Category: seduction

Cherries

“Let me guess,” the bartender asked, setting the glass of water in front of me. “You’re here looking for some company.”

She stared at me expectantly, a slight smile on her glossy-pink lips. I smiled ruefully at her, taking a sip of the icy liquid. “Gee, what gave me away?” I meant it sarcastically, because anyone in the bar could see what I was after, especially another woman. The little black dress gave me away, one of those sparkly knit gowns that clung to every curve, just short enough to make you appreciate a hint of thigh and wonder just how far my legs went up. Or maybe it was the heels, best described as “fuck me” pumps in glossy black patent leather. Combined with the carefully arranged hair and the makeup, I made quite a package for some lucky male to pick up. Problem was, the bar seemed devoid of lucky men, save for a few older men who knew better than to press their luck.

The bartender shrugged and proceeded to polish some glasses while talking with me. “Well, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and I assume you’re here on business. So your partner isn’t here, and you’re looking for a little entertainment to pass a holiday that’s best not spent alone. Especially here in Las Vegas, the city of sin herself,” she laughed. I was amazed, because she really had hit my situation right on the nose. I was here to teach seminars to new real estate recruits, and was miles away from my husband. Not that being home on Valentine’s Day would have mattered anyway, because the bastard would probably be wooing his mistress on the side. Our marriage had deteriorated down to one simple fact: I wasn’t divorcing him because it would cost me too much hard-earned cash. So he played his field, and I played mine, and we basically put up with each other.

“Pretty much right,” I acknowledged, raising my water glass to her. “How’d you know?”

“Past experience,” she confided. “I was sitting in this very bar about three years ago for the same reason, and the bartender working then asked me the same thing.”

“And did you find what you were looking for?” I asked. She found this very funny, exploding in a sudden peal of laughter that had me raising my eyebrows. “Oh, I found it alright,” she grinned. “A nice little lass from the front desk took me home with her that night, and introduced me to a whole better ballgame.” I nearly choked on my water at her answer, staring at her with slight shock. This bartender really didn’t seem the lesbian stereotype. She wasn’t masculine in her features, and she didn’t seem like some of the feminist lesbians I’d known in college.

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Initiation Night

Julie Gates was in her glory. All she’d ever wanted since she came to State College was to be a Delta. Her mother, and her grandmother, had been in the Delta sorority, and to this day it remained THE sorority to belong to. It was initiation night.

The sisterhood was tight. Secrets never left the house. Help was always seconds away if you were in a jam and professors went a little easier on the Delta girls. Life was good. Julie couldn’t wait for the ceremony, the details of which were kept a closely guarded secret. Not even her mother would discuss the ritual with her. All she knew is she would have the ceremonial robe laid out on her bed for her at 9pm that evening.

Only 4 girls were being inducted in to the house. Julie’s room mate Gina, and 2 girls that lived on the first floor of the house as well, Amy and Carlie. There were 21 sisters that would be at the ceremony, Julie and the other pledges would round out the 25 that made the house complete.

At 9 pm there was a knock on the door. Julie and Gina looked at each other anxiously.

Julie’s big sister Ashley opened the door. Big sisters took a pledge under their wing and guided them through to initiation night. Ashley said nothing, she simply laid the white robe on the bed neatly and made her exit. Gina’s big sister Donna did the same thing not 5 minutes later. The girls looked at the robes. They were beautifully laced with gold trim and the Delta insignia.

A soft noise drew the girls attention to the door. A note had been slipped underneath, folded just once. Gina picked it up and read it out loud to Julie.

“You must be in the attic wearing nothing but your ceremonial robe at 9:30pm. Your hair must be worn away from face in ponytail style. Wear no make up, perfume or jewelry. Do not be late.”

Julie drew a deep breath. “I was wondering if we were supposed to be naked under the robe.”

“Well,” Gina replied, “I’m not going naked. How will they know? It’s no ones business what I’m wearing underneath.”

