had her hips rolling against her hand. Opening her eyes, she propped up on her elbows so she could watch the girl rubbing her pussy. The girl was still looking at the bustier, her brown eyes full of longing.

“Caitlin,” Mandy said, letting her free hand roam up the babysitter’s stocking clad thigh, onto her hip. It went higher until the girl cupped a breast through the lace cup of the bustier. Caitlin groaned as the material rubbed against her turgid nipples.

“Yeah, Sweetie,” she said, trying to catch her own breath.

“How old do you think I’ll have to be to get a bustier,” she asked, meeting Caitlin’s eyes.

Smiling, Caitlin said, “I don’t know, Sweetie. Probably not until you are a teenager.”

“That’s like seven years,” the girl said, her face falling.

“I know,” Caitlin said, rubbing her shoulders. The girl was still rubbing her clit but she didn’t seem to be into it, anymore. Sighing, she sat up and pulled the girl onto her lap, said, “I didn’t mean to bum you out, kiddo.”

“It’s okay,” she said, leaning her head against Caitlin’s shoulder. Caitlin kissed the top of her head, stroked her hair.

“Let’s go find something to eat,” Caitlin said and the girl scrambled off her lap. The naked girl looked at her, then giggled when she made no move to put her dress back on. She followed Mandy through the house, feeling a little thrill walking around in just the lingerie. Definitely not appropriate work attire for a babysitter.

In the kitchen, she found some leftovers in the fridge, popped the container in the microwave. She could feel Mandy’s eyes on her as she grabbed some plates from the cabinet. The girl’s gaze was like a caress on her skin. She felt a shiver work its way up her spine, getting turned on, again. Her heart was racing by the time she turned around with the food. Mandy was at the table, smiling at her. She smiled back as she set a plate in front of the girl, then sat down with her own.

She took a bite of the food, grimacing when it tasted like she was chewing on a cotton ball. The food had looked appetizing in the bowl, but had no taste whatsoever. In that, it was a lot like the woman who had made it- pretty to look at but tasteless.

No wonder Mandy’s parents were always going out to dinner, Caitlin thought pushing the plate aside.

Mandy was looking at her funny, so she said, “I don’t know how you can eat that.”

The girl shrugged, said, “It’s okay.”

“Tell you what,” Caitlin said, taking the plate from the girl, “let’s put this down the garbage disposal and order a pizza. How does that sound?”

“I’ve never had pizza,” Mandy said, a hint of nervousness creeping into her voice.

“Then it is definitely pizza time,” she said, scraping the tasteless concoction into the garbage disposal. The machine came grumbling to life and Caitlin thought even it sounded unhappy having to chew the food up.

Pulling out her cell phone, she called a local pizza chain that delivered, ordered them a pizza and a two liter of Coke.

“Alright, we have twenty minutes to kill before we have some real food,” Caitlin said, turning to the girl.

She picked the giggling kid out of the chair, her arm under her backside. Taking one of her hands, she danced and twirled them around the kitchen and into the living room. She tossed the surprised kid onto the couch, then sank to her knees beside it. Mandy grinned at her, smoothed her hair out of her face. She rolled on her side, moved as far back as she could and Caitlin took it as an invitation to join her. She stretched out, facing the girl.

Their lips met and time seemed to speed up as they kissed and touched. Caitlin had forgotten about the pizza until the buzzer at the front gate went off. Laughing, she rolled off the couch and went to the alarm panel, saw the delivery guy in the monitor. He looked no older than sixteen.

“How do I let him in the gate?”

The girl shrugged. Cursing under her breath, she pushed one button after the other until she saw the gate start to open.

“Aren’t you going to put something on,” Mandy said from the couch. She pointed and giggled.

Caitlin looked down at herself, laughed, “Nah. Let’s see if we can give the delivery guy a heart attack.”

The girl giggled as the doorbell rang and Caitlin sauntered over to the door in her sexy, new lingerie. She opened the door and smiled at the kid. His eyes widened at her outfit and he nearly dropped their order.

“Well, hello handsome,” she said, leaning against the door jam, “is that for me?”

She heard Mandy giggle from the couch and she had to struggle to keep a straight face. The teenager’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to work up the saliva to answer. Finally he gave up and nodded, instead.

“It smells delicious,” she said, sighing theatrically, “just let me get you some money.”

She left him standing on the stoop, felt his eyes on her bare buttocks as she turned to find her purse. She glanced over her shoulder at him, gave him a playful smile as she bent over and dug out her wallet. She rolled her eyes up at Mandy, saw the girl with her hand clamped to her mouth to hold in her giggles. Winking at her, she pulled some money out and turned back to the nervous boy.

“How much do I owe you, Sugar,” she said, grinning at him.

“Um… Well, it’s eighteen-seventy-five,” he stammered, his eyes kept wanting to wonder from her face, to her lingerie clad body.

“Well, here is twenty-three dollars,” she said, stepping really close to him. Smiling, she took the pizza and the two liter from him, said, “thank you, Sugar.”

“Y-you are wel-come,” he said, swallowing hard.

