Advanced Seduction (Straight, Romance) (3 page)

“You probably should, if you hope to get lucky.”

“Daddy!”

He chuckled, shook his head with amusement, and closed the door.

Christina gave up trying to be neat and dragged the clothes out of her drawer. Panties, jeans, and skirts tumbled through her hands. They were old styles, ones that she probably would never wear again, but not the skirt she wanted.

Finally, jammed into the corner of the second drawer, she found it. Red with black and white stripes. Squealing, she grabbed it and threw it on the bed. She panted as she tore off her jeans, giving her slick pussy one stroke through her damp panties, and tried on the skirt.

Two years made the waist a bit tighter than she liked. The back of the skirt rose up on her buttocks and she felt the cool air against the backs of her thighs. Padding over to the mirror, she turned around and admired herself.

“Fuck.” She was beautiful, or would be once she got some makeup and a better shirt.

She glanced at the bathroom, thinking about her dad’s words. With a sigh and a longing look at the clock, she stripped off and headed for a quick shower.

At the last minute, Christina decided to shave her legs. She almost continued up against the hairs of her sex, but the ticking clock reminded her that Dave would be waiting for her. Gasping, she finished and tossed the razor on the tray before getting out, drying off, and heading out.

Ten minutes later, she wore a red bra, white blouse, and her red and black skirt. A pair of knee-high black stocks and matching heels finished up the task. As she stood in front of her mirror, she wondered if she went too far. She looked like a slut. A horny one at that.

Christina ran her hands down her hips, feeling the bands of her panties through the fabric. Trembling, she brought her fingertips along to the front, pushing between the junction of her legs. The rasp of her skirt against body felt good.

She pushed her fingers around the fabric her black thong and felt the heat of her sex soaking through the fabric. Whimpering, she pulled her hand away. “No!”

Panting, she held out her hands. “Okay, Chrissy, just take a deep breath. He wants you. He wants this.”

She forced herself to take a deep breath and then again. She watched her breasts rising and falling in the mirror. Her nipples were hard enough to see even through the fabric. She wanted to tugged on them or tease them, but then she caught herself when she saw the clock.

Heart pounding in her chest, she hurried down the stairs. Her heels tapped against the stairs, the thin carpet barely muting the ticking of her spikes.

In the kitchen, her father leaned over the counter reading a gaming magazine. He looked up at her. For the briefest of moments, there was a look of terror on his face, but it quickly turned into a smile. “A hot date indeed.”

Blushing, Christina smiled. “It’s Mr. Roberts.”

“Your old English teacher?”

“No, AP Chem.”

“Oh, the man who got you to study hard enough to get that scholarship?”

She rocked her hips. “Yeah….”

“Then he deserves it.” Her dad stood up and came around. “You, my dear, are beautiful.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He dug into his pocket and pulled out something and handed it to her.

Christina stared down at the box of condoms and a pair of twenty dollar bills.

Clearing his throat, her dad returned to the counter. He was blushing when he leaned back over to his magazine. “He’s a lucky man.”

“Daddy?”

Her dad looked up. “Very few people ever get a chance to enjoy this. They make movies about it,” he blushed hotter, “I guess. So, have fun, be safe, and call if you need me.”

Christina squealed and came around to hug him tightly. “I love you, Daddy.”

She kissed him on the cheek before heading to her car.

Memories and fear rode in the passenger seat as Christina followed the familiar route to her high school. She remembered the first time she drove her car to school, and the endless back and forth of the following year.

It was the fear that nagged at her. Here she was, two years after graduating high school and dressed like a slut. Scenarios flashed through her mind: Dave not being there, being arrested for being the only one in the parking lot, or even her car breaking down and having to explain to someone her outfit.

She worried her lip, tasting the fresh lipstick, as she drove into the parking lot. To her surprise and relief, there was a single car near the front door. The lights were off and she couldn’t see a driver.

Trembling with excitement, Christina pulled next to the car and put her own into park. Looking around, she saw Dave standing just inside the front door of the school, his body shadowed by a flickering light above him. He looked just as nervous as her, pacing back and forth and clasping his hands together.