With eyebrows raised Julie whispered to Gina. “I would do just as the note says. You don’t want to mess this up.”

Gina didn’t respond. She simply took off the shirt and shorts she was wearing and slid the robe on over her bra and panties. There was no way anyone was going to see her pudgy body making lumps in the robe. Gina had always been a little heavy and self conscious of anyone seeing her naked. She rarely dated just from fear of a boy making fun of her once her clothes were off.

Julie however did as instructed. Being modest, she turned away from Gina and stripped down to nothing. She loved the cool, soft feel of the silk garment covering her skin. She tied the belt loosely into a knot to keep it closed.
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Sorority Party

My best friend Dee belongs to a sorority. They were having a party tonight and she invited my new boyfriend Brian and I. Not that anybody really needed invitations to a sorority beer bash.

Brian picked me up dressed in jeans and a green shirt, looking almost exactly like he did when I first bumped into him. I would have to do something about his wardrobe. I had dressed to kill. My red mid-length skirt was slit to my waist. My black silk blouse was backless and cut to my navel in front. My braless tits bounced seductively as I moved.

Brian was speechless when he saw me. I planned on surprising him later when I revealed that I wasn’t wearing any panties. I was having way too much fun being the aggressor in our budding relationship.

I spotted Dee as soon as we got there. Dee is shorter than I am, but much more voluptuous. Although she has perfectly huge tits, her waist is relatively narrow. Her hips and ass are five pounds away from being too big. Her dark brown hair and wide, innocent brown eyes have been the undoing of many frat boys.

“Amanda!” she squealed.

We hugged, having to shout to be heard over the music. I introduced her to Brian, whom she also hugged. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, and I assumed he wasn’t used to strange women giving him hugs, let alone one this pretty. I elbowed him good naturedly to remind him that I was his date for the evening, and that I wasn’t exactly chopped liver. My cornsilk blonde hair is long and straight, which accentuates my pale blue eyes. I’m taller than Dee, standing 5′ 8″. My curves are more proportionate than hers. I have a perky C cup with a nice, round ass.

I went to get beers for Brian and I. The woman pouring drinks looked me up and down. Dee had warned me that there were a few lesbians in the sorority. She was very attractive, although a bit masculine. She was slightly taller than Brian, with dark brown hair and an angelic face. Her trim, athletic figure was clothed in jeans and a deep red shirt.

“Well, don’t you look fine tonight, honey,” She said.

“Thanks,” I replied uncomfortably. I could feel her gaze on my back as I made my way to the dance floor.

I was right about Brian’s lack of dancing skills. A number of guys tried to cut in as we danced. A couple of them were pretty hunky, and all of them had big egos. I got a kick out of turning them all down.

Hours later, and more than a few beers, I was in the mood for some dirty dancing.

“Can I use your room?” I asked after I cornered Dee. She lived in one of the house’s rooms on the second floor.

“What for…oh!” She said, blushing. “You mean right now? With Brian? While the party is going?”

“I haven’t been laid in almost a month,” I pouted. “I’m horny and I’m afraid we’ll both be too drunk to do it if I wait.”

“Okay,” she said reluctantly. “But only if you do my laundry tomorrow. I’m not going to sleep those sheets.”
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Intimate Shaving

Tammy and I were having drinks at my apartment. She’s a very outspoken one. She asked if I had ever shaved my pussy. I’m an ex-beautician, and I told her that I shaved mine quite frequently. I had also shaved several customers while I was working.

“I tried it and wound up all prickly, and with a rash. I want to surprise my lover. She has never seen it bare.” Tammy said smiling wickedly at me. She had shocked me a little as I didn’t know she preferred women. My interest really peaked.

“Sure, I can shave you. When do you want me to do it?” She said that then would be a good a time as any. I have had several very sexy encounters while shaving women, and the thought of shaving Tammy make my clit tingle. We had another drink and then I got my shaving paraphernalia out. I asked her to strip. She turned her back and took off her clothes. I caught my breath as she turned around. She has a beautiful svelte body.

