2 comments/ 9414 views/ 0 favorites Teasers By: magmaman I can't say that I hate my job, but the truth is that there are lots of other things I would rather do. The damn conveyor belt never stops, one package after another, nothing fits anything anywhere. Sure, they have those little flat rate boxes that were supposed to help make it easy to pack the damn trucks, but it is amazing how someone can manage to stuff 40 pounds of odd shaped crap into a neat little square box designed to hold maybe 5 pounds tops. They keep coming down the line, pieces sticking out of the sides, duct tape flapping off the sides sticking to other packages. Now the people on the counters are SUPPOSED to tell the customers that "Sorry but you really CAN'T ship your 1948 BUICK in that flat rate box, we don't care HOW much masking tape you put on it!" But they don't. Nice square boxes seem to be round more often than not. So I get to figure out how to get the damned boxes in the damned truck and keep them in the damned truck. Eight solid hours of that with the bosses running around with their goddam stop watches telling us we are taking too long, and I am ready for some brew after work. Which is exactly what I was doing. My old Toyota pickup started up on the 3rd try, letting out a cloud of smoke like she always did. Then she settled down to her nice normal steady clanking sound. I put her in gear and headed off for the Dew Drop Inn, so help me, every town on the face of the Earth has at least one bar named that. No matter, I liked the place. For one thing, they had air conditioning and it felt like it was close to 90 degrees outside, which actually felt good compared to the 10 degrees hotter it was in the shipping department. No way was the government going to pay for air conditioning, what with the budget crisis and all. Hell, they wouldn't turn it on even when there wasn't a budget crisis, I swear, I think the bosses all got commissions for saving money because they wouldn't turn on the heat in the Winter, either. Mary was behind the bar when I walked in the door. Things were looking up, I checked her out as the blast of cold air made the sweat on my face feel like ice for a few minutes. "Danny, Hi!" Mary flashed me a huge smile, doing her job which was to make me feel special. That did make me feel special even though she took great pains to greet everyone who walked in the door the same way. Mary was quite the little tease, and she was good at it. She wasn't what anyone would call gorgeous, in fact she had maybe 5 extra pounds on her tummy, nice big round and soft looking boobs. Her face was roundish also, her dirty blond hair straight as a string and just past her ears. She made up for any shortcomings by wearing perfect makeup and on the skimpy side outfits, plus a bubbly personality that everyone liked. Let's just say she had given me more than one woody from watching her do her thing. I never actually tried to hit on her although I had thought about it. Partly because my girlfriend Sarah had no sense of humor that I could see about things like that, and Sarah was one of those women that would do things like naked deep knee bends on top of me. No skin touching anywhere except...well...you know. Sarah was enough fun that I had even thought of perhaps asking her to hook up full time, maybe even get....married? But then I thought better of that, I had a few friends that did that and I saw the result. Besides, when it got to two days before payday I was always on hot dogs and mac and cheese. Government only pays well if you are a politician, it seems. The tall cold one hit the bar at the same instant my fanny hit the seat. I grinned at her, took a long chug. Mary had on that red crisscross top she sometimes wore, which meant I was going to be a bit in the bag before I headed home. Every time she wore that outfit I ended up having a couple more than I had intended. That top was designed to do just one thing, and that was display Mary. She normally wore it with a tiny pair of short shorts, usually white with a wide belt that sat low on her hips. Displaying buttcrack. More than once I cracked something about what would happen if I swiped my credit card in there. The response was usually a grin. Today she had on a matching skirt that if it was any shorter there would be no reason to wear it at all. Her belly was bare, a tiny sparkly thing in her navel. She also had a small red tattoo that appeared to be a heart down low, it peeked above the top of her skirt on her pelvis. I had tried to get her to show me the rest of it several times but she told me with a laugh it was a bit too far down so we would need to get married first. "Wow, you are looking hot today!" I told her, getting a usual big grin. "Yea, it has been hot as hell outside so I thought I would wear something that let a little air in." The expression on her face was marvelous, with just the perfect hint of being sexy. Mary did bask in the compliments, I had noticed that very early on. I still had a few bucks in my jeans since it was close