Babysitting Lesbians: Party Plans

Alina Lopez holds the phone to her ear, settling every last detail for her weekend bash. With her parents gone, the house is hers. Then a knock breaks through her plans. She cracks her door and finds herself face-to-face with Carter Cruise, who claims she’s been hired to babysit. Alina laughs it off—she’s just turned eighteen and doesn’t need watching. Carter nods, calm. She’s staying all weekend. A few quick calls later, Alina’s party is dead. Carter slips off her shoes, drops her purse, and sits on the edge of Alina’s bed. The younger girl’s disappointment spills out in sharp words, but Carter only shrugs. She needs the money for school and hadn’t meant to spoil anything. The offer that follows is simple: the two of them could still enjoy the weekend together. Alina snaps that she’s not into women. Carter doesn’t argue; she only asks if Alina thinks girls can be beautiful. The answer comes out yes, soft, half-defensive. Carter smiles at the flicker of curiosity and leans close. Her lips graze Alina’s neck, slow and sure. Heat flashes down Alina’s spine, surprising her with its sweet edge. The kiss lingers there, tasting skin no one else has claimed, until Alina’s annoyed breaths turn shallow, warm, and hungry for whatever comes next.