Naughty Girls

By Sapna Patel

Naughty Girls contain 10 Lesbian Erotic Stories.

Approx. - 43,000+ Words.

Stories:

1.The New Babysitter
2.Pleasure Delivery
3.The Lonely Lady
4.Changes That Vacation Brings
5.Target Confusion
6.A Helpful Housekeeper
7.A Stubborn Babysitter
8.An Unexpected Call
9.Falling For A Classmate
10.Loving The Neighbor

For Mature Audiences Only (18+)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sapna Patel
• Release date: Sep 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311553232

Sapna Patel

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Naughty Girls

By Sapna Patel

Copyright@2014 by Sapna Patel

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

This Erotic Short Story is loaded with, hot, graphic sex! It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.

Stories:

The New Babysitter

Pleasure Delivery

The Lonely Lady

Changes That Vacation Brings

Target Confusion

A Helpful Housekeeper

A Stubborn Babysitter

An Unexpected Call

Falling For A Classmate

Loving The Neighbor

The New Babysitter

Marion stood by the window and pulled the curtain away so she could peek out and see the young woman standing at the gate. She had long, shiny black-hair and was so short she looked like a teen. Marion had already talked to her a couple of times through the phone, so she knew Kyoko was in fact twenty-two, and his youthful appearance was simply due to his Asian roots. Still, the sight baffled her for a second.

When the doorbell rang, Marion instinctively fixed her hair before going out of the house to let the young woman in.

Hello, she said, putting on her most charming smile. Kyoko, right? Please come in.

Thank you, ma’am.

Beautiful dark eyes met her own as Kyoko looked at Marion briefly before nodding and walking past the entrance. Marion looked after her, appreciating her form for a second from behind; she was lovely and petit, walked with strong, confident steps – even though he seemed to be a bit anxious – and her hips danced excitingly with every step. Also, she had a rather nice backside; Marion found herself eyeing it for a quite a few seconds before forcing her eyes up. Lucky for her, Kyoko apparently didn’t notice it.

Marion walked past the girl and led the way on the pavement to the stairs that led up to the door, which she then opened wide and made an inviting gesture with her hand. Come, dear.

Once inside, Marion led Kyoko to the living room. It was a warm summer day so the girl wore only a light jacket, but now she took it off before sitting down onto the couch and pulling her legs a bit timidly in front of her. Marion watched it all with growing interest: on one side Kyoko seemed confident and self-assured, but bits of shyness kept shining through her movements.

Do you want something to drink? Marion asked, smiling warmly at her. Mineral water? Juice? Iced tea? It’s quite hot!

It is, Kyoko agreed. I would like some juice, then.

Okay. Make yourself comfortable while I go and get it.

Even though she clearly possesses Asian roots, she has little to no accent, Marion mused while taking out the orange juice from the fridge and pouring it into a glass cup. She’s fluent and speaks with a gentle tone. Judging by that, she was probably raised in the US.

Marion had always found Asian girls lovely. They seemed to have an ageless air around them (it was not unusual that a girl she’d pegged for a teen turned out to be thirty-something), and she absolutely adored their cute faces and adorable petit forms. Marion liked telling herself she wasn’t biased at all when she decided to hire Kyoko out of all the participants but… well, no, that wasn’t actually true.

Ever since Mark cheated on her and she throw him out of the house with the declaration I have always liked girls better, anyway! life was much easier and she loved being able to live to her other side as well. She had to deny herself some of the best dishes after all ever since she got married (an no matter how many attractions she developed for women, she never acted upon those instincts and never cheated on her husband) but since their divorce three years ago, she was free as a bird. When she wanted a man, she had no trouble finding one… but sometimes she preferred if a pretty young woman got caught in her hook and it was alright.

Still, it was probably not the best idea to make a move on the babysitter. For once, no matter what happened with his ex, she adored their five-year old son, Jeremy. The boy took completely after her, with his curly golden locks and startlingly dark eyes, and Marion was determined to make a better man out of him than his poor excuse of his father ever was. She loved Jeremy, and wouldn’t have wanted to hurt him with any of her actions.

The thought of hooking up with a babysitter was not even an option until Kyoko sent Marion her CV with a photo attached. As soon as Marion saw it, she found herself staring at the picture for long moments, mind already thinking up ideas about what she’d do had she met the Japanese girl in somewhere else.

Well. It wasn’t like she planned to do anything. Certainly not with someone who wasn’t even bisexual. (At least, not that she was aware of.)

Grabbing the glass, Marion finally went back to the living room. Kyoko once again thanked the drink and Marion settled down beside her, crossing her legs and leaning subtly forward.

Now, we have discussed the basics through our conversations on the phone, but I’d like for you to tell me more about yourself and then I’d like you to meet Jeremy. After all, he’s going to be the one to decide.

Yeah, that’s okay, Kyoko said immediately. I, I’m not sure what to tell you, ma’am. As you already know, I’ve just finished college and I’m working as a freelance designer. But I don’t get that much commissions as of yet, so I wanted to make something useful of my time that’s why I applied for the job.

Do you have any experience with kids?

