As usual, I do not own TVD or whatever I'm supposed to say. I kind of forgot. HEHE. That's what happens when you've been away as long as I have.

It's been a while, huh. 3 years? Hmm. I've had this story for quite some time, just never got around to it. But here you go. I hope you enjoy it. Make sure to let me know =)

Elena:

"You have got to be kidding me!" I yelled across the room.

"No, I'm not! Now listen to me!" Jenna screamed back.

"Your babysitter will be coming in less than twenty minutes. However, I have to leave with Alaric for our honeymoon."

"For God's sake, Jenna. I'm almost nineteen years old!" I shouted.

"Yeah, you are and yet you managed to almost ruin my wedding. You were too busy getting drunk to notice the fire on the tablecloth."

I paused, thinking of some way to reply. "Jenna, I'm sorry. I already said I was sorry. I didn't mean to bring trouble."

Jenna lowered her voice and laid a hand on my shoulder. "I know you didn't mean to but I'm not going to risk it. I promised your parents your safety and two weeks without both Jeremy and me is just too much to risk. I need to know you're safe." She placed a kiss on my forehead before reaching for the door.

"Jenna, I hope you have fun," I replied with a slight smile.

"I will. Listen to Damon, alright," she responded before shutting the door behind her.

My thoughts swirled. Damon? Damon Salvatore. No, of course not. He wouldn't be my babysitter. Jenna isn't that cruel.

"Wait, Jenna!" I screamed for her, but I was too late.

Ten minutes had passed when I heard the doorbell.

"Coming," I yelled from the kitchen.

I ran towards the door with a glass of water in my hand. I unlocked the three deadbolts, opened the door, and felt my hand slip. The glass came crashing to the floor causing an explosion of glass shards and a puddle of water.

Damon Salvatore stood before me. His five foot ten stature, smoldering gaze, and sly smirk was the same. His hair still looked as if he just woke up and yet he managed to work it. A five o'clock shadow may make other men look older and less appealing but it made his jawline more prominent and emphasized his eyes and smile. His charm just radiated. Plus, it seems he's managed to become even more alluring, if that's even possible.

Dark charcoal jeans, simple white tee, and a jet-black leather jacket hugged his built structure. It's amazing how he could easily pull off such a simple outfit.

I stuttered, trying to find the right words to say. I looked at him, then back at the vision on the floor. Oh God, what did I just do? I'm so lame. Way to make an impression. Crap. Do I greet him or do I clean the floor?

He leaned on his knees, exposing a preview of his chest. Damon started to gather the shards gently into his hands. His face showed an expression of worry. I mimicked his movements and began to collect the pieces.

"I…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drop it," I stumbled through my words.

He let out a soft chuckle. "No need to apologize. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied without making eye contact.

I stood up and went to the kitchen to thrown away the shards I had picked up. I grabbed a towel and hand vacuum for the spill and invisible pieces.

We sat on the kitchen table, trying to discuss the situation. I tried to focus on his words, but couldn't. His slightest movements had my heart pounding.

He'd give a delicate smile each time he finished his sentences. He'd look at me with those ocean-colored eyes. He'd lick his pink lips before speaking and have my mind swirl with indecent thoughts.

I thought of feeling his tongue playing with mine, his slight grin appearing as he's on top of me, and his deep gaze locking on mine as we become one. My thoughts travelled to fantasyland.

"Jenna thought you needed a supervisor, and I guess that's me." I snapped back to reality as he continued the conversations.

"Do you think I need one?" I asked as bait.

"Well, not exactly but from the scene at the reception, I might be wrong."

His reply caused the hope I felt to sink. "Oh," was all I could mutter.

The reception last week was horrible. I was enormously happy for Jenna and Alaric but the reception had ruined my mood. I was filled with envy and anger after seeing Damon surrounded by girls. I had hoped to have a dance with him and maybe even take my chance, but the women were all over him that night. I couldn't do anything.

All the women around him were his age and there I was, a teenager who was eight years younger. I was nothing but a child to him. His best friend's somewhat step-child. I thought if I'd drink, it'd help him see me as an adult, or at least drown my sorrows but instead I ruined part of Jenna's happiest day and embarrassed myself while I was at it.

