I Can't Stop Teasing Guys

"Let me make one thing perfectly clear. I'm not a slut. At least not yet. Knowing what my fantasies are I might reach that mountain top. I try not to project that far out.

"The thoughts of becoming one stimulate me at every turn, but I've only had sex with one guy ever. If you can call it that. As soon as he took my virginity and saw blood he threw up and ran like hell. I think he thought he hurt me. To this day he's never spoken to me again. It's just as well my parents never liked him anyway. That was over a year ago. It took even me time to get over it. I really thought he liked me. I'm not ugly, I'm really cute. Maybe I'm a little conceited but once I began blossoming from a teenager with small tits and a bit of added weight, the newest me rocked. I just turned eighteen a month ago. Now my measly B cups had shot up to a healthy D. Overnight I felt blessed by the booby Goddess. Taking on a job at the Park District allowed me plenty of exercise. My slightly overweight booty slimmed down in under a month. Everything about me changed.

"Even my clothing style amped up once I realized boys were more into me. My days of frumpy clothing were gone. In came the tight jeans and low cut shirts. Body jewelry and cute wire rimmed glasses added just enough appeal to not be overlooked. My wardrobe is still a work in progress but it's a start. My crystal blue eyes are normally the third thing guys notice these days. My shoulder length bleach blond hair the fourth. You can guess the first two things I'm sure. Until recently I hadn't flaunted what I possess, but I'm not naïve. I notice boys...even older men...much older men for that matter, checking me out everywhere I go.

"Of late I find myself doing things I noticed other girls with good looks do. A shirt button left open, or short shorts that offer a hint of butt cheek. When I witness guys falling all over themselves to see girls wearing things like that it makes me crave the same attention. Thus my wardrobe shopping began in earnest. Every paycheck I added to my appearance be it clothing, jewelry, or make-up. I'm also a perfume junkie. Guys love a scent to follow. Trust me I keep my eyes peeled for any trick the hot girls can offer. Everything from bending over, crossing and uncrossing legs while wearing short skirts, even a shy giggle to let guys know they're interested. The checklist is long.

"Now mind you I'm not shy, but I'm also not aggressive. Somewhere in between I'd say. I'm not even that picky about a guys looks. He can be overweight, or older looking. I was never that shallow as to only keep my eyes peeled for John Stud. Not that they are bad either. I guess I'm learning to appreciate any man who follows my lead. What's bad is there are men whom of late began noticing me more. Men who should know better. Like my Mom's Fitness Trainer. My future stepdad looks. Heck, my real dad stares on occasion. Creepy but still a confidence booster when they compliment me or whistle just to be silly. I really doubt they want me that bad. No...they probably do. Some things I just don't fully understand I guess. What makes a family member stoop so low as to check me out? I've known these people most of my life. My stepbrothers who are 24 and 25 come home from college and torment me every chance they get. Nothing too bad though. Verbally and gross bodily motions. Gross but intriguing just the same. Of course I rarely expressed that their actions made me do a lot of thinking. Sometimes even before bed if you know what I mean.

"My real brother Chad acts the same way. All of their friends do. My parents friends. My friends Fathers. Heck even the guy I babysit for once in awhile looks as if he wants to kiss me. Probably more if I let it happen. I do my best to not make it appear as if I'm catching on to their behavior. It's for the best right? I mean I'm a good girl. Do I want to be a good girl? Heck no. But, do I want to be obvious? Sometimes. Most of the time. I'm so tired of being indecisive.

"I'm not getting any younger. HA! Only eighteen and thinking of myself as old. At least I'm out of school. So not ready for college. My parents aren't happy that I chose to not go. It's my life. I want to live it. Day by day, right? Maybe today is the beginning of an even newer me. It's time that I see what I can do with the observations I've made. Violet Calloway is ready. I think. Yeah, I'm Violet. Here I go.

"I've had my eye on a few boys closer to my age. Some I used to go to school with. Others a few years older. I'm friendly toward all of them but rarely go out of my way to necessarily flirt. Small doses work just as well I've learned. It's what you reveal about yourself that usually strikes their curiosity. For instance, Jamie Harper, a boy I graduated with this past fall, who works at the mall. He's a bit awkward but hardly appalling, even if I were worried about looks. He hadn't noticed me even until like three weeks before school ended.