after payday, so I slipped her a buck and got rewarded with her leaning over to pick up a bottle and some glasses. She always took her sweet time doing that. Mary was good at it. I kept waiting for the day when she would get the whole thing out of her top, for some reason I had a fantasy about that. How she could manage to get just the very upper edge of her nipple to peek out for a second or two over and over I don't know, but that much I had seen many times. "So how did your day go?" Mary asked me, holding the pose with that hint of brown nipple peeking over the top of her outfit. She looked right at me while she was doing that, my eyes were of course locked on her expanse of titty showing. I had long since gotten over being bashful about being caught peeking, it was obvious she was putting on a show so I always took advantage of it. "Usual crap, one box after another, it never ends." I told her as she straightened back up. I noticed the bottom half of her butt cheeks were showing as she headed down the bar to serve a drink to another guy who just came in. That guy handed her a bill and carefully picked up his change so she just thanked him and smiled. I had been hoping she would bend over again, maybe I could get a peek at what she was "airing out." I took another pull off my brew, looked around the place. There was a half dozen guys in the bar, a couple of younger kids were shooting pool, the rest of us all sat at the counter, one stool between each of us empty. Just then Henry, the odd little guy that owned the place came in. I had seen him maybe a dozen times, he normally came in in the afternoons, checked everything out and then went into his back room office. Just one time I had seen him work the bar, he really wasn't what you would call an amazing conversationalist. This time I noted that he and Mary seemed engrossed in a discussion. She glanced around the room, then her hand came up and swept her hair back, finally she nodded. Henry gave her a big grin, then went on into his office. That wasn't that much out of the ordinary, it just struck me as odd. "So what is Henry up to?" I asked her when she got close to me again. "Oh, another of his wild hair ideas to pump up business." She smiled at me. I remembered the time he decided to sell microwaved Pizza, that went over like a lead balloon. Next it was barely legal blackjack card games on one side, he found out quickly that there were folks around that knew how to play blackjack and he wasn't smart enough to realize some of them could count cards. Add in that he was running a single deck game and trying to be the dealer himself and you can figure out the results. I heard the rumor that the bank floated him a loan to keep going. Then came the postage size dance floor and some flashing lights, in all the times I had been in there, nobody ever got up to dance. Of course, the patrons were mostly guys like me that stopped in after work, I didn't see any of them I wanted to dance with either. Every couple of weeks, it was something new that Henry was sure would pack the place. Once there was a female singer, she sat on a stool with a guitar. That was interesting at first because she always had her knees apart, so everyone could see her ever present white panties. Which would have maybe been OK if she was a fox, which she wasn't, or if she could sing, which she couldn't. It was fun for maybe 15 minutes, then her voice began to nag at everyone. Henry was always coming up with something, but it was just the same patrons regular as clockwork. Henry owned the property and leased out the restaurant next door so I guess he always managed to take out some loans to stay afloat. Oddly, the restaurant seemed to do pretty good, even if the food was all rice with different stuff on top. It didn't take me very long to figure out why, it seemed that Miko, the oriental guy's daughter always served as waitress. She was cute and bubbly and spoke in some kind of heavily broken english which I knew was an act. I knew that because I saw her at a local store talking to another oriental gal, her english sounded better than mine. At work she was giggly, touchy feely all the time and sounded like she just got off the boat, plus she was on the flat chested side and made sure every guy that came in there knew about it. Hell, I ate there sometimes myself getting a kick out of her flirting and bending over to let the guys see down her top. Maybe that is where Henry got his idea? "So what is he up to this time?" I asked Mary, slipping her another buck as the fresh beer slid to a stop in front of me. "Stick around and you will find out." She gave me a wicked grin and moved on down the bar. I damn near opened my mouth to protest about not getting a peek down her top but managed to keep it shut. Instead I pouted a bit. The front door opened and Debra came in. Debra was the relief bartender, she worked the first shift from the one o'clock opening to six, then she did all day on Sunday until closing. Debra was a very slender and flat chested gal, long dark