0 comments/ 28980 views/ 19 favorites The Babysitter (Male Version) By: Smokey125 SS37: "The Babysitter" (male 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 boy 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 boy variant also makes it the hetero variant. *** May 20th, 3:12 p.m. For Cameron DeVane, life as a teenager was simple, fun and practically carefree. He was eighteen, a senior in high school. He hadn't much trouble studying or getting good grades, he had a healthy cadre of friends, and was also on the school football team. He didn't have a steady girlfriend at the time, but he loved dating, and young ladies held what seemed a high interest in him. It was mid-late May, and he was trying to decide on colleges after graduating. But first he had to get through finals, an idea which was beginning to stress him out just a bit. On Monday, Cameron confirmed the scheduling of all of his final exams, and planned out a rough outline of his studying routine. He 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. His homework was also accumulating. On Tuesday, anticipating a need to chillax a while before doing anything school-related, Cameron came home and flung his backpack on the couch, subsequently plopping right down on the cushion beside it. "Hey hon!" called his mother, Jean, from the kitchen. "How was school?" Cameron didn't answer, his mind consumed with academic bombardment, but that was all right; his Mom was used to it. She emerged from the kitchen, stirring something in a bowl. "I've got some good news for you." "Great," he 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 his eyes, his brows jumping. It was not that he 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 his energy replenish already, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Awesome," he exclaimed. "Just the break I needed. I have got to get caught up on the books. Thanks, Mom." He stood from the sofa, stretched, grabbed his backpack and started down the hall towards his bedroom. "And that's not all!" he heard his mother add. "Tell me the rest later!" he shouted back. "Tori's coming over!" He stopped dead in his tracks. Jean and her stirring bowl appeared around the corner as he 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 his spine to this day. *** Ten years earlier Cameron was an only child. His 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 his teens, they decided he was old enough to stay home by himself, emergency preparations and such in tow. But when Cameron was little, and his parents needed a babysitter, they hired then-teenager Tori Linton to come to the house and watch him. His folks adored Tori from the first they had met of her, and at first glance, Cameron felt the same. While he may have been too young to appreciate the allure of an attractive young woman such as she was, he 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 he'd really enjoy hanging out with her. The first several months Tori visited to sit for Cameron, he was eight, and she 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. His parents left them some money, so they ordered pizza, played games and watched TV. When his folks returned home and asked if they had a good time together, they were in affirmative agreement sans hesitation. Soon, Cameron found himself each evening looking forward to next time. He 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 he wanted to do was throw them about. But Tori finally got him 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 him to play gin rummy, of which he 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 him. "You know what that means we're gonna do now?" At the age of eight, Cameron didn't know to not know if he should be scared right now. He simply replied, "What?" "It means I get tooooo...tickle you!!" As she made this announcement, she suddenly grabbed him around his sides, and the abrupt sensations caused him to roll onto his back on the floor laughing. He tried to get up, but Tori crawled over and all but sat on him, holding him down and tickling the living daylights out of him. And at first, Cameron could not deny, it was fun. He rolled all about the floor laughing hysterically under Tori's furiously dancing fingers. She was going to town on him. And he was still having fun. The only problem was, though he 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 him down and easily found and exploited all his 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 him 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 his feet and dash away just to catch his 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 him. 