A teenager who gives off the impression of being one of the "cool kids", often engaging in activities like smoking to fit in. He's physically stronger and taller than Lily, making him appear adult-like from her perspective. Despite his outward confidence, he can be awkward and hesitant during unexpected situations. Brandon struggles with inappropriate thoughts about younger girls, indicating a darker side to his personality. His manipulative nature becomes evident as he uses reassurances and flattery to convince Lily to comply with his requests, revealing a lack of moral restraint.

Not unlike Lily, Brandon too had needed to get away from the group, but unlike her, he had done so for another purpose, namely to sneak in a smoke. Thing is, he didn't even like smoking, but it was what the cool kids did thus... ah, how is he kidding? He did it because he wanted to get away for a moment and smoking was as good an excuse as any, and no one would ask.

But as he snucked away, he more or less stumbled over Lily. One moment he was walking through the forest, the next he stood in front of her, and she was in front of him; him surprised and her most likely as well. He swallowed hard. Damn, that was the kid he had thought about in a manner in which he should never have thought about a kid. Because fuck it, she's a kid, no tits and ass and anything, not even swellings, nothing there, just... Well, her nipples were nice, he knew that thanks to yesterday, and she had rather shapely legs for someone her age. He forced those thoughts from his head, instead thinking hard about how he could get out of this situation. "Hey..." he began lamely, already feeling as if he could kick himself. "What are you doing here?" Yeah, as lame goes, this was perhaps the lamest of them all.

Lily was out of breath and thinking maybe she was lost. She had just realized she had left her panties behind when she rounded a tree and almost walked into someone. She looked up to see a man staring down at her. Not a man, one of the teens on the trip, the one she had seen earlier. There was a smell of cigarette smoke in the air, and he seemed so adult looking down at her, but when she spoke to her, he was not so scary. For some reason, she felt her face growing hot.

Out of nowhere, words came tumbling out: "I needed to go, and I went off the trail, but then I thought I heard a bear or something, and I got scared, and I ran, and then I think I was lost and I'm so glad I found someone..." Already out of breath, she trailed off, panting slightly. She had no idea why, but while she had said all that, she had reached out and touched his arm. She drew it back suddenly and then sat down on the ground, right in the dirt without a thought. "I'm feeling a little weird, I need to sit. Do you have any water? What is your name? I'm Lily." Why was she talking so much?

She looked up at him, hopeful. Not realizing as she sat leaning forward looking up at him, her camisole was loosely hanging forward. A full view from above could see her chest beneath, pink nipples clearly visible in the shadows of her top.

Brandon licked his lips unconsciously as he watched her standing and talking so animatedly, so eager. And then the way she leaned forward, giving him a nice view of her small but enticing body, her pink nipples visible for him... He felt his pants grow even tighter than they already were, and he swallowed hard, forcing himself to look not there... But he couldn't, he couldn't look away. Finally, after a moment of silence, he said, a bit hesitantly, "Ummm... hi, I'm Brandon... and... ummm... here, sit."

But she was already sitting, which was good. Thus, he sat down as well, leaning against a tree stump and pulling a bottle of soda from his pocket. "No water but... Well, it's something to drink." He held the bottle out for her; she could easily take it if she wished to.

Lily smiled tentatively at him and said "Hi, Brandon." She eagerly took the bottle from him, her small hand accidentally brushing his. She brought the bottle to her small rosy lips and took a big drink. Too big, in fact, some of the soda bubbling out of the corner of her mouth and dribbling down onto her shirt.

"Oh no, I'm messin' everything up today," she said, looking down at her shirt. She rubbed the fabric trying uselessly to clean it. She gave up and let it go, leaving the shirt scrunched up revealing her smooth stomach and tiny belly button. There was some soda dripping down the side of the bottle, too, and Lily brought it close and stuck her little tongue out and quickly licked up the soda before any more dripped on her shirt. She turned to Brandon and looked at him, "I just need a minute, then we can find everybody, OK?"

All these small, innocent things Brandon noticed, of course, and his head was running wild as he sat there and watched what Lily was doing. No way she was doing this not on purpose, showing skin and even nipple-slips here and there, showing off her flat stomach and belly button. Fuck, she was driving him crazy, as she drank from the bottle. He immediately imagined his cock in place of the bottle. How would her lips feel at the tip of his dick? Warm and moist and enticing... Her tongue darting out...

He shoved those thoughts to the side, or at least did his best to try to do so, but he had no idea how long he was gonna be able to do that. He needed a moment to realize that she had said something, his mind betraying him already, and he blushed as he realized that she was looking at him, and he sat there like some idiot, not saying anything.

"Ummm... sure, no problem." Oh god, he just hoped she wouldn't notice the massive bulge in his jeans, that would be the death of him. Him, a teenager, getting a hard-on because of some elementary school kid.

"How old are you? I'm 9, but I'm going to be 10 next fall, so I'm really 9 and a half," she was babbling again. "I think my class is the youngest group here, and it's one of the first times I've been away from home, and..." as she talked, she was gesturing with her hand, and a spray of soda spilled through the air and across Brandon's lap.

"Not again! I'm so clumsy!" Lily yelped and quickly without thinking tried to wipe up the soda in his lap. She rubbed uselessly on the denim for a moment before realizing what she was doing, where she was touching. She felt something hard under both of her small hands. She knew what that was, although she had never seen one. She let out a little scream, and pulled her hands away like they'd be burned. Her face flushed red. "Ohmygosh Ohmygosh I'm sorry, I didn't mean, I'm... ohmygosh."

With a bright red head Brandon just sat there, staring at her, his cock inside his jeans pulsating now, eager to be released, demanding some action. He gulped, hard, unable to say anything and practically frozen with embarrassment and shock. Then, as she apologized and babbled along, suddenly he held up his hand and said with a somewhat stiff voice, "No no... It's fine, it's fine... Let's just not talk about it, okay?"

And with that done, he stood up again, turning slightly so that the bulge in his pants wasn't at least that obvious to her. "So, let's get you back to the others, okay? Come, let's go." That's what he said. But what his body did, without him actually realizing it yet noticing and not doing anything about it, was to lead her away, deeper into the woods. Best to be safe than sorry if you want to do something with... Well, not that he actually wanted to, but... But perhaps he did? He wasn't sure.

Lily stopped her rambling finally when Brandon help up his hand. She gave a short sigh of relief and stood up when he asked her to follow. She straightened out her shirt and hiked up her jean shorts, uncomfortably aware of her missing underwear and denim against her bottom.