hair and she nearly always wore a longer black dress. That dress was very low cut and being flat chested, she really could manage to get everything hanging out herself. I had seen her do that a few times, Debra had the longest and puffiest nipples I had ever seen. I dropped an extra buck her way right along like most of the guys did, what the hell. The gals knew damn good and well the guys were there to get a few peeks so they played the game to the hilt. But I liked Mary better, she had a brighter personality and was better at teasing. Debra was more blatant, for some reason that wasn't as much fun. But here was Debra, wearing a tiny halter top and short pleated skirt, I had never seen her dressed like that. She went and sat down over by the wall at one of the small tables. Mary took her a drink, some kind of pink thing, they said a few words and she went back behind the bar. I watched as Mary bent over the table slightly, more of her bare butt cheeks appeared but it was too dark over there to tell what she was wearing underneath. Then she came back behind the bar, loaded and ran some glasses in the dishwasher. I glanced at my watch, it was coming up on seven, so I was thinking of heading for my apartment. Just as I finished the last of my brew and started to get up, another one slid to a stop in front of me. I glanced up, surprised. "On me." Mary said with a grin. What the hell, I slipped another buck onto the bar for her, picked up the frosty bottle and took a sip. Mary reached back and pulled the tray out of the dishwasher, opened the cooler in front of the bar and started to stack the glasses. That did it, her top slipped down and one perfect nipple came all the way into view. I could see the tan lines at the top of her breast, a half inch or so of white flesh, there was her nipple in plain view not four feet away from me. She made no move at all to cover it up, instead she kept reaching back for more glasses, leaning over to put them away. My little six incher stood right up, finally my fantasy was fulfilled. "Like that?" Mary grinned, her eyes meeting mine. Then she reached up and gave her top a tug back into place. "Uh...yea! God you are beautiful!" I managed to mutter. "Stick around, maybe it will get better. Henry wants us to tease a bit more, he thinks it's good for business." She flashed me a big smile and went on down the bar. "I got a nice raise, too!" She said over her shoulder. I managed to get my breath back under control, that had been one marvelous titty flash, she had it out of her top for a solid two minutes. I glanced around the room, Debra sat over there with her back to the wall. I noticed two of the guys that had been up at the bar had moved to a table facing the postage size dance floor nobody ever used. In all of the times I had been in the place, I had never seen anyone ever get up to dance. That looked odd to me, they were just sitting there like they were waiting for something. Looking back at Mary, I saw her bend over to open a cabinet under the bar. Her behind was pointed right at me, the short skirt hiked up, both of her butt cheeks were bare. It was just dark enough that I couldn't tell for sure, but all I could see was a dark patch that looked like it was...pubic hair? I sat up straighter at that, just as Mary glanced over her shoulder at me, then stood back up. She had two bottles in her hands, she looked at me again and winked as she sat them down behind the bar. Man! This was getting to be pretty good, I decided. What the hell, I ordered another beer, slid Mary another buck just as a song came on the jukebox that I didn't recognize. It was a slow tune, and it sure as hell wasn't the country western fare the jukebox seemed to be filled with. I glanced over in time to see Debra slip out of her chair and step out onto the dance floor. She began to move around and sway to the music, now this was new, too. She looked nice, her slender body was muscular. The pleated skirt looked to be a bit young on her though. All she did was move around, then I saw a couple of dollar bills appear on the table where the two guys were sitting. Debra swayed over to their table, placing both hands on it, leaning forward. The halter top slid forward, I could see both of her bare little breasts all the way from where I sat at the bar, so I knew the two guys had a great closeup view. I was so engrossed in watching that that I almost missed Mary bending over again, closer this time. I had just glanced back to reach for my brew when she did that. I realized I was looking at pussy, plain as day! Mary glanced back my way to make sure I was watching, then she grinned. Just then the song ended, the two guys applauded politely so I did too. "Keep watching." Mary said to me as she came back to where I was sitting. "Damn, Mary! That was hot!" I told her. "Who? Me, or Debra?" She smiled. "You, of course." I answered. "I don't mind you looking Danny, I like you." She winked as she moved away again to serve another drink. I realized there was now a dozen guys in the place