Lap Dances and other Bad Ideas

“I don’t know, man,” I say, sitting back on the stool, shaking my head, “It’s not something I really like to do, you know?” My cousin Joaquin leans in, nodding, “I do know. That’s why I think it’ll be good for you. Change your scenery. Get yourself a little ‘feminine attention.’ It’ll be fun, man, …

Addison

The dean leans forward to peer over his desk. Below her jacket she’s wearing bright green pants, made from a sporty fabric. They cling to her, couldn’t be any tighter if they were painted on, but they don’t seem out of line. Addison’s legs are crossed, and he meets her gaze, sees the rebelliousness in her expression, knows how she behaves when she gets that way.

Daphne

I chuckle. “Naw. My favorite day would be when you wear these red sweaters.” I push my hands down her chest, cupping her breasts. “Bet you all the boys pay close attention on those days.”

Leigh

“No,” Leigh said, cutting him off and rising to block his way. “I can’t believe that we’re too much for you. You must’ve handled way worse than two cute, curious schoolgirls.” She slid open her hoodie’s zipper. Her dress underneath was simple enough, a patterned summer fit, but its neckline plunged. Cinched tight beneath her chest, she wore no bra. Her mom wouldn’t have let her out of the house like this, not without the hoodie over, the hoodie that she was now tossing onto the desk behind her.

Claudia

Claudia’s my yoga teacher, and she’s fucking hot. Not that that’s why I picked her class, but she’s a cutie. Latina, petite, stacked, with a great ass, and the sexiest smile. And she wears these gym uniforms that’re so tight they could be painted on. Every Saturday, Monday, and Wednesday, I go to her class and watch the fabric cling to her hot little body, it’s pattern swelling and bending and stretching as it contorts to contours.

Brielle

She’s got on this white tank top that clings to her lithe body. Through the textured fabric I can make out the dark nipples on her breasts. I’m meant to see them. And then there’s her cobalt blue panties, stretched tight over the mound of her sex. She casually pulls them to the side, revealing her tight, bare, teenage pussy, and then her fingers give it a playful little caress.

The Science Project

Right now, though, I was feeling the buzzing tickle throughout my body, especially in my, err... well, erogenous areas. I was becoming aroused. But I clenched my teeth and hid it.

Heather, my piano tutor

Heather winks at me, her eyes sparkling as she grins. “But you’ll do it for me,” she says, “Right?” She parts her lips and I see her tongue slide through her mouth. My eyes go wide. Is she flirting? No way... but there’s something about her smile, the way she holds my eye contact. Oh fuck, I can feel my heart pounding.

Mrs. Mallory (Campfire Tales #1)

“Oh, fuck me,” I said. “Yeah, well, Jay, get used to it,” Enrique said, “You’re the lowest bitch on the totem pole, so now you’re going to help unload their van, and you’re going to be fucking nice about it. Put all their luggage by that tree.” He pointed up the hill at an enormous redwood, decking built around it, near the seasonal staff cabins. “The teachers get the nice rooms, the ones with a view.”

Office Hours

“Well, simply, we arouse the subject and stimulate him, then after a pre-set time incite orgasm, directing the subject manually into our flask,” Lacy said, holding up a small Erlenmeyer flask, then added hastily, “But we’ve already done that successfully a couple dozen times, that’s not our issue.” Professor Watney leaned forward, looking at the flask. It’s opening was wide enough it should admit most penises. “Well, what’s the problem then?” he said.