About a year ago he started dating, which I didn't think twice about at the time. I was happy for him. He's a genuine, generous guy, who's great with his daughter and he deserves to be happy. I do remember the first time he brought a date home. They'd been out a few times before. They came in a little drunk and she went straight upstairs. Apparently tonight was "the night". He asked if I could stay another hour and I said "of course". I didn't mind. I live in the dorms where its unusual if you don't hear moans and groans coming from someones door. And I'm not exactly celibate myself.
I went over to babysit the following Monday and he was a little embarrassed and really apologetic. He said he never would have asked me to stay if he hadn't been drunk and he hoped he hadn't made me feel uncomfortable. I hadn't felt uncomfortable, so I told him I was fine with it and was happy for him that he was dating. So a precedent was set. He would occasionally bring dates home and I would stay for an hour or two while they had sex. Sometimes we would discuss the women he dated and he would ask me for advice about fun dates to go on or for a woman's perspective on various things.
Five months ago he brought home a woman who looked like she was only a couple of years older than I am. I'm pretty sure it was a one night stand, as he had told me he was going out with some friends after work. I never saw her again and he never brought her up in conversation afterward. I had never thought about him sexually before that night. I'm 20 and he's 36 and I've never dated anyone more than two or three years older. I wasn't jealous and chocked it up to not getting any myself for a few months. I went home and masturbated and made it a point to hookup with my FWB a few times to get it out of my system.
Well everything was fine until about three weeks ago. He came home with a girl who is a year ahead of me in our program. We're not friends, but she and I know each other. He didn't know that, but it was awkward. I realized that night I really, really wanted to sleep with him. They dated for a couple of weeks and one night I crept upstairs and listened outside the door while they made it. I actually stood there with my hand in my pants and masturbated listening to them. I feel like such a PERVERT!
I don't know what to do. I'm afraid I'm going to jump him one day. I've fantasized about presenting myself naked, spread wide on his kitchen island for him to come home to after work. I don't want to marry him, but I do want to sleep with him, AND I want to keep being his babysitter and friend. When I think about it rationally I can't see how it could work, but the fantasy is delicious and sometimes overwhelming.
Advice? Thoughts? Some of my girlfriends say go for it. Live out the naughty babysitter fantasy. Some say I need to walk away.

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