A/N: Quick little update note, this chapter is probably skirting the line between T and M-Rating, so as such, it should be treated as M-Rated, just so my bases are covered. Hope everyone enjoys! :3
"Wh-What are you t-talking about? What y-you do have? Timmy stammered out nervously, his voice momentarily catching in his throat and cracking as a result.
"Why don't you let me show you...?" The red-head replied in a low, husky tone of voice as she grinned down at the teen and bit her lower lip in anticipation.
With his babysitter so close, the brunet found his sense of smell completely assaulted by an oddly familiar scent, a scent of almost too-sweet apples that brought images of entire orchards to mind thanks to how strong it was. The saccharine scent flooded his nostrils, and instantly reminded him of a certain raven-haired girl who used to crush on him. "Did... Did you use Tootie's perfume or something?" He managed to gasp out desperately as the older girl started to sink towards him, bringing her descent to a sudden halt.
"Body wash, actually. Maybe if you're good, I'll let you see if it tastes as sweet as it smells...!" Vicky remarked sultrily, punctuating her sentence by pulling her right arm up a little, which, due to being snaked around Timmy's lower back; caused his lower abdomen to be pressed flush against hers, the teen's cheeks visibly reddening in response.
"Agh..." Another gasp escaped the brunet as he brought his hands up between himself and Vicky, settling them both on either of her shoulders. "V-Vicky, I don't think... Thi-This isn't a good idea!" He exclaimed in protest, though not all of his anatomy was in agreement with him. Much to his chagrin, he could already feel a faint, unmistakeable tingle in his lower gut, just below his navel, and just above his privates. Even if he didn't know what to make of his babysitter's apparent new found attraction to him, the less rational, hormonally-driven part of him most certainly did, and had already begun to send blood to the appropriate area of his body.
"Probably not." The girl agreed, though her charge's attempts to stop her proved ineffective, as she simply pressed herself harder against his hands, forcing them down as her head sank toward his right ear, her mouth stopping mere centimeters from it. "But stick around, I think you'll find I'm full of bad ideas..." She whispered, making Timmy shudder as her warm breath ghosted over his ear.
"B-But my p-parents might come home... If th-they see you-... Us, like this..." Again, Timmy attempted to talk some sense into the twenty year old, despite not having the slightest idea when his parents would be home. Even if they did come home early, he wasn't entirely convinced they wouldn't just play finding him and Vicky like this off as the two of them 'wrestling' or something.
"Your parents have never once come home before six, Timmy... We've got more than enough time to enjoy ourselves..." Vicky again spoke in a quiet, soothing tone in her charge's ear, but quickly took things a step further by pressing her lips to the edge of his jawline, just a little below his ear. This one kiss was soon followed by another, and then another as she planted a slow trail of pecks along his jawline, each one lingering ever so slightly more than the last.
"S-Sto..." The fourteen year old caught himself, feeling more conflicted at this very moment than he ever had in his entire life. He knew he needed to tell the girl to stop, he needed to go back upstairs to Cosmo and Wanda and figure out how to break the spell on his babysitter, a spell he was now positive to be Cupid's doing, as everything fit: the fact that it was Valentine's day, Vicky's sudden mood shift, and of course, the heart-shaped mark on her butt, an area of her body that it would normally go completely unnoticed on, were it not for his magic-detecting glasses.
And yet, as much as he knew he needed to stop the girl, some part of him-likely the same part that was steadily growing more aroused with each affectionate little kiss or caress from the twenty year old-prevented him from telling her to stop outright, the words dying in his throat and falling silent before he could properly speak them.
The cloyingly sweet scent of the body wash certainly played a factor in clouding his already less than sound judgment, but the feverish way his babysitter held him, touched him, kissed him... It all made it very difficult to think logically, let alone voice anything resembling a protest of her actions. "M-Maybe I should just... Go with it. J-Just a little..." The fourteen year old thought to himself as he stopped applying pressure to Vicky's shoulders and relaxed his grip, his hands sliding down to merely grasp the sides of her shoulders, rather than the fronts of them. "Th-There, not so bad... It feels kind of nice to hold-" "Mm...?" He was snapped back to reality by a pair of lips on his, and they felt far softer than he would've expected them to, considering just whose lips they were. They even tasted a tiny bit like the pink lemonade Vicky so loved to drink, though that might have been his imagination. "Mm-Mmph..." He again applied a bit of pressure to the girl's shoulders and pushed, abruptly bringing the kiss to an end as the two separated with a barely audible smacking sound. "V-Vicky, you can't- That was my f-first real kiss!" The teen exclaimed in shock, unsure as to whether or not he should even count it, considering the red-head was now acting very much like how her younger sister used to.
