This choice: Brittany is Sweet to Bobby • Go Back...Chapter #4The Meeting by: chaos   “Hello Bobby, I’m Brittany and I guess tonight I’ll be your babysitter. It’s very nice to meet you, you’re even more of a cutie then your mom said,” she giggled and bent over slightly to shake the young, short teen’s hand. Bobby took her hand, his palms wet with sweat from meeting this blond babe. His eyes wavered from Brittany’s face to her exposed cleavage. Her shirt was lose enough that he could see the top of her massive chest poking out from her white tank top. Her skin looked so smooth and soft, it was close enough that he could have reached his hand into the valley of succulent flesh. His temptation ended when Brittany stood back up, her chest now hanging well above his head.
“I can see you two will get along. My little baby can get a little fussy so make sure you don’t go too easy on him, he needs a strict hand sometimes or he’ll hurt himself.” Snapping out of his hormone-induced trance, he remembered his mom was still here, his embarrassing, mollycoddling mom. He had ruined his entrance by being carried in by the over protective mother, but he could still salvage things if he got her out of here fast enough. “Okay mom, thanks for everything. Now you better go, don’t want to leave your girlfriends waiting,” Bobby hastily said as he tried to push his mom towards the door. He might as well have been trying to move a mountain because his mom didn’t budge. Instead her was lifted back into the air in her strong, soft hands.
“I’m going to miss you tonight baby. You make sure to listen to everything the babysitter says and be nice or mommy won’t tuck you in tonight. Oh, who am I kidding, I’ll always tuck you in no matter what,” Rose cooed as she brought her son to her face, planting a big, wet kiss right on his cheek as he turned his head away in disgust. She wasn’t done, as she smothered him with kisses until he had smeared lipstick all over both his cheeks. He blushed heavily, knowing Brittany was watching all of this, judging him as he was treated like a baby.
“Don’t worry Mrs. Burris, I’ll make sure Bobby is safe and behaves himself.” Brittany moved towards the other woman and grabbed Bobby by the sides, carrying him out of Rose’s arms with ease. The loss of her son in her arms, made Rose frown for a second until she noticed that Bobby had stopped struggling the moment his babysitter took him in her arms. He had calmed down, his face was still red, but he was no longer trying to wiggle away. Rose wondered what Brittany’s trick was and if she could do it too.
For Bobby, a mixture and embarrassment and joy filled his head as he was in Brittany arms. Her grip was steady and he felt comfortable in her grasp. He felt himself be pulled back, towards her body and his eyes shot open as he felt two soft, round objects press against his tiny back. They were bigger then his mom’s rack, a little bit squishier too. He was still being treated like a baby, but for the first time in his life he really didn’t care.
“You can go now if you want now, Mrs. Burris. I’ve got all your contact information, the rules you left for taking care of Bobby and feeding him and the list of what he can and cannot do. I’ve got everything under control, I’m really good at taking care of little children.” Bobby nearly went limp in Brittany’s arms when he heard her call him that, his pride wounded beyond belief by such a casual comment. He was put back on the ground, his babysitter looming behind him. His mom didn’t notice him fall into a depression; she slowly turned to leave, blowing her baby one more kiss. With her back turned, Brittany leaned down and whispered something softly into his ear. “I’m especially good at taking care of little boys that look cute enough to eat.”
Bobby’s jaw dropped at the flirtatious remark, thinking for sure he had misheard until he looked behind him and saw Brittany smiling mischievously at him before winking. He watched his mom leave; ignoring whatever patronizing things she had to say as he felt a strange happiness overcome him. Maybe he couldn’t make Brittany think he was mature and cool, but apparently she thought he was cute and that was good enough for him.
“Before we decide what we’ll do this evening, how about I get you a wet cloth to clean that lipstick off your face?” Bobby nodded slowly, still basking in the warm happiness of knowing that a hot girl really thought he was cute. Brittany headed to the kitchen to get something to clean Bobby up. She found some clothes and wetted them in the sink; giggling to herself as she thought about the boy she was babysitting. She thought she was going to be looking after some lanky, awkward teen that would try to impress her with fake machismo as he stared at her breasts all night. Instead she got this adorable, short boy that at least was trying not to openly look at her breasts. When she had first seen him being carried by his mom, so cute and helpless in her grasp, it made her beam so much. He looked so young, but she knew he wasn’t a baby; no baby looks at a fully-grown woman like that. Thinking of that young, adorable face looking her over, so captivated by her beauty, thrilled Brittany so much. She just knew that tonight was going to be special.
“Here we go.” She said as she came back to Bobby, wet cloth in one hand. Dropping to her knees she started wiping the lipstick off, gazing curiously at him and wondering what it would be like to hold him in her arms again, maybe a little bit closer to her body so he could cuddle up to her. Shaking off those thoughts, she finished wiping his face clean. She was surprised that he let her clean him like that, apparently he didn’t mind being babied if it was by her. That got her really curious about him, really curious indeed.
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