“Take care,” she said, turning to go back inside.

“Um,” he said, getting her attention, “I have some cinnamon sticks.”

“Do you now,” she teased, her smile making him look like he might faint.

“They-they are in the car,” he said, pointing, “I’ll let you have them.”

“You are so sweet,” Caitlin said and the boy turned and ran to his car. It took all of her focus not to start laughing. He came back with a bag of delicious smelling treats, placed them atop her pizza. She smiled at him, said, “What’s your name?”

“J-John,” he said.

“Well, John,” she said, biting her lower lip, “thank you for the treats.”

“No problem,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“Bye now,” she said, heading back inside. She made sure to chunk her backside, felt his eyes on her buttocks right up until the door shut behind her.

Finally, she let out the laugh she’d been holding in, looked at the giggling girl, “Now that was fun.”

She sat the pizza box on the coffee table in front of the girl, then went into the kitchen for cups. She came into the living room, saw the girl had flipped open the lid on the pizza. She was looking at the cheesy, pepperoni covered pieces of heaven, not sure what to make of it. Caitlin poured her some Coke, handed her the cup. It was the pizza all over, again. She looked at the bubbly black liquid with trepidation.

“It’s delicious, trust me,” Caitlin said, pouring some for herself. She watched as the girl took her first sip, smiled when her eyes widened at the sugary goodness. Mandy looked at her and she said, “Told you.”

“It’s good,” the girl said, grinning.

“Try the pizza,” Caitlin said, pulling a slice out of the box for her. She blew on it to cool it down, then passed the piece to Mandy. The girl looked at the greasy triangle in her hands, didn’t seem to know what to do with it. Caitlin took a slice, bit into it with gusto. The girl looked at the pizza, then took a little bite. She had to laugh at the pure enjoyment that crossed the girl’s face.

“See, kiddo,” she said, as the kid tore into the pizza, “that is what food is supposed to taste like.”

“It is so good,” Mandy said, taking long enough to swallow of Coke.

“I probably ruined your taste buds for the crap your mom makes,” Caitlin said, laughing.

The girl giggled, “Probably.”

“Sorry,” the babysitter said, laughing harder, “Ignorance really is bliss. Now you know what you’ve been missing.”

“I know,” the girl said, shaking her head. She grinned at Caitlin.

“I’ll start bringing us take out,” Caitlin said, laughing.

She couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiasm with which the girl devoured two slices of pizza. A starving man wouldn’t have been so eager.

“Take your time, kiddo,” she said, grabbing another slice for herself, “it isn’t going anywhere. I promise it isn’t going to get up and run away.”

Giggling, Mandy said, “I know.”

“Could have fooled me,” Caitlin said, laughing, “you took those two slices down so fast, I was afraid you were going to be up to your second knuckle before you realized you had run out of pizza and were chewing on your fingers.”

Mandy grinned at her and said, “You are silly.”

“True,” Caitlin said, nodding.

Suddenly, the girl sat up straighter, like she had just thought of something. Her eyes went to the grandfather clock, then she relaxed some. Frowning, Caitlin glanced at the clock, then back at the girl. She raised her eyebrows, questioningly.

“We still have time,” Mandy said.

“Time?”

“We didn’t finish, earlier,” the girl said, grinning playfully at Caitlin.

Laughing, Caitlin said, “No, no we didn’t.”

“Mom got a new toy,” Mandy said, grinning.

“Oh, yeah,” Caitlin asked, laughing, “and how would you know that?”

“I snuck in and saw it,” the girl answered.

“What kind of toy is it?”

“I don’t know,” she said, frowning, “I don’t know how it works.”

“Now, I’m curious,” Caitlin said, getting up, “let’s go look at this new toy.”

Mandy scampered off the couch and ran ahead. Caitlin followed the naked six year old, taking it a little slower. The nylon stockings on the hardwood floor didn’t offer much traction, so running around after the pint-sized nudist was ill advised.

She found the girl already in the room, not at her mother’s bedside table but the closet. Caitlin came closer as the slight girl muscled something out of the closet and into the open. She recognized the curious looking device, had seen it used a few porn videos she’d watched.

Mandy saw her recognition, said, “You know what this is.”

“I do,” she said, squatting next to the girl, “it is called a Sybian.”

“A simian?”

Laughing, Caitlin said, “Syb-Sybian. I’m pretty sure simian has to do with monkeys.”

“Oh,” the girl said, grinning, “how does it work?”

Caitlin found an outlet and plugged in the saddle-like sex toy. She picked the naked girl up and put her on the ribbed pink attachment, then picked up the remote. It took her a few seconds to figure out how to work the knobs. When the saddle came buzzing to life, Mandy hopped off it like it had burned her, giggling.

“Tickles,” she said, rubbing herself down there.

“I think it is supposed to feel better at a higher setting,” Caitlin said, turning the dial to increase the vibration. The pink attachment became a blur and the saddle was making a god awful racket. The girl looked at it, then at Caitlin. She still didn’t looked convinced it wasn’t just an elaborate tickle machine. Shrugging, Caitlin said, “I’ll try it first, then.”