He'd never really counted the kisses from Tootie as real when he was younger, as they were basically forced on him, not unlike the kiss he'd just received from Vicky, though, he hadn't exactly put up much of an effort to stop her, either.
"Oh yeah? Hehehe! So that's the one you're gonna count as your 'first'?" Vicky shot him a sly, red-faced smile as she licked her lips, already preparing to dip back down and steal another kiss from her charge.
"W-Well, the first one I didn't hate..." The fourteen year old admitted sheepishly, still noticing a faint tingling sensation that lingered on his lips from his babysitter's kiss. "B-But we really need to stop, Vicky! This... This isn't you! I... I think I might be able to help, but I need to go and..." Timmy trailed off, at a loss for what he could possibly say. He assumed Cosmo and Wanda might know what to do, but without a convincing enough excuse, what hope did he have of getting away from the twenty year old? He knew she was faster than him, and she'd made it perfectly clear that she was stronger too, so even getting out from under her could prove to be an insurmountable challenge.
"I think you're giving me all the help I need staying right where you are..." The girl slipped her right arm out from underneath the teen and brought it up to his brown locks, before gently plucking his glasses out of his hair and reaching over to set them down on the coffee table in front of the couch. "But a little more enthusiasm on your part would definitely go a long way, Timmy..." Her right hand returned, this time to give the teen's cheek a tender caress.
And despite his earlier protests, Timmy couldn't help but lean into her touch, the girl's soft, cool hand feeling heavenly against his hot, blushing cheek. "We... We really shouldn't though..." He released her right shoulder, bringing his left hand up to his cheek to nervously lay it over her right, his arm somewhat coiling around hers due to their positions. "I don't know why you're suddenly acting like this, but... But Vicky, if I know this isn't you, then you have to know this isn't you! This... Can't you see how you're acting?"
"Ngh..." Vicky slowly lowered herself down, her forehead lightly colliding with Timmy's. "Why do you have to be so... So stubborn? Of course I see it, Timmy." Her smile dropped a little, the confident, hungry look in her eyes fading slightly. "I know this is... Probably so far beyond weird for you, considering... How I usually act..." The red-head admitted with a sigh, her tone sounding genuinely apologetic. "But... I can't really help it, either. I dunno what it is about today, but I can barely think straight when you're around, and even when you're not, I just can't stop thinking about you in some way! I know you probably think I'm awful for how I've treated you over the years, but... But I can make it up to you, somehow! Or... Or I can at least try to..."
The confused, desperate expression on Timmy's face softened as his babysitter nearly pleaded with him, her own desperation making him want to forgive her then and there, despite how downright mean and unpleasant she normally was to him. While he was almost positive that he hadn't caused this situation, the fact that she was practically enamored with him showed that he still played a significant role, with the little heart-shaped mark on her butt evidently turning him into a target for the older girl.
In truth, he felt a little guilty, seeing her act like this. She knew she was acting strange, just as much as he did, and yet she was incapable of stopping herself, the spell cast by the 'God of Love', as Cupid liked to refer to himself; seemingly erasing her self control.
He couldn't help but wonder if the times he'd wished for Vicky to be nice had been the same for her then, as well. Had she been aware of how she was acting every time? Was magic that made you act different always like this? Essentially brainwashing you into acting a certain way, but you remain conscious of it the entire time, unable to stop yourself, no matter how much you want to? It was a scary thought, and one he'd been too naïve and young to even consider when he was ten.
"You... Hah..." He sighed and glanced away from the girl evasively, causing her to pull her head back a few inches, though her gaze never left his face. "You don't have to m-make anything up to me, Vicky... It's not even really about how you usually t-treat me, I just... I don't have any idea how I feel about you, and here you are, on top of me, touching me and kissing me and... And it's all just h-happening so fast..." He at last turned his head to face his babysitter again, his thumb slowly dragging itself across the knuckles of her right hand. "This is a terrible idea, but... If it makes her happy... I just have to make sure we don't go too far..." Timmy thought to himself as his heart rate slowed to a calmer, but still fairly erratic pace. There was no questioning he felt guilty even thinking about what he was about to say, but with a little luck, he figured he might be able to placate the older girl's want for him, and then slip away to figure out how to break the spell on her, whenever the chance afforded itself. "D-Do you really want thi-... Me? I m-mean, I'm only fourteen, and... And well, me. The... Twerp, remember?"
