Lesson One: Make Them Want You

I am caught in the gravity of her. I am a witness to every movement she makes. I am barely even blinking as she leans into me just enough that I lean into her.

Hopeful, maybe, that she'll be the one to connect first.

Rachel shimmies but only slightly and as she does she pulls back and I find that I'm almost stumbling to keep the proximity I have with her and she laughs and it's light and it's high and it's gleeful in the delight of knowing that she already has me wrapped around her little finger.

"You see," she coos, "It's so simple. A few little moves and a little bit of hope and you don't even have to say anything to get someone completely beside themselves. You're practically drooling looking at me now, and I've barely even begun."

I bite my bottom lip and nod, eagerly focused on her as she narrates her movements while she makes them.

"Imagine what'll happen if I curl these fingers into my breast a little more, showing you just how firm they are and just how much they bounce back when you release."

Smiling, her fingers travel up to trace the line of her clavicle and tease their way onto her long and elegant neck.

"Touching here just makes you wonder what it would be like to bury your lips into the nape here. So you lean in a little closer and you catch a hint of my perfume and that makes you wonder what my skin would taste like because I look like cherries but I smell like spice."

Her foot kicks up and her heel drags along the wall behind her and the little scratch of it makes my eyes dart down quickly and I watch the fabric of her dress, so slight and so elegant, hug her thigh as it slowly peels up it while she moves and exposes more and more of her skin to my sight and the movement has the double effect of pressing her thigh up between my own until it's almost kissing my skin and almost present enough for me to sit down and ride her.

"That makes you wonder, looking at my dress like that, what it would be like to press it up. To snake your hand up. To feel the smooth softness of my inner thighs and then you catch yourself wondering what I'm wearing beneath it and your eyes... Oh yes, look at them now. They just flicked to my shoulders and you noticed that I'm not wearing a bra and now you're caught between two thoughts, aren't you?"

She smiles and her fingers tease at a curl of her hair and twist it while she leans in just enough that when she whispers I have to lean in a little closer to hear her properly.

"How are her breasts so perky if she's not wearing a bra? And... If she's not wearing a bra what else isn't she wearing?"

Her laughter is slight and soft and I swallow hard as I watch her lips and now I'm entranced by them and she has to break the spell by reaching out with her hand and curling her thumb under my chin, turning my face up to look at her.

"Just by whispering I had you staring at my lips and now you're wondering what they taste like. What they feel like. They look so soft and so pillowy and so pouty and so full and when I talk you're noting every syllable of the words I choose and you're leaning in and I'm drawing you in and I'm bringing you so much closer.

"And do you see, Emily? Do you see how much body language can say? Do you see how easy it is to seduce if you know what you're doing? If you take all of the things that you have on you and you play to their strengths?

"I can teach you this, if you want to learn. I can show you how to make someone ache for you just like, I think, you're aching for me. How much do you want it, Emily?"

"I want you," I confess, knowing it isn't what she asked me and not giving a damn about it.

"I know you do," she smiles, "And I have good news and do you know what that is?"

I shake my head and she draws me closer, turning her head slightly while I turn mine.

"You already have me, sweet."

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