Seduce Alaina

"Light up," you say. You nod toward the wide window looking down over the campus. "Why don't you sit over there?" you suggest.

"Yes sir," Alaina says, shaking her hips as she walks over to the spot you suggested. She sits herself down with her back against the wall, legs crossed, pulling her feet out of her heels and tossing them against the door of the office. "Here I am," she says. She flicks the lighter and lights the end of the joint, bringing it to her mouth. She pushes a small smoke cloud out toward you. "Why don't you join me?" she says, patting the ground next to her.

You take your place beside her and she passes you the joint. You take a hit; it's good. Salja knows how to get stuff better than the usual trash around campus, apparently.

"Not gonna lie," Alaina says, taking the joint back. "I was a little hurt when you chose Marlena over me for pong."

You smile. "Maybe I was trying to get you interested by showing off my skills. Inspiring jealousy. Y'know, an attack from several fronts."

Alaina scoffs. "Well," she says. "If impressing me was your goal, then I can't say it was much of a success."

Your hand drifts over to her bare thigh, and you gawk at her nearly-naked body. "I have other skills," you say. "Maybe they would impress you a little bit more."

She smiles, nudging your hand a little closer to the inside of her thigh. "This must be hitting me faster than I thought," she says. "Or else I might guess that you're hitting on me." Alaina looks you straight-on, her eyes smoldering, her smile sexy and intentional.

You move your hand between her legs and lightly touch her labia through her panties. She jumps a little at your touch, but then she leans her head against your shoulder. "Keep going," she says. "I don't want you to stop there, either." You're using your thumb on her clit now as your fingers stroke her from below.