She does but she plays it safe

Ashleigh knew that fucking Frank would be the best way to piss off Teddy, but the mere thought of him made her skin crawl. She couldn't do it, not even to mess with her ex-husband. Instead, she settled on the student, the cute blonde guy. He was the safest option, probably single and horny.

She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying as she walked. "What can I get for you, handsome?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

The student looked up at her, his eyes wide. "Uh, just a beer," he stammered, his face flushing.

Ashleigh laughed and made her behind the bar, "You'll have to be more specific, honey. We've got so many choices!"

The blonde boy looked overwhelmed by her teasing. "Uh, whatever you think is good," he muttered.

"I'll take care of you," Ashleigh promised. She picked a light beer, guessing he was a lightweight.

"What's your name, sweetie?" she asked, handing him the bottle.

"Patrick," he replied, tentatively sipping the beer. He was so nervous Ashleigh couldn't help but find it endearing.

"I'm Louisa," she said, leaning over the bar, her breasts nearly spilling out of her halter top. "You're so cute. How old are you, anyway? Should I even be serving you?"

Patrick laughed, his cheeks flushing even darker. "I'm n-nineteen. You can see my ID, if you want."

Ashleigh shook her head, smiling at him. "That won't be necessary. I believe you." She looked him up and down, admiring his slim frame and messy hair. "Are you a student?"

Patrick nodded. "I'm in my second year of uni. I'm studying English literature."

"How interesting," Ashleigh said, leaning further towards him. She could feel her breasts pressing against the edge of the bar, and Patrick's eyes couldn't help but dart towards them. "I went-" Ashleigh stopped, remembering she was Louisa and not herself. "I never went to uni. Which is why I'm a bartender." She smiled, hoping Patrick hadn't noticed her mistake.

"Uni isn't for everyone," Patrick said, his eyes lingering on her breasts. "My parents wanted me to go, but I didn't want to be stuck with a huge debt."

"Oh, you're a smart boy," Ashleigh purred. "I can tell." Patrick couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her breasts, and Ashleigh felt a rush of power. She had never been so brazen, and it was exhilarating. "You seem like you might be strong too. Do you think you could help me change a barrel? The boss man is always too busy."

Patrick nodded, his eyes glazing over with lust. "Sure, I'd be happy to help."

Ashleigh led him down the bar and towards the storeroom. As they entered, she flipped on the light, and Patrick saw the barrels stacked neatly in the corner.

"So, you just want me to help you move them?" Patrick asked, his voice slightly nervous.

"I'm afraid I lied," Ashleigh said, her tone mischievous. "I don't actually need help moving the barrels."

Patrick blinked, confused. "I don't understand," he said, his brow furrowed.

"The truth is," Ashleigh said, closing the distance between them, "I just wanted to get you alone. And now that we're here, I can do whatever I want." She reached out and touched his arm, feeling the muscles tense beneath his skin.

Patrick was speechless. His mouth opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. Ashleigh felt her heart beating fast in her chest. She was in control, and it was thrilling.

She leaned towards him, her lips inches from his. "I want you," she whispered. "And I think you want me too." Her hands wandered down his body, caressing his chest and his abdomen. Patrick's breathing was ragged, and Ashleigh could feel the tension in him.

"I can't believe this is happening," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You'd better believe it," Ashleigh said, her lips ghosting over his. "Because I'm going to make you forget about anyone else you've ever been with."

Her lips met his, and she felt a spark of electricity run through her body. His lips were soft, and his tongue explored her mouth, teasing her with its velvety touch.

Ashleigh pulled him closer, her body pressed against his. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and she wanted nothing more than to see him naked.

"Fuck me, Patrick," she breathed, her voice a throaty whisper. "I want to feel you inside me."

He nodded, his hands trembling as he undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. It was a bit on the small side, but Ashleigh was **** for pleasure.

She pushed him back onto a stack of empty crates, and straddled him, her legs spread. She pushed her thong aside, and lowered herself onto his cock. With Louisa's rather experienced pussy, he was able to slide in easily.

"Oh my god," Patrick groaned, his voice quavering, "this is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Ashleigh smirked, rocking her hips as she rode him. "You're so sweet," she murmured, doing her best to sound sincere. The way the blonde student was groaning and twitching, she could tell he probably hadn't had much experience. But that didn't matter. He was a means to an end, a way for her to tease Teddy and enjoy herself in the process.

"I'm so close," Patrick moaned, his hips bucking upwards. "Can I cum inside you, Louisa? Please?" He was practically begging, his voice strained.

Ashleigh couldn't help but sigh. They had barely started, and he was already ready to blow. "Go on," she murmured, meaning to sound sexy, but her tone came off as annoyed.

Patrick groaned as he came, his little cock twitching inside her. Ashleigh felt his warm seed spurting into her, and she knew it was over. He had been quick, much quicker than she had expected.

She eased off of him, adjusting her thong and smoothing down her leather skirt. Patrick was slumped on the crates, his pants around his ankles, his limp cock still glistening with her juices.

"I can't believe I lost my virginity," he said, his eyes glassy. "That was incredible."

Ashleigh **** a smile. At least that explained his performance. It had been a bit disappointing, but she had enjoyed the power of making him submit to her. "You're welcome, sweetie," she said, her tone saccharine sweet. "You'd better get cleaned up. My boss will wonder where we've been."

Patrick nodded, scrambling to his feet and adjusting his clothing. "Of course, Louisa. Anything for you." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and stumbled out of the storeroom, his face flushed with pleasure. Ashleigh giggled to herself. The poor boy was smitten, he'd probably dream about her for weeks.

As she returned up to the bar, Ashleigh felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Teddy's precious wife had taken a student's virginity, and he had no idea. She could picture his reaction, his eyes flashing with jealousy and betrayal. It was delicious. But it wasn't enough. She wanted more.