I put some soft towels on the kitchen table and Tammy hopped up on it , and lay back. I pulled up a chair and began the delightful task of denuding her lovely pussy. I trimmed her hair close with clippers, then spread her dainty outer lips exposing her bright pink core. Her vaginal folds were wet with her secretions. Her pussy was beautiful, deep pink and gleaming wet.

I wanted to lick her sweet pussy. I could smell the delightful aroma of a clean, aroused sex, and it made my mouth water. I held back and blotted the moisture. I applied the protective salve up and down her tender flesh. She moaned as my fingers coated her exposed flesh and slid up to “accidentally” flick her clit, just peeping out of the folds of it’s hood.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked innocently, looking up her shapely body. Her pert breasts had softened a little as she lay back.

“No, you rubbed my clit. It’s very sensitive. I’m sorry I’m so wet. Having a lovely woman, between my legs looking at my pussy so close, gets me hot.” She said looking down at me.
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Jackies New Friend At the Theater

Jackie sat up in bed, sweaty and frustrated, and looked at the clock. It was 1:00 a.m., and she could not get to sleep. She looked over at Josh, snoring peacefully next to her, and had to resist the incredible urge to hit him with a pillow and make him wake up and fuck her. She’d been lying there masturbating for about ten minutes, hoping he’d wake up and get the hint, but either he was pretending to be asleep or he really was completely out. She suspected the former.

Giving up, she got out of bed and walked naked into the bathroom, where she considered taking a cold shower in the hopes it would help her sleep better…or at least not be so damn horny anymore. Her relationship with Josh had been very strained lately, especially since it seemed he’d totally lost interest in her sexually. He’d been spending more and more hours at the office, calling her with lame excuses for why he was working late. Anytime she tried to talk to him about it, he found a way to back out or change the subject. Meanwhile, not only was she becoming certain the relationship was on its last legs; she was horny as hell with no relief in sight.

As she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, she found herself getting more and more angry at Josh. She was a very attractive woman: 25 years old, with a firm body toned from long hours at the gym. Her hazel eyes were clear and bright, and her shoulder length brown hair was streaked with natural highlights from the sun. She put her hands under her small, firm breasts and squeezed them, running her thumbs over her nipples, then shivered as they became erect. She ran her eyes down her body to her nicely trimmed pussy, admiring the perfect triangle between her legs. Her hands traveled lower, and she spread her pussy lips open and slowly slid a finger between them and rubbed her clit lightly. She moaned and arched her back as she rubbed faster, then abruptly made a decision: if Josh wouldn’t help her relieve some of her sexual tension, she was going to find someone who would.

After dressing in a loose cotton skirt and t-shirt, she quietly left the house and got in her car, pausing to see if any lights in the house would turn on. When nothing happened, she started the car and left, heading for a porn theater on the outskirts of town. She could feel herself tensing with excitement and arousal at the possibilities that lay ahead.

When she arrived at the theater, she noticed there were not many cars there. She took a deep breath, then walked to the door and went in.

“Well, hi there,” the clerk said, flashing her a smile. “Can I help you with something tonight?”

She smiled back at him. “I certainly hope so. Got any good movies playing?”

“Oh, sure. Depends on what you’re interested in,” he said with a sly wink.

She laughed and walked closer to him. “I’m interested in getting off, honey. I’m so horny I could fuck a goat right now.”

The clerk laughed. “Well, we don’t have any of THOSE movies playing tonight, but I’m sure you’ll find something you like. Just pay your six dollars and help yourself. We’ve got three theaters to choose from.”
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Rack Em Up

The bar was smoke filled and crowded for a Tuesday night. I walked up to the bar and ordered my regular, a scotch on the rocks. I winked at the bartender and laid my money down. “Hard day?” she asked. I nodded and sipped my drink. This place was my away, my out. When I was this tense and frustrated, I always stopped by to drown my worries. I quickly drank my scotch and tapped the bar to motion that I was ready for the next one.

