Babysitter's Beaver
Copyright© 2026 by Sable Sloane
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Connie, a college student, embarks on a series of sexual adventures.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Fiction Group Sex First Oral Sex
Connie Martin had no idea how far things were going to go when she slipped into the passenger side of Paul Bently’s Mustang. The nineteen-year-old college freshman smoothed her blonde hair away from her pretty face and used the rear mirror to apply fresh lipstick while she waited for her date to join her. She could still hear the music from the party going at full blast inside the house at the end of the drive. It had been a fun evening, and she hadn’t been anxious to leave early, but the Hudds—the people Connie was boarding with—had given her an eleven o’clock curfew in accordance with her parents’ instructions, and it was almost that time now.
Presently, Paul came out of the front door, hurried across the lawn, and positioned his wiry frame behind the steering wheel. Being a sophomore, he was a year older than Connie, tall and lean with black, wavy hair and a dimpled chin. With the confidence of a stud on the make, he started the engine and backed into the street.
“You want to catch a cup of coffee before I drop you off?” he offered after they had driven along in silence for several moments.
Connie shook her head, letting her shoulder-length hair ripple about her shoulders. “I’d love to, but I’m going to be late as it is.” She hated saying no to Paul, but the Hudds had been very exact about her curfew.
“Chaperoned party, leaving when things are just getting interesting and not even willing to go for a quick coffee,” the dark-haired youth grumbled. He flipped on the heater, and soon the car was toasty warm. “I’m beginning to wonder why you consented to go out with me in the first place. Maybe there’s no chemistry between us.”
“That’s not true,” Connie purred, sliding over to the center of the seat and placing her hand on the thigh of the lanky youth. Paul was vice-president of his class, star of the basketball team, and one of the most popular kids on campus. He had been striking up conversations with her on the slightest pretext since the beginning of the term. And though he’d asked before, this was the first time Connie had agreed to go out with him. Her shyness and the newness of her first year away from home made her appear more inhibited than she was. Though inexperienced in the ways of the world, Connie was eager to do anything she could to please her date.
As the Mustang rounded a corner, Paul let his eyes drop to his inside thigh where he could see the whiteness of Connie’s hand in the glimmer of the street lamps. Her warm palm gave promise that the evening wouldn’t be a total bust. “Then I take it you like me?”
“You have to ask?” she cooed, moving her hand closer to his crotch. “I know this is a little forward, but I can’t believe I’m really here with you. There isn’t a girl on campus who wouldn’t give her eye teeth to trade places with me.”
“But I wanted you,” Paul replied in a sedate tone laced with mounting passion. He leveled his gaze on Connie’s comely features for a moment, then turned back to the street. The blonde was easily one of the most attractive girls he had ever beheld. She had large green eyes, soft creamy skin, and full red lips. He suspected even without makeup she was a knockout. And beneath her cloth coat and party frock was a fantastic body: a petite frame with voluptuous breasts and willowy hips. He knew he wasn’t the only college student trying to put moves on her, but so far he had succeeded where the others had failed ... and he was hoping to go even further.
Connie squeezed his Kg and moved her hand up farther, loving the way his sinewy flesh muscled beneath his slacks. She hadn’t meant to imply anything other than friendliness by her gesture. For her, laying her hand near his lap was like latching onto a guy’s arm. Her knuckles were all but touching the base of Paul’s fly where a steady motion was inflating the length of his zipper. She noticed the shadowy surge but didn’t relate to what was causing the disturbance. “That’s nice to hear.”
“Couldn’t you tell how I felt?” he asked as his voice thickened with lust. All evening long he had stayed close to the small blonde, keeping his arm wrapped around her tiny waist and trying to be as entertaining as he could. He had even managed to kiss her twice, once on the neck while they were dancing, and later on the lips when he was helping her on with her coat.
“I wasn’t sure.”
Paul cleared his throat, then decided to go for broke. “Just having you near me like this is giving me a hardon.” He humped his pelvis forward, making the protrusion in his pants bump against the back of her wrist.
Connie’s face blushed scarlet, but she kept her hand where it was. “Is that how you decide if you like a girl ... if she gives you ... a hardon?”
Keeping his grip on the wheel, Paul answered, “Not every girl I date gets me this excited without doing anything. You don’t have to take my word for it. Check out my pecker for yourself.”
Still blushing, Connie let her eyes rest on the bugle in the front of Paul’s slacks. The thick roll of flesh reached all the way to his waistband and was making his fly quiver. She didn’t understand her excitement, but she could almost feel the heat of his hidden ramrod. “I don’t think I can do that,” she replied in a throaty whisper. There was little or no conviction in her tone.
Paul pretended to be affronted by Connie’s reluctance to explore what he had waiting for her in his trousers. “Why not? You think there’s something wrong with my cock?”
Connie shook her head and gulped, still keeping her hand pressed into his thigh. She never dreamed that dating Paul Bently would lead to a confrontation like this. “It’s just that I’ve never ... you know ... experimented with anything like that.”
Paul’s handsome features screwed up into a frown as he shot her a bewildered look. “You mean you’re a virgin?”
Connie nodded, almost ashamed that she still had her hymen intact.
“This can’t be your first date.”
“No, it’s not, but I never got past holding hands and a little heavy petting,” Connie confessed.
“Weren’t you ever curious about what a guy had in his pants? I can’t be the first boy you’ve turned on. You’re just too gorgeous to pass up.”
Since she didn’t know how to handle it, Connie let the compliment pass. “My parents were very strict with me, and I seldom had the chance to be alone with a date.”
“So what you’re trying to tell me is that you’ve never even seen a guy naked or his cock and balls out in the open?”
Paul quizzed, pressing the point.
Connie shook her head again.
“Would you like to see mine?”
A wanton thrill shivered down Connie’s spine, and she felt something dampening the crotch of her panties. Her mind was in a tizzy, having been brought up to say no to such an invitation but deep inside wanting to relent. She wasn’t aware of the car moving along the side streets toward the Hudd’s house, the lateness of the hour, or anything except that Paul was sitting next to her waiting to reveal his manhood. She tried to answer, but her words got caught in her throat.
“Go ahead,” Paul encouraged when he saw the conflict on the little blonde’s face. “Just pull my zipper down and take my dick out. It won’t bite you.”
“You mean, here in the car while we’re driving?”
“Sure. Who’s going to see?”
Connie knew Paul was right. Even with the street lights streaking by at odd intervals, their features were swaddled in shadows most of the time. With trembling fingers, she found the tab to Paul’s zipper and unreeled it. When her hand crept into his open fly, she felt the softness of his underpants and the firm roll of flesh tenting them out. The cum tube on the underbelly of his fat shaft seemed to quicken its pulse at the onset of her touch, and below that meaty fuck pole she could sense the sponginess of his large cum-filled testicles.
“That’s nice,” Paul murmured as her fingers closed around the girth of his boner through his underpants and moved delicately up and down.
“It’s so big and hard!” Connie exclaimed as her hand grew bolder.
“You’re making it that way, baby,” Paul chuckled. “Now pull it out.”
Connie tried to pry Paul’s stiff dick out into the open, but the handsome youth was too well hung and too rigid. “I can’t,” she complained, sounding like a disappointed child. She had lost most of her inhibitions and was dying to witness his throbbing manhood in all of its horny glory. Through the slit in his briefs, she felt his bare flesh, and that made her all the more excited.