0 comments/ 29699 views/ 21 favorites The Babysitter (Female Version) By: Smokey125 SS37: "The Babysitter" (female version) *** A few words on this one. This is a first for me, as while I have had this story laid out for a long time, I was unsure whether I wished to feature a male or female protagonist, so I decided, why not both? So I'm going to be making two versions of this story, one with the lead as a boy, and one with the lead as a girl. This is the girl version. However, the female co-protagonist—or antagonist, rather—and title character will be the same in both versions, a girl both times (if you've read my stories before, then you know me). So, this being the girl variant also makes it the lesbian variant. *** May 20th, 3:12 p.m. For Cameron DeVane, life as a teenager was simple, fun and practically carefree. She was eighteen, a senior in high school. She hadn't much trouble studying or getting good grades, she had a healthy cadre of friends, and was also a cheerleader for the school football team. She didn't have a steady girlfriend at the time, but she loved dating, and young ladies held what seemed a high interest in her. It was mid-late May, and she was trying to decide on colleges after graduating. But first she had to get through finals, an idea which was beginning to stress her out just a bit. On Monday, Cameron confirmed the scheduling of all of her final exams, and planned out a rough outline of her studying routine. She calculated it was going to be a lot of work, a lot of all-nighters and a lot of coffee, but it would all pay off in the end. Her homework was also accumulating. On Tuesday, anticipating a need to chillax a while before doing anything school-related, Cameron came home and flung her backpack on the couch, subsequently plopping right down on the cushion beside it. "Hey hon!" called her mother, Jean, from the kitchen. "How was school?" Cameron didn't answer, her mind consumed with academic bombardment, but that was all right; her Mom was used to it. She emerged from the kitchen, stirring something in a bowl. "I've got some good news for you." "Great," she wearily muttered. "I could use some good news right about now." "Your Dad and I are heading out both Thursday and Friday night, so you've got the house for those two whole evenings." Oh, this was good news. Cameron opened her eyes, her brows jumping. It was not that she viewed them as a disturbance or a nuisance of any kind, it was just that tasks such as studying became much easier in distraction-clearing silence. Feeling some of her energy replenish already, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Awesome," she exclaimed. "Just the break I needed. I have got to get caught up on the books. Thanks, Mom." She stood from the sofa, stretched, grabbed her backpack and started down the hall towards her bedroom. "And that's not all!" she heard her mother add. "Tell me the rest later!" she shouted back. "Tori's coming over!" She stopped dead in her tracks. Jean and her stirring bowl appeared around the corner as she slowly about-faced. "Um...say again??" "Yeah, your old babysitter. Tori Linton. You remember her, don't you? She's coming to see you Friday!" Cameron stood motionless. "She...she is?" "Yeah, she just called. She's in town for the weekend, and she's got Friday free," she continued. "And I said, well, hey, wouldn't it be nice if you could come visit! Y'know, just like she used to. Maybe she could help you study, huh?" A shiver ran through Cameron's body. Even the name Tori Linton sent a chill up her spine to this day. *** Ten years earlier Cameron was an only child. Her parents were busy people, with high-standing status in their community. One heavy reliance in their respective lines of work was reaching out and networking, so to help keep themselves in dollars and doughnuts, they frequently attended social gatherings and events, the extent of Cameron's knowledge on which was that they were "grown-up parties." And so around the onset of her teens, they decided she was old enough to stay home by herself, emergency preparations and such in tow. But when Cameron was little, and her parents needed a babysitter, they hired then-teenager Tori Linton to come to the house and watch her. Her folks adored Tori from the first they had met of her, and at first glance, Cameron felt the same. While she may have been too young to appreciate the allure of an attractive young woman such as Tori was, she really liked her funny eyes and her silly smile. She could be firm, but she could also be a zany goofball, making her the ideal candidate. And she appeared to have a great sense of humor. Cameron thought she'd really enjoy hanging out with her. The first several months Tori visited to sit for Cameron, she was eight, and Tori was fifteen. And the first few times, which were paced each just a couple of weeks apart, Cameron really did have a lot of fun with her. Her parents left them some money, so they ordered pizza, played games and watched TV. When her folks returned home and asked if they had a good time together, they were in affirmative agreement sans hesitation. Soon, Cameron found herself each evening looking forward to next time. She did not, however, anticipate the little twist Tori had in mind one particular next time. It was another couple of weeks later, and Tori had something a bit...mischievous in mind for this evening's fun and entertainment. Tonight, she decided to teach Cameron to play cards. Of course, at the age of eight, all she wanted to do was throw them about. But Tori finally got her to settle down and play with her, using quite an effective threat. "Hey, you! You'd better sit down and play my way...or else...I'll kiss you!" It worked. "EW!" Cameron exclaimed. "Yuck! Gross!" She patiently taught her to play gin rummy, of which she eventually finally got the hang. The scoring made it take quite a while to finish the game, but inevitably, naturally, being the teacher, Tori won. Now came the fun part. "Yay, I won!" Tori celebrated, tossing the cards into the air. She smiled sneakily at her. "You know what that means we're gonna do now?" At the age of eight, Cameron didn't know to not know if she should be scared right now. She simply replied, "What?" "It means I get tooooo...tickle you!!" As she made this announcement, Tori suddenly grabbed her around her sides, and the abrupt sensations caused Cameron to roll onto her back on the floor laughing. She tried to get up, but Tori crawled over and all but sat on her, holding her down and tickling the living daylights out of her. And at first, Cameron could not deny, it was fun. She rolled all about the floor laughing hysterically under Tori's furiously dancing fingers. She was going to town on her. And she was still having fun. The only problem was, though she had no way of discerning such a thing at eight years old—and fifteen-year-old Tori hardly realized it herself either—her manner of doing so was not exactly the way in which a small child should be tickled. It would not be totally inaccurate even to describe her technique as merciless. She held her down and easily found and exploited all her weakest spots. She didn't quite see the fine line between having innocent fun and going a bit too far. She wasn't meaning to be cruel, or scar Cameron in any way, she just loved hearing and making her laugh so much. It was just such a delightful, jovial sound, music to her ears. Eventually, Cameron managed to wriggle away from her, hop to her feet and dash away just to catch her