The twenty year old sank down once again, her forehead butting against Timmy's as she released a mildly frustrated-sounding huff of air through her nose. "Let me try and make this clear for you." Vicky slipped her right hand out of Timmy's left and reached down for his other hand, still lightly gripping her left shoulder. With a little caress, she coaxed it off her shoulder and grabbed it by the wrist, then guided the hand toward her chest before forcing the open palm onto her left breast, at which point she pressed the teen's hand against it, a low, barely audible gasp escaping her at the contact.
"Um! Wh-What are-?! V-Vicky? A-Are you sure you want me t-touching you... There...?" Timmy temporarily developed a full-blown stutter as his hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, curled its fingers inward to grasp Vicky's modestly-sized left breast, the mound of flesh soft and pleasant to the touch, while seemingly being a perfect fit for his hand.
"Just shut up for a second. You feel that?" The red-head asked quietly, only for a loud, bloodcurdling scream to reverberate off the walls of the living room. "Of all the times..." She glanced to her right and released Timmy's hand, then reached over to the coffee table again, this time to grab the remote and angrily press in the power button as far as it would go, shutting off the TV. "Okay, how about now?"
The teen concentrated now that the living room was silent, save for his and Vicky's quiet breaths for air, while his cheeks still blushed a bright pink that rivaled the color of his shirt. It wasn't quite loud enough to hear, but with his hand settled on the girl's chest, he could feel her heart pounding at an obviously quickened pace, despite her not being particularly active, at the moment. "Your... Heart is beating... Pretty fast, actually. Is it... Because of me? Is that what you wanted me to feel?"
"Well I can tell from your grip it's not the only thing you want to feel..." Vicky smirked down at her charge, causing him to quickly pull his hand away as though he'd been burned.
"Ah! S-Sorry! It just... F-Felt like the... The right thing to do. Didn't mean to hold it-Er... Not for so long, anyway..." Timmy stammered out nervously, scarcely able to believe he was still alive after having just fondled the girl's chest. "Ehehe... Th-That's another first for me, actually..."
"I'm sure it was..." The husky tone in Vicky's voice returned, the fingers of her right hand moving down to lightly tickle his left wrist, before dancing their way up Timmy's forearm, the light, gentle contact making his skin break out with goosebumps. "With the way I've been feeling today, I bet we could squeeze in a few other 'firsts' too..."
Timmy felt a little twitch in his privates at his babysitter's words. There was just something about the sound of her voice, the inflection in her tone, that instantly told him just how far the red-head was willing to take things today, and it was likely that all she required on his part was for him to ask. "O-Okay, I know that whatever is making y-you act like this is making you l-like me too, but... Are you... Saying what I think you're saying?"
"Mm..." The girl hummed sensually as her forehead slipped off Timmy's, and she sank down to position her mouth next to his ear again. "Is that what you want it to mean, Lover...?"
The fourteen year old shuddered, both at the girl's warm breath on his ear, and at her soft, lustful whisper. "Ngh..." He moaned unintentionally, realizing his jeans suddenly felt a lot tighter. "The 'God of Love' has got some serious explaining to do... If I can even get myself out of this..." Timmy thought to himself, his resolve to not give in to his babysitter's affections waning with every passing moment.
When he was younger, his godparents had always told him it was Cupid's job to spread love all over the world, he was the one fairy who apparently could affect all forms of love, even the so-called 'true' love that Cosmo and Wanda's magic apparently had no way to affect or meddle with. And while Timmy was still fairly young, and thus unversed in the finer distinctions between like, love, and lust, he was beginning to wonder if his godparents had, because of his age at the time; left out important parts of just what Cupid's magic could do. Not only was Vicky acting head over heels for him, she was offering, in no uncertain terms; sex! "Or it certainly seems like she is, anyway..." "Th-That... Is a seriously bad idea, Vicky. I don't- I've never done... W-Wouldn't you rather do... That with someone... Closer to your age? And more experienced? And... Not me?" He knew he was fighting a losing battle against his own body's urges, but he honestly didn't know if he even liked Vicky like that. Sure she was attractive... He even considered her to be rather pretty; but she could also be pretty damned unpleasant, and loved to tease him to boot. Last but not least, she was clearly not in the right frame of mind thanks to whatever Cupid had done to her, so as loving and affectionate as she was being, it just didn't sit right with the brunet to just... 'Go with it' and give in to the girl's(and his own) desires.