"That last week I changed my clothing choices a bit more dramatically. We were allowed to escape the dress code seeing as it was our final week of slavery. Nothing too risqué mind you but I have never seen more short skirts in my life until that week. The faculty chose to overlook most of the choices made but too far was obviously too far. When you could see panties up the skirt or excessive cleavage, throats were cleared quite loudly. Even then certain students got away with murder. Skanks! I did take notes though. Future skank, one never knows until it occurs, right? Tasteful skank at best. Who am I kidding? I wanted the same attentiveness those girls were getting. I wanted to see drool. I wanted to see...hard on.

"Even though I didn't even own a mini skirt at the time I most certainly went shopping for some after graduation had come and gone. The best the boys got from me was shorts and a button down shirt with a camisole beneath it. Sexy bra under that of course. Cleavage was there. Boys liked seeing it. Was it enough? I dunno. Nobody, not even Jamie Harper let on that they did. Eyes yes. Words no. Good enough for now, well then. Now meaning now? I want words. I demand drool. Not from family members only dang it.

"Three weeks out I decided to head to the mall and spend my hard earned paycheck on something that a guy wanted. Not so much as what I liked. I chose Jamie Harper as my decision maker. Luckily he was working at the shoe store that day. Otherwise I would have had to go on to Plan B. Meaning Kyle Samson. Kyle now had graduated two years ahead of me. He was the athlete, working where he knew his physique would be best used, a sporting goods store. Tall, buff, and handsome. Girlfriend? Most likely. I wasn't out to date him anyway. Getting him to notice me was my mission. Testing my lengths in getting him to see what he might be missing more on my agenda.

"As I've said, not shy, not bold. That day I was determined to lean toward bold just to see if I could do it. Strangely, both Jamie and Kyle were working at the time I arrived. Best of both worlds I thought. Let's see what these guys would do. That mini skirt I bought after graduation? A black micro mini skirt. Stretchy but misbehaving. A white camisole offering bold cleavage. A strapless bra beneath it that was sheer except around the areolas. Regardless, the girls knew how to whistle for me. OVER HERE BOYS.

"I began with Jamie while waiting on him to be freed up at the cashiers counter. I loitered a bit looking over various styles of heeled dress shoes. What I wore that day not as glamorous but far from grotesque. Other employees were helping others which kept them from pestering me. The second Jamie noticed me he waved with a shy smile, even as he thanked the customer he had just rung up. I smiled back at him with what I call a bashful shimmer, meaning my eyes sparkled without blinking yet I looked down before a second eye contact was made. He ate it up.

"It took him thirty seconds to sprint to my side and say hello, asking how I'd been since graduation. We chatted a bit about pretty much school, the whole time I observed his eyes drop to my chest. Back and forth, he tried not to, but his eyes were not cooperating. I know I acted shy toward his gaze but trust me I wasn't. A lesson I had learned from numerous girls I'd seen pull off this same stunt.

"Asking me what I was looking for I gave him my best I'm not sure but I'll know it when I see it. He trailed behind me like a lost puppy. Discovering a pair of black high heels with bands that weave up the calf I stopped to examine them. I know I made the comment that these would look nice on me but they would take forever to put on. He insisted I try them saying he thought I would look great in them too. Acting hesitant I agreed as he showed me to a chair along the wall by a high mirror, another behind him.

"Setting my purse aside I sat down with my legs together tightly. I hadn't touched my skirt even though I knew the second I began to set down it rode up in back. After acquiring the shoes in my size he sat down on a stool much lower than my chair, which easily gave him an advantage should I part my legs.

"As much as I wanted to I told myself to take it slow and not look obvious. This was as much about studying his reactions and patience as it was in turning him on. Letting him remove the shoes I walked in with he commented on my cute toes and the yellow painted nails, it being my favorite color. With shaking hands he unlaced the new heels and encouraged my left foot to accept its newness. As hard as he tried his eyes snuck glances up my skirt. Seeing his disappointment that I was clenching them tightly with my hands in my lap I decided to loosen up a bit.

"Lifting my right leg to scratch an itch as he was lacing the new shoe to my calf I allowed him to see my bright yellow thong. It was brief but he most certainly saw it, his eyes flaring at the momentary capture. I laughed and asked him if he knew what he was doing, since he was taking his time. He apologized to me admitting that this type of shoe was foreign to him. I sighed and said I was in no hurry. Left shoe perfectly laced he applied the right shoe. As he did I leaned forward as if checking out how the left shoe looked.