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 him 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 his belly, sit on his legs and draw on his feet with her nails, or sit on the chair or the couch, with Cameron lying on his back on the floor, holding him by the ankles and taunting him with playful "Goochie-goochie-goo!"s. Eventually, Cameron began noticing a pattern. For the first few moments whenever Tori's tickle games with him got underway, he laughed and enjoyed himself and had a good time. And he still genuinely liked Tori. But after she didn't slow down or give him a break for a while, it became a bit hard to breathe. And when Cameron couldn't squirm away from her, he started shouting and begging her to stop. Most times by this point, she would grant him 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 his 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 his folks of his and Tori's adventures. He'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 himself that Tori was in fact getting carried away and taking things too far. At a certain point, he didn't feel comfortable anymore. One babysitting night around the age of eleven, as they returned home, Cameron finally produced the courage to inform his parents of what happened when Tori came over. Tori, of course, still not fully aware that she was actually tickling him past the comfort point, would simply laugh as she hugged him with a noogie, and say, "Oh, kids! Don't they say the darnedest things??" Cameron's parents didn't disbelieve his story that Tori tickled him, but she was such a wonderfully sweet girl, they had trouble processing the fact that she went overboard with it. They told him they were certain he was merely overreacting a bit. He was, after all, still a kid, and it was possible the problem was bigger and more exaggerated in his mind than in reality. Being still young, as they pointed out, he didn't know to negotiate the situation to insist that things were becoming a little serious. All he knew at this point was that he was starting to become downright frightened of Tori. He was dismayed to find, when he asked a bit later on if possibly his parents could locate someone else to watch him, that Tori was far and away their first—and basically only—choice. She was close by, she didn't charge too much, she fed him well, played with him, watched TV with him, didn't let him 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 his tickle monster arrived to sit for him, he obeyed his inner need to flee. Tori, convinced he had begun a rousing match of hide-and-go-seek, traversed the house to hunt him down, unaware that he was hiding because he now really didn't want to "play" with her. Inevitably, she found and cornered him. 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 his parents that...sad and disappointed as it made him, he just...simply didn't think he liked Tori anymore. She wasn't especially mean or spiteful, but...she played too rough! And by now, she was starting to really scare him with her antics. Shortly before his twelfth birthday, Cameron knew the next of his folks' "grown-up parties" was on its way. And that by now spelled D-R-E-A-D for him. He was far more than traumatized by Tori. He was terrified of her. He didn't want her to come anywhere near him. And somehow, he had to get this drilled into his parents' heads. One Sunday morning in August, he came into the kitchen for breakfast, as his Mom was just hanging up the phone. "Well, that's something," she commented. "What is?" his 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 his wide-eyed gaze up to her. He couldn't believe his perked-up ears. Did she really just say that?? She did. Cameron was astonished—and elated. He breathed out an enormous sigh of relief. He was free...free of Tori, the Terrible Torturous Teasing Taunting Tickler. Now she wouldn't be able to torment him anymore. She was gone. She would have vanished. No more to let her—in his mind—daunting shadow fall over his 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 his babysitter and his buddy. "I know, I know," she told him, "Your age right now, you probably think girls are all yucky with cooties and everything, right?" She chuckled. "But I'm nice. Really, I am." Well, that's good, he thought. 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 him, she 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 he and Stephanie were going to get along just fine. *** May 20th, 3:15 p.m. Cameron stood motionless in the hall, staring at his Mom. He was saying nothing, so his 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. His eyes widened. His mother wasn't sure she was correctly reading his reaction. "...You...do remember Tori, don't you, Cam?" His stare descended to the floor. "Ohhh, yeah...I remember her." His mother gave him 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 he could just march after her right back into the kitchen and tell his Mom about Tori all over again. She and his Dad presumed he'd been blowing the whole thing out of proportion when he was a kid. Even though he was an adult now, the small child as whom a part of them would always see and remember him blinded them to the possibility that he could have been just as serious about anything then as he was now. He didn't see a great deal of success in trying to convince them of such a thing at this point. But perhaps if he were just adamant enough in his insistence... He thought about it and let it concern him for a while. He consequently didn't get a great deal of studying accomplished on Tuesday, but by dinnertime, he decided he was being silly letting this eat him up inside. After all, it happened when he was just a kid. He'd been a small child, barely in double digits. He was eighteen now—he was grown-up. He was old enough to attend his folks' "grown-up parties" and socialize right along with them, if he so desired. The point was, this was in the past. The distant past. Now that he 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 he thought about it now, the better and more secure he felt. And his 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 his folks Tuesday night, and went straight back to his room