The sound of pool clacked in the back room. I swirled around to look and saw that only two tables were being used. Maybe later, after a few more drinks, I’d step up to shoot a game myself. As I turned back to the bar, she caught my attention. She was leaning against the jukebox, pumping quarters in. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back and barely touched the top of her Levi’s. I’d never seen her here before, or maybe I’d just never noticed, I wasn’t sure. Come to my window cranked out of the jukebox as she returned to the back of the bar at a table in the corner.

I continued to watch her as I rolled my scotch around in the glass, enjoying the clinking of the ice cubes. My day had been torture and I vowed to forget all about it tonight with a few drinks and perhaps a game of pool. The bartender noticed that my drink was low and walked over to place another one in front of me. She touched my shoulder lightly and cleared her throat. I turned around and found the drink placed there on the dark mahogany bar. I finished the one I was drinking and grabbed the new one. “Hey babe,” I said to the bartender, “The blonde, in the back….she new here?”

“Oh, she’s been here a few times, but isn’t very regular.” she answered. I spun around again to find the blonde. She was still sitting in the corner, singing with the jukebox, slightly swaying with the rhythm. I noticed that she was drinking whisky and was soon to be finished. What the hell, I thought to myself. You’ve had a bad day, maybe she has, too. I ordered two drinks….a scotch and a whisky before I hopped down from my stool to venture into the back of the bar. I sauntered over to her table, when she looked up at me with the most gorgeous blue eyes.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I saw that you needed another drink.” I said softly as I extended it towards her. She just smiled brightly at me and shoved the empty chair towards me with her foot. I sat down and offered my glass to toast her. Our glasses clinked and we each took a sip before she spoke. “I was hoping you’d come over…..I’d love to shoot a game of pool and had nobody to play with.” I smiled, finished my drink, and stood up. “Well honey, I’m here now, let’s play!” She blushed and stood, too.

I felt a surge of joy shoot through me and welcomed it after the day I’d had. I grabbed our sticks and she deposited the coins that released the balls. We both looked at each other as neither one of us knew who was going to rack. I opened my mouth as she grinned at me with that sexy mouth and told me, “rack ’em up, baby!” I did as I was instructed and felt a warmth take over my body. Not sure if it was the many scotches or her, I decided to just go with it and play along.

Crack! The balls went everywhere, sending them in every direction. A solid dropped into the side pocket and the game was on. I walked to her side where she stood holding her stick tightly while rubbing the blue chalk over the tip. I eyed the table, decided on my shot and bent to take it. My stick slowly slid back and forth between my thumb and finger. I licked my bottom lip as this made me think of playing with her nipples the way I played with the stick. I took my shot and missed.

She giggled and walked to the corner at the other end of the table. She bent over the table, taking a shot that seemed impossible to make. She stretched over the corner, her breasts almost touching the felt. I lost myself in her….looking down her open top at her creamy breasts. Her white bra barely containing them, they seemed to spill out. I imagined touching them, kissing them, sucking her soft pink nipples until they hardened in my mouth. I bit my lip and gasped at the thought. She made her shot and moved to my side of the table. As she passed me, between the table and myself, I caught her scent. She smelled like night blooming jasmine. She was intoxicating.
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Office Taboo

Only one office had lights still on at this hour. The rest of the company had long since gone home on a Friday, but for the young employee the hours drove by with agonizing frustration. Alexa at the age of 18, just graduated from high school and found her first job. She had only been with the company for three months over the summer and would soon start night school to begin her college education along with a full time job. She desperately strives to impress her new boss, Sylvia, but tonight she was struggling with several cost formulas on the computer. It was quarter-end and the deadline to complete the department’s final numbers was tonight.