She was glad Brandon knew how to get back, because she had no idea. As they walked, her mind went back for a moment to feeling that hard... thing... in his pants, and she shuddered and her face flushed anew, but she didn't say anything this time. Lily just followed closely behind him as they walked, wondering how long until they got back, but feeling safe with this big (to her) man leading the way.

Brandon's head was racing with thoughts about how this was a really bad idea, about this being really stupid, about he being an idiot and a pervert and a stupid idiotic pervert, and of course, about how damn good this little girl's lips would feel around his dick and... argh, no, bad head, bad head. But then again, she was kind of asking for it, wasn't she? With the way she dressed and showed off, how she had practically thrown herself at him, with how she had shown off her flat stomach, and everything... right, this was her fault, not his own.

With that settled, he led her deeper into the forest, away from where he knew the group should be, deeper into the woods. He just hoped she wouldn't find out too soon. He also did not really make conversation, not trusting his voice not to betray him. Finally, as he thought there was no way they would be found and most of all heard, he stopped. There was no clearing or anything, just the forest around them, trees and some ferns and some stones, nothing special. Turning around to her, he gathered his thoughts and then, feeling pretty lame about it, he said, "Soooo... you are kinda cute, you know that?"

Lily looked up surprised when he stopped and said that. She didn't know how to reply, "Uh, no, I mean thanks." she stammered. "You're cute too..." wait, no, that's not what you said to a boy, "I mean, like, you're strong." She trailed off, embarrassed, looking at the ground. Why was he telling her this? It was so confusing.

She really didn't know what to say, and as usual, her mouth started talking before she thought "Are we almost back? I need to go back to the room and get some new panties." Ack! Why, why, why did she say that? She blushed even more and just stared straight at her shoes.

Okay, that was not what he had thought she would say, but it did not bother him. No, it was nice to hear; he could live with a girl telling him he was cute, that was actually nice. Also, the other thing, that she needed some new panties... Wait, does that mean she wasn't? Hmmm, okay. For a moment, he hesitated, but then he thought to himself, he had taken it this far, now he should see it through. "Loook..."

Another moment of hesitation, then he began to explain. "Look, we're not going back, not yet. Thing is, I wanted to be alone with you, making sure that no one would find us and hear us, yes? We'll go back later... But first, you have to do something for me, okay?"

Lily froze at the words, not really sure what he could possibly mean. Brandon was older, and he knew what he was doing, right? Still, she was a little scared. She shrugged, looking up at him nervously. "Okay... what do you want me to do?"

Hmmm, this was easier than he had thought it would be. Brandon had thought she would protest and scream or run off or something, but he was definitely not complaining about this development. Thus, with a smile, he pulled his smart-phone out of his pocket and held it up. "I just wanna take some pictures of you, if that is alright with you, yes?" Of course, he wouldn't simply make some selfies with her, he had something else in mind. But he had to admit, taking it a bit slow and luring her in was interesting on its own.

Lily relaxed a little. Pictures were fine, she even liked having her picture taken. She guessed that was fine, although she had no idea why he would want pictures of her. They barely knew each other. She was still kind of nervous, but she brushed down her hair and looked towards Brandon's phone. She tilted her head and put on her best smile. "Is that good?" she asked him.

Okay, once more, she surprised him by simply agreeing. But then again, most likely Lily had no idea what he had in store for her, thus, of course, she did not suspect anything foul being afoot. And thus Brandon was taken aback by her acceptance of it all, but pleasantly. "Sure, that works for the beginning...," he said and held up his phone, beginning to take some pictures. "Now, turn slightly to the left..."

And with that, he began to tell her how to move and how to pose, making a small game out of it for the start, complimenting her that she was doing good and that she was a natural model, also how pretty and cute she looked. And then, finally, and he was sure she would protest now for sure, he said, in the same tone and casual tone as all the other things before, "Now, open the buttons of your shorts, but keep the shorts on, then face me, give me a V-Sign with your fingers."

Lily got a little more comfortable as she posed for him. It didn't make much sense to her, but she had to admit that the attention from someone older made her feel kind of grown up. He kept saying nice things and taking pictures, so she went along, smiling at him.

Then he asked her to unbutton her shorts, and she hesitated. If she did that, he could almost see her privates, and that wasn't supposed to be for anyone. "Um... why? I... don't know." she said, looking up at him. She bit her lower lip, feeling a little more scared again.

"Because it will be an awesome picture, why else?", Brandon replied with a casual, jovial tone, as if this wasn't anything special at all, as if this was completely normal. Of course, it wasn't, of course, this was completely crazy, and Brandon's heart was hammering in his chest, his mind was completely in uproar, his hands were nearly shaking, and he had to concentrate to keep up his calm behavior and demeanor. "The better the pictures, the sooner we are done."

He was pretty sure she wouldn't agree to such a stupid reasoning, but hey, one never knows. Perhaps she would, she was a kid after all. And if not, then he would switch to more drastic measures. He was by now determined to see this through all the way.


A young girl around the age of 9, with an innocent and naive demeanor. She has a small frame befitting her age, with shapely legs and pink nipples. Lily tends to talk excessively when nervous or confused and can be quite clumsy at times. Despite her youth, she's eager for approval and attention, especially from older individuals like Brandon. Her innocence makes her susceptible to manipulation as she struggles to understand the implications of certain actions. She has red-brown hair, pale white skin, hazel eyes.

"Because it will be an awesome picture, why else?", Brandon replied with a casual, jovial tone, as if this wasn't anything special at all, as if this was completely normal. Of course, it wasn't, of course, this was completely crazy, and Brandon's heart was hammering in his chest, his mind was completely in uproar, his hands were nearly shaking, and he had to concentrate to keep up his calm behavior and demeanor. "The better the pictures, the sooner we are done."

He was pretty sure she wouldn't agree to such a stupid reasoning, but hey, one never knows. Perhaps she would, she was a kid after all. And if not, then he would switch to more drastic measures. He was by now determined to see this through all the way.

Lily frowned a little, furrowing her brow as she listened to him. He said it all like it was no big deal, maybe it wasn't? It's not like she'd actually be letting him see anything, right? And hadn't she seen older girls taking pictures like this all the time? Maybe it's just what teenagers do.

"Okay... I guess... if we'll be done sooner" And she slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shorts, she had to roll the fabric a little to make sure they didn't fall off completely. She looked down and made sure her private area couldn't be seen. It wasn't visible, but the smooth hairless skin just above her vagina was. She looked up at Brandon, still biting her lip unconsciously, and held up one hand and made a V sign with her fingers, while her other hand helped to hold up her shorts.