to hit the books. He went on to finish out the rest of this, one of his last—as long as everything went according to plan—weeks of his high school career. *** May 23rd, 4:06 p.m. Friday afternoon. Cameron had gotten an amazing amount of studying accomplished the previous night, so he decided he'd forgive himself if he didn't perform quite as proficiently this evening. Especially since he today had company coming over. Poring over his impressive array of books of papers, Cameron had laid out everything he'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 him alive, and also to offer Tori when she arrived. Eventually passed through his parents, dolled up, making sure they were all set before they started out the door. Cameron briefly glanced up from his work to see them in their fancy evening garb. "Hey, you guys look great. Where're ya goin' tonight?" "Rob and Mindy's," said his Mom. Ordinarily now that he was grown, they would have asked if he was sure he didn't want to come along, but they knew and appreciated that his finals were coming and that he needed to cram. They were proud of how diligent he was and how much he wanted to ready himself for these momentous exams. "Oh, cool," he replied. "When're you gonna be back?" "Oh, not until really late this time," said his Dad. "Maybe past midnight." "Wow," he commented. "And we're already late," added his father. "Wanna step on it, Jean?" "This is as fast as I go, Mitch, you know that," replied his mother. Cameron chuckled with a shake of the head. His parents tended to chew each other out sometimes, but all in the name of love. They made their departure. "Well, have a good one," he called to them as his Dad hurried outside. "You do the same, hon!" encouraged his 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 his Mom. Slam! The door closed, the car started, and Cameron was on his own, at least for the moment, to conquer his mountain of studying. Half an hour or so passed. By the time these thirty minutes had elapsed, he needed a short break. Nature was calling. Down went the pen, and into the bathroom he slipped. He was just about to flush when— The Babysitter (Male Version) Ding-dong! Oh, that must be Tori, he thought, giving his hands a quick rinse. If he were to be honest with himself, he was still just a little wee bit nervous, but he remained cool. He bounded back down the hall, through the living room, turned and yanked on the knob. Then he remembered that the door was still locked. Oh, yeah, he realized. Maybe I am just a little more excited and anxious than I'd like to let on. Click. He popped the now unlocked door open. The woman who stood before him outside the door was basically a mid-20s version of the girl he'd known as a child, more or less just as he remembered her, but would naturally appear dramatically different to the eyes of an 18-year-old lad than to those of a small child. It suddenly occurred to Cameron for the first time just how...gorgeous she was. He could still see the laughter in those silly smiley eyes, but now he too noticed her long dirty blonde cascades, her slim, curvaceous body, and those hot legs he always had a good look at as a kid when she sat on him and tickled him crazy, but was then too young to appreciate. He stammered just a moment and cleared his throat before finally getting some coherent words out for her. "H—...h-hey! Come on in!" She grinned cordially and familiarly at him. "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 her extraordinary beauty, so at first he 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 his 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!" she kidded him. "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." He 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 his 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 his mind. Maybe I should...maybe I should ask h—... No. No, he 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 he 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, he thought, but... Tori eventually emerged from the kitchen carrying a steaming dish. The aroma drew Cameron up from his work. "Don't gotta come and get it; it's comin' to you!" Tori announced. "OOOooh, spaghetti!" Cameron's pen dropped. In front of him 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 boy," 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 his very gynephilic mind at work, compounded by his empty stomach. Or any number of things, really. Oh, heck, he might have just been imagining things. He grabbed the fork. It barely took him 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 him from licking the dish spotless. Tori frankly wouldn't have minded in the slightest. She waited until she was sure he 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 his 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 his head a whip back and forth. "Uh...wow," he 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 his academic cramming, but try as he might, he felt himself fading. Whoa...I know Italian food can have this effect, and I know I ate a LOT, but...was it really that powerful? His eyelids abruptly felt very, very heavy. "Yup..." the familiar voice echoed in his ears, as his head slowly descended onto the books. His eyes fluttered closed. "...Juuuust hangin' out." *** May 23rd, 6:58 p.m. Cameron remembered nothing more an hour later when he finally woke back up. When he came to, his vision