"In bending forward my 36D's mashed together to form a melon patch. Even I knew what they looked like seeing myself in the mirror behind him. Believe you me he looked. Over his brows trying to hide the fact. Relaxing more I turned my left leg as if inspecting a side view. Up my skirt his eyes went. Challenged between which part of my body he wanted to see more.

"It was then that I smirked and asked him if he was dressing me or undressing me. He chose another apology and finished lacing my second heel. Shyness was killing this guy. Me? I was soaking up his reactions like Spongebob Squarepants. Feeding my ego I stood up for a comfortable feel in them. He nearly fell back over his stool because I didn't give him time to move. My skirt was right in his face. I should have apologized for my sudden stature but I didn't. I merely gave him time to stand in front of me. His nose almost grazing right over my chest as he stood.

"My face followed him all the way up until we looked into each others eyes. Sharing a grin he clumsily stepped aside to allow me a chance to walk in them. This led me to stroll with my back to him down the aisle. I still hadn't tugged my skirt down so I know darn well my butt cheeks were peeking out. Ten feet away I snickered and bent forward to touch the laces. For certain my cheeks were visible, maybe even the cloth of my thong over my pussy. Although brief when I stood back up and twisted I saw him biting at his knuckle. I didn't realize that guys really did that, it was funny.

"Walking back toward him was awkward, I wasn't really that talented in high heels. To me these were stripper shoes. Still I did like them a lot. Looking in the mirror at them I formed a final opinion. Asking Jamie how much they were clenched my teeth. $80 was more than I wanted to spend here today. Fidgeting I told him that I should have known and that I didn't have that big of a paycheck to spend on just one item and survive two weeks until next check.

"It was then that Jamie surprised me. He actually offered to pay half if I considered going out on a date with him. Floored by the suddenness of it all I sat down and told him to unlace the shoes while I thought about it. I wasn't used to guys buying me things, let alone being asked out. Like I said, one guy ever, dated six months before attempting sex. You know how well that went.

"Seated in front of me again I watched him slowly unlace both shoes and take them off. This time I wasn't sitting rigid, my legs were further apart. The entire amount of time he took in removing my shoes he was eying my thong. I encouraged it by scratching more, this time where he removed the laces on my calf, having to reach behind it made me tilt my knee to the side revealing a much better view. Considering how wet I was getting down there it was possible he saw a bit of dampness in the thong. Not to mention the tiny patch had constricted within my pussy enough to feel it as I squirmed. It was hot. If I was turned on he had to be right?

"His expression didn't really offer me every thought he had as I expected it would. Once the shoes were boxed he stood up and shied away. I felt bad honestly. Maybe he knew I was doing this on purpose. He had never known me to be any form of tease outside of sticking my tongue out at him from across a classroom or in the hall in passing. Those were more innocent times. While other girls worked it hard I was late in the game. Either way I just couldn't let him know I was sorry.

"Putting on the pumps I walked in with I decided I needed to acknowledge his earlier offer of paying half for the shoes. By now maybe he had second thoughts himself which led to his shyness. Finally, as he lingered to my side while I looked over less pricey shoes, yet not as stunning to my brewing appetite for sexier attire, Jamie said he was going to let me continue to look. It was now or never if I wanted to have the shoes. Inhaling deeply I turned in step and asked him to wait, which was more of a blatant JAMIE WAIT!

"He stopped as I trembled and said okay to his offer on three conditions. One being I pay $50 of the $80 plus tax, which let him off cheaper. He did get a discount too. He mulled it over before asking what the other two conditions were. The second condition was that we had to get lunch here at the mall. I knew there was a food court that served pizza by the slice. Nothing expensive. He agreed to that part knowing he would get a lunch break in an hour or so. Thirdly I brought up that I knew he had seen my thong and butt cheeks. I didn't want him to think badly of me but I wanted to discuss it. He did admit that he spotted my thong and actually smiled, but with a red face. I called it cute to calm his nerves. He then had conditions of his own should he completely agree to my terms.