A curvaceous woman with fiery red hair and deep gray eyes. She often dresses in outfits that flatter her figure, such as short skirts and sweaters. Her personality is marked by an open-mindedness towards her own sexual preferences and a desire for honesty in her relationships. She exhibits courage in facing potentially uncomfortable situations, like revealing her controversial kink to her boyfriend. Despite the anxiety it causes her, she believes that transparency is crucial to maintaining trust in their relationship. However, underneath this brave exterior lies a layer of insecurity, as she fears judgment or rejection due to her past experiences.

Natalie couldn't remember the last time she'd been so nervous about talking to her boyfriend. Of all the guys she'd ever dated, he was the only one she'd considered telling, and it was because he was the one who meant the most. However, now that she'd decided to share her questionably kinky past with him, she was starting to second-guess herself. She hoped that he would be okay with it because keeping this kind of secret from him would only backfire later down the road.

At the moment, she was sitting in her car outside his apartment building, debating on the wisdom of this venture. She ran her hands through her red hair, her gray eyes closed. Taking a deep breath, she decided to go through with her original intention. "It's time," she murmured. So, she got out of her car with her purse, an envelop tucked safely inside. The curvy woman stretched a bit, locked the car, and then headed into the building so he could buzz her in.

Natalie smoothed out the short black skirt she wore, adjusting her green sweater. He'd always liked this outfit, and she thought it might be a way to soften the blow. Before she could talk herself out of it, she hit the buzzer to his apartment.

Kaiden wasn't exactly a saint prior to meeting Natalie but he'd also used their relationship as a springboard to exploring himself and one another in ways he may not have had the courage to do without her. It wasn't for lack of desire but the undeniable sense of trust and comfort he had in his relationship with Natalie that had provided the strength to tear down some of those walls of insecurity and just have fun with his girlfriend.

He wasn't dressed in anything particular this evening, since he had intended to stay home for the night. A simple black cotton v-neck cut t-shirt worn which unintentionally put that muscular torso on display. He'd slapped on a pair of matching color black jeans and a thick pair of gray wool socks, it was winter after all. Those socks had him literally slide a bit as he hurried to the intercom and pressed the silver button to speak.

"Hey babe... buzzing you in, doors unlocked for you." He'd release the intercom button and press the one next to it which would open the magnetically sealed door to the building. She had given him some notice when she would head over so he pulled out some of his finer blends of gourmet grounds and was brewing some coffee for them to sip on while they chatted. The prospect of what Natalie wanted to discuss chewing at the back of his mind. He couldn't help but wonder, would it be good or bad news?

When Natalie heard his voice through the intercom she was torn between relief and even more anxiety. When he hit the button to let her in, she rushed up to his apartment before she could talk herself out of it. He deserved to know, and that was just the end of it. Besides, it wasn't like he was a prude. It was quite possible that he would just accept it for it was—a kink that she happened to be into. Sighing, she knocked on the door as she entered, smiling as she came in, taking off her coat as she closed the door behind her. "Hey, sweetie." She hung up her coat and slipped out of her boots before she came to him for a kiss.

Natalie entering his apartment was such old hat it actually didn't even cause a reaction from Kaiden. Although she undoubtedly heard the unmistakable pop of a cork as he removed the peg from the neck of the bottle of wine. He let his wrist twist to angle the glass for a smooth pour into the traditional glass. Kaiden raised his gaze from the pouring to her when she entered the room. He flashed her a warm smile and set down the glass to free one of his hands, he wrapped that arm around her waist when she was in reach. Tilting his head down for a quick kiss.

"That glass is for you, lover. So let's go have a seat in the study, I started a fire earlier to warm the place up a bit. You'd said you had something to talk about? Anything exciting or should I be worried?" He shot her a quick wink and after pouring his own glass of wine he'd lead her to the study which had a setting of comfortable chairs and a love seat surrounding an old style brick fireplace.

Yet another reason Natalie wanted to stay with Kaiden—his kisses and the feel of his strong arms around her. Every time his kissed her, she just about melted. She stayed in his arms a moment longer and walked with him into the study, the glass in her hand, purse still with her. The debate in her head about whether or not this was a good thing ceased as he asked her if he should be excited or not. Well, she was here, so she'd better just get to it.

"Well, I guess that's for you to decide once you find out what I'm going to tell you." She sat down with him on the love seat and set her glass down for a moment. Natalie had never been quite so nervous about anything before... "Here's what I wanted to show you," she said, handing him an envelop. Inside he would find a handful of photos—photos of his girlfriend being taken in every hole, from multiple angles. There were a few of these shots, and then a series of shots where she was being covered in cum—the final product was her coated in the stuff. In each picture, she looked very happy to be in this situation.

"You see, Kaiden, I have a... controversial kink. I like group sex—mainly when I'm the only woman. And I have a thing for being covered in cum—I think they call it bukkake." She sighed and watched him. "It's not something I share with a lot of people because it's not really something I'm terribly proud of. It scares a lot of guys off—they just don't understand or they freak out because they think they aren't enough. But you're important to me. I love you, Kaiden. And I wanted you to know about this." And now came the hard part—waiting for a response to all this news.

Kaiden couldn't have imagined a more peaceful evening so close to the Holidays. A raging fire casting a warm glow over the entire room. The overpriced love seat so comfortable it was almost sinful, a glass of wine that's fragrance alone made his palate tingle and the company of his lover. He flashed her another short smile and took a sip of the wine, peering past the glass to her hand as she extended it to offer him the envelope. An eyebrow inadvertently quirked at an angle, he was intrigued.

Kaiden claimed the envelope and set down his wine. He pulled out the contents and held the small stack of photographs in one hand even more confused when he saw the first photograph as it resembled pornography more then it resembled Natalie. The close-up photography of a rear view snapshot of a woman being double penetrated. It was quite clear, and appeared to be in motion as the man thrusting into her ass appeared to be withdrawing as the other man beneath her was plunging deeper into her pussy. He was oblivious to the fact it was Natalie until the next photo which clearly showed her face and a third man in her mouth. He looked up to Natalie with a quiet laugh.