“You are going to use my mom’s toy,” Mandy asked, her eyes flashing at Caitlin.

“Isn’t that why we are up here,” Caitlin said, straddling the Sybian. She lowered onto the toy, was caught off guard by how crazy the vibrations were. She laughed and cranked the dial backwards by half. Looking at the girl, she said, “Wow, that is… Wow!”

She swore she could feel the vibrations in her teeth, all through her body. The first moan to slip from her slack mouth wasn’t alone for long, more following close behind. She felt herself become aroused in a hurry, was probably making a puddle on the floor.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, thickly, “that feels so good! So good!”

She squeezed her thighs on the saddle, rolled her hips back a little so her clit was mashed against the buzzing attachment. The sensation was so intense, felt so wonderful she couldn’t hold in a cry of pleasure. Like a dam that ruptured, they started spilling out of her faster and faster, washing through the silent bedroom.

The girl was looking at her in wide-eyed shock, but she couldn’t stop crying out. It almost felt too good, if such a thing were possible.

The one thing the saddle seemed to be missing was a handle, something she could hold onto for dear life. In its absence, she didn’t know what to do with her hands, must have looked kind of goofy as she kept trying to find a home for them. She didn’t care, her body awash with delicious sensations. The sybian had her in a state.

I need to buy me one of these, Caitlin thought, then grinned as another thought came to mind, then again, I’d never get any writing done if I had one.

It couldn’t have been but a couple of minutes since she had climbed onto the sex toy but already she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm. Like an animal awakened from its slumber, it thrashed through her body in a fury, shaking her to pieces. It was so intense she couldn’t breath, her cry of ecstasy silenced mid way through. She had to hop of the toy like Mandy had done, the vibrations too much on her now tender sex. On her hands and knees, she was a panting mess, her hips continuing to rock even with the vibrations gone.

After a few seconds, she regained control of her body and some of her composure. Brushing her hair out of her face, she looked at the girl. She laughed at the look on Mandy’s face, a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

“Now, that was fun,” Caitlin said, still trying to catch her breath.

“Really?”

“Trust me, kiddo,” she said, smiling at her.

Mandy looked at the still buzzing saddle, an uncertain frown just tugging at the corners of her mouth. She glanced back at Caitlin, who nodded her encouragement. The girl approached it slowly, stood looking down at it for a second. One more glance at Caitlin, then she straddled the toy, hesitantly lowered her weight onto it.

It must have felt different this time, because she didn’t giggle or jump off of it like before. Her beautiful eyes widened as the vibrations started working through her slight body. The machine startled a gasp from her, then a thick moan of pleasure. Caitlin smiled at her when the girl looked her way.

“Told you it felt good,” she said.

“It makes me feel like I have to pee,” she said, biting her lip.

“It feels like that sometimes,” the babysitter said, leaning against the foot board of the bed so she could watch the little girl as she road the sybian.

She was so small, her knees couldn’t touch the floor. The vibrating attachment was snug against her girlhood, her body weight mashing her bud against it. There was no way for her to escape the intense pleasure the machine was giving her.

“I don’t know if I can take this,” she moaned, her hips beginning to rock. It only made it worse, the motion rubbing her clit against the little nubs of rubber on the saddle. Her first cry of ecstasy seemed to shock her and she put a hand to her mouth. She couldn’t hold the second one in, either.

Caitlin had to smile, thinking about the look the girl had given her while she was riding the machine. Mandy probably understands the noises the babysitter had been making a little better now. Her adorable face was pinched in rictus of pleasure, her eyes wide enough that Caitlin thought they might fall out of her head.

“I don’t-” she started to repeat herself but didn’t finish as she climaxed, hard. She gasped, her whole body shaking. The shaking only got worse when she couldn’t seem to get any traction with her feet, couldn’t lift off the saddle. She gasped a second time as another orgasm hit her. Finally, she managed to throw one leg up and over, toppling onto her side beside the machine. Giggling, she squeezed her thighs together and squirmed.

Laughing at her, Caitlin scooted over to where the girl lay on her side, “Did it get you?”

“Twice,” Mandy panted, grinning at her, “I was stuck.”

“I saw that,” the babysitter said, pulling the girl into her lap. Mandy put an arm around her neck and Caitlin hugged her back.

“I like your mom’s new toy,” Caitlin said, grinning at her.

“Me, too.”

—————————————————————————- Looking at her purchases spread out on the couch, she thought she was in way over her head. She had done the research, read every article and watched every video she could find. Her head was chock full of relevant knowledge. In theory, she had all the tools she needed to complete her little project. Problem was, she knew how to fly, in theory, but if she started flapping her arms…

Taking a deep breath to prepare herself, she opened the box to her new sewing machine, set it on the coffee table. She found a single page of instructions, laughed as she thought she needed a whole lot more guidance than it offered. She plugged the machine in, set it up according to the diagram. When she turned it on, it came purring to life.

“So far, so good,” she said, laughing.