"Nnh..." Vicky hummed a low moan into her charge's ear, delighting at the way he squirmed and fidgeted underneath her. "Didn't I already tell you I'm full of bad ideas, Timmy?" She repositioned herself over the fourteen year old and stared down at him again. "First off, much like how I wouldn't have kissed you just now if I didn't want to, I wouldn't have made you the offer if I didn't want it to be you; second... Ever heard the expression, 'learn by doing'? Funny as it may sound in this context, it still applies... And I'll be a very understanding teacher...!" She whispered out, punctuating the end of her sentence with a wink. "Finally, your age? The heck should that matter to me? Ten, fourteen, twenty... You're still my Twerp, and just so you know? I can tell this is turning you on..." The girl pushed herself up with both arms and pressed her lower abdomen against Timmy's, then grinded her crotch against the noticeable bulge in his jeans.
"Ah-Gah..." The brunet whimpered as the rough material of his babysitter's black jeans slid up along length of the underside of his member. "W-Wouldn't it be better if... A-Aren't we supposed to... Go out on a date or s-something, first? We... It's- It's not like we really know each other that w-well, so...?" He stammered, mind hazy and voice cracking as he tried to think up an excuse-any excuse-to dissuade the girl from following through with her now quite obvious intentions. The idea that sex with the red-head was a real possibility had drained him of what little confidence he had left after his babysitter's earlier, rather forward advances; his heart beat was now loud and rapid in his ears, and he was starting to sweat as his body seemingly began to overheat of its own accord.
"A date?" Vicky questioned incredulously, the wide grin still plastered on her pink blush-tinted face. "Why would I wanna go out on a date when I've already got you right where I want you? And you're wrong, I think I know you pretty well, Timmy..." The twenty year old lowered herself back down, her head moving a bit further south along the teen's body. "For example, I know you've got a sensitive spot right... Here..." She leaned in, pressing her lips to the side of Timmy's neck. "Mm...?"
Timmy inhaled a sharp breath of air with a gasp, the combination of his babysitter's warm, soft lips on his neck, along with the tingling vibrations caused by her humming; making a powerful chill run up his spine. "Nnh... Vi-Vicky, you n-need to... Agh..." Another breathy sigh escaped the brunet as he felt Vicky's mouth part a little, then begin to suck at the sensitive flesh of his neck. "Pl-Please, just for a s-second-Ngh! Rrgh...!" Summoning up strength he wasn't even aware he had, the fourteen year old grasped his babysitter's sides and twisted to his right, flipping the two of them over in a single swift action so that she was lying on the couch, and he was holding himself up over her. "S-Stop!" Timmy shouted down at the girl, his heart slamming against his ribcage as he tried to catch his breath.
Yet much to his surprise, the twenty year old didn't shrink back, wince, or flinch... In fact, her expression didn't even change, she simply continued to stare up at him with that same lustful smile, the want in her eyes causing the odd, warm tingle in the teen's gut to make itself known once again. "I will if you won't."
In an instant, Vicky's hands darted up from her sides and hooked their fingers into the front of Timmy's jeans, then fiddled with and quickly undid the button at the top of his zipper.
"Ah-Hey! N-No!" The teen remarked in a surprised tone, sounding more like he was scolding a playful kitten than his suddenly amorous babysitter. He allowed his waist and pelvis to drop down, effectively pinning her hands between their bodies, only to feel movement near his legs that prompted him to look over his left shoulder, at which point he noticed the girl's right leg snake around his left, while her foot planted itself on his butt and pressed downward against it, forcing his crotch against her own, now more accessible thanks to her somewhat spread legs.
"Hehehe! Did you forget who you're dealing with, Twerp?" The red-head chuckled as she wiggled the fingers of each hand, both still sandwiched between herself and her charge. "We both clearly want this... And I always get what I want~!" With a bit of effort, she managed to flip her right hand over, then started to feel around, before her fingers collided with a noticeable bulge in the brunet's jeans that was somewhat warmer than the surrounding material.