breath. At the time, neither of them really thought that much of it. Cameron kind of thought of the experience as something friends might just do together, sort of a tickle fight that just happened to be particularly one-sided. And Tori figured she was giving the both of them a delightful endorphin rush, as she was giggling right along with her. Tori'd had so much fun tickling the stuffing out of Cameron the first time, it became a regular occurrence. Over the next couple of years, as the DeVanes would have Tori come by time and time again, she found more innovative ways to toy with her in this manner. During later babysitting sessions, whether they played any sort of game or not, Tori might decide to, for instance, roll Cameron over on her belly, sit on her legs and draw on her feet with her nails, or sit on the chair or the couch, with Cameron lying on her back on the floor, holding her by the ankles and taunting her with playful "Goochie-goochie-goo!"s. Eventually, Cameron began noticing a pattern. For the first few moments whenever Tori's tickle games with her got underway, she laughed and enjoyed herself and had a good time. And she still genuinely liked Tori. But after Tori didn't slow down or give her a break for a while, it became a bit hard to breathe. And when Cameron couldn't squirm away from her, she started shouting and begging her to stop. Most times by this point, she would grant her at least a break. But depending on how impish she was feeling, however, her little tickle game might go on, and on...and on. The amount of fun she was causing them both to have overrode her realization that it might be a bit too much for little Cameron to take. Each time her parents returned, Tori presented them with a similar glowing review of their evening, proclaiming what a sweet, wonderfully well-behaved little angel Cameron was. For a long time, unaware that anything was actually out of hand going on, Cameron didn't feel the need to alert her folks of her and Tori's adventures. She'd have felt a bit embarrassed and sheepish mentioning it in any case. But as time continued rolling by and the unabated tickling consistently spilled overboard, Cameron at last came to find herself that Tori was in fact getting carried away and taking things too far. At a certain point, she didn't feel comfortable anymore. One babysitting night around the age of eleven, as they returned home, Cameron finally produced the courage to inform her parents of what happened when Tori came over. Tori, of course, still not fully aware that she was actually tickling her past the comfort point, would simply laugh as she hugged her with a noogie, and say, "Oh, kids! Don't they say the darnedest things??" Cameron's parents didn't disbelieve her story that Tori tickled her, but Tori was such a wonderfully sweet girl, they had trouble processing the fact that she went overboard with it. They told her they were certain she was merely overreacting a bit. She was, after all, still a kid, and it was possible the problem was bigger and more exaggerated in her mind than in reality. Being still young, as they pointed out, she didn't know to negotiate the situation to insist that things were becoming a little serious. All she knew at this point was that she was starting to become downright frightened of Tori. She was dismayed to find, when she asked a bit later on if possibly her parents could locate someone else to watch her, that Tori was far and away their first—and basically only—choice. She was close by, she didn't charge too much, she fed Cameron well, played with her, watched TV with her, didn't let her get into trouble, and at the same time she was entertaining, she had a friendly, upbeat attitude and an everpresent smile on her face. She was an all-around delightful person. What was not to like? "Besides," they said, "We thought you liked Tori! Don't you?" Time went by as always. Soon enough later on, when Cameron's parents had to head out for an evening, and her tickle monster arrived to sit for her, she obeyed her inner need to flee. Tori, convinced she had begun a rousing match of hide-and-go-seek, traversed the house to hunt her down, unaware that she was hiding because she now really didn't want to "play" with her. Inevitably, Tori found and cornered her. She'd won the game of hide-and-go-seek, and of course Cameron knew what that meant. After a few more pretty much identical babysitting sessions with Tori, Cameron was trying to find a way to indicate to her parents that...sad and disappointed as it made her, she just...simply didn't think she liked Tori anymore. Tori wasn't especially mean or spiteful, but...she played too rough! And by now, she was starting to really scare Cameron with her antics. Shortly before her twelfth birthday, Cameron knew the next of her folks' "grown-up parties" was on its way. And that by now spelled D-R-E-A-D for her. She was far more than traumatized by Tori. She was terrified of her. She didn't want Tori to come anywhere near her. And somehow, she had to get this drilled into her parents' heads. One Sunday morning in August, she came into the kitchen for breakfast, as her Mom was just hanging up the phone. "Well, that's something," she commented. "What is?" her Dad Mitch wanted to know. "I just got off the phone with Ginny. The Lintons are moving away!" she said. Cameron's ears perked up. "What?" "Yeah! Rick's accepted this great big new job opportunity, and it's in Chicago," Jean went on. "Ginny just told me, just now. The company wants him there by next month, so they're packing it up, effective immediately!" "Really?" asked Mitch, folding up the paper he was reading. "Wow, I didn't even have any idea." "Me neither!" Jean replied. "Well, Cameron, hon, isn't that a shame, we're gonna have to get you a new babysitter. Tori won't even be able to make it over this one last time before they leave. They're just gonna be too busy." Cameron whipped her wide-eyed gaze up to her Mom. She couldn't believe her perked-up ears. Did she really just say that?? She did. Cameron was astonished—and elated. She breathed out an enormous sigh of relief. She was free...free of Tori, the Terrible Torturous Teasing Taunting Tickler. Now she wouldn't be able to torment her anymore. She was gone. She would have vanished. No more to let her—in little Cameron's mind—daunting shadow fall over her frightened body, with that menacing grin and those wiggling fingers. WHEW. The DeVanes did soon find Cameron a new babysitter, a lovely, young, kind blonde girl named Stephanie Reed. To Cameron's happiness and comfort, she really just wanted to be her babysitter and her buddy. They did most of the same things hanging out together. Stephanie also turned out to be a lot of fun, and being a kid herself, only a few years older than Cameron, was a modicum more sensitive to a small child's vulnerability. When Cameron told her what went on during the times Tori sat for her, Stephanie gasped. "Oh my gosh, Cameron," she said. "That must've been awful. I'd never do something like that to a little kid." Cameron had a feeling she and Stephanie were going to get along just fine. *** May 20th, 3:15 p.m. Cameron stood motionless in the hall, staring at her Mom. She was saying nothing, so her mother chimed back in. "Well, won't that be nice? I mean, you two'll be able to catch up on old times!" Cameron shivered. Her eyes widened. Jean wasn't sure she was correctly reading her reaction. "...You...do remember Tori, don't you, Cam?" Her stare descended to the floor. "Ohhh, yeah...I