Going to her desk, she started some music on her laptop, then found the concept sketch she had made. She smiled at the drawing of a little girl in a bustier and stockings. How far around the bend she had come that she was going to make lingerie for a six year old. Still, she could see the disappointment in the girl’s eyes when she had said they didn’t make it in her size. If she managed to make something resembling a bustier for the kid, the smile she’d get would make it worth the effort. She loved to see the girl smile.

Setting the drawing aside, she picked up the print outs of stencils she’d found on the web. It showed all the pieces she’d need to cut to make a bustier, size small. Unfortunately, she needed an extra, extra small one. She could probably figure it out, but she hated math. And rulers, for that matter.

So, she had borrowed one of Mandy’s shirts. Stole, really, since she was going to have to cut it up to make a stencil. She doubted she’d be able to put it back together, again, when she was done with it. She didn’t feel too bad; the girl had a lot of shirts and Caitlin doubted she’d even notice one was missing.

The idea was to cut and snip the shirt into the shape of a bustier, adding some fabric here and there to get the shape right. It made sense in her head, seemed like it could work. She grinned and crossed her fingers as she went to her purse and grabbed the t-shirt.

It was green, of course. The girl’s kook of a mother only bought her green shirts, even though Mandy’s favorite color was orange. It was strange but, unfortunately, not the strangest thing about the woman’s behavior toward her daughter.

Shaking her head, she took the shirt to the couch, stretched it out on the cushion beside her. She smiled at how small the shirt was, thought about Mandy’s cute little body. Still smiling, she found the laundry marker she had bought, popped the cap off. Looking at the shirt, she tried to see the lingerie in it, had a hard time figuring out where to start marking.

Getting up, she grabbed her lap top, brought it to the couch. She opened an image she had saved, the reference for the bustier she wanted to make. Again, she thought the model in the lingerie was stunning, had the perfect body. Admittedly, it would be a few years before Mandy had curves like her but she thought the girl would still look cute in it.

With the picture on the screen as a guide, she started making some marks on the green fabric. Trying to draw straight lines on cotton with a marker turned out to be a real pain in the ass. She was cursing under her breath.

She decided to err on the side of caution, figuring she could make the cuts deeper once she got the rough model done. Caitlin held up the shirt, trying to imagine what it would look like with the pieces cut out of it. Giving up, she decided it was time to open her new fabric scissors.

The scissors were ridiculously sharp, cut through the cotton like a hot knife through butter. As pieces fell away, the t-shirt began to look a little more like the bustier it would become. Gone were the sleeves and a whole lot of the bottom hem. She’d basically turned the t-shirt into a raggedy tank top. Groaning, she realized she could have just bought a tank top in Mandy’s size, in the first place.

In fact, she probably could have found a top pretty close in design to what she needed.

“Too late now,” she said out loud, holding up the shirt. She thought the shape was right, but decided to make it a little more skimpy. She cut it so it would sit higher on the hip and lower on the chest. It made her grin, thinking she was making the lingerie for a six year old and wanted to slutty it up some more.

Looking at what she was left with, she pictured how it would look as a stretchy, sheer top. For the first time, she felt a twinge of excitement about the project. It just might work.

Time kind of became a blur of marking and cutting and, eventually sewing. In pieces, it didn’t look like much and she worried. She fought the urge to hurry so she could see something that would resemble a bustier. Her proficiency with a sewing machine was about as low as could be and the last thing she needed to do was rush and make a mess of the project. She had taken a home-economics class in middle school, some seven years ago, and the teacher had shown them how to thread the machine, how to work the peddle and how to sew a straight line. She hadn’t been particularly good at it then, either.

Slowly, it started to come together, at least resembling a garment that could be worn. As she added some ribbon accents to form panels in the stretchy material and lace on the fringes, it began to look like the image on her computer screen and she became more and more excited. She started singing along with the music, actually enjoying herself.

It kind of surprised her how much fun she was actually having.

Yawning, she glanced at the time on her laptop, saw it was almost three in the morning. The living room was a mess, scraps of fabric and empty shopping bags everywhere. She groaned, thinking about having to clean up the wreckage. Still, she had to smile. It was done. Looking at what she had created, she couldn’t believe how well it had come out. She was no seamstress, had fought the machine the whole way, but, in the end, she had managed to make a pretty decent looking bustier. She doubted the people at Victoria’s Secret would be knocking down her door over it but she thought one little girl would be excited to see it.

Thinking about Mandy, she had to smile. The girl made it worth the band-aids on two of her fingers and the gouge in her couch cushion from the scissors sinking too deep, the mess on the floor and the dent in her bank account. It had cost a lot more to make Mandy’s bustier than to buy her own.

She killed the music, closed her laptop. Stretching, she grimaced at how tight her shoulders and back were. She’d been in pretty much the same position for seven, almost eight hours.

Leaving the mess for the morning, she went to the bathroom, found some pain killers in the medicine cabinet. She washed a couple down with some water from the tap. Looking at her reflection in mirror, she shook her head.

“I just made lingerie for a six year old,” she said, still shaking her head.