and three more had sat down near the dance floor. Henry was sitting down at the end of the bar, sipping a cup of coffee and watching everything going on. He had a grin on his face, I figured he was counting the drinks putting cash in his register. Another slow song came on, Debra got up again. She reached over and picked up what looked like a narrow throw rug, then she lay it on the dance floor. She sat down on it, her hands tucked coyly between her legs which were crossed at the ankles. She gave all the guys a sultry look, they got the hint and dollar bills appeared everywhere. Debra leaned back, her knees parted. There was nothing underneath the skirt, she had a mass of pubic hair that did nothing to hide her as her legs were spread so widely that her lips parted. She reached down with two fingers and slid them upwards, spreading herself even more. She wasn't actually dancing or moving to the music, she was just laying there, her legs wide open, displaying herself. Her lips were large and swollen, wet looking. I realized she was getting turned on at her own display. Her other hand slid up over her stomach, she pushed her halter top up, baring both tiny breasts. "Damn!" I muttered. "Pretty hot, huh?" I heard Mary ask at my shoulder. I glanced back at her and smiled. "Not as hot as you are." "That's sweet of you to say that. Oregon law, freedom of expression so I guess we can do anything we want now. All perfectly legal." "Yea, I read that in the papers but I never go into any of those clubs." I lied. There was one place just a few blocks down the street, the dancers there were pretty much naked all the time. For some reason I liked the teasing and "almost" stuff at the Dew Drop even better though. I am not sure why, I just did. Hell, have some gal get naked as a jaybird and spread her legs, that is fine for a little while but then what are they going to do next? Now Debra was up there doing the same thing, and I felt myself quickly getting bored with watching her. I tossed off the last of my beer, sat it down. "Want another beer?" Mary asked. "I really should be getting home, I am feeling these now." I told her. I glanced at my watch, how in the hell did it get to be 9:30 already? "OK. Say, I was wondering? We close at 2 AM, would you like to...see my tattoo?" She winked at me, her voice took on a husky tone. Hell, now I was getting picked up here, pretty cool. "Uh...yes, I would, but I can't stay here that long." "Well, go home then, get a nap." I nodded, reluctantly slipped off my stool. "I will drop by and wake you up, I know where you live." Mary gave me that big grin again. My mind flashed to Sarah, I really didn't want to mess that up, we were good friends with great benefits. I could end up with my balls in a pickle jar. "Oh. OK." I answered, having a moment of serious brain fade. Mary beamed at me. Outside, my old Toyota fired right up on the third try, giving off another huge cloud of smoke before settling down to her steady noisy idle. Somehow I made it home without hitting anything or getting arrested, I was seeing two white lines so I followed the one on the right. I knew damn good and well I shouldn't be driving, but I was having brain fade, like I said. At my apartment I took a shower, that made me feel better, then I made a pot of coffee and ate a sandwich. I wasn't real sure Mary was serious, I guess I fell asleep in my chair thinking that she probably wouldn't show up. Just teasing me like always, I thought. My head was spinning, I had had way too much to drink. I had lost track of how many somehow. I was having a dream about Sarah, the way she delighted in getting up on top of me and doing those up and down motions with her vagina wrapped around me, the only parts of our bodies touching. It was an intense dream, even though something was different? In my dream, Sarah was heavier, softer? Instead of the almost impossibly slow motions she used that I loved so much, in my dream she was eager, thrashing at me. I woke up with a raging erection, needing desperately to take a leak, but someone was knocking on my door. I noticed that sunlight was shining in my window, now what the hell? I stumbled to the door, it hit me just as I opened it that I was stark naked so I stood behind the door and leaned over to look. Sarah stood there, looking at me her face showed surprise. She gave the door a little push, looked down at me and then she started laughing. "Well, you look happy to see me!" She said, sweeping by me into my apartment. Closing the door, I noticed my pants were lying on the floor, my shirt was over the back of my couch. One shoe was by the sofa, a sock on top of it. Blankets were wadded up on my couch. Teasers I shook my head, trying to remember. Hell, Sarah had been here, now she was at my door? What the hell? "Man, you must have tied one on last night, this place is a mess!" Sarah said, reaching down to start picking up my clothes. "Hello!" I heard a voice. I looked over and there stood Mary, wearing one of my T-shirts. Oh, shit. Sarah looked at