was blurry and he felt dizzy and disoriented. He wasn't immediately sure where he was, but he knew he would get his bearings back if he just waited a few moments. He tilted and rolled his head around his shoulders, letting the cricks in his neck pop. He went to stretch his arms. His first discovery took nary a second, and that was that he could not stretch. A further examination of his situation and the reasoning behind his inability to stretch were self-explanatory: he realized to his alarmed surprise that he could not move. He reflexively kicked and thrashed, but now felt something...tied around his wrists and ankles. Looking rapidly left to right, back and forth, as his energy began to replenish and his eyes to focus, he found himself lying on his back, arms outstretched and secured to either side of...his bed?? He felt that his legs too were bound, his feet secured to either side of the foot of the bed by the ankles, as he looked down to see... ...A sight that terrified him. He was naked. "WHAT the hell?!" he mouthed incredulously. Something was clearly very wrong here. And something told him that he should have been able to easily figure it out, that somehow the pieces of the puzzle were here for him to see, but...his mind felt still bemused by whatever had just happened to it. He couldn't pinch himself, but he was pretty certain this wasn't a dream anyway. He tried to make sense of things and recall the day's events. His mind flashed on school...coming home...studying...his parents leaving... ...Then the moment when the doorbell rang, and he 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 his disbelieving consternation, ambled through the door herself none other than his old babysitter, Tori Linton. A sneaky, smarmy smile played upon her 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 him up and down. She giggled roguishly. "In, eh...more ways than one, I see." And while Cameron did not want to—oh, how he did not want to—he did. He looked down. Sure enough, the evidence of his—apparently unconscious—excitement and arousal stood firm and undeniable. How he had failed to notice that just a moment ago assessing his clothesless state he could not say. His eyes squeezed shut as his face morphed into a cringing grimace. He flushed, despite the abundance of blood already occupying space elsewhere. He 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 he did. "Wh—what the hell?? You si—...you're insane! You're out of your mind!" Tori waved a finger, tsk'ing him. "Ah, now, now," she scolded, as if he were still his 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." She 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 him. Cameron recognized the grin on her face right now. Abruptly, it all came flooding back to him. He had no clue how he had not before realized what she was going to do. But he 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. Her cold, wicked, ominous gaze didn't move from his own eyes as she perched on the side of the bed. Cameron could swear he saw something pass before his eyes. He didn't like it. "Oh-oh-okay," he 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 him off by sliding her nails over his ribs. "AAAHH!" he 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 Cameron's chin in her hand, turned his face her way, leaned down and laid a kiss on him that seared his lips. His surprised eyes fluttered shut through the kiss and then back open to see her leering down at him. "Shut up," she sneered playfully. He nodded. "Yes, ma'am." Tori scratched him under the chin like her obedient pet. "Good boy. 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 his cheek. "Now then!" She sat back up again. "Where shall we get started, my little babysittin' buddy?" Cameron could only see that he was doomed. He thought if nothing else he should make the most of it. He smiled innocently up at her. "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 his nipple a tweak. "All right, seriously, though." Her smile darkened, and her voice intimidatingly deepened. "Where do you want it first, kiddo?" Cameron gulped. His heart began beating faster. "Um, Tori...please..." "I mean, I can clearly see one part of ya wants some attention," Tori commented, gliding her index nail up the underside of his stiff, erect dick. "This guy right here, huh?" Cameron gasped. "OH my God!" he gushed. The babysitter's voice dripped with gleeful malice as she again stroked his shaft. "Oooh...does that drive you crazy?" Cameron chortled. "Um, yes!" he nodded. "Oh, goody!" Tori vivaciously tickled his balls. Cameron tossed his 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 him 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 balls 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, he felt her let up on him, 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 man." She shook a chiding finger at him. 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, he supposed that explained it. But as he was thinking it through, her 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 his eyebrows with a subtle smirk. "...Really?" "Mmm." Tori leaned down to join their lips once more. Suddenly, Cameron's cock was very happy to see her. But as Cameron closed his eyes and began to pucker his own lips, he felt her nails get him again, this time under the arms. "PSYCH!" she shouted, viciously resuming the tickling torture. Naturally, Cameron screamed in raucous laughter. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAAA!!" he exploded as she giggled right along at him. She'd tricked him. And into thinking he 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!" His eyes pinched shut. He whirled his face back and forth, yanking and pulling on the bonds with his limbs, whatever he could do for a little relief. But it was no use. He couldn't get away. The vixen's fingernails were everywhere. They scooted from his armpits down to his sides and belly, to his hips and waistline, to his outer thighs. Then things got worse. Tori pushed him over onto his side. Laying her leg over his to hold him in position, she dug her fingers into his ass cheeks. He erupted. His voice involuntarily shot straight into falsetto range. He had no idea his tush was so wildly ticklish—and with good reason; it had never been tickled before. In a strange way, though it drove him crazy, it also highly turned him on. After a few minutes of forced screeching and shrieking, Tori decided she was finally done with the ass. So she delivered him a hearty, mock-disciplinary spank on each cheek, and the nails slid down to the backs of his thighs and his calves. Cameron was laughing so incredibly hard he felt like he was about to burst a lung. He knew he should be saving his breath, like Tori had advised, but he couldn't stop himself from frantically babbling out futile pleas of mercy. About the point she reached the knees, Tori gave him another break and let him roll over onto his 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 him. "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. His feet were as sensitive as any other part of him. But just because he had survived the torment this far didn't guarantee he could last the whole night, or however long Tori planned to test his endurance. But what Cameron didn't know was that Tori wasn't about to start on his delicate, fragile feet just yet. To his surprise, she smoothed her palm across his tummy, up over his chest, and leaned down until she was lying on her side next to him. Her hand slid up the rest of the way until she reached his cheek. Her other hand took hold on his remaining cheek, and her eyes blinked smoky seduction into his. His cock hardened back up the rest of the way again. "Aren—...uh, aren't you gonna...t—...tickle my feet?" he asked nervously. Her smirk was sultry and irresistibly hot. "I thought we'd have a, uh..." She stroked a fingertip down his nose. "...Different kind of fun right now...honey bun." Cameron's eyebrows rose high as they would go. "OH..." She nodded, coming in to seal the deal for real this time. As she leaned in further, her blonde locks pooled over his chest. He felt one of her arms slip around his neck, between the pillow under his 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 his arms and legs down, this time trying like mad to grasp the hot female body alongside him and press the two of them together as tightly as he could. Pleasure engulfed him. His dick 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 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 veins began to bulge forth in Cameron's diamond-hard cock, begging for some affection. The Babysitter (Male Version) Cameron felt Tori caress and graze his chest and slowly work her way down. He moaned, indicating how he so desired her to keep going in this direction. Her nails kept stroking him down to the belly, but before she went any further, her index fingernail jumped up on him and figure-skated a circular pattern around his bellybutton. She heard and felt him giggle through the kiss. Their lips detached. "T—hee-hee-hee!...Tori!..." She winked at him. "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." He leaned his head up, fastened his lips to hers and prayed she'd never let him go. The curly dirty blonde locks brushing over and around his face, neck and chest made Cameron feel safe and protected, and at the same time aroused and exhilarated. Oh, if only he had been able to appreciate his babysitter this much when he was a kid. Every so often he'd open his eyes to sneak a peek of Tori kissing him. So stunningly gorgeous... He hoped she took his raging erection as the compliment it was. It was much more difficult to be angry or upset at the fact that she'd knocked him out with sleeping pills and tied him up naked like this in the throes of their steamy make-out session—on the contrary; he was now intensely glad, and grateful, that she had been the one to set the wheels in motion—and the realization that he was imminently intimate with a blazing hot 25-year-old bombshell. This was certainly beyond his wildest 18-year-old dreams. He barely even noticed when Tori's hand vacated his tummy, but he did notice her take a warm, snug and cozy grip around his red, thickened dick, and begin to tenderly jerk him off. He gasped. His belly drew in and his back arched. His head tilted back, carrying hers back along with him as their lips held fast. His hands clenched into determined fists. His muscles flexed, fighting the bonds with all conjurable might. He was dying to be able to reciprocate the manual loving: to search the enchanted forest of her 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 his palms, to reach between her legs and bring her womanhood to life with his mere fingertips. How he longed to bring her such divine sensations as she was bringing him. Wave