She left the bathroom, went to the kitchen for some wine. Glass in hand, she sat on the couch, looked at her creation. She pictured Mandy in it, thought the girl would look adorably sexy in the sheer lingerie.

She wasn’t finished with the project, she decided. The bustier needed a panty, a thong. Maybe some stockings for the garters she had made. A cute little choker necklace that matched the top. She smiled, thinking she’d get to work on it in the morning.

—————————————————————— “They are gone,” Mandy said, turning away from the window. She grinned at Caitlin, “Let’s go upstairs.”

“You go ahead,” Caitlin said, smiling excitedly, “I have to get something out of the car, then I’ll be right up.”

“Okay,” the girl said, running for the stairs. Caitlin watched her go, grinning, then went out to her car for the gift bag in the backseat.

She found the girl already naked and sprawled out on the bed. Holding out the bag, she said, “Here. This is for you.”

“Me,” the girl said, her eyes widening as she looked at the bag, “what is it?”

“A surprise,” Caitlin said, sitting down on the bed. The girl sat beside her, took the bag. She didn’t open it, just looked at it a second, then a Caitlin. She grinned at the girl and nodded. Mandy opened the gift, her eyes getting even wider as she pulled the tiny lingerie out of the bag. Her gasp of surprise was priceless and so was the look on her face when she looked at Caitlin.

“This is a…” Mandy said, forgetting the word.

“A bustier with matching thong and stockings,” Caitlin said.

“Thank you,” the girl said, exploding into her arms, “thank you.”

“You are more than welcome,” she said, laughing at the kid’s exuberance.

“How? You said-” Mandy said.

“I had to make it,” she said.

“You made this,” the girl said, her eyes wide, “for me?”

“Yeah, Sweetie. For us,” she said, receiving another ferocious hug from the skinny girl. She hugged her back, basking in the warmth of her.

“It is amazing, Caitlin,” the girl said, grinning as she held it up to look at it.

“Well, try it on,” the babysitter said, her heart beating faster, “I’ve been dying all week for you to try it on.”

Mandy hopped off the bed, tried to figure out how to put the thing on. Caitlin had to help her with it, then the stockings and panties. She fastened the garters to hold the stockings up, then tied the simple lace and ribbon choker around her neck. Finally, she stepped back and admired her handy work on the kid. It looked as adorable and sexy on her slight frame as she had hoped it would. Especially the choker. Something about it just made her heart race. The bustier was black with white accents and lace, was cut to cling to her body. She had a tiny thong that barely covered anything and had a string back that disappeared between the girl’s pale buttocks. The stockings had turned out to be the trickiest part. In the end, she had bought a pair of tights, cut them down and added some lace trim to match the top.

The girl went to her mirror, looked at her reflection in the glass. She turned this way and that, admiring Caitlin’s craftsmanship and her figure in the stretchy, sheer material. Caitlin thought she looked adorable and very inappropriately sexy in the bustier and stockings, but it was the choker that really got her. She felt a flush of heat between her thighs at the simple ribbon necklace around her slender neck.

Mandy looked over her shoulder at Caitlin, grinning from ear to ear.

“You look great, kiddo,” she said, sincerely.

“It’s just like yours,” she said, giggling.

“Even better, because its yours,” the babysitter said, smiling at her happiness. The girl came to her, gave her another big hug. When the girl pulled back to arms length, Caitlin asked her, “Do you think I could have a picture?”

“Wearing this,” Mandy asked, her eyes wide.

“It is just for me,” Caitlin said, smiling, “you look so cute in your bustier, I just want a memento.”

“What’s a memento,” the girl asked, frowning.

“Just something to remember something by,” the babysitter said, taking out her smart phone, “like a photograph or a video.”

Mandy looked at her for a long moment, then said, shyly, “You wouldn’t show anyone else, would you?”

“Not without your permission,” she said, then grinned, “Why? You aren’t shy, are you?”

The girl blushed.

“If I looked half as cute as you do, kiddo,” Caitlin said, laughing, “I’d want everyone to see my picture.”

Mandy’s blush deepened, but she smiled at the compliment, “I think you are beautiful.”

The statement came out of nowhere and she gave a surprised little laugh, that was half a gasp, then grinned at the girl, “Beautiful? I think I’m cute, maybe even pretty on a good day, but I don’t think I can claim beautiful.”

The girl shrugged, said, “I think you are.”

“I’m flattered, kiddo,” she said, putting her hands on the girl’s cheeks and giving her a kiss, “I think you will probably grow up and make me look like a boy, though.”

The girl giggled, “Why do you say that?”

“You are adorable now but I think you’ll be gorgeous when you grow up,” she said, which was the truth. Her parents were odd ducks to say the least, but there was no denying they were beautiful people. She was pretty sure Mandy’s mother used to be a model before she had her. Not that she still couldn’t be one now. She just might be bat shit crazy but she’d look really good in a bikini or something slutty like her daughter had on right now, Caitlin thought.

Mandy grinned at her.

Smiling back at her, she said, “So, what do you think, kiddo? Can I have a picture?”