her in surprise, then back at me. I was standing there looking stupid, my erection wilting. I started to reach for my pants but Sarah jerked them out of my reach. "What the fuck is this, Danny?" She asked me, her voice so quiet I knew it meant that probably I was well on my way to becoming celibate. "I...uhhh...I can explai...." Like hell I could. Sarah dropped my pants on the floor and I grabbed them, mercifully putting my stuff away. Then she stomped out the door before I could think of anything to say. "Who was that, Danny?" Mary asked. "My girl friend, at least she used to be I guess." "Well, give her some time and then tell her it's OK. Just tell her we didn't do anything." "We didn't?" "You were drunk and then you got sick so I washed you up and put you on the couch." "But my clothes...?" "You puked all over yourself." She laughed. "Oh. I usually don't..." "I know, I guess it's my fault. I didn't know you were with someone, I never see you with anybody." "Sarah doesn't drink." I mumbled, looking at my shirt which was a mess. I went into my bedroom to get a change of clothes, noticing the bed was still made. Mary obviously hadn't slept there. "I slept in the chair, I was going to just leave but you were pretty sick. You were on the couch." I heard Mary say. She was right behind me. "Plus it was so damned hot in here, I borrowed one of your T-shirts, I hope you don't mind?" "No, that's fine. What am I going to do about Sarah?" I said as I pulled on one of my western shirts. Glancing over at Mary, she turned her back and pulled off the T-shirt, reaching for her little red top and skirt. She sure as hell wasn't bashful, but then what the hell. She had flashed me with no mercy at the bar and then she had stripped me naked and put me down on the couch. I went into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee, it was cold so I stuck it in the microwave. Mary came in and I poured her a cup, started it heating. I looked at her, in the daylight I could see that she was at least 10 years older than me. "I really am sorry to cause you any troubles, Danny. I was just..well, it's been a long time and you are always so nice to me, so I was thinking....." She actually blushed a little. "It's OK. Hell, I guess it's a compliment, you really are a pretty woman. I would normally be tickled pink but Sarah...I'm glad we really didn't do anything." Mary looked at me for a few seconds. "I understand. Well, I gotta go, let me know how it turns out? Maybe I can talk to your girlfriend if you want me to?" I nodded, thinking that would probably not be a very good idea. Mary got up, leaned down and briefly kissed my cheek, then left me to my misery. My mouth tasted like crap and my entire body felt like I had been beaten up. I crashed on top of my bed, not even bothering to undress. Three long days went by, I called Sarah several times but each call went to voice mail. I drove by her apartment but no one answered. Each day I went to work, stacking boxes into the damned trucks. My mind was somewhere else so I am pretty sure a few items intended for Kansas ended up in Minnesota. Friday night arrived, it was still hot as hell out so I headed on down to the Dew Drop Inn for a cold beer. The damn place was packed, I had to stand at the bar, there was no place to sit. There was some woman I didn't recognize dancing in jeans and a blouse, and apparently Henry had added a row of seats and a bar in front of the dance floor. There was some kind of crazy music on, too, it sounded like a black guy chanting to some drums. Finally a seat at the bar opened up so I sat down. "Hi, Danny!" Mary said as she brought me a beer. "What the hell is going on?" I waved my arm at all the noise. "One of Henry's wild ideas seems to have worked." She laughed. "Hiring dancers?" I asked, a bit bewildered. "No. Anybody that wants to can get up there and dance, sing, do anything they want to for 15 minutes. He doesn't pay any of them." She grinned at me and hustled down the bar to serve more drinks. I saw she was wearing a white halter top and a pair of those short shorts. I looked around, I could see I wasn't going to like this place at all now. The woman that had been dancing undid her blouse and flashed her boobs a few times but no amount of encouragement from the crowd would get her to take her jeans off. She went and sat down with some guy at one of the tables, then a guy went up on the stage with a guitar and sang some country songs. That was better, he was damned good. I got a second beer and listened to him. Mary was so busy I really couldn't talk to her any, although I tried to. A fairly heavyset older woman took the guy's place on the stage, I saw she had a husband or boyfriend with her and he was giving her lots of encouragement. Her top came off and she had a huge set of boobs, the nipples pointed almost straight down. People were moving around so I only got to see about half of what she did but she took off everything, ending up dancing around stark naked, her belly jiggling. I guessed that they could really