remember her." Her mother gave her a wink-point-and-shoot with her finger. "There ya go." She flipped around to return to the kitchen. "I know you guys'll have a great time together." Cameron didn't think she could just march after her right back into the kitchen and tell Jean about Tori all over again. She and her Dad presumed she'd been blowing the whole thing out of proportion when she was a kid. Even though she was an adult now, the small child as whom a part of them would always see and remember her blinded them to the possibility that she could have been just as serious about anything then as she was now. She didn't see a great deal of success in trying to convince them of such a thing at this point. But perhaps if she were just adamant enough in her insistence... She thought about it and let it concern her for a while. She consequently didn't get a great deal of studying accomplished on Tuesday, but by dinnertime, she decided she was being silly letting this eat her up inside. After all, it happened when she was just a kid. She'd been a small child, barely in double digits. She was eighteen now—she was grown-up. She was old enough to attend her folks' "grown-up parties" and socialize right along with them, if she so desired. The point was, this was in the past. The distant past. Now that she thought about it again and looked at the situation through older eyes with an older mindset, it almost seemed dumb to be so perturbed by it all. It was a series of reckless childhood misadventures, and that's all it was. The more she thought about it now, the better and more secure she felt. And her mother might even be right—they probably could have a really good time hanging out together now. Maybe even like those first few times the full decade ago. Cameron finished supper with her folks Tuesday night, and went straight back to her room to hit the books. She went on to finish out the rest of this, one of her last—as long as everything went according to plan—weeks of her high school career. *** May 23rd, 4:06 p.m. Friday afternoon. Cameron had gotten an amazing amount of studying accomplished the previous night, so she decided she'd forgive herself if she didn't perform quite as proficiently this evening. Especially since she today had company coming over. Poring over her impressive array of books of papers, Cameron had laid out everything she'd be needing on the fortunately massive living room coffee table. The perimeter teemed with books, additional study aids, as well as some energetic snacks and libations to keep her alive, and also to offer Tori when she arrived. Eventually passed through her parents, dolled up, making sure they were all set before they started out the door. Cameron briefly glanced up from her work to see them in their fancy evening garb. "Hey, you guys look great. Where're ya goin' tonight?" "Rob and Mindy's," said her Mom. Ordinarily now that she was grown, they would have asked if she was sure she didn't want to come along, but they knew and appreciated that her finals were coming and that she needed to cram. They were proud of how diligent she was and how much she wanted to ready herself for these momentous exams. "Oh, cool," she replied. "When're you gonna be back?" "Oh, not until really late this time," said her Dad. "Maybe past midnight." "Wow," she commented. "And we're already late," added her father. "Wanna step on it, Jean?" "This is as fast as I go, Mitch, you know that," replied her mother. Cameron chuckled with a shake of the head. Her parents tended to chew each other out sometimes, but all in the name of love. They made their departure. "Well, have a good one," she called to them as her Dad hurried outside. "You do the same, hon!" encouraged her Mom. "And Tori should be along pretty soon, tell her we said hi." "Je-ean!" came Mitch's voice from the exterior. "Gotta roll!" said her Mom. Slam! The door closed, the car started, and Cameron was on her own, at least for the moment, to conquer her mountain of studying. Half an hour or so passed. By the time these thirty minutes had elapsed, she needed a short break. Nature was calling. Down went the pen, and into the bathroom she slipped. She was just about to flush when— The Babysitter (Female Version) Ding-dong! Oh, that must be Tori, she thought, giving her hands a quick rinse. If she were to be honest with herself, she was still just a little wee bit nervous, but she remained cool. She bounded back down the hall, through the living room, turned and yanked on the knob. Then she remembered that the door was still locked. Oh, yeah, she realized. Maybe I am just a little more excited and anxious than I'd like to let on. Click. She popped the now unlocked door open. The woman who stood before her outside the door was basically a mid-20s version of the girl she'd known as a child, more or less just as she remembered her, but would naturally appear dramatically different to the eyes of an 18-year-old lass than to those of a small child. It suddenly occurred to Cameron for the first time just how...gorgeous she was. She could still see the laughter in those silly smiley eyes, but now she too noticed her long dirty blonde cascades, her slim, curvaceous body, and those hot legs she always had a good look at as a kid when Tori sat on her and tickled her crazy, but was then too young to appreciate. She stammered just a moment and cleared her throat before finally getting some coherent words out for her. "H—...h-hey! Come on in!" Tori grinned cordially and familiarly at her. "Thanks, Cam!" she replied. "Good to see ya, babe!" She sauntered in and took a gander around. "Boy, this place sure brings back some memories." Cameron was still a bit distracted taking in the woman's extraordinary beauty, so at first she just nodded. "...Oh, yeah, well, y'know, I'm...oh, I'm sorry about the lousy timing, but I'm, well...I'm just really busy studying for my finals." "Oh, that's cool!" smiled Tori, waving it off, as Cameron returned to her seat in front of the coffee table. "Can I help?" "Uhhh...maybe. You know anything about thermonuclear physics, medieval warfare or quadratic logarithms?" Tori's eyebrows arched and her mouth lowered open. Perhaps offering help studying was not the most fruitful of suggestions. She sheepishly darted her eyes about for a moment. "Y'know what? I've got an even better idea!" she announced. "Why don't I go make us something to eat?" She scampered into the kitchen and began rummaging through the fridge and cabinets. "Oh, that's okay, you don't have to," Cameron called. "I've got all my snacks and stuff right here: my chips and dip, Doritos, pretzels, Combos, Chex Mix—boom. I'm set." "Death by sodium!" Tori kidded her. "You may still be an invincible teenager, kiddo, so I'm gonna spare ya the blood pressure jazz for now. But you still need to get some real food in that tummy." "Always the babysitter," Cameron idly called back. "And don't you forget it, baby doll." She continued working, hearing things being moved about in the kitchen. A pot was placed on the stove. Water boiled. A package of something was opened and emptied. The sounds inside the house diminished to Cameron's pen scrawling across the paper, and Tori preparing dinner. Cameron was still managing capably to focus on the studying, make decent progress and commit material to memory, but a part of her mental matter became too now occupied with the company of the lovely lady not twenty feet away in the kitchen. Hmm... thought the tiny preoccupied part of her mind. Maybe