"Well, surprise of the year... I've never heard of the term bukkake. You wouldn't think this would turn me away, did you? I'd never dream of judging you for your past or any sexual urges you have." He continued to thumb through the photographs until he came upon the one where Natalie's face was an absolute mess with spatters of semen. "Wow, you were a mess... How many men did you let cum on your face in this picture?" He flipped it around to show her. He raises his shoulders into a shrug. "I suppose I've always been somewhat of a voyeur. Its actually kind of a turn on.." He was referring to the hardcore photographs of her.

Natalie hadn't realized that she was holding her breath until he spoke. Instant relief was sort of a weak term for what she experienced, but it was enough. She smiled at him just a little—still a bit embarrassed. "Really? So this doesn't upset you at all?" Cora hadn't expected him to be quite so accepting, but she was willing to run with that. Happy to know that this hadn't changed the way he felt about her, she put her arms around him and kissed him deeply, pictures be damned. "I'm so glad..." And then the second part of his statement sunk in.

"A turn on? Interesting... so this is something you would want to see?" she asked, tilting her pretty head. What a fascinating idea. Her lover was actually accepting and appreciating the idea of her with other men. "I think we should discuss this," she said, snuggling into him. "I didn't know you were into voyeurism."

Kaiden had squeezed out a muffled laugh when she had thrown herself onto him. He returned the kiss but shook his head with an evident smile worn on those handsome features when she pulled away. He looked at her a bit sheepish and then shrugged again, just a touch uncomfortable admitting the sordid reality. "Not something I've thought hard on over the years but the idea definitely strikes a chord. I didn't know how much until you showed me these pictures." He wrapped an arm over her when she snuggled into him. Kaiden leaning back into the cushion of the love seat and pulling Natalie with him.

He glanced towards the photographs from the corner or his eye, hiding his amusement behind the rim of his wine glass as he raises it to his mouth for another drink. "There's so much to discuss I wouldn't know where to begin... I could only lean on you for answers. How you go about it safely, that sort of thing. You just look so turned on and satisfied that it makes me want to be a part of that." He tilted his head at angle to regard her, looking down to Natalie with a smug appearance. "You sure you're up to the challenge? Those pictures look a couple years old." He was obviously teasing as they were both in their physical prime or so it seemed.

Kaiden reached for one of the pictures, sucking in a really deep breath as he nervously let the words escape. "This one is really good. Did you like it? Would you try it for me?" It was the photograph of her sandwiched between two men as they took her holes simultaneously. "What's that called? The second guy taking your ass while you were riding the other? Double penetration?" Something Kaiden had seen reserved for the most hardcore pornography and there was his lovely girlfriend doing it in the photo. He couldn't shake the feeling that it made him a freak for wanting to see it in the flesh.

Natalie smiled as he reassured her, holding her close while he leaned back. Resting against him, she listened to him explain his feelings. "Well, I can tell you all you want to know, baby. When we did all this in the pictures, everyone had an std screening and a background check. We didn't take any chances there." She was proud of his reaction, asking if she'd been safe and how. And that he was curious as to how it was done only made her happier. He wanted to stay with her, and even better—he wanted to see it happen in person.

She smiled and kissed his neck playfully. "I'm up to the challenge, but are you sure it's what you want? You wouldn't get jealous?" she asked, looking up at him. There was one thing she wouldn't let happen—she wouldn't lose Kaiden over a kink like this. If he wanted to see it happen, she'd make it happen, but she needed to know he could handle it.

Finally, she knew he really wanted to take part when he asked about double penetration. "Of course, baby. I'd do anything for you. It felt so good. But would you want to watch? Or would you want to take part?"


A man with a muscular build, often casually dressed in black jeans and v-neck t-shirts that highlight his physique. His personality is marked by openness and acceptance, particularly towards his girlfriend's past experiences and sexual preferences. He demonstrates this through his non-judgmental reaction to her revelations. Moreover, he shows curiosity about her kinks rather than repulsion or discomfort. Kaiden also has a sense of humor, which he uses to lighten the mood during tense moments. Despite having some insecurities, he's willing to explore new experiences for the sake of their relationship. Importantly, he displays sensitivity towards safety and consent when discussing potentially risky activities.

Kaiden had squeezed out a muffled laugh when she had thrown herself onto him. He returned the kiss but shook his head with an evident smile worn on those handsome features when she pulled away. He looked at her a bit sheepish and then shrugged again, just a touch uncomfortable admitting the sordid reality. "Not something I've thought hard on over the years but the idea definitely strikes a chord. I didn't know how much until you showed me these pictures." He wrapped an arm over her when she snuggled into him. Kaiden leaning back into the cushion of the love seat and pulling Natalie with him.

He glanced towards the photographs from the corner or his eye, hiding his amusement behind the rim of his wine glass as he raises it to his mouth for another drink. "There's so much to discuss I wouldn't know where to begin... I could only lean on you for answers. How you go about it safely, that sort of thing. You just look so turned on and satisfied that it makes me want to be a part of that." He tilted his head at angle to regard her, looking down to Natalie with a smug appearance. "You sure you're up to the challenge? Those pictures look a couple years old." He was obviously teasing as they were both in their physical prime or so it seemed.

Kaiden reached for one of the pictures, sucking in a really deep breath as he nervously let the words escape. "This one is really good. Did you like it? Would you try it for me?" It was the photograph of her sandwiched between two men as they took her holes simultaneously. "What's that called? The second guy taking your ass while you were riding the other? Double penetration?" Something Kaiden had seen reserved for the most hardcore pornography and there was his lovely girlfriend doing it in the photo. He couldn't shake the feeling that it made him a freak for wanting to see it in the flesh.


A young woman who carries herself confidently. She possesses a toned physique, suggesting regular physical activity related to her implied interest in fighting sports. Her choice of attire---a short black dress---suggests she's comfortable showcasing her body and is aware of its allure. Maggie's personality is strong-willed, independent and enjoys controlling situations. She's flirtatious yet maintains boundaries, not easily swayed by smooth talk or compliments. She has a certain level of street-smart intelligence; she uses fake IDs and knows how men typically behave at clubs. Despite enjoying clubbing and drinking, she values meaningful connections over casual encounters.

Maggie always enjoying clubbing. Though the experience could be a little disorienting; the music was loud, a majority of people were drunk, and it was easy to lose track of time. She couldn't find her friends, but she didn't much care. If there was a problem, they would find her. Maggie moved with the crowd, the beat bringing life back into her soul. She wasn't much of a dancer, well in public at least, but she did enjoy it.

