Would You Be Mine

Notes [Last revised February 1, 2025]:

○ This is our entry for the Valentine's Day contest 2025.

○ All characters are voting age products of the authors' imaginations.

© Copyright 2025 by MindsMirror. All rights reserved.

Cupid's New Year's Eve Play

~ Cupid ~

"Happy New Year and congratulations, Dana!" Dirk exclaimed holding his champagne flute out for her to toast.

She raised her glass and gently clinked the crystal to his. The celebratory ringing was still fading as she replied, "Thanks and Happy New Year to you, Dirk. I couldn't have gotten through it without your assistance."

"You did the work, I just helped you figure out how to learn it," he redirected her praise and tilted the bottle on the cheap Formica counter-top island to inspect the label.

His dismissal of his contributions frequently put others off, but she loved that this was kind of how he worked. He was unassuming and rather cute for a nerdy Calculus Professor. She watched his deep blue eyes twinkling mischievously for a moment then he lifted the half filled glass of bubbling golden fluid and downed it. When he set it back upon the counter, she giggled and then mirrored his actions. Watching him intently she mindfully placed her flute directly adjacent his causing the crystal to ring as the flutes gently kissed.

There was an unfamiliar tension which was amplified by an eerie harmonic resonance that changed pitch as he refilled their champagne flutes. It triggered feelings in each of them

We aren't quite alone are we?

They watched each other as shivers ran up both their spines. Each shook off the odd presence and felt the urge to relocate. Dirk gathered the bottle along with his glass. He headed into the small sitting area, "So, have you made any resolutions, Miss Martin?" he asked her as he might in his lecture hall.

She followed him, pausing only to kick off her shoes beside the apartment door, "I plan to make you proud of me in graduate school --"

Cutting her off quickly, he said, "Don't be silly; I'm already proud of you! Besides, you should be doing this for yourself."

"I am, but I'd be lying if I denied how it feels to get your approval," she admitted.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said

silly

that's demeaning," he attempted to correct the verbal blunder.

"Stop that, you know I want unfiltered Professor Martin," she assured him pressing her hand on his shoulder briefly. "What about your resolutions?"

He thought for a moment, worrying if he should tell her. The warmth of her touch diminished as they continued toward the love-seat and assumed their positions at each end. Dana sat back to study him and positioned her glass on the table as she waited.

He debated on which resolutions he might reveal and suddenly blurted out a random choice, "I guess it's time to find a wife and settle down."

"I see --"

"Of course, I'm going to need to find a girlfriend first," he then laughed to cover his Freudian slip which had given away another. Both admissions left out the least pure item which was at the top of his list.

"Oh, is that why you called me over here tonight; you're recruiting me to be your wingman?" she teased placing her hands on her hips and looking down with a wicked grin appearing on her face.

"No, um -- I --" he choked a bit and continued, "I wanted you here. You graduated with marks and I'm certain you'll excel in the Biology graduate program!" Her expression was unchanged, so he added, "I was serious about how proud I am of you."

She relented a bit, "Well, it only took me twice to pass Calc 201," she exaggerated and sighed. "At least Mom got to watch me walk and it was nice to have her here for Christmas. She's the one pressuring you to get married, right?"

"Yeah, she

really

wants grand babies," he answered truthfully. "I can't tell you how many times she brought it up while she was here. I'm sure she's lonely, knocking around in that house with Dad gone," he said and took another sip. "If I let myself think about it much; I'd probably admit I've been kind of lonely too. You know it's been nearly four years since I've had a date?"

"That's suspiciously close to when you started teaching; isn't it?" she asked reaching for her drink.

"Yeah, but --"

"Don't give me butts. I've noticed all of your

little admirers

," Dana said and took a swallow of her bubbly and put her feet upon his lap. "Too bad you can't date your students."

"You know that'd get me fired for sure and if they knew what I was thinking --" he cut himself short.

It'd probably get me a slap right now,

he thought as he took hold of her feet and gently massaged them.

"Does my BIG brother have a dirty mind during his lectures?"

"I try to tell myself it's only when I'm being

blatantly

tempted," he said, shaking his head at his weakness.