I should...maybe I should ask h—... No. No, she vetoed. Later. We'll consider it later. No guarantees. Finals are more important right now. Activity continued silently inside the house, and things were going pretty well. Cameron was keeping up the good work, and was feeling proud of how utterly collected she remained with Tori around. That one overwhelming habit of hers aside—which was mattering a little less each moment—the girl was a princess. Nothing against Stephanie, she thought, but... Tori eventually emerged from the kitchen carrying a steaming dish. The aroma drew Cameron up from her work. "Don't gotta come and get it; it's comin' to you!" Tori announced. "OOOooh, spaghetti!" Cameron's pen dropped. In front of her into a cleared space on the table Tori was indeed squeezing a hefty, heaping plate of spaghetti and meatballs, lightly dusted with parmesan cheese. "Knew you like it...naturally." Cameron's mouth literally began to water. "I...guess I can take out two minutes for a bite here..." "'Atta girl," encouraged Tori. "Dig in." Her voice almost seemed to carry a hint of... ...Seduction, strangely enough. Well, good food could be seen as a sensual, almost sexy stimulus, in a way...were one hungry enough. Of course, thought Cameron, that could just be her very gynephilic mind at work, compounded by her empty stomach. Or any number of things, really. Oh, heck, she might have just been imagining things. She grabbed the fork. It barely took her another eight minutes to wolf down everything but the plate. It was so good, in fact, only decent table manners and a desire to maintain some class in front of Tori kept her from licking the dish spotless. Tori frankly wouldn't have minded in the slightest. She waited until she was sure Cameron was done, and held out her hand for the plate back. "Wow, that was..." Cameron felt a sudden yawn coming on. "...Oh. Incredible. Thanks!" Tori grinned, about-facing to return the plate. "So delighted you enjoyed it." Cameron returned to the books. But... ...For some odd reason, the contents of her notes and course material looked just a bit... ...Fuzzier...than before... Tori pranced back into the living room, snatched a magazine from under the table and plopped in the neighboring armchair. Cameron looked up, blinking and giving her head a whip back and forth. "Uh...wow," she remarked again, stretching and yawning once more. "I, uh...must've been hungrier than I thought." "Don't let me bother ya, kiddo," assured Tori. "Just hangin' out." Cameron attempted again to resume her academic cramming, but try as she might, she felt herself fading. Whoa...I know Italian food can have this effect, and I know I ate a LOT, but...was it really that powerful? Her eyelids abruptly felt very, very heavy. "Yup..." the familiar voice echoed in her ears, as her head slowly descended onto the books. Her eyes fluttered closed. "...Juuuust hangin' out." *** May 23rd, 6:58 p.m. Cameron remembered nothing more an hour later when she finally woke back up. When she came to, her vision was blurry and she felt dizzy and disoriented. She wasn't immediately sure where she was, but she knew she would get her bearings back if she just waited a few moments. She tilted and rolled her head around her shoulders, letting the cricks in her neck pop. She went to stretch her arms. Her first discovery took nary a second, and that was that she could not stretch. A further examination of her situation and the reasoning behind her inability to stretch were self-explanatory: she realized to her alarmed surprise that she could not move. She reflexively kicked and thrashed, but now felt something...tied around her wrists and ankles. Looking rapidly left to right, back and forth, as her energy began to replenish and her eyes to focus, she found herself lying on her back, arms outstretched and secured to either side of...her bed?? She felt that her legs too were bound, her feet secured to either side of the foot of the bed by the ankles, as she looked down to see... ...A sight that terrified her. She was naked. "WHAT the hell?!" she mouthed incredulously. Something was clearly very wrong here. And something told her that she should have been able to easily figure it out, that somehow the pieces of the puzzle were here for her to see, but...her mind felt still bemused by whatever had just happened to it. She couldn't pinch herself, but she was pretty certain this wasn't a dream anyway. She tried to make sense of things and recall the day's events. Her mind flashed on school...coming home...studying...her parents leaving... ...Then the moment when the doorbell rang, and she opened to door to... Oh no. OHHH, NO. A terribly uncomfortable and petrifying sensation dawned upon Cameron. A sensation which was confirmed not a minute later when to her disbelieving consternation, ambled through the door herself none other than her old babysitter, Tori Linton. A sneaky, smarmy smile played upon Tori's alluring, mischievous face. Cameron could do no other than to simply gape at her in terror and murmur— "Oh, GOD..." Tori brought her hands together with one sharp clap. "Oh, goody, you're up!" she jovially chirped, looking her up and down. She giggled roguishly. Cameron felt utterly humiliated. "God...wha—...d—...how...I...y—..." Tori raised a hand. "I believe I may be able to clear up your confusion, my dear. "You see, young Cameron, I would not go so far as to say the pasta I served you was, uh...spiked, or drugged, if you would. I simply crushed and sprinkled a few fast-acting Melatonins in it." "Y—" Cameron reflexively yanked on the bonds, but of course to no avail. "You what?" "Why, yes, of course," Tori replied innocently, as if the whole deal were matter-of-fact. "A mere amateur could determine that an individual of your self-control and esteem would be, well, reluctant—shall we say the least—to strip, lay down on your bed and hold still for me so that I might tie you down. That goes without saying. And so in order to achieve my desired effect, yes, naturally, while it required a little more effort, I needed only to take matters into my own hands, and...put you to sleep." Cameron at first didn't know exactly how to react, save to holler something incoherent at her with blinding rage. So she did. "Wh—what the hell?? You si—...you're insane! You're out of your mind!" Tori waved a finger, tsk'ing her. "Ah, now, now," she scolded, as if she were still her eight-year-old self. "You'd do well to save your breath right about now, honey-pie." She winked, a malicious smirk creeping up her lips. "You'll need it." Tori folded her hands, palms out, and cracked her knuckles. A frightening chuckle seeped up and out from her vocal cords. "Besides, is that any way to talk to your dear ol' beloved babysitter?" She wickedly waggled her fingers at her. Cameron recognized the grin on her face right now. Abruptly, it all came flooding back to her. She had no clue how she had not before realized what Tori was going to do. But she did now. The lingering smile of doom on Tori's face grew blurry, then clear again as Cameron's face evaporated of outrage and flooded with unadulterated fear. Tori's cold, wicked, ominous gaze didn't move from her own eyes as she perched on the side of the bed. Cameron could swear she saw something pass before her eyes. She didn't like it. "Oh-oh-okay," she stammered. "This-this is silly, Tori. We-I mean, we're both adults now. Can't we just untie me and-and—" Turning her smile elsewhere, Tori cut her off by sliding her nails over