after wave of hot magic rode over him as her skilled hand did its work. Pre-come oozed and bubbled from his dick, leaking down the sides, providing her with lubrication to ease her task. Performing the masturbation on him 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 his head yes. Hell, yes, in fact. Tori slipped her nipples into his mouth one at a time as she continued stroking and jacking him all the time, and nuzzled, kissed and nibbled at his cheek, his ear, his jaw, while his mouth was busy. He closed each tasty nipple between his 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 his words couldn't be made out, he thought. His old babysitter probably would not approve of the muffled language he was currently using, but given the circumstances, he thought she would forgive him. Tori's hand pumped harder and faster on his aching, pulsating dick. 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 pussy told her that was all right. It was already delightfully tingling at the knowledge that she was in bed with Cameron, jerking him off, pecking and nipping at him, with her tit in his mouth. Her tit fell out of his mouth. "OH!" he exclaimed, heaving a well-needed breath. The wet breast plopped to his own chest, now glistening in the light. "Y'okay, babe?" asked Tori as she kept jerking. He nodded vigorously. "Way better than okay," he exhaled, pecking her rosy cheek. She grinned back at him. "That's my boy," 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 stroking Cameron's now nearly purple cock, and it wouldn't be able to withstand the sensations much longer. Meanwhile, Tori's swollen cunt was soaking her panties through and through, in desperate need of some undivided attention itself. Cameron began to lurch and groan through the kisses as he neared his impending climax brought on from Tori's adept hand. His toes stretched as far apart from one another as they would go, and his limbs flailed to the extent their restraints allowed. His balls tightened up. His dick began rumbling like a volcano in her grip. Tori unleashed him from the kiss and smiled triumphantly. "I can feel it coming," she declared. "It's coming, isn't it?" He nodded, just before his face convulsed into forced delirium and he began to scream. As beautiful and sumptuous as was the sight of his face in this exquisite state, Tori had to turn in the direction of his crotch to watch the fireworks show. Cameron went on longingly tugging the ties on his wrists and ankles as the orgasm was sucked from him and his come exploded out of his dick. Even if he'd wanted to stop it, there was nothing he could do. And he liked that. "Oh, YES!" Tori rejoiced, kissing his chest as she saw him begin to ejaculate. "Good boy, honey! Shoot it for me!" "AAAHH! AAAHH! AAAHH! AAAAAAAHHH! AAAAAAAHHH!!" he cried helplessly and ecstatically as the orgasm electrified him head to toe. Spurt after spurt propelled from his balls up and through, flying in all directions. Tori verbally encouraged him along. "That's it, babe," she hollered over his screams. "'Atta boy. Good boy. 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 him. He was going to have a hard time intelligibly comprehending anything for a while. In fact, he was fading off behind the wall of sleep—again. His eyes fluttered closed once more and his head fell and drooped to the side on his pillow. Tori smiled warmly, dotting his sweaty flesh with a series of sweet kisses. She wiped most of Cameron's come from her hand on his belly and licked off the rest. She let herself down on her back beside him, using his 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 dick. She rolled over onto her side, hand in pussy, and breathed in Cameron's hot masculine scent. She squeezed her hands between her damp thighs and gently sank her teeth into the side of Cameron's chest. Oh, his 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 his torso, leaving a drool-stained mouth-shaped chest hickey. Her eyes wandered to his now limp penis lying lifelessly flat on his belly. She imagined it was stiff again, veiny, bulging and beet-red. She remembered the way it felt hard as a rock in her palm and fantasized about it penetrating any number of other vulnerable spots on her. She shifted position and laid her head on his chest, trying to listen to his 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 him 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 his thigh with her trembling gams. She didn't want him to wake up before she was ready for him 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, she leaned over him 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 his shoulder a jostle. He awakened. "Hm?..." She smiled with her wink. "Hi there, angel-face." Cameron blinked blankly at her a moment before his bearings came back. "Oh, hel-lo there," he grinned back. She nodded, matter-of-factly patting his 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." His eyebrows arched. "...Huh?" Tori exhaled on her nails and shined them up on her top. "Ehhh...why not?" Tori smiled innocuously at him. "'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 him sweat. "If memory serves, kiddo...I believe I said... "'Silly, I haven't even gotten to your feet yet.'" She waggled her eyebrows at him provocatively. Cameron's face clouded over, unsurprisingly, half with terror and half with dismay. His toes reflexively curled over each other, feeling