Tonight I was going to a nightclub and it was going to be a special night. I've been to nightclubs before, and several times to the one I was going to tonight. It wasn't the nightclub that was making the night special. It was the seduction. Tonight I was finally going to be seduced.
How did I know? It was easy. Sean would be at the nightclub and he's always trying it on. Tonight I just wouldn't be fighting him off so determinedly. I would reluctantly let him entice me outside for a bit of smooching. Reluctant, because I'm always a little reluctant, knowing he'd be trying to do more than just kiss me. However, tonight I'd just be a little less convincing when I slapped his hands away and we'd see what developed.
Now some people might think it's a little cold-blooded to go to a night club and deliberately staking out a man to seduce me. I don't think it is. It's the hot blood that has made me finally decide to go that last little step. Really, at nearly nineteen, I'll probably be the last of my group to lose my virginity, and Sean is a nice guy. I was pretty sure he'd take care of me.
I dressed with special care for my night out. The dress had to be just right. It would be pretty hard to get myself seduced if Sean couldn't take proper advantage of me. So a shortish dress, tight, but not too tight, so that it showed off my figure but could be pushed up at the appropriate time. Also, shoe-string straps that could be easily slipped off my shoulders, and a bra-cup built into the dress so I wouldn't need to wear a real bra. I'd spent a couple of weeks finding just the right dress.
Once in the night club I had a couple of drinks to steady my nerves, but only a couple. I did not want to find myself plastered and not knowing what happened. Then I cruised around, beating off the guys I didn't want, waiting for Sean to make his approach.
Eventually Sean turned up and he made a bee-line for me as soon as he spotted me. I didn't need to place myself strategically, which was what I'd planned. He came in, spotted me, and headed on over. Flattering, and doing my ego no harm whatsoever.
We chatted and danced for a while, both of us flirting madly. Inevitably Sean suggested that we take it outside for a while. I was hesitant.
"Um, you know how you get when we're alone," I pointed out.
"Hey," he says, lifting his hands defensively, "Just a little bit of kissing and cuddling where it's a bit more private. You know I wouldn't push you into anything."
He kept on sweet talking me, at the same time slowly edging me towards the door. He was smooth. He had me outside almost before I knew it, holding me against him.
We wandered hand in hand through the car park, heading for a quieter spot where there were no lights. We could see some other couples scattered around, none of us wanting to approach anyone else.
We finished up to one side of the car park where an overhead light had burned out, leaving our immediate area a little darker than it was supposed to be. Sean leaned back against a car, pulling me lightly against him. Then he kissed me.
Sean was a very good kisser. He could make me forget everything but his lips on mine, his ardour burning me. It wasn't until he actually pinched one of my nipples that I realised that he'd eased the shoe-string straps down and effectively bared my breasts.
"Sean," I protested, trying to push his hands away and straighten my top. "You promised to behave."
"No, I didn't," he said with a laugh. "I just promised not to push you into anything."
Ignoring my hands feebly pulling at his he started stroking my breasts. I could feel them swelling under his touch, my nipples hardening and standing out.
"You have beautiful breasts," he whispered. "It would be a crime if I couldn't give them at least one little kiss."
He bent his head, capturing a breast with his mouth, sucking lightly on it. My hands were in his hair, clutching at him, while I made a few feeble protests, protests which he ignored. His head moved across to my other breast, kissing and sucking, and then he lifted his head and started kissing me again.
Even while he kissed me I could feel his hands moving across my breasts. I liked it, liked the rasp of his hands against my sensitive flesh, the way his palms rubbed against my nipples, agitating them, sending little spirals of excitement downwards, starting a fire burning deep inside me.
He was good, I have to admit it. Somehow he dropped a hand away from my breasts and started inching my dress up. He was so smooth that when his hand brushed across the front of my panties I thought he must have put it up my dress, but no, he'd hitched my dress high enough that my panties were on show.
"Hey, I'm only touching a little," he murmured. "We've done this before. There's no harm in a little touching."
True, we had done this much before, but generally with me protesting a whole lot more and trying to push his hand away. Now my protests seemed to lack a certain something, with my hand resting on his rather than pushing it away.
I have to admit I wasn't completely surprised when his hand finally slipped inside my panties and he started stroking my naked flesh. And it was naked, I found. He'd even managed to ease my panties down.
"Sean," I protested again. "You shouldn't be doing that."
"Relax, sweetheart, relax," he crooned. "I'm just petting you a little. It feels good, doesn't it?"
It did. Real good, but I wasn't going to admit it. I just stared at him with my eyes wide, trying to look reluctant and nervous. There again, I don't suppose I had to try too hard to look nervous. Things were going as expected, and that was making me nervous in itself.
"Listen, why don't you touch me a little? Appreciate the differences."