do about anything they wanted to, the older lady got a rousing round of cheers when her panties came off. She might as well have left them on, she had so much pubic hair I doubted anybody could see anything anyway. I shook my head, finished my beer and started to get up to go home. "Danny! Wait a minute?" Mary called out. I turned back to her.. "Did you get things worked out with your girlfriend?" "No, she won't return my calls." "Can I have her phone number?" "I don't think...." "Please? I will try to explain it to her." I jotted down the number, she smiled and stuck it in her halter top. Another week went by, I was sitting on my couch looking at my TV that barely worked when the phone rang. I jumped to grab it, knocking it off onto the floor. "Hello?" "Hi, Danny. This is Mary. Can we come over?" "Uh...sure." I answered. "Be right there." She hung up. It hit me, she said "we?" Five minutes later, I answered my door. Mary and Sarah stood there. They didn't wait, Mary just put the flat of her hand against my chest and pushed me out of the way. "I explained to Sarah what happened." Mary said, getting right to the point. "Oh." I managed. Sarah stepped up to me and gave me a hug. I hugged her back, she felt good in my arms. After a short visit, Mary left and Sarah and I ended up in bed. All was sorting out to be right in my world again. For a few weeks I didn't even go in to the Dew Drop Inn, every time I drove by the club the parking lot was jammed and I just couldn't get interested in noisy jam packed night clubs. Then I ran into Mary at the grocery store. I came up behind her, she had on her shorts and a halter. It popped into my head that she did look pretty good. She turned to me with a smile as I said hello. "Hi, Danny! Nice to see you! I miss seeing you at the club." "Yea, it has gotten to be a bit crowded for my taste, but I can drop in once in awhile." "I don't like the crowds that much myself and it's gotten pretty wild. One of Henry's ideas seems to have paid off, I am averaging $200 a day in tips!" She grinned at me. "Wow, that much? Really?" I was surprised at that. "Come in on Tuesdays, it's slowest then. I miss seeing you." She beamed at me. I nodded and started to turn to leave. "Oh, Danny. I am glad you worked things out with Sarah, she is a sweetheart." I nodded again. "I can see why she likes you, hell even drunk as a skunk you are great in the sack!" Then she winked at me, giggled and pushed her cart on down the aisle. I stood there in a bit of a shock, my mind flashing back to that night. That dream I had had, so clear, the dream of being with Sarah. But somehow...different? Heavier, softer? Oh, shit! Teases Should Be Punished Summer vacation is sacred to most teenagers. Its the one season of the year where you have absolutly no worries and almost no responsibilities. I am no different. Summer was here and I was ready to party. School had just let out one week earlier and already I couldn't bare the thought of going to college in the fall. I had rolled out of bed around noon and had yet to get dressed. I made my way down stairs after my shower, to look for Alex's dance CDs. They were nowhere to be found. I stomped my foot, the way most spoiled children do. The last place to look was in his room. I crept to the back of the house, peering into his room from the doorway. He was still asleep on his bed and the disk holder was on his desk. I opened the door the rest of the way and made my way around the mess of his room. Just as I was about to snatch the CDs, Alex rolled over and grabbed my hand. "What do you think your doing?" He growled as his grip yanked my hand away from the disk holder. "Borrowing your CDs. Let me go." I slapped his wrist, wiggling free, grabbing the cd holder. I ran through the kitchen, darting into the living room when Alex tackled me. I was pinned beneath his weight as he tried to wrench his CDs free from my grip. "Come on you little bitch give em back." "No… get off me Alex." "You're a spoiled little brat you know that?" Alex got to his feet letting me go, returning to his room. I lay there for a moment, trying to catch my breath. I pushed off the floor, getting to my feet. Walking upstairs with the CDs I smiled to myself. Fifteen minutes later I was dressed and waiting in the living room for Jack. He was coming over since my parents were out of town. When his car finally pulled up in the drive way, I rushed out to meet him. I jumped up into his open arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Hey babe. Miss me much?" He laughed. "God yes." I hugged him tighter, then grabbed his hand leading him into the house. Alex was sitting at the dinning room table when I got back in. His mouth was closed into a tight firm line and the muscle in his cheek twitched. He drummed his fingers on the table. When he saw Jack his anger grew. I knew perfectly well that he hated Jack, especially since he beat him out of valedictorian two years prior. Jack didn't seem to notice as he nuzzled my neck, pulling me closer. "Jen you know that we