She was lovely, but that wasn't enough. By the time I was done with her she'd be more than just a young and beautiful girl with a lion in her closet.
I'm going to draw a straight line from your mouth to your pussy, I said. She was sprawled out on the couch. My words didn't make sense. You'll understand later, I said.
I gave her a little piece of lingerie to put on. I said, don't forget the high heels, and then smiled and shivered at the idea: she followed directions completely, happily. She was indeed lovely... She was just a little on the plump side, which gave her body a womanly curve that said sex even when she was being good. She was smart, and had more than a little class that was sure to show, no matter the circumstance you meet them. She was in the prime of her life and all she needed was a teacher that covered things besides English lit and quadratic equations.
She disappeared into the bathroom; the door shut, and as the light came on a sliver of yellow played against the darker wall. I imagined how she would look. She was more than a little tall already, and with the heels on her legs would be amazingly long and even more sensuous. I would have to resist my urges to just pin her to the bed - and as a frat boy might say - fuck the living hell out of her.
The top I gave her to wear was short; it was sheer, mostly see-through, and would barely cover her bodacious breasts, which didn't help matters. When she bent over -- and yes, I would event excuse after excuse to have her bend over -- the top would pull up, and there she would be... The idea of it was excruciatingly perfect; the reality of it would have to wait a few minutes longer. Hours had past since we first started playing, and yet we were dying for more; kissing and touching through our clothes as if we were following a more romantic plan. Our passion was finding its perfect focus. I wanted to make her my fantasy girl, she wanted to let me.
*******
I'm a little submissive, she said. I like to be told what to do. I nearly dropped my drink. The restaurant was closing down early; we kept our words just below radar. I'd love to give you some directions, I said. I imagined the grin on my face was both giddy and lusty. You know, though, being submissive isn't necessarily just about taking directions. Her eyes were curious now. It can be about anticipating needs, too... knowing what another person wants, even before they know. When can we meet? I wanted her right then, now, in the backseat of my car if necessary.
Tomorrow night. I've got an open weekend. Just some Geology work... one lab to write up.
Tomorrow night it is, then. I'll give directions. You follow. I'm sure other things will happen. We'll have a night to remember.
And one day later, her we were, and I was going to draw a straight line from her mouth to her pussy.
*******
She came out of the bathroom. For a moment all I saw was a yellow light and her silhouette. Lovely barely covered it. She was stunning. You're beautiful, I said. You're amazing. She smiled self-consciously and walked cautiously forward. Sex-kitten or not, it takes something to appear so exposed and obvious. Thank you, she said. And then with a laugh, this top is really short!
I know. I couldn't resist. I asked the girl in the lingerie store for some help, and when I told her your height I intentionally took three inches off. I laughed at my own perversity. I love that half-sluty half-sophisticated look, I said.
She semi-rolled her eyes with a smile as if to say "All guys are the same."
The best part was when I bought those shoes, I said. She raised her foot a little to consider them. I mean, what's a guy doing buying high heels at four in the afternoon that look like those? I'm sure the checkout girl knew.
Maybe, she said. I think you might be a little bit kinkier than a lot of guys. Or at least willing to go down that road.
Speaking of..., I said, and reached out to have her come close to me. You really are lovely, I said, wrapping my arms around her waist, kissing her stomach, and then when my other thoughts awakened, running my hands along her curvy hips and stroking her thighs.
Are you ready?
She nodded. Yes. Just a little nervous, that's all.
Its okay to be nervous, I said. I took her hand and led her to the bed. I really like you, you know? Me too, she said. I squeezed her hand in response. And then I saw just how short that little top was and my lust-filled side won out.
Okay..., I said, drawing a breath anticipating how things were going to change.
Get on all fours.
I said it as if it meant nothing, but inside I was turning summersaults.
*******
Her legs were together, which somehow made her look even more outrageous. I looked at that perfectly round and smooth rump. Her lips were pushed against her cheeks, her little folds and tender parts just barley showing. I studied her for a moment, absorbing the sight, committing it to memory. I turned on a light. I could see a hint of wetness.