the instinctive need to wrinkle up and desensitize the soles. Her eyebrows tilted down as she gazed at him, 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 him, 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, mister," Tori chided. "You're a fully grown eighteen-year-old man! A quite impressive and polished eighteen-year-old man with a beautiful rockin' love missile 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 man, I can't let this opportunity go by." "Oh, but...but, Tori—!" "Don't worry, dollface. You just came like a friggin' lawn sprinkler, I can see you're recovering from that, 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 his 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 woman had a phenomenal sense of humor. "Aaaaaand these little piggies..." She paused, holding on to his pinky toes for several moments. Cameron cringed, bracing himself. But as he held the cringing brace second after second after agonizing second...nothing happened. He very slowly and cautiously opened one eye, then the other. He was about to raise his head, lean down and ask if she 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 his pinky toes as her fingers jumped down and her horrific nails raked torturous patterns all over his soles. She shouted the last part to be heard over his 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. She always managed to get the best of him, 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 his feet, Tori at last stopped and set him free. "Allllll right, babe," she announced, standing, and letting him out of the bonds she'd pinned him to his bed with. "All done." Cameron threw out hastened wheezes of breath, gradually catching up with it again. Freaking FINALLY, he thought. He took a well-needed bathroom break, cleaned himself up, found his clothes and redressed. When he came back out, Tori was waiting for him in the living room, sitting in the same seat she'd assumed as he 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. She saw him 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. He didn't feel much like studying right now. "Oh, well, as a matter of fact, I thought we might find a movie to watch," he 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, he patted the carpet beside him. "Torrrrrriii...would you please come sit over here with me?" he 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 her around the middle, digging his 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 him. She didn't exactly have the weight advantage anymore, and so once Cameron had seized the upper hand, he did just as she used to do to him, crawled up and sat on her, wreaking sweet, delicious revenge. She tried to fight him back, but he was now too fueled from his history of being playfully tortured by her to let up. Eventually, it was at last he who had her begging and pleading for mercy. It was such a wonderful sound and a palatably powerful feeling. Now he understood why she'd never shown him 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 he be able to possibly set aside a day or two during the summer and come out and stop by her place? Would she even be interested in seeing him 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 son and his 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." The Babysitter (Male Version) "Oh, Tori, of course!" said Jean as they headed to their bedroom. "You're always welcome here, you know that." Cameron pushed himself up along with her. "Oh, Tori, let me walk you out to your car," he 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 his throat. He slipped his hand into Tori's and linked their fingers. "So, um...ahem," he said. "I, eh...I hope our paths will cross again at some point." "Oh, you can count on it," she 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 him. Cameron felt a balloon of happy goodness inflate inside him. So she liked him 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 his. "...If you know what I mean." Wow, thought Cameron. She really liked him even more than he'd thought. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea," he agreed. She took both of his 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 him. "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 his legs. "...effect I had on ya tonight, I realize that'll be kinda...hard," she giggled, "But I know you can do it. Do it for me." She brought her lips to his for a final good night kiss. It felt so good his heart swooned. He opened his eyes and swept her into his arms. Their noses nuzzled and their cheeks grazed. "Consider it a bonafide guarantee," he whispered. "'At's my boy," she whispered back. He waved goodbye as she got into her car, started the ignition, blew him a kiss, and pulled away. A ping of sadness hit him as she left his line of vision. He knew absence made the heart grow fonder, but right about now it was making his pout. He turned to go back inside. He had every intention of keeping his promise to her, and his studying would resume...first thing the next morning. After this hell of an evening, he was a little too wiped to do any more studying tonight. Besides, one thing Cameron always knew about himself was that he hated rules, and whenever anyone specifically told him not to do something, he of course had to go and do it. And now that Tori'd advised him not to think about her too much... ...That was all he wanted to do.