We had a deal. Well, she had a deal and I had to deal with it. Which meant that it was a challenge, and I am always up for a challenge.
The deal was that I was not allowed in any way to seduce her until she had finished the paper she was writing for class the next day. Understandable. A student has to get things done–and let the record show I would have been completely content sitting and reading some dirty magazine while she worked, but she had to do the stipulation thing, and I have always had problems with authority.
Plus, I had a myriad of factors urging me in the direction of seduction. Let me list for you a few of those things now:
#1. She has the whole sexy college student and wearing naughty underwear thing going on.
#2. She is wearing naughty underwear.
#3. The reason I know she is wearing naughty underwear is because she is doing her homework in nothing but a tight white shirt and naughty underwear–which in lesbian talk means fuck me while I'm trying to do my homework. Obviously.
There is just something about papers and books and other office supplies that really turn me on. So there she is. Sitting on the couch surrounded by books and other educational paraphernalia and I just want to fuck her for it.
I keep looking up over the book that I'm supposed to be reading, looking for some sign that she won't be mad at me for the next week if I launch some major distraction. I really get no sign of yes or no from her–risk analysis is over. The consequences have been weighed. The mission begins now.
I had to create a diversion–it would be too obvious if I just got up from where I was sitting and sat next to her on the couch. The kitchen. It was flawless. I get up and the mission has officially started.
"Want anything to drink, baby?"
"No, I'm fine," she said, "I can see your right ass cheek, though."
I happened to also be in panties. This should go fairly smoothly, right?
I poured myself a glass of water and with my book sat down in the most unassuming, nonchalant way possible. Set down the water, opened to the fake page I was reading and sat. Patience is a virtue, being horny is its fatal flaw.
I leaned over and kissed her neck.
She looked over the top of her glasses at me, "We've already talked about this."
I smiled, "I will have you begging me, within the next fifteen minutes."
"Kiss my ass," she said as she went back to her paper.
"That's a start," I said under my breath.
I kissed her again, right behind her ear. I got a sharp elbow in my ribs.
"I'm fucking serious, Anne." She said, but she smiled when she looked back at her American Literary Works 1800-1950 book.
That smile, was a window. A door. A glimmer of hope.
I got up, "I'm sorry baby, I know you have to get this done. I'll leave you alone." I turned and left the room, heading for the toolbox in the utility closet that was in the back bedroom. Duct tape. I needed it. It's a little rough by itself, but if you stick bandana folded longwise over the first section your pretty much set.