Willing to play along

Bethany frowns as she reads. "What is this? ...'Writ of Free Use'? A license to fuck women?" She looks up. "This has got to be the worst pick-up technique I've ever seen!"

She doesn't believe the card! She thinks the whole thing is a joke. I open my mouth to correct her, but my voice has fled.

"You know," she says conspiratorially. "I always thought you were kind of cute. Especially when you're blushing." It's only then that I realize my entire face is burning.

"I...I..."

"And I've seen the way you've looked at me. Never thought you'd work up the courage to make a pass though." She hands the card back to me and pats me on the hand. "Wanna come inside?"

Holy shit! I think. Is this actually working? Tingles shoot through my body as I step through the door. The room beyond smells like a girl's, smells like her--her scent, a perfume I couldn't possibly identify. It looks...lived-in, her bed unmade, a laptop and some paper notebooks strewn across her desk, a half-filled clothes hamper in the far corner next to the trash can, a couple of ripped-apart cardboard boxes on the floor, a dresser of drawers--one partially open, showing a hint of stacked panties. Bethany strikes a pose in the middle of the clutter, hand on her hip. "What do you want to do to me first?" she asks slyly.

I find my voice again. "What were you reading?"

"Oh...this?" She looks down in surprise at the book still held in her other hand. "It's for an assignment. Moby-Dick. More bearable than I was expecting." She tosses the book on the bed and points an accusatory finger at me. "And if you were about to make the worst joke imaginable and call me your 'white whale', you can just march your butt back downstairs."

"Honestly," I say. "I'm not smart enough to be that stupid." She cracks a big smile at that. Good answer.

I clear my throat, regather my confidence. "Take your top off," I order.

Bethany hesitates, but only for a second. Her hands go to the hem of her overlarge T-shirt and pulls it up and over her head, briefly tangling with her hair. A smooth expanse of skin travels from the shorts clinging to her hips past her cute belly button to the two sizeable orbs straining against her bra. My eyes don't have long to linger, however. She folds her hands behind her back. There's a soft sound of release, the bra drops to the floor, and...there they are!

"Ta da!" she says, cupping her breasts so casually it almost feels sacrilegious. The nipples are fantastic, pointed, surrounded by a soft pink, as good as any I've ever seen online. Her fingers dig into the flesh below, but not by much. Everything's firm, not a hint of sag. I'm utterly petrified.

"What's the matter?" Bethany teases. "You've never seen these in real life before? Tits? Boobs? Knockers? Hooters? Gazongas? Sweater puppies?"

I shake my head slightly, and her expression changes. "Oh...this is your first time, isn't it?" Her eyes drop down to my crotch, where my cock visibly strains against my pants. "What do you want to do next?" she asks softly.