It all started innocently enough, I was home from college for Thanksgiving vacation and the Jones needed a babysitter. I came home every chance I got, being a freshman and all, I was pretty homesick.

I had been babysitting for the Jones for the last three years and their baby was a sweetie, but I hadn’t seen them since I started school a couple of months ago.

I went over at 6:00 to let them catch an early movie. Darnell opened the door and he kind of paused before his normal greeting of “Hi, kid”. I had changed a bit since I started college. My body was the same, but I had started wearing clothes which showed it off a bit more.

This night I was wearing a white button-up blouse and tight blue jeans. His eyes were locked on my breasts for what seemed like forever. They were pushing against my shirt a little, I guess. They were 36C, firm and plump and stood out quite proudly by themselves even without the pushup bra I was now wearing. My jeans also displayed my nice firm ass, considered by many to be my best feature.

I said, “Hi, Mr. Jones” and giggled as he snapped out of his trance. I bounced past him, enjoying the attention.

I hugged his wife Carla and she held me by the arms and said, “Look at you, all grown up!” I said, “Thanks, I love college”.

“And it loves you” Darnell said as he walked into the kitchen.

“Oh, hush, you dirty old man.” Carla said and punched him in the arm. I looked at him and thought he looked pretty good for an old guy of 30.

They said their goodbyes and left for the movie. The evening went smoothly, and I was resting on the couch when I heard the door open. The baby had fallen asleep on my chest. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

I heard them come in and heard Carla whisper, “They look comfortable. Bring the baby upstairs and I’ll put him to bed.”

I felt Darnell grab the baby lightly and start to lift him off my chest. I felt my shirt raising and realized the baby had fallen asleep holding my shirt. Darnell didn’t realize this and continued to pull the baby towards him. I heard a tear and felt my shirt fall back down.

Darnell left the room to go upstairs. When he was out of the room, I looked down and realized my third button was ripped out. I had left the top two buttons undone; it had allowed a small glimpse of cleavage but now my bra-encased breasts were almost completely visible. I heard Darnell returning and laid back down, pulling my shirt back together.

He came to the side of the couch and reached down to touch my shoulder. He shook me slightly and I heard him whisper “Kim, wake up.”

I opened my eyes slowly, faking sleepiness. “I am so sorry I fell asleep.” I said.

“It’s ok, get up and I’ll walk you home.” He said softly.

“Thanks, that would be nice.” I said.

As I got up off the couch, I felt my shirt open up and saw his eyes lock on my breasts. My bra was white and sheer, and I thought he could probably make out my nipples. I felt a tingle between my legs, and I realized I was getting turned on. I was not a virgin, but not very experienced and I could feel the tingle spreading through my body.

We walked next door, making small talk. I pretended not to notice the condition of my shirt and he continued to stare down every chance he got. My panties were starting to get wet.

We got to my door and I reached up and hugged him. “Good night, Mr. Jones.” I said.

He held me at arm’s length, getting one more eyeful and said “Good night Kim. Thanks again”

“No problem” I said as I turned to open my door, giving him one more good look as my shirt opened up.

I went in, closed the door and started rubbing my pussy hard through my jeans. I was so hot. I practically ran upstairs and ripped off my clothes. It only took a minute of rubbing my swollen clit for me to explode in an orgasm. I decided right there that I would have to do that again as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, I was leaving for school the day after tomorrow and would not be back until Christmas.

The next month crawled by, my mind having trouble concentrating. Finally, Christmas vacation was here and I was riding home with my friend. My mind was racing, trying to remember his face, wondering if it was all my imagination running wild.

My answer came the next day when there was a knock on our door. My daddy opened it and Darnell was there.

“Hi, Hank” he said. “I just came by to invite you and Jane you over to the house for a Christmas party. It will be Saturday.”

My Dad looked back at my Mom and asked her if she had anything planned. She said no and he turned back to Darnell and said, “We’d love to come.”

Darnell then looked past my Dad and saw me sitting at the table. I was wearing shorts and a blouse. I could feel his eyes run up my legs. He looked at my Dad and said, “Would it be ok if Kim came too, she could look after Tommy until he goes to sleep and then she could join the party, if she wouldn’t mind.”

My Dad looked at me and I said, “That sounds ok. Daddy, can I come?” Dad paused a second and said, “If it is ok with your Mother.” I looked at my Mom and she said, “Sure honey, it’ll be your first Christmas party”

My Dad turned back to Darnell, and said, “It’s official, we’ll be there” Darnell said “Great, we’ll see you at 7:00.”

The next two days crawled by, my anticipation was overflowing. However, I wasn’t sure what could possibly happen with my Mom and Dad at the party. Oh well, I thought, I’ll make the best of my first Christmas party.