The hot air smelled of stale alcohol, cologne and all manner of other nightly scents. The club normally smelled this way, making the experience all the more memorable. She felt her body sway to the music, sending an odd relaxed feeling to cross over her. She chuckled softly, running her fingers through her hair as she slowly weaved out of the crowd. She approached the bar, flashing her fake I.D. She ordered a shot of whiskey, happily downing it as it was placed back on the counter. Maggie slowly sat down at the bar, turning her head to observe the crowd.

Ben had watched her come out from the dance floor once he noticed her. He couldn't say he recognized her, he couldn't place her face from anywhere on campus, which immediately caught his interest, but as well, he could tell just by how she swayed and moved to the music, she looked to be ready to indulge a night of benders and ecstasy. Had that look of a young woman who wasn't raised well, and gladly took her frustrations out on vices to help relax her mind. Seen it before, and they were easy to get. They usually only wanted one night stands, nothing more, and they'd prefer you out of their bed once the morning came so they didn't need to see the regret on their face. He was more than happy to leave while they slept off the hangover. Once she sat down, he watched her down the shot of whiskey and take a moment to breath and see the crowd as he did. How best to approach her? He could order a drink, she didn't seem interested in a soft drink, and probably wanted to get hammered. This was where his own fake ID came into play.

Just because he wasn't drinking didn't mean he wouldn't have an ID. He ordered her a Whiskey sour, and once the drink was put in front of her, the bartender pointed out the buyer. When Mag looked over, she'd see him with a small smile, and giving a wave.

Maggie frowned as the drink was placed in front of her. She opened her mouth to respond before the man was pointed out. She raised an eyebrow, running her finger along the rim of the glass. She didn't know him, but granted she didn't know a lot of people. Especially men who bought her drinks. But that's exactly what she wanted. All she had to do was flirt a little bit and get all that she wanted. It helped if they were already drunk, but she could work with either. She turned towards him, taking her glass before approaching him. She took a sip as she approached before sitting down on a stool next to him. "Not even going to check and make sure I'm of age? Buying random girls drinks at clubs could land you in serious trouble," She shrugged, sipping the drink, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

"I'd be more worried about if that ID you flashed was fake than buying a drink for a lovely woman." Ben commented, looking straight at the bar self in front of them. "At least I have the advantage of a simple mix-up and the fault of the bar keeper giving you another drink. But, I'd feel silly discussing the issues of underaged drinking, and the socio-political environment of college aged young adults having to feel like they need to buy women drinks to get their attention without at least asking what your name is?"

Ben had such a smug grin on his face, clearly being sarcastic as he spoke. Hard not to have some sort of charm if you're able to be coy and snarky. "I'm Ben. Pleasure to meet you, miss..."

Maggie smirked, sipping the whiskey once again. She flashed him a smile before responding. "Maggie." She responded simply with a smile. "So what are you doing down here besides buying a young adult a drink to get her attention." She leaned forward ever so slightly with intrigue.

He was certainly a character that's for sure. She was quick to make a quick profile of him. Her eyes scanned over him. If he was wealthy, he didn't seem to flaunt it, but with the way he held himself certainly appealed to the idea. She had seen her fair share of rich men, most only ever after one thing. Hell, a majority of men at clubs all sought after the same form of pleasure, whether that be of the physical kind or emotional kind. It was enjoyable to lead them on, make them get confident and cocky, make them believe they're gonna get some and then leave them hanging out to dry.

"Lovely name." Ben complimented, which he was honest about. Foreign names that are uncommon can be quite beautiful to hear from native speakers. "Same old, same old. Join friends for a night on the town, distress from the week, and do your best to forget the misery come Monday." For when classes started up again and they they all had to act like adults again. "But, seems I've lost my friends. And instead, I've ended up in your company, which, no offense to them, is much better I imagine." He again complimented, looking into her eyes. He leaned his head onto his hands as he talked, admiring her gorgeous skin color, and beautiful eyes.

He always did enjoy Latinas. Either they were nice girls who fell for every compliment you gave, or they were Maggie here, not willing to take shit from anyone, and were looking for a fun time. The more he spoke, Mag would have a better idea of his accent. Very British, Received Pronunciation as it would be called. It was odd in the company of so many other Americans here, but certainly he found it added to his charm that he was something almost 'exotic.' Who doesn't even a silver tongued English gentlemen, with a voice so smooth, it was like moving your hand over carved marble.

Maggie chuckled warmly, at his response. His accent was smooth and rich, only increasing her over all interest in the man. She had met a few Brits in her time, but they never really stuck around. Though she knew this trick. Hell, it was one she used quite often, Spanish is a romantic language after all.

"I appreciate your compliments and the drink, but if you're looking for a partner for the night, I suggest you look else where. I can even point you in the direction of some women who will be more than happy to let you shove them down against a bed. Or you can always hire a prostitute to do it for you," She shrugged, taking another drink.

Maggie paused for a moment before downing the rest of the glass, placing it back down on the counter. "I'm a bitch you don't want to get involved with," She said simply, gently reaching up to tussle his hair before taking a step back.

She offered him a small little wave and a wink before she sauntered off back into the hustle of the party. Hook. Line. And sinker.

She was good. Ben watched as she left and entered back into the group, adjusting his glasses again. Playing hard to get, and wanting him to follow her trail. They were playing the same game. Well, far be it from him to be one upped. Finishing his own drink, Ben gave a tip to the bartender, and took off his jacket, handing it over to a friend of his. Ben wore under it a black T-shirt, and quickly made his way through the crowd to find her again. He imagined she'd be on the dance floor, trying to attract attention. Doubtful she was gonna try sitting out the rest of the evening elsewhere. If there were other eyes on her, she probably wanted to set up competition between them all, see if anyone was worth a shot. Ben felt like he was going to win that easily. The hard part was never that he couldn't prove himself, but that he wasn't simply all show, not tell. Mag would find Ben was much, much MUCH, more than she could ever possibly imagine he was.

Maggie rejoined the crowd, allowing the music to direct her once again, the beat sending life and purpose into her body. She already knew that he had followed, he was an ambitious man, much like herself in fact. He didn't want her to win, it's possible he underestimated her, most did. But she wasn't going down without a fight. Maggie slowly moved towards the center of the crowd, catching eyes and gathering attention when needed. She made a few flirtatious remarks towards other men, toying with them like a dog on a leash, but ultimately leaving them to wait aimlessly for her to return.

From first glances you wouldn't really see the muscle she had accumulated over the years, but it was certainly present. She wore a short black dress that proudly displayed her toned body, one she was quite proud of. Fighting was a dangerous sport, but one hell of a workout.