Alexa had not only been finding herself with a new career but had also been fantasizing with bisexuality. She dated several guys in high school and even engaged in sex, although through her experience, she concluded guys her age were quick, rough, and apathetic towards her sexual needs. She often fantasized how the soft touch of another woman could fulfill her sexual desires. And lately she thought of her new boss, Sylvia.

The executive at 33 years of age was young by company standards. Sylvia was a determined woman, often working long hours and was dedicated to a healthy lifestyle through exercise. With constant exercise Sylvia toned her slender athletic body, fighting family genetics all the way. Strong work ethics and a drive for a healthy body, Sylvia had little time to devote to outside relationships. Office rumors flew that she was a lesbian. However, it could be argued that a lesbian relationship takes more work than a straight relationship; Sylvia acted oblivious of the hearsay and continued her dedicated routine.

It was also the rumors that initially sparked Alexa’s curiosity towards another woman. Alexa naturally was drawn to her boss’s sincere willingness to mentor her and she looked up to her boss’s career success. Alexa’s mind often roamed to Sylvia’s slender body, petite breasts and warm smile and pictured their first lesbian experience at the office. She imagined both of them working late at night and suddenly embracing into a passionate kiss and then being seduced by the older woman. Tonight would have been perfect, except that Alexa didn’t really know if her boss was a lesbian and the fact that a deadline loomed and the stress to complete the spreadsheets stifled her fantasy. “Ugh,” she cried.

“What’s the matter, dear?” Sylvia asked.

“These formulas just aren’t coming out right.”

The two were alone in Sylvia’s office. Alexa was busy working on the computer and Sylvia poured over numbers from piles of paper. Sylvia looked up at Alexa sitting in front of her behind the desk. Her eyes were glued to the monitor and the opportunity presented itself to scan the body of the young graduate. Alexa only 18 years of age showed the fine qualities of youth. Her body was well tanned, her skin was firm and soft, and her long dark hair flowed over her shoulders. Sylvia stared at her breasts which were slightly larger than her own. Alexa usually wore a push-up bra which only emphasized her shapely breasts. Her young employee was immediately a hit with the guys at the office and she often took note of the whispers, nods and winks from the male clientele as Alexa walked by or out of the room. It was amazing how much guys lusted after her. She also was tantalized by Alexa’s beautiful, curvy body.

Syliva stood up and walked around the desk behind Alexa to take a look at the computer screen. She leaned forward and immediately, a strong passionate desire over came her. She looked down towards Alexa’s cleavage and stared at the soft exposed mounds. The pleasant smell of Alexa’s hair rushed through her body and her body responded in a tingling sensation. Sylvia’s hands began to shake in sexual excitement but she had to contain herself. She placed her hands on Alexa’s shoulders.

Sylvia’s hands shocked Alexa. They were warm and comforting but unexpected and it was Alexa’s turn to feel an unanticipated sensual stimulation. She felt her boss’s hands on her shoulders then felt warm breaths through her hair. She desperately wanted to feel Sylvia’s breath on her neck but dared not move.

“OK, the top numbers seem to be working,” Sylvia pointed out.

“But….,” Alexa tried to interrupt.

“It’s the bottom half the needs some work. You need to try and relax. Take a break and come back to them,” Sylvia instructed.

“OK”

“Close your eyes and relax for a second,” said Sylvia.

Alexa’s body shifted in her chair and Sylvia noticed how much control she seemed to have over her employee. Sylvia again stared down at her employee’s youthful breasts and unconsciously raised her fingers against Alexa’s neck and lightly stroked it with her fingernails, one on each side.

“Relax,” Sylvia whispered.