I have two younger sisters, Kyoko answered, a smile brightening up her face. Eight and ten years old. Since I’m the oldest one I’ve always played a lot with them and helped out our mother whenever I could. And I like kids. Oh, also, I have looked after the kid of my neighbors a lot of times so I have some experience with babysitting.

That’s good to hear. Marion sat back and smiled encouragingly at Kyoko. Jeremy is a sweet child, and though he can be a bit headstrong at times, there really isn’t much problem with him. He is generally a quiet boy who enjoys drawing and playing outside. And ever since his father left us, he really craves attention – unfortunately, I cannot be with him as much as he’d want to because I need to work a lot to support ourselves, hence I wanted a babysitter to help me out.

Kyoko’s smile disappeared and she looked Marion in the eye with a serious expression on her face. I’m so sorry to hear that happened to you. But Jeremy is very lucky to have a mother like you.

Oh? Marion raised an eyebrow. It didn’t feel like a useless praise to suck up to the potential employer. Why do I get the impression you have some experience in the matter?

Kyoko shrugged and looked down at the ground. My dad left our family, too, when I was around Jeremy’s age. He never contacted us after that and… yeah, those were heard times. Thankfully, Mom met a really nice guy and they got married when I was twelve. He’s a good father to my sisters and… to me as well.

Marion lent forward again, and took Kyoko’s hand, squeezing it briefly in sympathy. The young woman looked up sharply, but didn’t pull away and Marion took it as a good sign.

She didn’t want to overdo it however, so she let her go after a few seconds and pulled herself straight like nothing happened.

So, how much free time do you have on your hands? I need someone to look after Jeremy from eight in the morning till four in the afternoon from Wednesdays to Fridays. My parents live nearby and they help out on Mondays and Tuesdays, so you’d have those days to yourself. Also, I might sometimes require help on the weekends as well but I will always tell you beforehand, and of course pay for your extra work. Would that be okay for you?

Yes, of course.

Once Jeremy starts school next year, it will get easier, but right now he needs much attention. He’s not a picky eater and I will always leave something in the fridge for lunch, but you will probably need to throw up something for him if he gets hungry. I won’t need you shopping or cleaning for us, but I want Jeremy to always clean up his things after playing.

Sure, that’s reasonable. Kyoko pushed her long hair back and looked at Marion with her beautiful dark eyes. I’m really looking forward to meeting him now. He sounds really lovely.

He is. Marion’s gaze subtly flickered lower, to hell gentle bosom, but then she caught herself in time before Kyoko could’ve noticed it. To focus on something else, she asked, If you don’t mind me asking, where have you been born? The State or Japan?

Kyoko didn’t look offended at all. Japan. But my parents left for the States when I was a baby, so I grew up in America. I’ve been to Japan only a couple of times in my life, though I’m bilingual.

That’s nice. I’ve always thought bilingual kids are lucky to grew up already speaking more than one languages. I only know some French, and I’ve struggled with that a lot.

Kyoko chuckled but then suddenly blushed and gone quiet. She looked really embarrassed at having laughed at Marion, but the woman was having none of it.

Oh, hush, I’m not going to send you away for laughing at me!

Kyoko smiled sheepishly, and Marion realized that she’d be in deep trouble if Jeremy said she didn’t like the girl.

***

Jeremy adored Kyoko. After the girl took her leave, he grabbed Marion’s hand and asked, When will she come back? Will she play more with me?

And thus, Kyoko became a prominent part of their daily lives.

In the first few weeks Marion tried coming home earlier to see if everything worked out well, but she needn’t have worried; Kyoko’s experience with children really came through. She was patient with Jeremy, fun enough to play with her but strong and confident when she needed to persuade the boy to do something. Jeremy talked about her a lot, to Marion’s relief. She was at first worried about getting a babysitter for her son, but hiring Kyoko was obviously the best decision she’d made in a long time.

Kyoko seemed to enjoy herself as well. Aside from taking care of Jeremy, she was always glad to stay and chat for a while with Marion after the woman arrived home. Even though there was an eight year different between them, they hit it off perfectly and found a lot of topics to talk about.

As time went on, Marion’s initial attraction to Kyoko not only refused to disappear but increased in its intensity. Now she not only appreciated her pretty looks but also her charming personality and witty responses. Kyoko was an intelligent young woman and Marion always appreciated that in a partner. And she was absolutely lovely. One time they went to the spa together and Marion couldn’t take her eyes off of sweet form. The changing rooms were so crowded that Kyoko and Marion had to use the same booth, and so Marion had ample view at Kyoko’s naked body. She tried not to stare too blatantly but she couldn’t help but notice how her small but lovely breasts seemed just the right size for her own palm, or how her ass wriggled in front of her in a particularly titillating way.

Marion couldn’t remember a time she last desired a woman this much. She masturbated to sexy mental images of the girl far too much, and had way too many dreams that at the mornings left her panties soaked wet with her pleasure fluids.

The strangest thing however was that Kyoko didn’t exactly appear to be oblivious to all of this. Sometimes, when Marion was staring, Kyoko suddenly locked eyes with her and didn’t look away. She didn’t smile teasingly, didn’t smirk, didn’t flush