Cameron's ribs. "AAAHH!" she cried. "Now, then, Cam, sweetie..." Tori grinned, "...I trust you're still as...delightfully...deathly...ticklish, as ever?" "Oh, dear God, Tori, please, for hell's sake here—" Tori took her chin in her hand, turned Cameron's face her way, leaned down and laid a kiss on her that seared her lips. Her surprised eyes fluttered shut through the kiss and then back open to see Tori leering down at her. "Shut up," she sneered playfully. Cameron nodded. "Yes, ma'am." Tori scratched her under the chin like her obedient pet. "Good girl. You see? What did I tell you all those years ago? I warned you that if you didn't settle down and behave yourself and do just what I told you... "...That I'd kiss you!" she finished, pinching and shaking her cheek. "Now then!" She sat back up again. "Where shall we get started, my little babysittin' buddy?" Cameron could only see that she was doomed. She thought if nothing else she should make the most of it. She smiled innocently up at Tori. "Get started with what, pray tell?" Tori tossed her head back and laughed. "Well, beautiful, I'm glad to see you haven't lost your sense of humor!" she exclaimed, giving her nipple a tweak, making her jump with a squeal. "All right, seriously, though." Her smile darkened, and her voice intimidatingly deepened. "Where do you want it first, kiddo?" Cameron gulped. Her heart began beating faster. "Um, Tori...please..." "I mean, I can imagine one part of ya wants some attention," Tori commented, gliding her index nail up the center of Cameron's slowly dampening labia. "This pussykitty down here, huh?" Cameron gasped. "OH my God!" she gushed. The babysitter's voice dripped with gleeful malice as she again stroked the girl's vagina. "Oooh...does that drive you crazy?" Cameron chortled. "Um, yes!" she nodded. "Oh, goody!" Tori vivaciously tickled her pussy. Cameron tossed her head back and burst out laughing hysterically. It was Tori's turn to gush. "Aw, that sound is still just as heavenly as ever!" she declared. "Cammy, babe, I'm so glad you're grown up now...and so sensitive down here!" She continued driving her insane tickling between the legs. "Wow! Y'know, I was gonna get'cha to death all over, but the way this is going, I'm tempted to just tickle your cooch all night!" "OHMYGOD!! Tori, please STOP!" Cameron shouted and begged in and around guffaws. Tori was laughing just as hard as Cameron was. "I can't stop!" she cackled. "I'm having way too much fun!" Cameron was turning red. "NO! No, God, seriously, I'm...I'm gonna p—you're gonna make me pee!" Finally, she felt Tori let up on her, for the moment. "Well..." Tori said, catching her own breath, "...A'right. Wouldn't want you messing the sheets. I'd have a hell of a time explaining that to your parents, young lady." She shook a chiding finger at Cameron. Cameron thought of something. "Hey, h—...hang on a second. Tori, how'd you even get me here?" "Oh, well, y'know, it's pretty simple, hon. I do work out, if you recall, and you're not exactly a whale. I may not have been able to carry you the whole way anymore, so I just dragged you by the arms and pulled you up on the bed when I got ya in here." Well, she supposed that explained it. But as she was thinking it through, Tori's voice cut back in. "Although if you want..." She shrugged flirtatiously. "...I...guess we could skip the tickling...and just make out all night." Cameron returned the flirting manner, arching her eyebrows with a subtle smirk. "...Really?" "Mmm." Tori leaned down to join their lips once more. Suddenly, Cameron's pussy was very happy to see her. But as Cameron closed her eyes and began to pucker her own lips, she felt Tori's nails get her again, this time under the arms. "PSYCH!" Tori shouted, viciously resuming the tickling torture. Naturally, Cameron screamed in raucous laughter. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAAA!!" she exploded as Tori giggled right along at her. Tori'd tricked her. And into thinking she was going to be getting some sweet loving, no less. How deviously cruel. Cameron helplessly blew out wails of laughter, soundlessly breathing the words, "Oh-h-h-h...you-u-u-u...bi-i-i-itch!" Her eyes pinched shut. She whirled her face back and forth, yanking and pulling on the bonds with her limbs, whatever she could do for a little relief. But it was no use. She couldn't get away. The vixen's fingernails were everywhere. They scooted from her armpits down to her sides and belly, to her hips and waistline, to her outer thighs. Then things got worse. Tori pushed her over onto her side. Laying her leg over Cam's to hold her in position, Tori dug her fingers into her ass cheeks. She erupted. Her voice involuntarily shot straight into whistle range. She had no idea her tush was so wildly ticklish—and with good reason; it had never been tickled before. In a strange way, though it drove her crazy, it also highly turned her on. After a few minutes of forced screeching and shrieking, Tori decided she was finally done with the ass. So she delivered Cameron a hearty, mock-disciplinary spank on each cheek, and the nails slid down to the backs of her thighs and her calves. Cameron was laughing so incredibly hard she felt like she was about to burst a lung. She knew she should be saving her breath, like Tori had advised, but she couldn't stop herself from frantically babbling out futile pleas of mercy. About the point she reached the knees, Tori gave her another break and let her roll over onto her back again. "OHMYGOD!! OhmyGod!" Cameron croaked. "Okay, Tori, seriously, no kidding, PLEASE, no more! I can't take it!!" "You can't?" Tori teased, as if she still didn't adequately evaluate the effect this was having on Cameron. "Aw, poor baby...but then again...you silly thing, I haven't even gotten to your feetsies yet!" Cameron's toes scrunched and curled up. Her feet were as sensitive as any other part of her. But just because she had survived the torment this far didn't guarantee she could last the whole night, or however long Tori planned to test her endurance. But what Cameron didn't know was that Tori wasn't about to start on her delicate, fragile feet just yet. To her surprise, she smoothed her palm across Cameron's tummy, fondling her breasts, and leaned down until she was lying on her side next to her. Her hand slid up the rest of the way until she reached her cheek. Her other hand took hold on the girl's remaining cheek, and Tori's eyes blinked smoky seduction into hers. Her cunt moistened and generated another layer of arousal. "Aren—...uh, aren't you gonna...t—...tickle my feet?" she asked nervously. The babysitter's smirk was sultry and irresistibly hot. "I thought we'd have a, uh..." Tori stroked a fingertip down her nose. "...Different kind of fun right now...honey bun." Cameron's eyebrows rose high as they would go. "OH..." Tori nodded, coming in to seal the deal for real this time. As she leaned in further, her blonde locks pooled over Cameron's tits. She felt one of the woman's arms slip around her neck, between the pillow under her head and the mattress. The mesmerizing kiss infused both bodies with a wild rush of crackling sexuality. Their noses took over the breathing. Mutual moans were exchanged, and both rightly took them as the flattering compliments they were. Cameron pulled even tighter on the ties pinning her arms and legs down, this time trying like mad to grasp the hot body alongside her and press the two of them together as tightly as she could. Pleasure engulfed her. Her