aren't allowed to have people over when mom and dad aren't home." "So? What are you gonna do, tell on me?" I smirked wickedly as Jack's hand grazed my ass. "I suggest he leaves, because Aunt Diane is checking up on us today and if she sees him she will tell mom." "Jack… we should really do this tomorrow, I can't risk my parents finding out." "I understand, just call me tonight." His arms enveloped me, before he headed towards the front door. I heard the door shut, then turned back on Alex. His smirk was sickening. I grabbed an apple from the center bowl, taking a bite. Alex got up moving behind me. His hands slid over my waist, coming together across my stomach. His lips grazed my neck, before he pulled me tightly against him. I rolled my eyes and tried to wiggle free. His grip only tightened. "Alex, back off!" "Oh Jen you know you're a horny little bitch. I saw the way he touched you… the way you reacted. You were practically begging him to fuck you." "Actually no I wasn't. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to my room." I removed his hands sliding away from his body. Once upstairs, I relaxed. Grabbing the remote, I turned the stereo on. I set my apple down, removing my top and tossing it aside. Next came my shorts. I slid into my bed, covering up. I opened my eyes slowly, a pounding headache made me close them again. I tried to roll over, but I couldn't move. My hands and feet were bound to my bedposts. Immediately I opened my eyes, searching the room. The pounding in my chest almost matched the pounding in my temples. That's when I saw him. His eyes looked me over from head to toe. A sinister smile playing on his lips. He got up from my desk, making his way over to the bed. He sat beside me, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. "What do you want from me?" The sentence came out as a whisper. "You already know." His hand traveled down my neck, to my chest. Panic rose in my chest. His fingertips reached my right breast, curling around it. His palm ground against my nipple, that was quickly hardening from his touch. My body jerked, desperately trying to get away, or was it trying to get closer. Mixed feelings swarmed my brain. My brain didn't want this, I was scolding myself for enjoying his touch, but my body was aching already for release. I felt the familiar tingle of arousal stir in my belly. His hand moved lower, across my tight stomach, as his body moved over mine, to take a nipple into his mouth. His lips enclosed the round little nub, lighting my body on fire. A steady burn had begun between my legs. As I felt his fingertips rest on my mound, his teeth grazed my nipple. He lifted his head to watch my reaction. My face was flushed with arousal and embarrassment. "I knew you were a slut. Tell me Jen… how many guys have you fucked? You little cock teasing whore." His words hit a secret button in me, sending a spark of electricity to my nerve endings. "I'm a virgin…" "Liar. Tell me the truth bitch, or this may not go along nicely. You just may get hurt." His hand traveled a bit lower, searching for my clit. His thumb pushed tightly to the swelling button, causing my whole body to tremble. "I swear I'm a virgin. I'm a tease…" "Well teases should be punished. Its not nice to show men what they should have then deny it." The tip of his middle finger traced along my slit carefully. His skilled thumb circled my clit, as his mouth moved lower on my body. His tongue swirled around my belly button. I arched my back as his middle finger invaded my tight cunt. It gently pushed against my hymen, not breaking it just yet. I could feel his hard cock press against my knee. His tongue flicked out, replacing his thumb on my clit as his finger worked in and out harder. A few seconds later my orgasm raked through my body, sending me into a fit of shivers and convulsions. His lips descended on mine, as I began to come down from my amazing high. I felt his prick slide over my lips, the tip pressing into my clit. "Is that what my whore wants?" "Oh yes… give it to me." "Give you what?" "Fuck me." With that his penis was buried to the hilt inside me. I cried out in pain as my hymen broke under the intrusion. He rested for a few moments, allowing my pussy to relax and get used to his size. As my breathing began to slow, he pulled back, then thrust forward again. My hips jacked up to meet his. His cock reached far into my depths, the head hitting against my spot. He began assaulting my spot, pushing against it as hard as he could, moving his body faster. His hand slithered between our bodies, feeling where we joined, then moving up to play with my clit. I could feel him swell and grow harder. A steady throb pulsed through his prick. I tensed my pussy around his cock as my orgasm hit. His cock jerked inside me, spewing his hot cum into my unprotected pussy. He thrust a few more times as we both came down. "How was that baby?" His hand came up to stroke my cheek softly. "Perfect Jack…" I closed my eyes, feeling my whole body relax from the release. "I love you."