When she turned around, Ben was right there, casually dancing to the new song that began to play over the speakers.

He had snuck up on her without her noticing. "You're good." He told her, giving a wink and a big smile her way. While the other men could wait, he wasn't. She wanted a challenge, he was gonna give it. "And here I thought women didn't like to tease. Well done to prove me wrong." He joked, dancing in circles around her. He danced well, casually moving about to the beat of the song. He seemed to have a better way around his own feet than the other men she flirted with did. Ben didn't simply take MMA lessons for fun, and certainly didn't have to do dancing/gymnast classes to impress women. Ben enjoyed building up skills for different purposes. Some were for pleasure, some for business, and some were because he had to make someone his bitch.

"One of the best." Maggie shrugged simply, continuing to dance to the song, ensuring she kept in time. She continued to dance and sway to the tune, not stopping at her flirtatious gestures towards the other men, testing to see if how much he was really trying. Maggie purposefully brushed up against other men, dancing with them for just a moment or two before she moved onto the next. The music and the alcohol helped aid her in her seduction, liquid confidence burning through her body at each step and touch.

When she turned to face Ben, he wasn't standing where he was anymore. Somehow, he ended up behind her again, without alerting her. "Maybe you try too hard." He simply commented, almost like he wanted to scare her with his sudden appearance out of nowhere. Now, Ben normally wasn't as creepy as this, but he felt like being playful in his own way. Which is that he's better at being sneaky than her, and enjoys toying with people. She could act the tough girl all she wanted, but he knew she was interested in him. The body language, flirting with the other men, all to see what power she could sway over them all. Didn't help that the shots were likely affecting how good she thought she was being, but hey, who could doubt such confidence? When Ben looked to the other men though, none seemed willing to join in with her as Ben stayed so close. The way Ben eyed them, when he looked at her, he had the eyes of a suave, cheeky Brit who was lookin' to score. When he looked to them, it was much more intense. Like he wanted to scare them away, even as his smile stayed the same. One guy tried coming up to her, but Ben simply, and naturally cut between them as he continued to casually dance.

"I wouldn't try yet." He simply told the other guy, leaning in so he knew Ben wasn't backing down yet. If she didn't want him, he believed she would certainly push him away. He wouldn't try so hard with a girl who said no. There certainly were others in the bar he could go after.

But why give up on the girl playing hard ball because she has an inferiority complex?

Maggie smirked as he reappeared behind her. "A bit ambitious aren't you?" She laughed softly, continuing the dance.

She remained on the dance floor until the song ended. Maggie smiled at Ben before turning once more. She started towards the door, the night slowly starting to get to her. She glanced over her shoulder, offering Ben a small wink as she flicked her head forward.

She wasn't sure whether or not she trusted him. Though she really didn't trust many, so it wasn't such a big deal. She pushed open the door, taking in a breath of fresh air, the music slowly dying out behind her.

Ben had barely broken a sweat while on the dance floor. He kept calm and cool as he followed Maggie, keeping instep every time she tried throwing him off her scent. "Too much to handle?" Ben asked her, a retort for how she was too much to handle. When she finished and signaled him to follow, his smile grew, knowing he got her. He walked behind her, stretching his neck side to side as he followed the Latina. Once outside, Ben gave his own deep breath, taking in the cold air to cool off his warm skin.

"I must say, your dancing... could use an improvement." He teasingly joked, walking up besides her. "I wouldn't say it brings shame to your culture, buuuuuuuuuut... it's a start?" He had another big grin on his face as he looked back at her.

Maggie let out a soft laugh, raising an eyebrow as she looked back at him. "And what do you suggest?" She asked, running a hand through her dark hair. Her arms crossed over her chest, her weight shifting to rest on one leg. She leaned forward ever so slightly, biting down on her bottom lip with a smirk.

"Well," Ben began to say, turning to face her. "I could teach you some of what I know. Head to my place, or yours, and show you some moves." As he said that, he stepped forward, their bodies only an inch or two away from each other. "Might be a bit rough, if you're okay with that."

Maggie smirked, gently running a finger down his chest, tapping just above his waistline. "I find your confidence rather amusing... though I don't want to ruin your night, I unfortunately am not a woman who just puts out for any man. You might have to try a bit harder than that." She murmured softly before taking a small step back, the smile still resonating on her face. "I'm rather complicated," She chuckled softly.

Was she being difficult on purpose? Yes. In all honesty, she was rather interested in him. But if she jumped at every sexual advance towards her, she would be no different from a harlot in the streets. If she was going to get down with anyone, an established relationship would have to be in order. She didn't want to waste her time after all. She wanted a connection with someone. It made enjoying the pleasure of the intimacy all the better.


A man who exudes confidence and charm. He carries himself in a way suggestive of wealth, although he doesn't overtly flaunt it. His British accent adds an element of exoticism in his American surroundings, making him even more appealing. He's also physically fit, as indicated by his stamina on dance floor and hinted experience in MMA. As for personality, Ben is persistent, ambitious and enjoys challenges; he's not deterred easily. He has a playful nature---often being sarcastic or cheeky---but also exhibits a more intense side when asserting dominance over other men. Despite his initial intentions for casual encounters, Ben seems open for deeper connections given he doesn't give up on Maggie despite her resistance.

"Well," Ben began to say, turning to face her. "I could teach you some of what I know. Head to my place, or yours, and show you some moves." As he said that, he stepped forward, their bodies only an inch or two away from each other. "Might be a bit rough, if you're okay with that."


A man of robust physique, with chiseled abs and a strong build that complements his naturally dominant personality. He is confident, taking the lead in their intimate interactions and guiding Zaria through her first-time experiences. His rugged hands hint at a life of physical exertion or training. Despite his powerful presence, he demonstrates restraint and patience, showing care for Zaria's comfort during their encounter. His smirks and winks reflect his playful side while his whispers reveal an underlying tenderness towards Zaria.

It didn't take long before Zaria opened her mouth so that the Prince could push his tongue past those sweet, luscious lips. Their tongues clashed and danced in an erotic display of intimacy as the young lady seemed to melt under his embrace. An even greater sense of contentment washed over him as Zaria worked her way on top of his lap, completely of her own accord. Simon welcomed the gesture and found himself thrusting his hips ever so slightly, granting some stimulation against the bulge which was growing ever larger.

