Flirting and teasing

You tell yourself that you should stop flirting with him, or at least tone it down, but you can't resist. You've always been a bit of a tease, ever since boys first started to notice you when you hit puberty. You enjoy the feeling of power it gives you, the sense that you're controlling the thoughts of men, and loving the attention you get.

You sit on the edge of Nicole's bed and pick up one of the shoes, smiling at Keith as you slip it on and buckle the back strap. You're almost the same shoe size as Nicole, and the shoes fit well if a little tight. You stretch your leg out and admire the pump on your foot, giving Keith another coy smile as you do it.

"Be a dear and hand me the other shoe," you say with a teasing look, even though the shoe is easily within your arm's reach. He gives you that roguish grin again, the one that makes your belly flutter, and hands it to you, his eyes lingering on your face.

You bite your lip and buckle the other shoe on, then slide off the bed and stand, taking a few steps and posing for him with a smile.

"See how they give my calves better definition?" you ask, smiling at him over your shoulder. "They push my butt out too."

"Mmmm, I see what you mean," he answers softly, his eyes roaming up your legs. You give a slow twirl to show off, your loose t-shirt flaring a bit as you spin. You see him notice, and feel a growing warmth inside you from his admiration. There's a noticeable bulge in his pants, giving you another flutter in your belly, and despite the warnings the sensible part of your mind is sending you decide to take your teasing further.

"Oh, I didn't tighten the strap enough," you say with a pout. You bend at the waist and fiddle with the strap, knowing your t-shirt is rising up to show off your ass, knowing that your pretty little pussy can be seen between your thighs. You grin as you hear him clear his throat nervously, loving the effect you're having on him.