Babysitter With Benefits: part 1 - Babysitter has a little something to offer the kid’s dad, too. (erotic coupling) By Norweger.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Life, all things considered, wasn’t too bad. It was a brilliant early September indian summer evening, my son had just fallen asleep, and I sat on the porch, enjoying an all too rare beer while lazily watching the sun head for the horizon. Not that I was paying much attention, I had a fairly good idea how it would end. As an added bonus, the occasion was ripe for trying out the new outdoor speakers I had installed earlier in the week, having figured we tended to head for the porch whenever the weather was cooperating, we might as well be able to listen to music while we were at it. George Thorogood blared from the speakers, next to ZZ Top and Motörhead, the best music in the world to have a beer to. I heard a faint, metallic squeal which told me someone had opened the porch gate just around the corner; nine times out of ten, that would be Ella, the next door neighbour’s daughter, having just turned eighteen, she was my son’s favourite babysitter, heck, on occasion I believed she was Thomas’ favourite person, period. His dad included! Bingo. Ella strode into view, all 5'11" of that lanky teenager which filled in for Thomas’ mom, Ella loved kids in general and Thomas in particular, and after I’d become a single dad… I really felt I stood out in the statistics, my ex had voluntarily moved abroad after we split, and hadn’t even applied for custody. It almost seemed as if she considered me and Thomas, a mistake she’d rather put behind her and forget about. I could understand the forgetting about me part, but Thomas? Nah, that was beyond belief. Not that I was ungrateful, to put it that way, Thomas and I had become a small, happy family after a rather tumultuous start. “Good evening. Is… Is Thomas asleep?” she asked, a bit hesitantly. I nodded. “Passed out fifteen minutes ago, having locked the kamikaze bunny in a death grip.” She giggled. “Still the favourite, huh?” “Uh huh. Between the two of you, you and the bunny have got him pretty much sorted, I think.” She reddened slightly while sporting a sheepish grin. “It does feel a little weird, but I somehow feel like he’s a little bit ‘mine’ too. I hope that’s not sounding too creepy?” I laughed. “No worries, I believe he thinks of it pretty much the same way, he’s been asking on occasion lately whether Ella is his mom now.” Ella went from wearing a tad of pink to beet red. “Really?!? Wow, do remind me to thank him tomorrow!” “Just dropping by to see him will be enough, he can’t get enough of having you around, you know.” “ Sure feels like getting a lot for nothing, as far as I’m concerned. I’m almost worried at times that I am growing too attached to him, him being such a wonderful kid.” She sighed just as George on the stereo started a blistering rendition of 'Bad to the bone’. “Oh, would you be so kind and turn it up a little? This music is meant to be played loud, after all!” Giggle. I lazily reached for the remote, agreeing that The Destroyers were at their best when you could feel the groove in your guts, though I wouldn’t want to either wake up Thomas or (less of a concern) annoy the neighbours. As the old saying goes; “I don’t listen to The Destroyers very often, but when I do, my neighbours do, too!” Ella sat back with a contented look on her face before turning to me. “Now, there’s something I need to ask you, by the way; and please, do hear me out, OK, even if it may sound a bit outlandish at first?” I nodded. “Shoot.” “I had sex last week. First time. For real.” Well, if it was my attention she was after, she’d succeeded. But what the… I held back. She’d explicitly asked me to hear her out, and she wasn’t done yet. She drew a deep breath, then commenced in a strained voice. “It sucked. Like hell. Stupid fuck jumped me, barely made it inside before shooting his load not a single bloody thrust, even. As if