The girl bit her lip nervously, looked at the phone in Caitlin’s hand.

“It’s okay to say no, Mandy,” she said, smiling at the girl, “I’ll understand.”

“Maybe, just one,” the girl said, making it sound like a question.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” the girl said, still not sounding sure.

“I’ll tell you what,” Caitlin said, putting a hand on her shoulder affectionately, “we’ll take a picture and if you don’t like it or don’t feel comfortable with me having it, we’ll delete it. Poof, gone.”

It seemed to ease the girl’s mind some and she nodded, grinned. Caitlin opened the camera on her phone, then thought about what pose she wanted for her one picture.

“Alright, stand like this,” she said, showing her the pose she wanted. The girl stood facing away from Caitlin, looking back over her shoulder at the babysitter. Snapping the picture, she showed the girl.

Giggling, the girl said, “You can see my butt.”

“Very true. You have a cute tush; why wouldn’t I want a picture of it?”

She giggled again, looking at the picture. She met Caitlin’s eyes, said seriously, “You aren’t going to show anyone, are you?”

“No, sweetie,” she said, honestly, “This is just for me.”

“Then you don’t have to delete it.”

“No poof, gone?”

Grinning, she shook her head, “No poof, gone.”

“Good, because it is a sexy picture. I could just eat you up in this outfit,” she said, pulling the girl up on the bed beside her.

Mandy giggled and took the phone from her. She looked at her picture, grinning. It was a mischievous little grin and it made Caitlin’s heart race.

“Do you want to take another one,” she asked, crossing her fingers.

“Okay,” she said, handing the phone to Caitlin. She looked a little nervous but also kind of excited.

“How about one of you and Cubby? I see he is on the bed now, instead of on his chair in the corner. Have you and he been having some fun?”

The girl giggled, blushed. It was answer enough for Caitlin. She watched as the girl moved the bear into the center of the bed, then climbed on top of him. Lowering her body onto him, she looked at Caitlin. In the lingerie, grinning like the naughty girl she was, there was no mistaking the context of the picture. It looked just like it really was, like she was going to dry hump the grinning stuffed animal.

She showed the girl the picture, sitting beside her. Mandy didn’t get off of Cubby, was still straddling his hips. She giggled at the picture, turned the phone to show the stuffed animal. It made Caitlin smile, it was so cute.

“One more,” Caitlin asked, raising her eyebrows.

“One more,” the girl said, grinning. Caitlin thought it wouldn’t just be one more, hearing the excitement creeping into Mandy’s voice. She was starting to have fun with this, posing for the babysitter.

“How about one of you and me,” she said, patting her thigh.

“Yeah,” Mandy said, scrambling off the teddy bear and into Caitlin’s lap. She grinned when the babysitter hugged her close and held the phone out for a selfie.

The flash made her see spots in front of her eyes, but she had to smile at the picture. She felt a tug at her heart at the affection in the girl’s eyes, then wondered about her own state of mind when she saw the same look in hers. It scared her more than a little. She wasn’t ready to admit what she saw in her own eyes, not to herself and definitely not to anyone else.

“This is a nice picture,” she said, grinning at the girl.

“One more,” Mandy asked, returning the smile.

“I think that is my line,” Caitlin said, laughing, “Show me your best sexy pose.”

Mandy got off her lap, got on her hands and knees. She folded her arms on the comforter, rested her cheek on her arms. Her cute little backside was up in the air, like an invitation and she was grinning at the look on Caitlin’s face.

She couldn’t breath, her heart racing at the very sexy pose the girl had taken. When she had said ‘your best sexy pose’, she had expected something cute and playful, but this… She framed the picture, capturing the erotic photograph. Looking at it, she felt her body start to respond. Her nipples strained against the thin material of her shirt.

“That’s is a very sexy pose, kiddo,” she said, then asked the question that burned in her mind, “Where did you learn that pose?”

“In Dad’s magazines,” she said, grinning.

“You mean, from that time we were in your parent’s room,” Caitlin said, smiling. She had almost forgotten about the girl looking at the nudie magazine. It brought a smile to her face now, remembering how wide her eyes were as she turned the glossy pages.

“And other times,” she said, blushing.

“Mandy,” Caitlin admonished, laughing, “have you been sneaking in to look at your dad’s porn?”

The girl grinned, said, “No.”

“No?”

The girl got off the bed and pulled up one corner of her mattress. Caitlin got up so she could do it without straining, went to her side. She laughed when the girl came out with two magazines that, judging by the covers, weren’t appropriate for a six year old girl to have. Taking them from the girl, she flipped through them. She felt another flush of excitement when she saw they were lesbian themed, featured pretty graphic depictions of every sapphic coupling imaginable.

Whether she had been before Caitlin started fooling around with her or not, the girl seemed well on her way to being a lesbian.

Caitlin looked at the girl and she blushed, said, “I borrowed them.”

“You are going to put them back,” Caitlin asked, dubiously.

The girl giggled, “I stole them.”