clit was at full erection, twitching and beginning to throb. Cameron wasn't the only one through whom rampant passion was blazing. Tori was feeling her own pussy moisten and her tits perk up at the hot action between them. Their collective body warmth heightened the temperature throughout the entire room. Both gasped desperately for breath, pulling their lips apart just enough to take a gulp of air before suction drew them together again. The lubrication began to drip down Cameron's thighs from her soaking pussy, begging for some affection. The Babysitter (Female Version) Cameron felt Tori caress and graze her breasts and slowly work her way down. Cameron moaned, indicating how she so desired her to keep going in this direction. Her nails kept stroking her down to the belly, but before she went any further, her index fingernail jumped up on her and figure-skated a circular pattern around her bellybutton. She heard and felt her giggle through the kiss. Their lips detached. "T—hee-hee-hee!...Tori!..." Tori winked at her. "That's my name; ask me again, and I'll tell you the same." "T—...T-Tori, that tickles!" "It does?" she asked, playing coy. "Well, what's wrong with that, hmm?" She batted her eyelashes so unbearably Cameron's heart surrendered. "Absolutely nothing." She leaned her head up, fastened her lips to Tori's and prayed she'd never let her go. The curly dirty blonde locks brushing over and around her face, neck and chest made Cameron feel safe and protected, and at the same time aroused and exhilarated. Oh, if only she had been able to appreciate her babysitter this much when she was a kid. Every so often she'd open her eyes to sneak a peek of Tori kissing her. So stunningly gorgeous... She hoped Tori took her leaking honeypot as the compliment it was. It was much more difficult to be angry or upset at the fact that Tori'd knocked her out with sleeping pills and tied her up naked like this in the throes of their steamy make-out session—on the contrary; she was now intensely glad, and grateful, that Tori had been the one to set the wheels in motion—and the realization that she was imminently intimate with a blazing hot 25-year-old bombshell. This was certainly beyond Cam's wildest 18-year-old dreams. She barely even noticed when Tori's hand vacated her tummy, but she did notice her slip a warm, snug and cozy hand between her quivering legs, and begin to tenderly massage her pussy. She gasped. Her belly drew in and her back arched. Her head tilted back, carrying Tori's back along with her as their lips held fast. Cameron's hands clenched into determined fists. Her muscles flexed, fighting the bonds with all conjurable might. She was dying to be able to reciprocate the manual loving: to search the enchanted forest of Tori's wavy blonde curls, to brave the slopes of her majestic curves, to assess the baby-softness of her even, smooth skin, to grip and squeeze her generous breasts, to feel her nipples nudge her palms, to reach between her legs and bring her womanhood to life with her mere fingertips. How she longed to bring her such divine sensations as Tori was bringing her. Wave after wave of hot magic rode over her as the babysitter's skilled hand did its work. Pre-come oozed and spilled from her cunt, leaking over her hand, providing her with even yet more lubrication to ease her task. Performing the masturbation on her proved as well to turn Tori on like hell, so much so that she eventually had to extract her free arm from behind Cameron's shoulders just to release her boobs, fondling and groping at herself. She broke the kiss. "Wanna suck on 'em, doll?" she breathed barely audibly. Cameron vehemently nodded her head yes. Hell, yes, in fact. Tori slipped her nipples into her mouth one at a time as she continued rubbing and jilling her all the time, and nuzzled, kissed and nibbled at the girl's cheek, her ear, her jaw, while her mouth was busy. Cameron closed each tasty nipple between her teeth, milking and suckling just lightly enough to keep from harming her. It was Tori's turn to gasp. "GOD, yes," she praised. Her breath passed like a hot wind over Cameron's face. "God, yes, Cam...please, yes..." She tried to fumble down her own body with her free hand and get at her now sopping wet pussy. "Mmmph...mm-mmmm-MMMMPH..." Cameron tried to utter with a mouthful of boob. It was fortunate her words couldn't be made out, she thought. Her old babysitter probably would not approve of the muffled language she was currently using, but given the circumstances, she thought Tori would forgive her. Tori's hand pumped harder and faster into her aching, pulsating pussy. Her arm was beginning to throb along with it, but she couldn't forego and pass up on this kind of sublime rendezvous. She had to see the fruits of her labor be reaped. She couldn't really get a good handle on herself, but her own pussy told her that was all right. It was already delightfully tingling at the knowledge that she was in bed with Cameron, jilling her off, pecking and nipping at her, with a tit in her mouth. The tit fell out of her mouth. "OH!" Cam exclaimed, heaving a well-needed breath. The wet breast plopped on her own tits, now glistening in the light. "Y'okay, babe?" asked Tori as she kept thrusting. She nodded vigorously. "Way better than okay," she exhaled, pecking Tori's rosy cheek. She grinned back at her. "That's my girl," she adulated, punctuating with another of her suggestive winks. The next few moments saw them fall back into another lasting, fantastic kiss that warmed their bodies so much perspiration was culled from their pores. Tori's hand was still wildly ravaging Cameron's now blood-red pussy, and it wouldn't be able to withstand the sensations much longer. Meanwhile, Tori's swollen cunt was soaking her panties through and through itself, in desperate need of some undivided attention as well. Cameron began to lurch and groan through the kisses as she neared her impending climax brought on from Tori's adept hand. Her toes stretched as far apart from one another as they would go, and her limbs flailed to the extent their restraints allowed. Her pussy squeezed and clenched on Tori's hand. Her clit bulged and throbbed sublimely. Tori unleashed her from the kiss and smiled triumphantly. "I can feel it coming," she declared. "It's coming, isn't it?" She nodded, just before her face convulsed into forced delirium and she began to scream. The sight of her face was beautiful and sumptuous in this exquisite state. Cameron went on longingly tugging the ties on her wrists and ankles as the orgasm was sucked from her and her come exploded splashing out of her cunt. Even if she'd wanted to stop it, there was nothing she could do. And she liked that. "Oh, YES!" Tori rejoiced, kissing her breast as she felt her come propel forth. "Good girl, honey! Give it to me!" "AAAHH! AAAHH! AAAHH! AAAAAAAHHH! AAAAAAAHHH!!" Cameron cried helplessly and ecstatically as the orgasm electrified her head to toe. Gushing fluid squirted out, caking Tori's hand in hot sticky love. Tori verbally encouraged her along. "That's it, babe," she hollered over her screams. "'Atta girl. Good girl. Good job, sweetie! Way to go!" Her congratulatory remarks were heard, but not computed all the way through. Cameron was violently dizzied by the rushes that'd overcome her. She was going to have a hard time intelligibly comprehending anything for a while. In fact, she was fading off behind the wall of sleep—again. Her eyes fluttered closed once more and her head fell and drooped to the