He leans in for a kiss

Matt wasn't about to turn down an invitation like that. He also wasn't going to go crazy and start by grabbing her tits. If she wanted him to go faster, he'd have no problem speeding up.

Her lips felt full and soft against his and he dared put a little tongue into it.

Natasha giggled and pushed him away. "I didn't say you could. I just asked if you wanted to."

"You are a tease aren't you?" Part of him wanted to spit the words at him but the smarter part was paying attention. So Natasha was a tease? She could afford to be. If every guy in the world wants you, you get to make the rules.

"I can be a tease," she said. "But who knows. Maybe I'll be worth it in the end."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning it's been fun. Thanks for the, uh, walk. I'll see you in class."

"Can I have your phone number?"

"You going to send me dick pics?"

"Only when you ask for one."

She laughed. "I can't fault your confidence. Okay. Give me your phone."

She spent a bit longer than strictly necessary to put in a phone number. Which was explained when she handed it back. "Not a bad collection of numbers for one week's work. Just so you know, though, I'm not interested in being one of a string."

"Good to know."

"Like I said, see you in class."

Matt wiped his brow and watched Natasha as she walked toward the parking lot. Did she, he wondered, practice that walk? Did she know how ever step, every twitch of her hips, sent the entire student body into fits of hornyness in the case of the straight guys and lesbian girls, and abject jealousy in the case of straight women and not a few gay guys? Or was it just something that came naturally to her? All he knew was that he wanted her. Of course he had a ways to go before she'd agree to his dream... a threesome with her and Tanya with, perhaps, a few other girls thrown in.