"Why have you never confided anything like that was going on to me?" Dana petitioned coyly. "Come on now, give --"

"I shouldn't say," Dirk replied shyly. "Plus, before, I had to keep some professional distance from you."

"I'll give you about a year to stop that," she said watching his hands grip and release her feet. "You literally have no excuses to withhold the information now," she said finishing her flute and refilling both of their glasses on the coffee table.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he offered temptingly as he continued gripping the toes of each foot with soothing pressure.

"You simply must dish; you're driving me crazy with curiosity. You can't float a line like that out there and leave me hanging."

"There have been so many, but I guess these temptations break down into a few distinct categories. Let me think. Well, there are -- the flirts -- the note passers -- the office visitors -- the close soft speakers -- "

Dana's feet fidgeted and she interrupted, "I can't believe you never said anything!"

"Oh yeah that's not all, there have been flashers -- at least two kinds of flashers," Dirk said looking distant.

"Two kinds?"

"Yeah, at least and maybe there's a third," he said stroking a nonexistent beard on his smooth chin. "There are the ones that wear skimpy skirts with little or no underwear and there are the ones that either wear push-up bras that show a lot of cleavage or simply go bra-less and strategically allow their shirts to fall open while I pace the front trying to make eye contact and engage with the class. How do they get that move down?"

"Just to be clear, the two kinds are those with and without undergarments?" she pressed him.

"Hmm, I was thinking tops and bottoms, but maybe your classification is better," he replied, thinking it was probably another male faux pas to classify them as ones that flashed their tits or pussies.

"What's the third, you were thinking of?"

"Yeah, I like your classification better, less objectifying. Duly noted," he said without really telling her.

"Oh, Professor Perv was thinking body parts -- tits, cunts and bums, weren't you?" she teased.

"I'm just the observer here," Dirk replied defensively.

"Sorry, I'll try not to judge you too harshly," she said and pretended to take some notes in the air.

"Thanks, for that," he nervously took another big swallow. "Why do you want to hear this?"

"I want to understand. It's not so unlikely that I may find myself in the same situation. How am I suppose to act if I'm the professor?" she played it off coolly directing him to thinking of her with her own professorship should she complete her doctorate.

"Oh, so it's purely academic?" he asked imagining her in front of a class full of guys. "Would guys actually do that or are you worried some gals would too?" he wondered half aloud.

She took a big gulp, swallowed and said, "Yeah suuure it's plausible just like I bet your classifications were politically correct." She was dying to get more and changed tact to see if she could coax something out of him, "Well, you know I'd like some specifics, but I can see you're unwilling to give me much detail."

"Yeah, mostly --", he trailed off and drank the rest of his glass. He leaned over her feet and partially refilled both of their flutes for the forth time emptying the bottle. He seemed to ponder telling her more, but said, "We're quite a pair, being titillated over my student's flirtations."

"Who else could you tell?" she attempted. "You know I'd never betray your trust. Besides, how else am I to be your wingman unless I know what you're looking for in a woman?"

"I guess that's true," he said thoughtfully. "You're right -- on all counts," he wondered if the drink was clouding his judgment already.

"So, to be clear, they're actually flashing you in the classroom?" she asked a little incredulously but clearly leading him to open up more.

"Yes, and it's surprisingly often," he admitted while wondering if she'd seen any of them when she'd been in his classes.

"Are they subtle or --"

"Some are subtle but others are just

flagrantly

sneaky. They wait until I'm looking in their direction and spread their legs open with everything in full view."

"That's so naughty, but you look; don't you?"

"Well, I can't really interrupt class and ask them to stop or quickly turn my head away, now can I?"

"I suppose not," she said pensively. Then suddenly a question boiled to her full perky lips, "They really flash pantyless?"

"Yes, some have no panties and some have no -- um -- hair," he answered and began turning decidedly pink.

"Ah ha, now we're getting somewhere," she took another note in the air. "I'm inferring from your hesitation, that you like seeing them

shaved

?" she boldly asked him hoping he might squirm or maybe ask if hers was. Hers wasn't currently, but she could imagine doing so again; especially given the right circumstances or motivations.

"What warm blooded guy doesn't?" he asked, as he turned a shade redder.