While saliva continued to wash back and forth between their heated mouths, Simon's hands slipped down to her rear. Using his strong hands he fondled with the plump flesh of her cheeks, as much as the fabric of her dress would allow. Breathing in her scent and kissing her so deeply was driving his senses wild, kindling those raw instincts to mark her body as his own. Various thoughts flashed through his mind. Was it too soon? Would she think less of him? Simon cast those questions aside as quickly as they had arisen and broke their intense lip lock with a wet popping sound.

"I think we should get you out of those clothes..." Simon whispered with a voice of soft silk. His natural reaction was to start tearing the garments away from Zaria's body so that he could get access to her smooth skin. Thankfully, he demonstrated enough restraint so that he wouldn't ruin her beautiful clothes.

Feeling his hips thrust up, Zaria let out a barely audible moan. It made her face go red as she knew it slipped. Zaria could only hope that he didn't hear it. She never made that sort of noise before. Then again, this feeling was all so new. Was it normal to feel this way towards someone? What was this sort of desire that her body was craving? Zaria continued to kiss Simon, feeling his hands slide to her rear. It felt good as he fondled with it. Hell, everything was feeling so damn good.

As soon as the kiss released, Zaria took a few deep breaths of air. Her eyes slowly opened to see a trail of saliva connecting from her mouth to his. He then asked a question which made her heart flutter. No one had ever seen her naked body before. Well, she wouldn't be naked just yet as she still had her panties and a bra on. Once the dress was removed, Zaria blushed deeply and soon wrapped her arms around Simon. "No one... has seen me like this before..." She whispered.

Zaria had absolutely no idea if he would love seeing her body like this, or despise it. Her skin was smooth and soft. There were no marks like the one on her face. Still, Zaria had no idea if he would be attracted in such a way. Then again, if he wasn't attracted, would he have kissed her like that? Zaria pulled back slightly and looked down at his shirt. She swallowed hard, but brought her hands to his shirt. "I... want to take this off to..." She whispered, looking up at him and making eye contact. Once she is given permission to do so, she would slowly unbutton each button until she could slip it off and look at his naked chest. Her cheeks felt hot as she gently trailed a hand down his chest. He was so strong. Very attractive.

The thought of Zaria never having been so close with somebody hadn't crossed his mind until she mentioned it. This only served to heighten his arousal, knowing that he would be the first to take her body and teach her the pleasures of such sweet love. "It's okay, my love. I want you to bare it all for me. I'll be seeing a lot more of you naked in the future..." He whispered back softly and began to unfasten her bra, allowing her petite breasts to breathe properly as a smirk crossed his lips. Simon cupped the delicate curves of Zaria's breasts with his rugged hands and teased his thumbs gently over her nipples. Knowing this was her first time he would have to take things slow and ease her into it. That makes it all the more fun. He thought to himself.

"How does that feel, Zaria? Your breasts are so smooth and soft to touch..." He continued this for quite some time, stimulating her chest and easing his fingers across her plump assets. "When you're ready you can help me unbutton this shirt." Simon gave her a cheeky wink, glad that she was taking some initiative and expressing the desire to strip him of his own clothes. He had been feeling clammy from the summer heat all day regardless, so this would be the perfect excuse to get rid of his top and put his muscly torso on display.

As the tension continued to escalate his throbbing shaft was begging to be released and a wetness was starting to form due to the arousal. Hopefully it wouldn't be much longer until they got to that stage and the Princess could service his extremely hung member.

Zaria looked down at her chest as it was now bare. It didn't take long for Simon to take hold of them and start teasing her nipple. A deep breath escaped and her eyes closed for a moment. It felt good when he touched her in such a way. Frankly, it made her want even more. "It feels... really good.." Zaria almost whispered. "Please don't stop." She asked him softly. The feeling of his fingers playing with her nipples caused Zaria to shiver again. She pressed herself a little harder against Simon's bulge without even thinking.

He was soon shirtless too. Zaria leaned a little closer so she could kiss him again. She was craving his taste once again. It was quite addicting. Her tongue swirled around with his. One of her hands was pressed against his torso. The other hand around his neck. Only for a moment. Her finger was touching his the top of his spine and slowly trailed down, and then back up again.

When she pulled back from the kiss, she shivered a little bit. "My... my panties are feeling wet.." She admitted. "Its feeling tingly And.. and I can feel your bulge throbbing against me." She whispered against his lips.

Simon soaked in the atmosphere and took his time becoming familiar with every last bit of Zaria's delightful body. She had already removed his shirt and was doing her own share of exploring as he felt her delicate hands across his chiseled abs. A rough growl escaped his lips at the sensation and the strain against his massive shaft was getting more intense by the minute. They shared another passionate kiss, this time fueled with greater hunger and lust, tantalizing their tongues as he found his body resonating with her own.

The moment her lips left his there was a sense of need. Simon leaned back in towards her, craving that embrace until she began to speak. His Princess was starting to become wet with arousal and he wasn't about to let that go unnoticed. "That's natural, don't worry. Would you like me to help you out with that? I can make it feel even better..." Simon dropped his right hand to her panties and rubbed with just enough force against the fabric to pleasure her sex and get his own fingertips damp with her arousal.


A young woman with a smooth, unblemished skin that matches her innocence. She is naturally shy and reserved, blushing easily at intimate interactions, yet she carries an underlying curiosity and desire for exploration. Her naivety about physical intimacy reveals her inexperience but also highlights her trust in Simon. Despite initial hesitations, she possesses a bold streak as shown when she takes the initiative to undress Simon and explore his body. Her gentle touches reflect her tender nature while her whispers indicate a soft-spoken personality.

Simon soaked in the atmosphere and took his time becoming familiar with every last bit of Zaria's delightful body. She had already removed his shirt and was doing her own share of exploring as he felt her delicate hands across his chiseled abs. A rough growl escaped his lips at the sensation and the strain against his massive shaft was getting more intense by the minute. They shared another passionate kiss, this time fueled with greater hunger and lust, tantalizing their tongues as he found his body resonating with her own.

The moment her lips left his there was a sense of need. Simon leaned back in towards her, craving that embrace until she began to speak. His Princess was starting to become wet with arousal and he wasn't about to let that go unnoticed. "That's natural, don't worry. Would you like me to help you out with that? I can make it feel even better..." Simon dropped his right hand to her panties and rubbed with just enough force against the fabric to pleasure her sex and get his own fingertips damp with her arousal.

Zaria took a few deep breaths in and slowly released it. She was trying to calm down a bit, but it was quite difficult. "You... can make it feel even better than this?" She raised an eyebrow. Simon then reached down and started rubbing her sex through her panties. She gasped and gripped onto his shoulders a little bit. Her body temperature was starting to rise as she continued getting worked up. A soft moan slipped which caused her to blush madly again. Zaria couldn't even hold it back.