My Mom must have been excited also because she came up to me the day before and said, “Let’s go shopping for dresses for the party.” You don’t have to ask me twice to go shopping and we were off.

We had a blast and got a couple of cool dresses. Mom got a conservative calf-length dress that looked great on her. To my surprise, she bought me a wonderful dress. It was red with spaghetti straps. The top was moderately low cut and showed a hint of cleavage, but I would not be able to wear a bra with it.

I mentioned it to my Mom and I almost passed out when she said “Honey, it looks beautiful on you even without a bra.” The bottom of the dress was cut tight around my hips with a staggered length. My left leg was exposed a few inches above the knee and on the right side it went down to my calf. I kept it on for a while and pranced in front of the mirror, loving the way I looked.

I could hardly wait for Saturday and finally it came. We walked over to the Jones and Darnell answered the door. He greeted my Mom and Dad and when I walked up to him, he surprised me by kissing me on the cheek. He whispered to me “You look hot.”

I giggled and said “Thanks”. I could feel myself blushing. We walked into the living room and there were about 6 people already there. Introductions flowed and then I took Tommy from Carla and said, “Give goodnight kisses” He kissed his Mom and Dad goodnight and we started up the stairs.

I was trying to imagine how many eyes were fixed on my ass as I walked up the stairs and then I realized I was probably being silly. These were all happily married men, and I was just a kid.

Tommy went to sleep pretty quick, and I was heading back downstairs around 8 o’clock. When I got downstairs there were about 5 guys standing in the kitchen. They all looked at me and one rather drunk looking guy said, “It’s the babysitter. Baby, can you put me to bed now?”

All of the men laughed, and I laughed with them, trying not to blush. Just then Darnell came into the kitchen and said, “Don’t mind these idiots, come on into the living room.” He led me into the living room where there must have been 20 people.

I looked around and realized for the first time that with the exception of one other couple, my parents and I were the only white people in the room. It is funny when you know someone so long you forget about skin color until you are in a situation like this and realize, Holy cow, everyone’s black!

I saw my Mom and walked over to her. She was drinking wine and turned to me, “Hi honey, Tommy asleep?” “Yep, he went out like a light”, I said.

“Great”, she said, “In honor of your first Christmas party, why don’t you have a glass of wine.” For the second day in a row, my Mom had floored me. “Ok, I guess I will.” I turned and went to look for Darnell.

I found him in the kitchen and told him what my Mom said. He smiled and said, “Great, I was hoping to get you drunk.” I looked at him questioning and he laughed. “Joke, loosen up” and punched me in the arm.

He filled up a glass for me and said, “Drink up”. I tasted wine for the first time. I had a few beers in college but never wine. It was sweet and tasted great.

I started mingling and talking to different people. Darnell would show up every now and then and fill up my glass. I said, “My Mom said I could only have one glass.” He smiled and said, “Then we better not let that glass get empty” This time he didn’t laugh and stared right in my eyes. I lifted my glass to him, he filled it full and smiled at me.

The next thing I realized I was sitting at the kitchen table with Darnell and three of his friends playing a game. It was sort of like charades and they seemed to enjoy it when I had to get up and act something out. I was starting to get excited again as they stared at my chest.

Around 10 o’clock, my Mom and Dad came into the kitchen and announced they were leaving. I asked my Mom if I could stay a little while longer and she looked at Darnell. He looked back and said, “No problem, I’ll bring her home later, she’ll be fine.” She kissed me on the top of my head and said “Ok, honey, see you later. Be good.”

They left and I turned back to the table and realized I was now sitting with 4 black guys and my parents were gone. I started to feel that tingle again.

We continued to play the game and they started getting more and more daring. At one time I had to act out the word “striptease”. I started dancing really slow and untying the bow on my left shoulder strap. Just as the strap came untied and fell down one of the guys blurted out “Striptease!” The other 3 guys all punched him at once. “You asshole, you guessed too early!” I started laughing and sat back down, not realizing my strap was still untied.

We laughed for a while and continued to play. Darnell continued to fill up my wine glass and I was starting to feel a little dizzy. I got up another time to act something out and lost my balance. I fell and landed on the lap of the guy sitting next to me. His hand caught me under my left breast and almost popped it out of my dress. He also ended up with a hand on my right thigh.

I jumped up quickly and apologized. Everyone was quiet. I realized my left strap was undone and started to tie it. They all said, “No, leave it.” I said “But it doesn’t match.” Darnell said, “No problem” and reached up and untied the right strap. Before I realized what he was doing he was finished, and I was standing in front of these 4 guys with both of my straps untied and hanging loose.