"Would you-! Y-You need to focus and stop-Ngh..." The fourteen year old gritted his teeth, stifling another moan as he felt the older girl's fingers curl around and grip his member through his jeans. "T-Touching me in... Places..." Timmy blushed beet-red, feeling another little twitch in his privates as Vicky stroked her hand up along his length.
"I am focused, Timmy. I'm one-hundred percent focused on making you feel good... So how about returning the favor...?" She brought her left hand up, sliding it over Timmy's shoulder, across the back of his neck, and finally into his brown locks of hair, her fingers once again tangling themselves up in it as her nails gently grazed his scalp.
At that moment, with all the affectionate and lustful gestures by his babysitter piled on top of each other, Timmy's resolve wavered. He was positive no spells had been cast on him that day, and he seriously doubted whatever Cupid had done to Vicky was contagious, but the red-head's kisses and affectionate touches proved too difficult to resist. He still wasn't really sure what he felt for the girl emotionally, but there was no denying the physical attraction he was feeling. Vicky had always been a master at getting what she wanted from him, be it money, her chores done, or her errands taken care of, and while he'd never expected to end up in... This sort of situation with her, he wasn't too surprised that she'd managed to wear him down, either. And all in the span of an hour, if that.
The teen trembled a little, though not with nervousness, but excitement, as he tilted his head slightly to the right and leaned in, pressing his lips to Vicky's in a slow, tender kiss. The first kiss that he'd ever given to someone, rather than received like he usually did. He felt her kiss back somewhat roughly as she quickly craned her neck up toward him, the pressure she exerted sure to cause later bruising on his lips, but her forward momentum soon came to a halt as she felt Timmy begin to move back, the red-head realizing she was inadvertently pushing her charge away with the subtle ferocity of the kiss. "Mmf..." After a moment, the teen began to push back himself, his right arm mimicking his babysitter's earlier action as he slipped it under her and looped it around her back, his left palm still pressed to the couch cushion to hold him up over the girl.
"Mnah!" The red-head pulled away, ending the kiss prematurely. "Ah... Heehee! I finally manage to wear you down?" She giggled, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as she tried to catch her breath.
"A... A bit, yeah..." Timmy gasped out, his own cheeks blushing a reddish-pink hue. "But then... It's kinda hard to think straight... If you know what I mean..."
"Mm, yeah..." The twenty year old purred out, her fingers still loosely wrapped around the teen's member. "Probably not a lot of blood going to your brain, judging by how this thing feels..." She gave the teen's erection a gentle, teasing little squeeze, eliciting another gasp from him.
"Hah-! ...Y-You keep that up, and I'm gonna s-start grabbing y-you in places..." Timmy breathed out with a shudder, his right hand slowly slipping down the middle of his babysitter's back until the tips of his fingers made contact with the waistline of her jeans.
"Oh? Well I have to admit, it would be a refreshing change of pace..." Vicky replied in a sultry, excited tone of voice, lifting her rear-end up just enough to allow Timmy's hand access, assuming, of course, that his little threat hadn't simply been a bluff. "Gotta say, you're pretty good at this... Is this really your first time, or are you just a master at improvising?" She questioned slyly, her eyes narrowing up at her charge.
"I a-already told you, I've never done... Anything like this... And we really sh-should sto-Mmph..." The teen was cut off mid-sentence, his babysitter again capturing his lips with hers, quietening his protest and leaving him powerless to resist the urge to kiss her back, his eyelids drooping closed as he momentarily lost himself in the intimate moment.
By now, the red-head had made it crystal-clear that she was significantly more experienced than he was, what with her knowledge of the brunet's more sensitive spots and the tone of voice she used that made his spine shiver excitedly; but every kiss seemed to escalate in intensity, the teen's babysitter seemingly trying to prove to him just how out of his element he was.
Which was precisely why, upon feeling the girl's tongue lightly dance across his lower lip, Timmy opened his mouth to gasp in surprise, only to very quickly remember that her mouth was still firmly pressed to his, his gasp registering as little more than a surprised, muffled whimper that trailed off into a confused hum as Vicky's tongue darted out of her mouth and into his, the tip of the sensory organ slipping past and then hooking against the back of his somewhat prominent buck teeth, before using the provided leverage to pull him closer, almost suffocatingly so.
