Alas, my potential career as a villain would have to wait until I finished high school, because that was beginning to eat up a lot of my spare time. Since I was in a bunch of advanced-placement classes, my workload was higher than most students, so I had to dedicate a lot more time to studying rather than villainous plotting. After all, didn't most successful villains have a degree under their belt? Dr. Doom, Dr. Robotnik...I'm pretty sure Lex Luthor has a degree...
Anyway, Corrine was falling a bit behind in her chemistry class, so I'd offered to help her study at her house after school.
Little did I know what I'd be getting myself into.
When she opened the door that night, I'm fairly certain I nearly dislocated my jaw. She was dressed in a white lace nightie, the material straining to contain her large breasts within the fabric. Her aforementioned chest was pressed together tightly, accentuating her abundant cleavage that threatened to spill out. Below the bra cups fell a transparent material that highlighted her hourglass curves, stopping just at the bottom of the white string underwear that covered her sex.
She giggled at my reaction, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. "Obviously my parents aren't home right now, and since you've been so kind as to offer to help me study, I figured I'd give you something to look at while we worked."
She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me inside, forcing me ito a tight hug as she closed the door. As she turned to lead me up the stairs towards her room, she revealed that the bottoms of her outfit were a thong, her ass on full display as she purposely swung her hips enticingly. With her back turned, I took a moment to adjust my painfully-straining cock within my jeans without her noticing. Almost as if she had eyes in the back of her head, she tossed her head back over her shoulder towards me, blonde tresses fluttering over her smooth skin. "Enjoying the view?"
Unable to communicate with coherent words, I simply nodded in reply.
We spent the next two hours going over what she was behind on, though she took every opportunity to lean forward or bend down to fetch something as we worked. The strain on the crotch of my jeans was incredible, and I caught her glancing at it every so often, smiling mischievously to herself. She knew full-well the effect she had on me, and ever the tease, she relished in the opportunity to drive me wild.
It's nice to feel desired. I can relate to that...
When we'd wrapped up for the night, she pulled me in for a tight embrace, knowing how much I enjoyed the feel of her breasts against me. I, of course, returned the hug, my hands against the warm flesh of her lower back, so very close to her luscious behind...
"If I didn't know any better," she giggled into my ear, "I'd say you were considering grabbing my ass just now."
"The thought had crossed my mind," I chuckled in reply.
"Mmmm... but you're too much of a gentleman for that," she cooed into my ear, her hot breath making me sigh involuntarily. "That's what makes this so much fun."
"You enjoy teasing me that much?" I asked, unable to hide the disappointment from my voice.
She pulled away instantly a look of concern on her face; of fear that she'd gone too far. "But you like it... don't you, Ian?"
I felt a knot twisting in my stomach as my heart skipped a beat. Crap, I wasn't ready for this!
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