Alexa felt a flood of emotion and her mind raced with a mixture of thoughts. She was so sexually charged but didn’t know how to react to her boss’s tones. She was confused on how to read Sylvia’s touches. Were they innocent? What was going on? Alexa felt a tingle run from the soft strokes of Sylvia’s fingers from her neck, down her breasts, through her nipples and straight to her pussy. Her lesbian fantasies quickly came to her mind. The fantasies she’s had about her boss as she masturbated alone in her apartment late at night. She tried to relax and fought the temptation to reach under her skirt and touch herself. Alexa concentrated on just relaxing, but the sexual sensations were growing stronger. She wanted to take Sylvia’s hands from her shoulders and place them on her breasts, she wanted to turn around and passionately kiss her boss, she wanted to take off her clothes, she wanted her boss to touch her all over, but instead she tried not to show her heightened sexual state.

Sylvia took a deep breath as she realized her fingers were caressing Alexa’s neck. Syliva knew she had to stop this. She had to keep things professional and besides, Alexa never showed any signs of desiring another woman. It was then that Sylvia noticed Alexa’s nipples harden through her blouse and then her chest began to slowly heave up and down. Sylvia listened as Alexa’s breathing quickened and was noticeably shortened. Her inner self was contemplating what was happening. She wasn’t sure if she was manipulating her young employee.
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The Sales Girl

Kathy stood by the front door of Cox Shoe Store waiting for the last few customers of the day leave. It was almost five o’clock and she had a lot to do before Mark picked her up to go to the movies, but as luck would have, at five to five another customer walked through the door. Kathy groaned to herself, “Why me?!?” She looked to see if either of the other salesgirls were free, but no such luck, they were both still showing shoes to the two ladies still seated in the try on chairs.

Kathy moved towards the fiftyish lady who was by now looking at a display of high healed evening shoes and asked, “May I help you ma’am?” “Yes,” she replied, “I’m looking for a pair of black patent leather pumps, something like these, maybe.” The lady was holding a popular black pump with three and one half inch heals. Kathy directed the woman to sit down so she could measure her foot.

Kathy helped the lady slip off her shoe and slid it into the foot measurer. The woman had on a pair of very expensive silk stockings that clung to her perfectly shaped ankle and foot, and while Kathy adjusted the position of her foot, she thought that she heard the lady make a small gasping sound!

Kathy looked up to see if everything was okay, but the woman caught her with a steady gaze, giving her no sign of there being a problem. Kathy made the necessary measurements and announced that she needed to find a 7b in black patent leather pumps.

The lady nodded and Kathy went to the back room to find the pair she needed. When she came back she sat down on the stool in front of the woman and helped her slip it on with a shoe horn, and after working the heal back and forth, the foot finally settled neatly in place. Picking up the other shoe Kathy repeated the process and asked the lady, “How do they feel?”

They feel pretty good, and please call me Carolyn,” answered the older woman. “Well, Carolyn, try walking in them to get a better feel,” said Kathy. Carolyn stood up and walked back and forth on the carpet in front of the chairs and Kathy couldn’t help but notice that for a woman of at least fifty, this woman had a very nice figure. After several moments Carolyn sat back down, but this time her skirt seemed to have slid much farther up her legs giving Kathy a perfect view of the tops of her black stockings!
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The Gift

We met at an office Christmas party. One of those deals in a hotel bar where the employees are busy schmoozing and the spouses are left not knowing what to say to one another. We ended up sitting next to each other at the bar and introduced ourselves. We had a few drinks as we watched others awkwardly figuring out what to do with themselves. We started talking and laughing and having a few more drinks. The bar was getting more crowded and we moved closer together so that our thighs touched and our arms brushed every once in a while. We started talking about things we had never done, like body shots, and she put her hand on my knee. I looked over and said, “I’ve never done that before either.”