Without so much as a second thought, Timmy lifted his own tongue up, the sensory organ dabbing at the underside of Vicky's, before boldly dragging its tip against the underside of the girl's tongue. The teen soon learned this was exactly what the red-head had been waiting for, as her tongue quickly struck like a moist snake, the ever so slightly sweet-tasting organ coiling around Timmy's and pulling it toward her mouth. "Mm?!" The brunet hummed in protest as loud as he could, having no idea what his babysitter planned to do with his tongue, only to pause as hers suddenly released it, then returned, instead giving his an almost shy little lick. "Mwha-" He pulled away from the twenty year old once again, his lips tingling and feeling a little puffy. "Wh-What was that?" Timmy panted, only just now realizing how long the kiss had gone on for as he gasped for air.
"A kiss." Vicky remarked nonchalantly, her own cheeks flushed red as her body attempted to restore the oxygen it had been deprived of due to the extended kiss.
"No- But... You- You stuck your tongue in my mouth, and I thought... I thought you were gonna bite me or something, and then you... S-Seriously, what was that?!" Timmy nearly yelled, a faint, indescribable taste still lingering on his tongue.
"Seriously-" The girl parroted back. "It was a kiss. An adult kiss, but still, a kiss... And you really thought I'd bite you?" She frowned slightly, her expression more incredulous than sad. "I told you earlier, I've never once bitten you, and I don't plan to start now..." Vicky trailed off for a moment, before the familiar grin returned, her pink eyes devious and glinting playfully. "Well... Unless you ask really nicely..."
"Huh?" The fourteen year old tilted his head slightly to his left, raising an eyebrow in bemusement at the girl. "Bite me?"
"Well if you insist." Seizing the opportunity, Vicky pulled her charge's head down with the hand still tangled up in his brown locks of hair, while at the same time pulling herself up, her mouth zeroing in on the crook of his neck that he'd unwittingly exposed by tilting his head. Her actions started out delicate, with the red-head merely planting a feather-light kiss on the teen's neck, but before long, her lips parted as she began to suck at the sensitive flesh yet again, making Timmy's breath hitch in his throat. For a brief moment, she smiled against his skin, then parted her lips once more, this time gently nipping at his flesh with her front-most incisors.
"Ngh!" Timmy gritted his teeth, stifling a moan as an electric-feeling jolt shot through his body. A wave of mildly oppressive heat washed over him, making his skin start to sweat in response. "Y-You... I w-wasnt asking you f-for that..." He slumped down a little, his forehead coming to rest between his babysitter's neck and shoulder as he tried in vain to hide his flushed face from the girl.
"Mm~... No." The red-head's cheek brushed against Timmy's as she pulled away to whisper into his ear again. "But from your reaction, it seems like you appreciated it, regardless..."
"Crap... I need to get out of here... While I still want to..." The brunet thought hazily, barely noticing the sensation of the twenty year old's fingers releasing his member. "I th-think I should-" Timmy began as he started to push himself up, only to take pause as he felt movement down near his crotch, now no longer pressed against Vicky's thanks to his attempt to get up.
Zip!
The noise cut through the nearly silent living room like a knife, making the teen freeze up as he felt his jeans considerably loosen from around his waist. A quick glance down between himself and his babysitter visibly confirmed what he'd heard and felt: Vicky had unzipped his fly, leaving the plaid, dark blue boxers he wore in plain sight.
"Huh. Always figured you for the type to wear tighty-whities, Twerp." Vicky remarked with a teasing little grin, her hand quickly darting into Timmy's jeans.
"Wait a sec! Vicky-!" The brunet's right hand slipped out from under his babysitter and shot down between the two of them, catching the girl's wrist just as her slender fingers curled around his member. "Nnh..." An unintentional moan escaped him as her cool fingers gripped his length, the contact feeling far more pronounced and intense, now that the only thing separating their skin was the thin material of his boxers.
"Ooh... So the old saying is true..." Vicky purred into his ear, giving her charge's 'manhood' a teasing little stroke. "Big things do come in small pack-"
"Um!" Timmy interjected, suddenly cutting his babysitter off as a final, desperate idea sprang to the front of his consciousness. "D-Did you he-hear that?" He asked in a tone heavy with worry, the inflection in his voice only enhanced thanks to where the older girl was gripping him.
"Eh? I didn't hear anything... Why, did you?" Vicky glanced over toward the front door, still having the presence of mind to know that getting caught in the rather compromising position she and Timmy were currently in by his parents was not in either of their best interests.
