Nothing unusual about two girls wanting to sleep in the rec room on the floor in their sleeping bags with pillows and blankets. The two had known each other for nearly ten years. However, Holly was thirty-two, and Lennon…eighteen. Holly had been Lennon’s babysitter when she eight.
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Married right out of college, no kids and no job Holly was the perfect choice as a babysitter for the neighborhood. She sat for Lennon a lot and in that time, she became attached to Holly and still liked to hang out with her even though she is eighteen and about to head off to college in the fall. When she was younger, she like to stay over when Holly’s husband was out of town, which he still is. It still drives her husband crazy but at least she has company when he is away.
That last sleepover disturbed Holly. Thinking about how much it seemed like seduction. She hoped Lennon didn’t feel the same way. That sleepover was the first time these thoughts occurred. Holly was nearly asleep when Lennon woke her and said was scared and couldn’t sleep. Lennon scooted closer so they now shared the same pillow. Lennon then turned her body snuggled up next to Holly, grabbed her arm and slid it around her body, wordlessly instructing Holly to wrap her arm around Lennon. And they slept like that the rest of the night.
About a month later Holly’s husband was again out of town and Holly didn’t tell Lennon. That first night, in bed watching a movie, Holly heard a tapping on her balcony window. She walked over and pulled the curtains. On the other side of the glass stood Lennon, and Holly let her in. Lennon smiled, a naughty intent in her eyes. Holly tried to divert their attention back the movie when a very romantic scenes in this show came on. Holly turned to her Lennon…and Lennon kissed her. Her hand was on Holly’s cheek, and were her breasts were pressed against Holly’s?
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