Somehow, seeing Dave fretting helped. If he was just as scared as her, he was probably thinking the same thing. She grinned at the thought of him fantasizing about her, wondering what outfit she would be wearing or how she would make the first move.

Her body grew hotter with every passing second. She fumbled with her seat belt before pushing the door open. But, just as she started to get out, an idea came to her. Closing the door, she hiked up her skirt and lifted her hips. Her fingers wrapped around the strap of her thong and pushed it down.

The fabric clung to her pussy for a moment, then dragged along her shaved thigh. The moisture tickled her skin, leaving a tingle of excitement and a smear of glistening liquid. She almost came as she stepped out of it and threw it on the passenger side.

When she smoothed the fabric back over her thighs, there was no hint that she was bare underneath her skirt. But, feeling the warm air against her thighs and body added to the sharp edge of anticipation.

She was about to fulfill a fantasy of a lifetime.

Giggling nervously, she got out of the car and headed for the door. With every step, she felt her juices slicking her movement. It added a sexiness to her movement and she swayed her hips to cause her skirt to flutter around her thighs.

When she reached the door, she saw Dave staring at her through the glass. He wasn’t moving anymore. His jaw hung slack, unmoving as the rest of him. Underneath one hand, his bulge was obviously straining his jeans.

Christina felt a thrill of excitement, knowing that he found her sexy. She cocked her hip to cause the fabric to flare and rapped on the glass.

Dave shook himself as if to regain his wits. He fumbled with the door, turning a key to unbolt it. It squealed open and she breathed in the smells of a school she never expected to enter again.

“Um, wow,” he sighed, “you’re beautiful.”

She shivered at the lustful growl in his voice. She twirled her hair with a finger. “Do you like, Mr. Roberts?”

He stepped to the side. “I do, Miss Sinclair.” He cleared his throat. “But, aren’t you late for class?” He locked the door behind her.

With a grin, she flipped the edge of her skirt. “Yes, Mr. Roberts.”

She walked down the center of the hallway, moving through the pools of light. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a sultry look before continuing on, her hips swaying. With every movement, she felt the warm air of the school tickling between her thighs and the dampness coating her skin.

Dave’s shoes scuffed the floor behind her. She smiled as he matched her pace, but didn’t catch up to her. His eyes were on her and she flipped up her skirt so he could get a glimpse of her bare thighs and the bottom curve of her butt.

“Fuck,” he whispered, “this is really happening.” His wonderment pushed her to grab the side of her skirt, slowly pulling it up to her hip as she reached the stairs leading to the second floor.

Barely able to contain herself, she took the steps one at a time. Every time she lifted a leg, she could feel the damp hairs of her pussy on her thigh and the warmth air tickling her. The air conditioner wasn’t on and the heat somehow added to the intensity of her movements.

His shoes squeaked as he stopped.

Christina waited until she had one foot hiked up on the step, her legs spread, before she looked over her shoulder. “Is there something wrong, Mr. Roberts?”

He stared at her ass with his eyes locked on her hips and the cleft between her legs. At the sight of his gaze, lustful and hungry, she felt the heat between her legs igniting into a flame. It licked along her skin and she shivered at the tiny orgasm that rippled along her skin.

“You are…” Dave took a step closer, “so fucking beautiful.”

She beamed. “Thank you.”

Dave took another step. “C-Can I do something?”

Trembling with his closeness, she could only nod.

He took the final step and reached out. His hands, startling warm, cupped her buttocks. His thumbs stroked against her inner thighs before he parted her cheeks.

Christina moaned loudly. She clutched the railing until her knuckles cracked from her grip. “Mr. Roberts!”

“I’ve always wanted to do this.” His breath was hot against her sex, the little puffs tickling the damp hairs. Her clit throbbed with anticipation. When he inhaled, she could feel the air tugging at her skin as it blew across her slickness.

When his nose brushed against the side of her cheek, she jumped. His hands gripped her tighter, his thumbs holding her right at the edge of her heated opening and parting her nether lips. She felt him tilt his head.