"I-Uh... I th-thought I heard my phone just now... It... Sounded like my ringtone..." The fourteen year old gulped nervously, hoping with every fiber of his being that the alluring red-head beneath him would fall for his last-minute ploy.
"...I am almost positive I didn't hear anything, Timmy. In fact, with how desperately you've been trying to escape me... I kinda get the feeling you're not being completely genuine with me right now... You wouldn't lie to your favorite babysitter, would ya?" The older girl questioned with an evil, knowing smirk, again stroking her hand along the length of the teen's member.
"Ngh... N-No... I'm p-pretty sure I heard it..." Once more, Timmy felt his resolve to escape begin to waver, the red-head's tone and actions starting to feel quite inviting. "Ah... C-Can I just go check really quick? B-Better to be safe than s-sorry, right?"
Vicky's smirk faded as she stopped to mull over her charge's request. What little remained of the more rational side of her brain recognized that her adorable little Twerp had a point: they'd already come so far, getting caught now would make it all for nothing, and definitely jeopardize any further, similar interactions. Taking everything they been through together over the years into consideration, she was confident Timmy wouldn't use the opportunity to rat her out, as he'd made it plainly obvious that he enjoyed what they were doing. "Hell, he was even starting to kiss me back a few times!" She thought to herself excitedly, remembering the way her charge had begun to nervously return each kiss.
"I... Er... I can c-come right back, afterward... C'mon, if it's my parents, calling, they might get worried and come home sooner if I don't let them know everything's fine, so...?" Timmy cringed as his voice cracked, not knowing if it would help or hinder his efforts to convince the girl to let him go.
"Mngh..." The twenty year old whined in annoyance and rolled her eyes, before finally releasing the teen's member and pushing herself up into a sitting position, Timmy now effectively sitting in her lap and straddling her legs. "You can be... Such a Twerp sometimes, y'know that? Getting me all revved up and ready to go, only to beg me to let you go check your phone so you can leave me here, wanting and unsatisfied... I mean, honestly..."
"Wha- M-Me?! What about y-you?! You pinned me down and started kissing me, remember? Not to mention, you grabbed my-! Y-You know what you grabbed!" Timmy exclaimed defensively, his face blushing beet-red.
"Hey, I was only returning the favor." Vicky remarked matter-of-factly as she wrapped her arms around her charge, pinning his own to his sides. "Now, go up and check your phone before I change my mind and keep you down here." She leaned in, planting a quick peck on Timmy's lips, then pulled away and released him. "Try not to keep me waiting too long, else I'll have to come looking for you...!" The red-head winked at him, then reclined back on her arms, her palms pressing into the couch cushion behind her.
"A-Alright, I'll try to be quick." Timmy replied nervously, nodding as he climbed out of his babysitter's lap and stood up straight in front of the couch, taking a moment before he left to re-button his jeans. "Phew, can't believe that worked." The brunet thought to himself in relief as he quickly made his way over to the stairs and rapidly climbed them to the second floor, leaving Vicky alone in the living room.
"Hah~..." The twenty year old sighed, though it sounded more like she was swooning to her own ears. "Guess he's not being affected the same way I am after all... Still, no denying that he's interested now... Heehee!" She giggled, hoping her Twerp wouldn't keep her waiting too long...
Upstairs...
Timmy shoved the door to his room open and darted in, then collapsed against it, the full weight of his body nearly causing it to slam shut.
"Timmy? What's the matter? Are you alright?" Wanda asked as she and Cosmo appeared in a puff of purple smoke, the worry more than evident on both their faces as they looked upon their red-faced, panting godchild.
"And why is your barn door open?" Cosmo asked curiously, pointing his wand at the teen's unzipped fly.
"N-No time! We have to- ...Wha? My... Barn door?" Timmy tilted his head quizzically, then followed the green fairy's wand to where it was pointing, his gaze falling on his still unzipped jeans. "L-Look, it's not important right now..." The brunet shook his head in frustration, his cheeks still burning with heat. "We need to go, now! I wish we were at Cupid's mansion in Fairy World!"
Cosmo and Wanda both exchanged confused glances with each other, but, granted their godchild's wish nonetheless and raised their wands, which had already started to give off bright, gold-yellow sparks. A second later, the star-shaped tips of the wands lit up brilliantly, then emitted a poofing sound, causing all three of the room's occupants to disappear in a large cloud of purple-colored smoke.