"His first term was that I wear the new shoes while we had lunch. He would put them on me at our table. That sounded promising due to the imagination of other guys watching him do so. They would also get the chance of looking up my mini skirt. An immediate we can do that gave him a larger grin. From there his next request was that I accept a challenge that he would let me in on after the shoes were worn. I know I gave him a curious look through the corner of my eye when he refused to tell me before hand. I was all for challenges unless it got me into hot water with security. We both settled on we shall see.

"His third condition was simple, if we hit it off I would agree to a future real date. Sure why not, right? Hands shook I told him I'd meet him in front of Pizza Parade, the cheesy pizza joint at the court, at the time he suggested. From there I gave him $50 dollars trusting him not to rip me off. Letting him work I went on my way. One teasing session complete until later. I was then off to locate Kyle at the sporting goods store. Why anyone would call it DICK'S was beyond me.

"It was a good distance between stores so I eyeballed other clothing stores where I might find something interesting to add to my wardrobe. Obviously a Victoria's Secret for underwear but I already had invested in a large number of dainties. Now I didn't buy into lingerie all that much at this point because let's face it I didn't have a boyfriend to wear it for. When that time came I would go all out on that type of clothing. I'd rather use my money to buy sexy revealing clothes that didn't necessarily mean slut, but did say look at me boys. Closer...that's it. Closer. I'm being dramatic.

"What I lacked in athleticism I made up for in theatrics. For the record I've been in a good number of school plays over the years. Being on a stage excited me. Wish I could sing, but I certainly wasn't blessed with a Britney Spears voice, body more like. I'll settle for that.

"Realizing I didn't have too much time to waste I went in search of Dick's. The store. Get your minds out of the gutter. Just kidding, keep them there. As I reached the sporting goods store I walked around for a bit, not seeing Kyle I worried I might have missed him. I couldn't ask another associate about him or it would have looked obvious I was tracking him down like some stalker. After searching high and low I suddenly saw him and another boy I didn't know from school, so probably from another school somewhere in the city. They were joining efforts in bringing out a display of hockey sticks. Nervously I decided it would be now or never so I approached both of them.

"Acting lost until Kyle notices me he finally called out my name. Wow! He remembered it I recall thinking. We were never friends just classmates in passing. I do remember him taunting me back when I was less attractive. Nothing brutal but he still capitalized on his jock status as a douche, combining forces with other jocks to be part of their inner circle. Back then I had small tits and a bigger ass. Jocks seldom went after girls like that. Now might be a different story. He has seen me a few times since I blossomed out more but never so much as commented on my changes. Acknowledging Kyle I stepped up to the two of them with a confused look.

"After a greeting that felt genuine he asked what I ad been doing since graduation, thus I filled him in on my boring career with the Park District. The other boy seemed to appreciate my looks he couldn't stop smiling and staring me up and down. I liked that. I knew my outfit wasn't out of place and revealing at that point so his attentiveness was surely on the real me. That made my day even better. He was kind of handsome. Eying his name tag I discovered his name to be Scott. Helllloooo Scott.

"Asking if they could help me locate a football jersey I might look good in both of them jumped at the chance to abandon the hockey sticks. I followed Kyle through the store with Scott behind us. I needed to know if Scott was looking at my ass so I scoped out a mirror in passing. Sure enough he was. From there I moved too close to an endcap with belts on it.

"Nudging them with a shoulder some fell to the floor. I immediately faked a disturbing yelp and knelt down to pick them up. Scott crouched with me and I allowed him a brief shot up my micro mini skirt. Panties in full bloom. My camisole easily fanning forward in the cleavage showing my bra's effect in bulging my breasts under pressure. He looked, I sheepishly smiled.

"Behind me Kyle stood waiting, very closely. I looked up directly into his crotch and turned beet red in the face. I'm not certain if he did that on purpose, being so close or whether he just wasn't thinking. Everything was brief as Scott placed the belts back on their hooks. Kyle acted like a gentleman and offered me a hand up. Accepting it I faced him and delivered my best performance of bulging eyes and nibbled lower lip in seeing his erection beneath his jeans. No mistaking that. I wasn't even trying that hard yet. In my devilish mind I could only imagine how hard he might have gotten if I had shown him my panties instead. Standing close to Kyle I could almost say if I stepped forward an inch my chest would touch his. I can honestly admit I wanted to but dimwit me kept it in check.