"Some guys like it decorated," she said shifting her feet in his lap unexpectedly.

That sounded like a double entendre to him, but he deflected, "Both are nice."

"So you don't like them decorated?" she persisted.

What is she asking me?

he wondered with a quizzical look on his cute face.

"Okay, we'll skip that one," she relented. "What's the naughtiest thing anyone has done?"

"One time in my office, a woman pressed herself against my hand on the arm of my chair," he replied quickly.

"You didn't even have to think about it, but it doesn't sound very risqué."

"She was pantyless and wet. I had to tell her it was very flattering, but I couldn't reciprocate."

"But I bet it excited you though; did you sniff your hand after she left?"

"Yes, I mean, well, I am a heterosexual male," he replied.

The memory of licking the residue off when she'd left flashed through him like a bolt arousing him in an instant. He hoped she wouldn't notice or feel it with her feet.

"And you weren't leading her on; right?" her feet felt something that increased her arousal.

"Oh no, I'm not especially charming. If anything, I try to casually look to another student when any particular woman is attempting to bewitch me in class, but sometimes they are very seductive. So I look," Dirk told her with another distant stare.

This alluring thoughtful pose piqued her curiosity even more. "What?" she asked.

"What -- what?"

"You're thinking about someone very juicy; I can tell!" she exclaimed.

"An admirer once sent me photos, they didn't show her face and I spent the last part of the semester trying to figure out who it was and which class she might be attending."

"Did you discover who had sent them?"

"No -- the semester ended," he sighed, a little forlorn.

"What would you have done if you'd figured it out?" she pried, fully aware this was worsening the slickness developing between her lips.

I wonder if he can smell my moistness over there?

"Hmm, nothing I guess," he replied.

I'd obsessed over those pictures and studied them closely, but why?

he wondered. "I know it's rhetorical now, but what do you think I should have done if I had?" Dirk asked and really looked at her now, his penetrating eyes deeply gazing upon her for the first time this evening. His singular focus made her feel as if they were the only people in the world.

He took all of her in as she thought about her answer. Dana averted her eyes first; she wasn't going to give him the teasing flip answers she'd given until now. She weighed the various pros and cons of honesty on this subject. Her feet wriggled in his lap as he continued working pressure points attempting to avoid his stiffness.

Is that erection because of the topic or me?

she wondered briefly. As she engaged his question, her finger traced lightly on her lips. They were full, pink and a little pouty.

They looked like they would be perfect to kiss,

he thought suddenly. The idea hit Dirk forcefully and he struggled to breathe normally, while continuing to observe.

Tonight her long light brown hair hung forward over her shoulders framing the full cleavage visible in the

V

of her buttoned white shirt. Her skirt was a red and green holiday plaid that came to her knees. It gave a nice view of her long slender legs and now bare feet with brightly painted red toenails. His hands moved up to her ankles and moved back.

"I guess it'd depend," she said at last. She looked him squarely in the eyes, "I mean if you thought she was the ONE; it might have been okay, right? Worth the risk I mean..."

"Hmm. Yeah, maybe," he answered thoughtfully.

Suddenly she removed her feet from his lap to stand and eagerly asked, "You think mine is cold by now?"

"Aren't you the thirsty one?" he asked.

If only you knew how thirsty,

she thought. "It's pink," she resumed her teasing.

"It doesn't taste that much different, does it?"

"Well, it's pink," she repeated a little poutily.

"Fine," he said, joining her to go to the refrigerator. "We should eat something though."

God I wish,

she shivered and then remembered, "Oh, yeah, I brought strawberries and a can of spray whipped cream."

"Don't tell me you want to do whipped cream shots," he chided.

"Party pooper."

"I'll pop this bottle open, you get the strawberries," he tried to remain serious.

"Alright," she agreed and set to work topping them and putting them in a bowl at the sink under the cold water.

Dirk idly stared at her working as he set about removing the foil from the bottle. His eyes widened with surprise as her nipples began to stand out on her blouse prominently. He turned his reddening face away so he could toss the foil in the garbage. As he rotated back, she was looking at him and he averted his eyes while he rationalized the frigid winter water might be responsible for their excited state. He focused on twisting the wire loose until he could remove it.