We left the bar with our drinks and headed upstairs to my hotel room. We kicked our shoes off and sat down facing each other on the couch and talked some more. After what seemed like an eternity I began to rub my fingers down her arm and she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were so soft and supple as they parted ever so slightly and we tentatively touched tongues, wrapping them around each other. She sucked on my lower lip and I showered her lips with soft nipping kisses. She moved her hands from my shoulders down to surround my tits with her fingers. I could feel her rubbing my nipples, her palms sliding over the silk of my blouse. She leaned down and began to suck my nipples through my shirt. I could feel the dampness of the fabric moving against my skin as I put me hand on the back of her head and held it trying to get her to take more of my nipple into her sweetly sucking lips. I reached down and grabbed her hand and we stood and moved over to the bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed as I moved back and began to unbutton my shirt letting it fall off my shoulders and drift to the floor. I unhooked my bra and peeled it off slowly letting her eyes feast on my full lush tits. Locking eyes with her, I licked my index finger with the very tip of my tongue and touched my nipples bringing them to hard peaks. I bent down and unzipped my skirt leaving the pink silk panties. I ran my wet fingers down my stomach and between my legs keeping my eyes on her the whole time.
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Eat A Peach

tanding under the shower running my soapy hands between my legs, I thought back to when I first met Tracy over a month ago. She showed up at my door in short cut-offs with those tanned, dancer’s legs, a tight, shoestring halter hugging petite breasts, and mountain lake blue eyes that made my legs go weak. That image still causes my pussy to tingle.

Tracy was a sophomore scrambling to get a psychology term paper finished. A mutual friend sent her over to my apartment with the suggestion that I could help. I was a 4.0 senior psych major, and many people came to me for last minute assistance. Usually I charged a token amount to help them put their papers together.

The closer to their deadline, the more I charged; but I was always fair. If they were short on cash, I would accept favors like cleaning my apartment or washing my VW. When I opened the door and saw Tracy, charging her a fee was the last thing on my mind. Fucking her was all I could think about. She was gorgeous, and I was in love.

As it turned out, her paper was due the next day and she was desperate. When it came time to discuss payment, she said, “I’m so embarrassed, but I’m broke until my parents send my next check. If you can let me ride for a week or so, I can pay you then.”

We were sitting on my bed going over her notes, but I had spent more time looking at those smooth, tanned legs than her assignment. At one point, a few papers fell on the floor. She leaned down to pick them up, her body brushing mine so close I could feel her warmth. I wondered if she did it on purpose so I could smell her; a fragrance so fresh and clean, her shampoo or body wash was a light peach scent. Was she as juicy as the fruit? It was all I could do to resist finding out right then.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” I said as if deep in thought. “Most people pay me right away. Maybe we could make other arrangements.”

“What kind?” she said with a gleam in her eye.

“Well, favors or something.”

She thought for a moment then said, “I don’t mean to freak you out or anything, but can I ask you a very personal question?”

“Ask me anything,” I said, my heart melting.

“Well . . . are you by any chance into girls? You know, are you bi or lez?”

“And if I was,” I said. My pulse raced.

“Then I could pay you with pleasure.”

Her smile was innocent girl-next-door, but her eyes told me I could be in for the fuck of my life.

“I promise I will make it worth your while,” Tracy said, reaching out and running her hand along my bear leg. “It would be fun.”

I leaned forward until our lips were almost touching. “The answer to your personal question is yes, I love having sex with girls, and yes, I’m very bi. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Our first kiss was the most sensuous I have ever had. Her lips were so soft and inviting, I never wanted to stop; her taste was heavenly. We explored each other’s mouths until our breathing started to get out of control. I pulled away and looked deep into her eyes.

“As much as I’d love to get paid in advance, if we keep going, I know we’ll never get your paper done.” My pussy was on fire and I wanted so much to go on.

“I know,” she said with a cute little pout.

I held her stack of notes out at arms-length from her, and with a wicked smile I said, “So when can I expect payment?”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Dying to spent the night with you,” I said in anticipation.

“Then don’t plan to get any sleep.”

I moaned as she leaned in, kissing me hard. Her tongue was everywhere in my mouth.

We worked until two in the morning finishing her paper- much longer than it should have taken. That is because we spent more time kissing that composing. The next day, Tracy got an A+ on her paper, and that night she received another A+ for letting me eat the juiciest peach I had ever seen.

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