I have to confess that there have been many times in my life when I exchanged sex for something I wanted or needed. I don't mean just flirting and acting sweet; sure, that works to an extent; I'm talking about actually having sex with someone. I believe that most women have, though some obviously have more than others. They might not want to admit it, but most have.
The first time I realized the sexual power I possessed was when I was eighteen. Up until then, I knew sex was something all the boys wanted, and I used it to get their interest. I was shy and lacked confidence. My mother and older sister both told me how ugly I was my entire life. They told me I would never have a boyfriend, and I believed them. They were both very attractive, and I was the ugly duckling of the family, so yes, I had zero self-confidence. So if I liked a boy and he wanted sex, I usually submitted. It seemed to work pretty well, as they kept coming back, and I never had a problem finding a boyfriend.
That summer, my friend Cathy and I wanted to go to a concert. I mean, we really wanted to go. It was all we talked about since the concert tour was announced. When the tickets went on sale, they were sold out in minutes, and we didn't get tickets. Tickets were being sold for exorbitant prices that we couldn't afford. We were both so disappointed.
The guy, or should I say jerk, I was dating at the time had a friend, Derek, who scalped tickets on the side. His father had connections and would get his son tickets for all of the major events, which he turned around and sold. I had met him a few times, and he seemed sweet. Derek was only sixteen, but the older guys let him hang around because he always had money for drugs and alcohol. He was on the shy, chubby side, and the guys used to tease him relentlessly, but he took it in stride. I also picked up that he was awkward around girls, and I never saw him with a girl.
I asked my boyfriend if he could ask him for tickets, but he refused.
"Why would he sell them to you at cost when he could make a killing on them?" was all he said. I knew he was right.
Several weeks passed, and I had almost given up all hope of getting tickets. One evening, it just so happened that we ran into Derek while out drinking at another friend's place. I was with my boyfriend, and after a few drinks, I mustered up the courage to bring up the concert tickets.
Derek proudly announced that he not only had tickets but that they were close to the stage. Great seats, but as I suspected, he wanted an arm and a leg for them. They were way out of my price range. It's no wonder he always had money for alcohol and drugs.
I tried to bargain with him. I played the cutesy card, but he wasn't buying it. He was shy around girls, but when it came to business, he was shrewd, even at his young age. The only thing he was interested in was money, and lots of it.
Then one of the older guys jokingly suggested that if they were his tickets, he would exchange them for sex with the hottest girl he could find. Everyone laughed and continued to joke.
Obviously, he wasn't talking about plain old me, but I did catch Derek taking a glimpse at me when they joked about it. Hmm, maybe there was an opportunity here after all.
This got me thinking—of course he would like sex; what teenage boy doesn't want sex? I'm sure he's a virgin. My twisted mind started thinking. I mean, I was having sex with my boyfriend all the time; what's the big deal if I had sex with Derek once? God, I would kill to be sitting that close to the stage.
The more I thought about it, the more I rationalized it. I decided I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip away. If sex was his weakness, I could easily get those tickets.
The night went on, and as the alcohol flowed, I started to feel bolder. I began to flirt with Derek, subtly at first, and then more overtly. I could see he was uncomfortable, but I persisted. I touched his arm and leaned in close, whispering in his ear. I could feel the power I had over him, and it excited me.
Derek got up and went into the kitchen to get another beer. This was the opportunity I was waiting for. I followed him in. I pulled him aside and discreetly whispered, "Hey Derek, you know I would do anything for those tickets."
"Oh, yeah." I could tell by the surprised look on his face that I had gotten his attention.
"Uh, huh, anything," I bashfully purred.
"Really?" His eyes lit up in disbelief. I nodded and smiled at him. He got my message loud and clear.
I slipped him my address and told him to come by the house after 7 p.m. on Wednesday. That was the night my parents and younger sister would go to a church group, and I knew I had the house to myself for a couple of hours.
"Bring the tickets, and I promise you won't be disappointed." I whispered into his ear as my hand brushed his groin. I knew that he was hard even before I touched him. I bet he almost came in his pants.
He quickly agreed to hold the tickets for me. I also insisted he keep it a secret, or the deal would be off. He agreed.
I grabbed a beer out of the fringe and brought it to my boyfriend in the other room. I noticed Derek disappear to the washroom, probably to attend to his swollen member. He seemed to be in there for a long time, and the thought of him jerking off because of me aroused me to no end.
I was so proud of myself. I had never seduced a boy like that before. It felt empowering to break out of my timid shell. I suppose it did help that I was a year older than him and that he was on the shy, quiet side.
The events of that evening had me so aroused that I practically jumped my boyfriend at the end of the night. I imagined it was Derek I was fucking, and I went crazy on him. He sensed my arousal but had no idea what had gotten into me. I couldn't wait for Wednesday.
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Wednesday evening arrived quickly, and my arousal turned to mixed feelings and doubt. I was excited about the possibility of getting the most sought-after tickets of the year, but I was also concerned that Derek would brag about his conquest. I wasn't sure if I could trust Derek to keep our arrangement a secret. I had learned the hard way that boys could not be trusted. I also worried that he might change his mind and decide I wasn't attractive enough to warrant exchanging valuable concert tickets for.
I prepared all afternoon for his arrival. I showered, spent hours on my hair, and made sure my makeup was just right. I also made sure to wear glossy lipstick. I knew what boys liked.
I wore my one-piece blue-cloth jumpsuit. Two unbuttoned shoulder straps, and it would fall off. No bra, of course. It was quick and simple to remove or put back on in case my parents were to come home early. This was my go-to outfit when I knew I would be having sex in the basement rec room. I also wore my high-heeled wedge shoes, which accentuated my already long, thin legs.
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My family left for church, and it was now seven o'clock, and Derek hadn't arrived yet. I sat in the living room, waiting and wondering if he would show up. The longer I waited, the more my insecurities surfaced. I began to bite my nails as thoughts of being called ugly and homely came pouring back.
Finally, at 7:15, I hear a knock at the side door—it was Derek. Oh my god, he actually did come to the house. This was really happening.
I quickly ushered him into the house before any of the neighbors spotted him, and we made our way down into the basement.
It was terribly awkward for both of us, as neither of us had ever done anything like this before.
He looked around the room and then looked at me.
"Hi," I said, grateful for his presence and the boost to my self-esteem.
"Hey, um, you look nice." He said it in a sweet voice.
Then he reached into his shorts pocket and pulled out two tickets. He waved them at me and placed them on the coffee table. I could see he had a bulge in his pants already.
"These are for you," he said.
"Oh, thank you so much," I responded, knowing it was time to pay up.
"My parents get home around nine, so you need to be out of here by 8:45 at the latest. Can you do that?" I just wanted to make sure he understood.
"Sure, no problem." He responded.
I pointed to the couch, and he sat down. He seemed very nervous and timid, which I preferred over aggressive guys.