And then his tongue was against her. Hot and slick, she almost fell over when she felt him working his way against her sex to lap at the opening.

Christina swooned and gripped the railing tighter. Only one boyfriend had ever gone down on her, but nothing prepared her for the intensity of Mr. Roberts mouth against her. She let out a gasp and shook, trying to find purchase with her other hand.

Dave drew the tip of his tongue up her slit and then down again. From his angle, she didn’t think he could reach her clit, but it didn’t matter. He was actually licking her.

Her panting echoed against the stairwell as she pushed back with a moan.

He nestled closer, working his face into her body.

She spread her legs, the tip of her heels scraping on the well-worn treads of the stairs. As she moved, he delved deeper until his nose pressed against the back part of her sex and his tongue flicked along her length.

He was reaching for her clit and she knew he wanted it. Panting frantically, she released the railing and fell forward. Her hands struck the stairs and she gripped the gritty edge. Her entire body shook, but her senses were focused on the tongue as he forced his way hard against her nether lips and flicked her clit.

Christina cried out with a gasp and a moan. She closed her eyes and lost herself as Dave lapped her pussy from clit to hole. She could hear the wet slurping but didn’t care. The pleasure burned inside her. She clenched her pussy and muscles in time with his lapping, losing herself almost completely.

Dave knelt on the stairs and sucked on her lips before planting his mouth over the opening. He didn’t seem to mind her damp hairs as he lapped faster and harder, adding to the slickness until the slurping filled the stairs.

With her excitement, it didn’t take long before she felt the crest of pleasure rising up. It was a knife edge in intensity and moving fast. It exploded from her cunt and raced along her body, shaking her to the core.

Her body jerked and she lost tension in her knees. With a cry that echoed painfully, she collapsed against him. Her pussy planted hard against his face while her knees lost their tension. The only thing that kept her from cracking against the stairs was his hands holding her body and the incredible tongue buried in her hole.

Christina’s orgasm tore through her and her legs spasmed. It grabbed her entire body. One foot slipped off the stair as she jerked and cried out. Her face bumped against the stair as she slumped forward with her eyes rolled up in her head.

The orgasm tore through her and she was helpless to do anything but lose herself in the white-hot flames of pleasure. Her breasts and knees were crushed against the stairs, but it didn’t matter. The discomfort only added to the pleasure as she mewed helplessly and gripped the stairs. Her nipples burned with the need to be touch and she forced them to the edge and pressed down, using the shaking that wracked her body to enjoy the sensations.

Too soon, the spasms subsided and she relaxed. Her body molded against the stairs and she opened her eyes. A smile stretched across her face and she took a deep breath. “Fuck, that’s good.”

Dave, panting, chuckled himself. His hands were still on her sex, his palm pressed against the throbbing heat, but his mouth was far away. “I… agree… Miss Sinclair. You are rather,” he chuckled again, “juicy.”

Her body felt weak as she peered over her shoulder. He knelt between her splayed legs with a broad grin on his face and his cock straining in his jeans. His face, from the nose down, glistened with her juices. A large wet mark coated his throat and collar and soaked the fabric of his shirt.

She gasped. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

He stopped her with a flick against her clit.

Christina shivered at the touch, clamping her mouth down.

“If you are still willing, Miss Sinclair, I’d like to get to get a lot messier before this night is done.”

She moaned. “I’d like that.”

“And,” he looked bashful, “maybe have you return the favor?”

She glanced down at his cock and saw it straining his jeans. With a grin, she brought her gaze back up and opened her mouth invitingly. She was rewarded when he inhaled sharply and slipped a finger into her sensitive sex.

“T-Then,” he stammered before clearing his throat, “Miss Sinclair, you’re going to be late for class, don’t you think? We have an,” he grinned, “oral test that will be half your grade.”

Christina stood up slowly, making a point of pushing her skirt down over her bare ass. “Yes, Mr. Roberts.”

On the second floor, Christina walked with Dave’s arm around her waist. His hand rested against her hip with his thumb caught in the waistband. When he pulled her close, she stared up at him with sultry eyes and tilted her head.