side on her pillow. Tori smiled warmly, dotting her sweaty flesh with a series of sweet kisses. She wiped most of Cameron's emission from her hand on her belly and licked off the rest. She let herself down on her back beside Cameron, using her forearm as a pillow and slipped her hands down between her own legs. She separated her soaking labia with her left hand and gracefully entered herself with her right. She tried to take it easy on her arm after all the work she'd just put it through with Cameron's vagina. She rolled over onto her side, hand in pussy, and breathed in Cameron's soft feminine scent. She squeezed her hands between her damp thighs and gently sucked Cameron's tit and tongued her nipple. Oh, her skin was succulent. Now she had more of an idea of how she made Cameron feel a few minutes ago. She felt as if hot smoky fumes were radiating through the both of them and rising off their sticky bodies. Tori's face soon too winced into a portrait of famished yearning. She ceased sucking on her breast, leaving traces of loving salivation behind. She shifted position and laid her head on Cameron's boobs, trying to listen to her heart beating. Her hot, stiff clit pulsed on her wrist. She clenched and squeezed her pussy on her fingers, energizing the already powerful passion surging up and down her body. She stretched, nudged one foot under Cameron's leg and laid her other over top of it, thigh-hugging her as she furiously went on jilling herself. Thirty seconds later, her vaginal wall tightened in on her, and her face scrunched in torrid sizzle. She veritably strangled the girl's thigh with her trembling gams. She didn't want her to wake up before she was ready for her to, so she tried to keep her joyous cries controlled. At long, long last, her straw broke as well and her pussy squirted her own love fluid on both of them and the mattress. It looked like the sheet would need to be laundered anyway. No matter, they had time. Besides, she should be focusing on the astonishing orgasmic event fiercely striking through her every nerve right now. A smaller pillow lay on Cameron's other side. Thinking quickly, Tori leaned over her as far as she could, opened wide, nipped the corner of the pillow in her teeth, crammed as much of it as she could in her mouth to muffle herself, and screamed. "MMMMMPH!!" Tori shrieked. Even muzzled by the pillow, a fair deal of sound found its way out. Her fluid and come mixed together, collecting on her fingers. The last climactic sparks and zaps shocked her inside and out before she finally settled down. When she willed herself to pry her hands from her cunt, she pushed herself up so she didn't drop to sleep along with Cameron. *** May 23rd, 9:16 p.m. After getting herself up, undressed, and hopping in the shower for a little rinse, Tori borrowed a towel to wrap her panties in and put all her other clothes back on. Returning to the bedroom, she perched on the bed beside Cameron's still unconscious body and gave her shoulder a jostle. She awakened. "Hm?..." Tori smiled with her wink. "Hi there, angel-face." Cameron blinked blankly at her a moment before her bearings came back. "Oh, hel-lo there," she grinned back. Tori nodded, matter-of-factly patting Cameron's thigh. "...How's tricks?" "Oh...y'know..." Cameron shrugged. "Well, uh—oh. Hey. Guess we better untie me now, then, huh?" Tori pretended to consider the suggestion. "MmmmmmIIII...don't think so." Cameron's eyebrows arched. "...Huh?" Tori exhaled on her nails and shined them up on her top. "Ehhh...why not?" Tori smiled innocuously at her. "'Member, uh...before we...y'know...when you were begging me to stop ticklin' ya?" "...Yeah..." "'Member, uh...what I said?" Cameron began to feel a bit nervous. "...No..." Tori was plainly dragging out the final chapter to their evening, just to make her sweat. "If memory serves, kiddo...I believe I said... "'Silly, I haven't even gotten to your feet yet.'" Tori waggled her eyebrows at her provocatively. Cameron's face clouded over, unsurprisingly, half with terror and half with dismay. Her toes reflexively curled over each other, feeling the instinctive need to wrinkle up and desensitize the soles. Tori's eyebrows tilted down as she gazed at Cameron, smirking with sadistic seduction. "Oh, God, Tori..." pleaded Cameron, "...Please, for God's sake...after everything we've been through tonight already—" "—There's nothing like a lovely game of 'This Little Piggie' to put the cherry on the parfait, now is there?" Tori finished for her, hopping to the floor and skipping around to the foot of the bed. "God, Tori, no, please!" Cameron implored desperately. "I can't take any more!" "Oh, now, don't be such a big baby, lady," Tori chided. "You're a fully grown eighteen-year-old woman! A quite impressive and voluptuous eighteen-year-old woman with a beautiful boddess of a goddess that just made some of my hopes and dreams come true a little while ago, I might add, but all just the same. "You do remember this, don't'cha, kiddo? Just like the old days! Right?? Remember how I used to hold you upside-down by the feet so you couldn't get away?? Y'know, Cam, honey, your feet were always my favorite favorite spot on you. They always made you giggle so hard...you were so damn CUTE laughing like that, I just wanted to eat you up! So you can understand, now that you're a grown woman, I can't let this opportunity go by." "Oh, but...but, Tori—!" "Don't worry, dollface. You just came like a friggin' wildcat, I can see you're recovering, so I'll go easy on ya." This still didn't yield Cameron a great deal of reassurance. Tori lowered to her knees on the floor and took hold of her big toes. "Now then... "These little piggies went to the supermarket for the great big Memorial Day sale that's coming up soon... "Aaaand these little piggies stayed home and played a festive round of Uncle Wiggily Longears..." "Aaaaaand these little piggies heartily chowed down on great big roast beef sandwiches and curly fries from Arby's... "Buuuut these little piggies had none, 'cause they were vegetarians, and so strictly so in fact they felt those other two little piggies were barbarians..." Cameron blew a raspberry. The babysitter had a phenomenal sense of humor. "Aaaaaand these little piggies..." She paused, holding on to the pinky toes for several moments. Cameron cringed, bracing herself. But as she held the cringing brace second after second after agonizing second...nothing happened. She very slowly and cautiously opened one eye, then the other. She was about to raise her head, lean down and ask if Tori was going to finish this terrible game or what, but of course that was Tori's cue to do just so. "Um...Tori?...Y—" She let go of her pinky toes as her fingers jumped down and her horrific nails raked torturous patterns all over Cameron's soles. She shouted the last part to be heard over the girl's burst of hyena-like laughter. "...Went 'wee-wee-wee-wee-wee-wee-wee' all the way home, 'cause their poor little bladders were full and they couldn't hold it any longer!!" she hollered. "Goochie-goochie-goochie-goochie-goochie-goochie!!" The foot tickling went on nonstop for what had to be almost three straight minutes. When she finally let up, Cameron gasped and coughed out for a huge inhalation and gave her quite a verbal what-for. "I thought you said you were gonna go easy on me!!" She sighed sheepishly. "Yeah, I lied..." she admitted. "I...do that sometimes." On went the torture. For Cameron, in a way, it was like the ultimate embarrassment. The