Brianna the Babysitter 1

by Marie LeClare

Starting this new job, selling cosmetics door to door, meant everything to me, and I had rehearsed my little speech many times. Hi, I’m Brianna with Koscot cosmetics and we’re canvassing the community. So I was prepared when I started up the walk to the front door of white stucco townhouse, my first prospect.

What I wasn’t prepared for was what I found inside.

As I knocked on the door, it opened slightly, as if it had been closed hurriedly and not locked.

Knocking again, and entering, I yelled out “hello”, over the sound of what appeared to be a lesbian porno video playing on the television set. Turning the corner to the living room I spotted her. There she was sprawled out on the couch, eyes closed, completely naked with the dildo plunging in and out of her beautiful pussy, allowing soft moans to escape her mouth.
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Meeting Marly at the Mall Again

by Marie LeClare

Thinking to herself Marly is startled.

There she is again. That beautiful woman from last week. Ever since I saw her last Saturday in the shop, I haven’t stopped thinking about her.

She was touching herself behind a rack of clothes when I first saw her, and after what she had done to me in the alterations room was so neat, I had the greatest climax of my life. It was the most incredible experience and I didn’t even know her name, or if I would ever see her again.

There she is again. She is looking straight at me, just like the way she did last week. She’s asking me if there is someone who can do some alterations for her. She seems so calm, without the guilty look she had last week when I caught her doing something she shouldn’t.

As she follows me I lead her to the alterations room and unlock the door. Entering like the week before and as I lock us in, she turns me around and I feel her lips on mine. Giving me the softest, gentlest kiss that makes my lips melt. No boy has ever kissed me like this, it makes me feel so warm and neat inside.

She runs her hands down the sides of my blouse and makes my skin tingle. What is she doing now? Oh, the buttons. As she starts to undo the buttons, I hold her hand and stop her going further.
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Bookstore

by Marie LeClare

I totally love bookstores. I can get lost among the shelves of books and magazines for hours, and usually leave with armload full of reading material. So when the new bookstore opened at the mall I was in seventh heaven, and made that my favorite place to shop.

It was huge. I had never seen so many books and magazines from all over the world, under one roof. They had little pods with tables and chairs where you could sit, if you wanted to, and read. They even had an adults only section stuck way in the back. I didn’t actually head that way when I entered the store, but I managed to find myself there before I was finished shopping.

The elderly gentleman who ran the place, looked like Santa Claus, and was always friendly and pleasant with a happy welcome greeting. He was usually sitting at the front checkout counter, sometimes hidden by a stack of books.
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Dancing With the Devil

by Marie LeClare

I first heard the words, she is ‘Dancing with the Devil’, from one of the old men sitting on the bench outside of the wine store just off the Indian reservation.

Drinking their wine from their bottles of wine hidden by the brown paper bags, and referring to the attractive lady walking by the store. I didn’t know the meaning but since I knew the lady I had a feeling it meant that she was like me, part Ojibwa Indian and part French. A half breed.

Running home I asked my Mom what the men had meant by saying that lady was ‘Dancing with the Devil’, and although she didn’t tell me what it meant, she grilled me where I had heard that saying and then told me they were nasty old men and I should stay away from that area, and to never use that phrase because it was nasty.

So it was back to life in general doing my school studies and passing from grade to grade, although I did excel at sports, swimming in particular, and since I had grown up to be busty like my Mom I had to slap the boys away who wanted to touch me.

It wasn’t until I had turned 14 that I came to realize that I was different from other girls. I had no interest in dating boys, although I had been asked out many times, I just told them that my Mom wouldn’t let me go. It was a lie but it kept them away.
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