He looked back to her and warned, "Here it comes!" The forcefulness of the pop made him think,

I could probably use that kind of release. Stop looking at them you're her brother.

She turned to watch him prying the cork to the point of popping. The pop startled her, nonetheless, and she felt her chest jostle her breasts exciting her nipples even more. But more than that, she observed the way he watched, almost longingly. He knew she'd seen him looking but could hardly believe he'd never really seen her before. He hadn't looked at her the way he was now. He looked down and refilled their glasses, then attempted to focus on breathing naturally as he returned to the love seat with his flute and the new bottle.

She brought the bowl of heart shaped berries and her flute back to the coffee table. Darting back into the kitchen she grabbed the can of whip cream and joined him at the love seat. "Maybe just one," she said.

She turned the can up, spraying her mouth completely full of cream while inhaling the gas propellant. The white fluffy mixture was overflowing a bit as she bent to grab a strawberry and pressed it into her mouth. Some cream spilled out as she closed her mouth to chew it. Dirk watched intently as her tongue licked her lips clean. Finally, she picked up her newly filled glass of pink champagne and gulped the whole thing down. Then she handed him the can, watched him raise it and take a spray himself. She placed a strawberry between his awaiting lips and wiped the overflow from the corner of his mouth with her index finger.

Still bent slightly she licked his cream off her finger slowly and seductively. He chewed the tangy berry and repeated her action of swallowing down the pink bubbling liquid from the crystal. He vainly attempted not to think about the cleavage she was showing him while bent forward, the way her tongue curled around the digit or reinvigorating stiffness he felt occurring in his pants.

"You're a bad influence," he said as he watched her tongue work.

When he set the can on the table, she sat right against him instead of sitting at the end as she had. The warmth of her bottom further engorged him. Dirk adjusted slightly, wondering if she could feel him pressing into her.

She wriggled herself closer casually adjusting him between her cheeks and said, "Well, a wingman has to know their partner's limits."

"Who are you thinking of setting me up with?" he croaked.

"Hmmm, I need to gather more information, likes, dislikes, turn-ons, turn-offs, age limits and so on."

You think that's going to do it?

Harmi asked.

Yeah, we can circle back later to check,

I suggested.

You love admiring your handy work,

she teased me pulling me in close for a kiss.

I fondled her gently until the kiss was broken,

I thought you did too.

Let's take this back to your place!

she said returning my groping.

Dirk wakes up New Year's Morning

Dirk

I awoke in my bed beside a comfortably warm body on New Year's Day. My arms were wrapped around a full busted feminine form with my hands cupping the soft fleshy skin of unencumbered breasts. Mindlessly, my thumbs feathered across excitedly stiff nipples as if this were somehow normal. My head was pounding but I could vaguely remember telling Dana she couldn't drive back to her apartment and I realized almost immediately that she was the one under the covers snuggled against me. My normal morning erection awkwardly pressed against her and at the same moment, her silky bottom rubbed back against my underwear. Somehow having our undergarment bottoms intact confirmed that we most likely hadn't completely given in to lust last night. However, my hands cupping her breasts felt heavenly and my fingers continued feeling her up as if they had a mind of their own. In my waking state, I should have stopped myself as soon as I realized what was occurring, but was somehow unable or unwilling.

Stop groping her you idiot, that's your sister

, I hear a little voice telling me as I was finally able to regain my composure. The problem was that my hands were still around them and removing them could quite literally awaken her. Either way, one or both of us could be very embarrassed.

I lay there debating upon getting up, but my head felt better when I was on my side. As soon as I tilted it upward it began throbbing and I instantly turned it back toward Dana to watch her sleep. There was no doubt how lovely she was nor how comforting watching her made me feel to the core of my being. The cover's gentle rise and fall seem hypnotic and my eyes longed to see what my hands felt. It was a wonderful trap. I didn't dare to wake her because of the fear of shaming either of us, but feared losing contact with her magnificence at the same time. I entered a worry spiral as I envisioned her rousing to find me groping her and how she might react but couldn't bring myself to extricate my hands for fear of the same reaction.