babysitter won again. Just like always. No contest. Tori always managed to get the best of her, and to this day she still was. After another ten to fifteen minutes of intolerable sole tickling torment resulting in a series of pinkish fingernail marks covering the bottoms of her feet, Tori at last stopped and set her free. "Allllll right, babe," she announced, standing, and letting her out of the bonds she'd pinned her to her bed with. "All done." Cameron threw out hastened wheezes of breath, gradually catching up with it again. Freaking FINALLY, she thought. She took a well-needed bathroom break, cleaned herself up, found her clothes and redressed. When she came back out, Tori was waiting for her in the living room, sitting in the same seat she'd assumed as Cameron was studying that afternoon, reading the same magazine. The living room light was on, as was the TV, playing some sort of history show. The digital clocks on the FIOS box and DVD player read 10:25. Cameron's parents still wouldn't be home for another hour or three. Tori saw her come out, and closed the magazine. "Well, hey there, silly-pants!" she called. "And what's new with you then??" A thought entered Cameron's mind. She didn't feel much like studying right now. "Oh, well, as a matter of fact, I thought we might find a movie to watch," she offered. "Oh, primo idea!" commented Tori. "Any one in particular?" "Well, we could just channel surf, of course, or maybe I could find us a good DVD..." Sitting on the floor in front of the set, Cameron patted the carpet beside her. "Torrrrrriii...would you please come sit over here with me?" she asked. "Pretty please?" Tori shrugged. She hopped up from the armchair, popped the magazine in its original spot under the coffee table and plopped on the floor next to Cameron. "Here," Cameron said, handing her the remote. "You go ahead first." "Okeydokey," said Tori, pressing the button to bring up the FIOS channel guide. She never even saw it coming. Cameron seized Tori around the middle, digging her fingers aggressively into her ribs, and wrestled her to the floor. "PAYBACK TIIIIIIIME!!" "AAAAAAAAHHHAAAHAAAAHAAAHHHAAAAAAAAA!!" *** May 24th, 12:47 a.m. Once Tori had let her guard down, Cameron had indeed jumped her and gotten her right back for all the years of torment she'd inflicted on her. Tori didn't exactly have the weight advantage anymore, and so once Cameron had seized the upper hand, she did just as the babysitter used to do to her, crawled up and sat on her, wreaking sweet, delicious revenge. Tori tried to fight her back, but Cameron was now too fueled from her history of being playfully tortured by her to let up. Eventually, it was at last she who had her begging and pleading for mercy. It was such a wonderful sound and a palatably powerful feeling. Now she understood why Tori'd never shown her any mercy growing up. This really was fun! Now if not totally even, they were at least a little closer. After they called a truce and agreed no more tickling for the evening—for either of them—they settled down to really find something to watch on TV. This time they didn't have to call and order out; there was a pizza in the freezer, so Cameron tossed it in the oven for them. As they sat together eating in front of the tube, Cameron wondered if they would see anything in the way of a future encounter. Tori still normally lived out of town. When might she be back again, and would she have time to pay another visit? Did she now reside especially far away? Would Cameron be able to possibly set aside a day or two during the summer and come out and stop by Tori's place? Would Tori even be interested in seeing her again, as maybe more than a friend? Mitch and Jean finally arrived back home at roughly a quarter to one in the morning. They reentered the door to find their daughter and her babysitter on the floor together with stuffed tummies. "Well, I trust everything went nicely between you two?" Jean asked, as her husband locked the door behind them. "Oh, utterly splendee-do, Mrs. D.," Tori replied, as Cameron threw them an A-OK sign. "Good!" said Mitch. "Well, kids, we are bushed. We are changing and going right to bed. Don't you stay up too late now." "Yeah, actually," said Tori, slowly pushing herself up, "I should be hitting the road myself. Thanks so much for letting me come over again, you guys, I really had a great time." "Oh, Tori, of course!" said Jean as they headed to their bedroom. "You're always welcome here, you know that." Cameron pushed herself up along with her. The Babysitter (Female Version) "Oh, Tori, let me walk you out to your car," she offered. Full of pizza, they all but waddled out the door. The late spring's warm twilight air felt just heavenly in wafting breezes over them. Cameron felt a lump catch in her throat. She slipped her hand into Tori's and linked their fingers. "So, um...ahem," she said. "I, eh...I hope our paths will cross again at some point." "Oh, you can count on it," Tori smiled. "I am about forty-five minutes away, but hell, honey, why do you think I wanted to come all that way over here in the first place?" She winked at her. Cameron felt a balloon of happy goodness inflate inside her. So Tori liked her too. "To be honest, all those years ago, I was...kinda..." She looked down at the grass, shyly blushing a little. "...I was kinda looking forward to when you grew up...and I wouldn't be your babysitter anymore..." Her eyes rose back up to meet Cameron's. "...If you know what I mean." Wow, thought Cameron. Tori really liked her even more than she'd thought. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea," she agreed. She took both of Cam's hands. "I really want you to come see me sometime in the summer, Cam. I'll do my best to come back and see you too. In the meantime, you can look me up online. Maybe we can work out some kind of weekend dating-type thing." Her expression suddenly turned serious on her. "But, you gotta promise me something." "Absolutely. What?" She shrugged. "Well, I, eh...I know I kinda kept you from doing so tonight, but, babe, you have to promise me you're gonna study your cute little ass off, so you can knock those finals right outta the park and graduate. Try not to think about me too much; I have a feeling that might distract ya. And after the, uh..." She coyly glanced down between Cameron's legs. "...effect I had on ya tonight, I realize that'll be kinda tough," she giggled, "But I know you can do it. Do it for me." Tori brought her lips to Cameron's for a final good night kiss. It felt so good Cameron's heart swooned. Cam opened her eyes and swept Tori into her arms. Their noses nuzzled and their cheeks grazed. "Consider it a bonafide guarantee," she whispered. "'At's my girl," Tori whispered back. Cam waved goodbye as she got into her car, started the ignition, blew her a kiss, and pulled away. A ping of sadness hit her as she left her line of vision. She knew absence made the heart grow fonder, but right about now it was making hers pout. She turned to go back inside. She had every intention of keeping her promise to Tori, and her studying would resume...first thing the next morning. After this hell of an evening, she was a little too wiped to do any more studying tonight. Besides, one thing Cameron always knew about herself was that she hated rules, and whenever anyone specifically told her not to do something, she of course had to go and do it. And now that Tori'd advised her not to think about her too much... ...That was all she wanted to do.