Part 1

My parents had planned a one-month get away for themselves. It was the first vacation that they'd taken in two years. The last time was just after I turned fifteen. Three days after they left I took Dad's car for a spin and rolled it into a ditch. Another time I set the couch on fire with my homemade flamethrower. I didn't think those little lighters could shoot flames that far. Then, there was the time when I watched a Youtube video, called the no spin throw, and hit the neighbors cat Mittens with a butter knife. You get the picture. Since then, they've never left me alone for longer then four hours. For anything more, they'd call Emily.

Emily Roads is in my grade. Hell, she's in some of my high school classes. She's a vision, about 5'5, slender, with 36C breast's. I know cause once I 'accidentally' spilled my soda on her as an attempt to get her to leave, but instead she washed her clothes and took a shower. I know because I slipped into the laundry room and checked.

My parents must pay her a small fortune because I cannot get rid of her, and I tried. She was the only person my parents could get to help.

Besides her breasts, there is her ass. It's high, tight, and round. Her body has been the focus of my recent fantasies.

Here's how it worked when she came over. We mostly ignored each other. I'd play videogames. She would watch TV or whatever girls do when they're bored. and would look in on me every twenty minutes or so to ensure I hadn't started something my parents define as "dangerous". They had made a list.

When she arrived this time, she was dressed in a white button down shirt and a short plaid skirt, that screamed naughty school girl to me. I noticed she'd started dressing sexier in recent weeks. There was a rumor going around that she finally got a boyfriend. But no facts had yet to turn up.

This one month trip was going to give me the chance I'd been waiting for. This time I'm actually going to do it. I'm ether going to sleep with my babysitter or go to jail trying. Not really. I'm not that obsessive -- I don't think.

My parents left early in the morning and Emily showed up around noon with a bag in her hand. She went directly to the guest bedroom and dropped her bag on the bed.

I spent the rest of the day putting my plan into action.

Phase 1 getting her Attention

I started by brushing my body against hers every chance I got. You know, squeezing by in the narrow hallway, insuring my entire body rubbed against hers, and then quickly moving on. Having my hand just barely brush her arm as she walked by, all while looking none the wiser.

My plan was for that going on for the next couple days slowly escalating so when ever she was close I would 'absentmindedly' touch her. I figured, she'd be so used to it, she'd never notice what I doing until it was too late.

But something happened that accelerated things. The entertainment room, or more precisely my game room, was an add-on by the previous owners. Since the floor was four inches lower than the rest of the house, we jokingly called it the downstairs cause of the step. It had a big sliding glass door that did really well cutting down the sound from the room to the rest of the house and vice versa.

I had paused my video game to get something to drink from the kitchen. As I approached the step, Emily was coming towards me when her foot caught the door rail it caused her to fall right on top of me.

I fell flat on my back, my arms pulling her body tight against mine to protect her from the fall. I smacked the back of my head against the linoleum floor and I saw stars. As my vision cleared I looked down my body to see Emily's dark eyes staring up into mine, and got lost in them.

Even though she's 5'5 and I'm 6'2, I'm sure if I had reacted faster I could have stopped it entirely. But that being said, I'm glad I didn't. Her pelvis rested on top of my groin and her breasts were smashed into my chest. They felt wonderful there. I felt myself harden and her hips push tighter into my growing erection.

But as fast as I felt her hips push down, they lifted up and off of me. She got off me and we both stood up ignoring the bulge in my pants. We stood there silence until Emily finally broke it say, "Thanks for catching me."

"My pleasure," I said. She blushed and my face heated at my words.

I moved past her rubbing my right arm against her left breast even though there was clearly enough room for me to go around her. She didn't say a thing.

In the kitchen I pulled a Dr. Pepper out of the fridge and chugged half as my racing heartbeat slowed down. I replayed everything in my head down to the last detail in slow motion.

Okay, so her foot tripped on the rail.

She fell forward and hit my chest.

My left arm wraps around her back and pulling her chest tight against mine. I reveled in the memory of those glorious orbs pressed into my chest.

My right arm wraps around her lower body and pulls her hips to mine. I remember my right hand touching skin. Thinking about it, I realized my hand was on her bare butt with my pinky finger in the crease of her ass, resting on top of her thong panties. THONG! Did I feel that right?

Aaaand my pulse skyrocketed again. I looked at my right hands thinking, this hand touched Emily Roads' Ass.

My first thought was to cut my hand off and put it in a sealed glass case, label it the 'Hand that Touched Emily Roads' Ass', and charge the guys at school five bucks to look at it. I quickly dismissed that thought because: A. No one would believe it and B. I had a better use for that hand than to cut it off.

Lastly of course, was her mound pressing into my penis. What a thrill that was. I reveled in the memories of that fall as I finished my soda and calmed down. I went back to my game and shut it off, I couldn't focus enough to play at the moment anyways.

Emily was nowhere in sight when I entered the gaming room to turn off the TV and console.

I went to the living room to watch some TV and found her sitting on the love seat.

I laid out on the couch next to the love seat and watched the discovery channel with her. We didn't speak for an hour.