“Yeah, that’s what I figured,” Caitlin said, laughing. She thought she knew the answer but she just wanted to hear the girl say it, wanted that little fantasy in her head, so she asked, “Why did you steal the magazines, Mandy?”

Her cheeks were already red but turned a deeper shade of crimson from the question, “You know.”

“Tell me, anyway,” she said, holding her breath.

“I like to look at them…,” Mandy said, looking away, “when I’m…Masturbating.”

And there it is, Caitlin thought, getting turned on by the mental image of Mandy with her hand in her panties, flipping from one explicit image to the next.

“Good for you,” the babysitter said, grinning, “I didn’t discover the joy of porn until I was fifteen. You are a head of the game, kiddo.”

Mandy gave a naughty giggle, took her magazine from Caitlin. She stuffed them back in her hiding spot.

“You might need a better hiding place,” Caitlin said.

“Why,” Mandy said, looking at her, “Mom and Dad never come in here.”

“Never?”

The girl shook her head, a pained look on her face. Caitlin believed her but she couldn’t imagine how they couldn’t ever come into Mandy’s room. How can you be a parent and never step foot in your kid’s room? Then again, Caitlin didn’t consider them much of parents.

“Well, that’s good for you, at least,” Caitlin said, pulling the girl into a hug, “I was wondering what to do with this lingerie when I left. I guess I can just leave it here with you.”

“Definitely,” Mandy said, grinning at her.

“And if you need some new magazines,” Caitlin said, laughing, “let me know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Caitlin said, laughing harder at her eagerness, “if you get tired of these, I’ll buy you some new ones.”

“Thanks,” the girl said, giving her another squeeze.

“Now, lets have another sexy pose,” Caitlin said.

It became pretty clear that the girl had looked at the magazines more than a little when she gave Caitlin five or six more erotic poses, let her take pictures in very revealing positions. The babysitter became more and more turned on each time the flash went off.

“Mandy,” Caitlin said, her voice a little shaky with excitement.

“Yeah,” Mandy said, looking expectantly up at her from her last pose at Caitlin. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the six year old, the sight of her sprawled on her back with her nylon sheathed legs crossed at the knees had her transfixed. She managed to look adorable and goofy and sexy as hell all at the same time.

“I was wondering if you might do something else for me.”

“Something else,” she asked, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. All of her reluctance about letting Caitlin take her picture in the lingerie was gone and Caitlin thought the girl might be as turned on as she was.

“This phone can take video, too,” she said, her heart off to the races in her breast at the thought of having a video of the sexy little girl to watch any time she wanted. If pictures were worth a thousand words, then surely a video must be…

Please say yes, Caitlin thought, crossing her fingers.

“Um…Okay,” the girl said, uncertainty creeping into her voice.

“I was thinking… Maybe you would let me have another memento. One of you using your magazines, maybe?”

“Masturbating,” she asked, her cheeks coloring.

Grinning, Caitlin nodded, said, “Yeah.”

The girl looked away but the babysitter could still see her blushing. The mischievous look was still on her face and she wasn’t exactly saying no.

“Too embarrassing,” She asked, grinning as the girl’s already red cheeks grew a deeper.

She nodded.

Getting an idea, Caitlin said, “Would it help if I joined you?”

“Joined me,” she asked, finally looking at Caitlin.

“We could look at your magazines together,” she said, getting a shiver of excitement when the girl considered it. The playful smile that spread on her face made it hard to breath.

“If I don’t like the video…” Mandy asked.

“Poof, gone. Deleted.”

“And you’d do it with me,” she asked, making Caitlin smile. She was giving in.

“If you want me to.”

The girl grinned at her, then giggled. The nervous excitement was back in her beautiful brown eyes. Looking at the phone in Caitlin’s hand, she bit her lower lip, then nodded.

“Yeah,” Caitlin asked, holding her breath.

“Yeah.”

“Alright,” she said, winking at the girl, “Grab your magazines.”

While the girl dug in her porn stash, Caitlin fiddled with the phone, used the comforter as a makeshift stand. She focused on the headboard, figured that was where the action would be happening. When Mandy crawled on the bed with magazines in hand, she double checked the framing. Satisfied, she started recording.

Her hands were shaking as she unbuttoned her blouse, the little buttons giving her fits. Mandy was watching her undress with interest, a hint of a smile on her lips. It didn’t do anything for her growing excitement. She managed to open her blouse, shrug out of it. The girl’s eyes were hot on her skin as she slipped out of her bra, as well. She could feel the desire behind her gaze as she wriggled out of her jeans and panties, til they pooled at her feet. In a hurry to join her on the bed, she kicked off her shoes, almost broke something on Mandy’s desk in the process as one went wide. The girl laughed at her, as she finished stepping out of her clothes

Her stomach fluttered with adrenaline as she joined the girl on the bed. Glancing at the phone, she knew this wasn’t the best idea. Up until now, it would have been just Mandy’s word against hers, but the pictures and videos on her phone… A treasured memento could become police exhibit A in a hurry if this odd relationship of theirs went south.