He must have felt the disappointment in my voice because he gave me a reassuring look. "Don't worry, I'm not some strict parent who has their kids home by 6. I just need you to know the consequences of your action and to try to be more careful."

"Does that mean I can go to the party tomorrow night?" I asked with a glimpse of hope.

"No, actually, it doesn't." I slumped back onto my chair as he crushed my hopes.

"Why not?" I asked like a brat.

"Because you might just end up drunk once again," he reasoned.

"I won't. Something just pissed me off that night!"

"And what was that?"

I didn't have the guts to tell him he was the reason. Seeing him with other girls had my blood boiling and drinking was the only way I could think of. "Never mind," I retreated.

Of all people, Jenna had to choose Damon! She really wants me to behave, if she was persistent enough to assign Damon to me. I walked into my room and closed the door behind me, but before I went for my bed I noticed a post-it note on my door.

Happy early birthday. Have FUN with Damon but behave! –Jenna

I scoffed. Jenna didn't get Damon here to babysit me; she wanted me to take this opportunity to finally get his attention and I fully intend to do so.

The first day with him was torturous. I couldn't help but try to attract him. First, I used my slim figure and used my cute pajama shorts and a black tank top that showed just enough cleavage to have a boy begging for me. When he spotted me in my attire, he took no notice and ignored me. I flaunted my back and chest, but he didn't even give me a second glance.

What's made matters worse was his effect on me. Instead of me attracting him, he attracted me. I notices his every move and couldn't stop thinking of him.

During dinner, we simply ate his home cooked meal as we watched TV. I hadn't noticed what were watching because all I paid attention to was him. He was dressed in his black muscle shirt and comfy sweats. His shirt, exposing all the bumps and curves of his chest, hugged his bulging muscles.

I tried to inch my knee closer to his but when I was finally able to, he stood up and retreated to put his plate on the sink. I followed him, trying to get another feel of him. As I placed my plate into the sink, I caressed his arm with mine.

When I did he moved again. I knew I couldn't have him. He was far out my league.

I left for my room and my thoughts were filled with a replay of the day. Images of his slight smile, his exposed skin, and his hard body were stuck in my head. I felt myself dampen at the thought. My panties began to slicken in my excitement.

I closed my eyes as I slipped a hand beneath the silky shorts. I inserted my finger into my slippery self. I imagined Damon. I slipped out of my shorts and let my mind go wild. He slowly licked his bottom lip before biting it. A cocky smirk curled onto his face.

I began to get wetter and wetter. Just the thought of him could make me climax. I arched my back and took myself deeper. I bit my lip to prevent any loud sounds to escape. As the images became hotter so did I. I had to release my orgasm and my moans.

Damon:

Elena brushed her skin against mine and caused sweet shivers all over my body. I had to retreat before she saw the bulge in my pants.

What was she thinking wearing the shortest shorts a girl can ever own and a black tank top that had me hard just at the glimpse of it. As soon as I saw her, I had to avert my eyes to prevent my already hard cock to become harder. I didn't dare take a chance and catch a second glimpse because I knew I would take her right then and there.

As soon as she left the kitchen, I felt the urge to follow her without knowing a thing to say. I stood by the slightly open door, trying to think of an excuse to talk and see her again. But my thoughts clouded as soon as I heard moans.

I peered into the door and saw her. Her eyes were closed, her back arched, and her shorts gone. I saw her hand moving as her fingers teased her. Her nipples poked out of her shirt and it almost spilled out of the fabric.

The bulge in my pants grew and hardened. Her moans did me no justice. Imagining her screaming under me popped into my mind and that did it. I had to release the wild animal in my pants.

I loosened my pants and released the hard length. I stroked it as I continued watching her pleasure herself. Her moans and each movement made me harder and harder. My dick was slick with cum. I had to leave before I was discovered.

I quietly ran to the guest room and finished what I had started. I caressed my cock and visualized the scene I had seen only moments ago.

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I will continue this depending on the reviews. I really hope you enjoyed it.