She hoped it never went south. More than that, she wished it was only because she didn’t want to go to prison. She shook her head to clear that thought away, still not ready to deal with it, yet. It kept coming up, more and more often. Eventually, she’d have to take a look at her feelings for the girl, but not now.

Now, it was time to have some fun.

“Which one do you want,” Mandy asked, grinning playfully as she held up her magazines.

“Whichever one you don’t want,” Caitlin said, thinking she really didn’t need a visual aid. The little girl in lingerie at her side was more than enough to get the juices flowing.

Mandy looked back and forth between the two magazines, then handed one of them to Caitlin, said, “This one is my favorite.”

“Then you should look at it,” she said.

“I want you to have it,” Mandy said, grinning at her.

“I’ll tell you what,” she said, smiling back at her as she pulled the girl into her lap, “We’ll both look at this one.”

“Okay,” the girl giggled, leaned back into Caitlin. She was so warm and soft, her weight familiar. It made Caitlin smile.

Mandy flipped through the magazine in a hurry, looking for something. Caitlin watched with interest, wondered what image she was searching for. She had to grin when she realized the girl had a favorite picture or set. It was kind of funny and sexy to think a six year old had a type, knew what turned her on.

She must have found it because she stopped flipping pages, showed Caitlin. Craning her neck, she grinned at the babysitter, said, “I like her.”

Caitlin blinked in surprise; the woman on the page could be her sister, she looked so much like her. Then she had to grin. The girl had a type, all right, and it was Caitlin. It pleased her more than she liked to admit.

“You like her, huh?”

“She looks like you, a little. Not as pretty, though,” Mandy said, looking at the page.

Caitlin thought the girl on the page was prettier than her but she wasn’t going to ague with the girl. She kissed the top of her head, gave her an affectionate squeeze.

To free up their hands, they put the magazine on the bed in front of them.

Caitlin glanced again at the phone, then let her hand slip into the junction o her thighs. No sooner did her fingers find clit did a moan escape her. The impromptu lingerie photo shoot with Mandy had her a horny mess.

She looked down at the girl in her lap, saw her little hand in the black thong. She had to smile when she heard the girl’s breathing change, grow quick and shallow. Mandy’s hips began to roll as her fingers worked her tender bud.

Forgetting about the magazine, Caitlin couldn’t stop watching the girl, thought she looked so adorably sexy in her itty bitty bustier and stockings. The girl must have felt her eyes on her because she craned her neck to look up at the babysitter, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Her hand never stopped moving under the thin material of the thong.

Smiling at her, Caitlin leaned in for a kiss. The girl’s tongue caressed hers as she let it into her mouth. It was a sweet, lingering kiss that neither of them wanted to end.

Mandy finally had to pull back, a moan ripping from her. The hand between her thighs was moving faster and faster. Her hips were gyrating, her body writhing under her own touch.

“Do you feel good, sweetie,” Caitlin asked, her own voice thick with excitement.

In a breathy little voice, she said, “Yeah.”

Her own excitement stoked into a raging fire, Caitlin felt tension creep into her body. She thought she might come. Judging by the noises Mandy was making, she was close, too. She didn’t hold back, let the pleasure have her. Her fingers became a blur as the tension gathered deep inside and her cries grew sharper. An orgasm built and built in her until it exploded through her.

She was floating down, feeling as light as a feather on a summer breeze but Mandy was still rubbing furiously between her thighs, her fingers mashing her labia as she strained toward release. Then her little body stiffened in Caitlin’s lap. She hugged her close as Mandy shook through her climax. A panting mess, Mandy collapsed back into her embrace.

“Mmm…,” the girl said and Caitlin could hear the sated smile in her voice.

“Yeah,” Caitlin agreed. The girl looked up at her and she kissed her. Finally breaking it, she smiled and said, “Why don’t you grab the phone, so we can see what we’ve got.”

The girl scrambled off her lap, retrieved the phone. Back on her lap, she gave the phone to Caitlin, who ended the recording. Starting it from the beginning, she held the phone so they both could watch the video of their masturbation session. As she watched the video, she felt herself getting horny, again. It was even hotter than she could have hoped.

“Look at us, Kiddo,” she said, smiling at her, “a lot better than your magazines, right?”

“Yeah,” she said, grinning. Then something dawned on her and she sighed, “I wish I had the video.”

Caitlin thought for a second, then asked, “Your parents really never come in here?”

“No,” she said, then looked curiously at Caitlin, “Why?”

“I’ll let you keep the phone,” Caitlin said, smiling at her, “I’ll stop on the way home and pick up a new one.”

“You are letting me keep your phone,” Mandy asked, incredulously.

“It’s yours now,” she said, then really thought about it, “although I might have to take the SIM card. I’ll give you the one from the new phone, next time I babysit. Still, you should be able to watch our little video anytime you want until then.”

“Thanks, Caitlin,” the girl said, shifting on her lap to give her a hug.

Winking at her, Caitlin said, “Maybe I’ll show you how to use the camera so you can send me some cute photos.”

“Maybe I will,” Mandy said, giggling.

“If nothing else, you can call and talk to me when you are lonely.”

Continue to Part Four

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