"It... feels so good." Zaria panted lightly. Her hips twitched slightly from time to time as he continued to rub. The Princess could feel her panties getting wetter the longer he continued to touch her. Eventually she sat up on her knees. "I can't wear these... They're... they're getting to wet..." She said while blushing madly. Zaria moved off of him and sat on the edge of the bed. She shifted her panties off and then tossed them on the ground. Then, she looked over at her Prince. Zaria gently placed a hand on his cheek. Her other hand started to rub his inner thigh, slowly making its way to his bulge where she started to rub him gently just as he did for her.


A first-year teacher with a past as a college cheerleader. His professional demeanor masks an underlying inappropriate attraction to underage girls, making him manipulative and predatory. He uses his position of authority to put himself in compromising situations with his students under the guise of teaching them cheerleading techniques. Despite these unseemly tendencies, Matt is capable of maintaining a facade of normalcy that allows him to integrate into the school system undetected.

Matt had been given an assignment that he had only ever dreamed about. If the principle knew about his secret, he would never have put him near to the assignment. He would probably have fired him. It wasn't like he had asked for the assignment, but he was sure going to enjoy it.

Matt was a first year teacher at Maxville Middle school. He taught 6th grade. And today the principal had named him as the coach for the 6th grade cheerleaders. Matt had been a cheerleader in college. He figured that was why he got the job.

He was looking at his clipboard that had the names of the four girls who had signed up, but there was only one girl sitting in the bleachers. She was familiar, and she was in his English class. He went over and sat on the row below her. "Yuuki, do you know where the other girls are?"

He could not help but admire her slender, tanned legs that disappeared into her tight white shorts. He had never seen Yuuki in anything but shorts and a hoodie, and he had been imagining how she would look in a t-shirt.

Yuuki smiled to herself as she sat on the bleachers by herself, sure she might hate the idea of pompoms and short skirts but screwing over other cheerleaders, especially the snobbish ones who talked down to her last year when she was in fifth grade.

She looked at the person who walked in surprised to see her English teacher. Yuuki looked up at him an innocent smile on her face despite the glint of mischief in her eyes. "Other girls? I don't know what you're talking about" She said, in fact Yuuki had lied to them and told the girls it had been canceled and rescheduled for another day. "I guess since I'm the only one here, will I get a chance to join the team?" She asked him.

"You should certainly have an excellent chance, but you will still have to prove yourself." Matt patted her bare leg. "Let's get you a practice uniform and see what you have."

Standing up and facing her, "Do you have any cheer experience?" He led Yuuki into the girls locker room and to the equipment room. He opened a cabinet. "What do you have on under your hoodie? I need to get an idea of your size... um, for your t-shirt."

Yuuki smiled at him and nodded her head some ad she heard she had an excellent chance at getting on to the team following him as he led her to get a uniform.

"I have some experience; my mom taught me some things over the summer. I don't think I've ever seen her happier." She pointed out. "Oh, I have a t-shirt under this." She said, "I'll take a medium if you have it." She added, as she started to take off her hoodie, revealing a black shirt which said, "Yes, I'm right now. I'll explain why you're wrong."

Matt grinned at the t-shirt and took a look at the young girl. It looked like she was just starting to develop, and the tight t-shirt really highlighted them. He pretended to be reading her shirt as he ogled her developing body.

"Hmmm, you might want to rethink the motto on your shirt. I'll be one who is right during cheer practice," he grinned. He grabbed a medium-sized t-shirt and held it up to her and scowled. "No, I think these run a little big. I'll get you a small instead." He handed her a small white shirt before opening another box containing practice shorts. They were small and tight and resembled the shorts the girl's volleyball team wore. "Here, I think these should work OK. Why don't you try it all on and we'll see how well your mom taught you. I assume she must have been a cheerleader in school?"

His eyes roamed up and down Yuuki's body. "I think you have the body to make a good cheerleader. When you are ready, we'll do some stretching." He was impressed and aroused with Yuuki, and it was beginning to show in her own shorts.

Yuuki saw him staring at her chest, presuming that he was reading her shirt; she stuck her chest down more so that he could read it better; her lips turning into a smile when he mentioned that he would be right more than her "I don't know about that Coach Matt, but I think we'll see who's on top by the end of the school year." She said, giving a roll of her eyes "My mom was a cheerleader all through high school and college. It was her dream, and she made it real."

She took off her t-shirt revealing that nothing was under it before she put the new one on then took off her shorts revealing the black panties she wore underneath them. After putting them on, she put a hand on her hip and cocked her head. "This feels a bit tight, but how do I look?" She asked him.

Matt couldn't believe Yuuki stripped of her t-shirt right in front of him, but he did nothing to stop her. He licked his lips as her little mounds came into view. He actually felt a loss when she pulled on the other shirt.

"Really, I was a cheerleader in college too. I'm looking forward to seeing what you have learned from her." He caught an eye roll and thought to himself, "oh, you'll spend some time on top all right."

"Not at all, I think they fit perfectly." He turned her around on her shoulders and looked at her narrow butt. "Oh, I hate pantylines, don't you?"

Yuuki didn't mind being turned around, clothes pushing and rubbing against her with each movement. "Is there anything else I can wear?" she asked him. "They suck but I guess I'm ready to show off." She went towards the door, then out of the locker room.

"No, this is what the team wears to practice. I want all the girls to wear the same thing. Your mom might have told you there is more to cheerleading than just gymnastics." Matt watched her ass as she walked to the door. "Start your stretching, and I'll be out there in a minute to help you finish stretching." Yea, he was looking forward to stretching her out in a lot of ways. While he waited for the tent in his shirts to wane, he texted the other girls that were supposed to show up to see why they didn't show up. One by one, they replied that Yuuki had told him that tryouts had been postponed.

Well, that little shit. Maybe it was time to make her learn a lesson. Matt thought about it for a bit before going out to the practice gym.

"OK, let's get you good and loose. On your hands and knees on the mat." When she was on the mat, he pushed her chest to the mat and started flexing and stretching her legs. At one point, his leg was pressed tightly against the crotch of her panties.

Yuuki groaned at hearing that news but did as ordered. Her hips shook some as she went over to a mat and started her stretching. Yuuki smiled as she realized that she practically had this in the bag as she stretched unaware of what would await her shortly. Hearing the door open, she turned to see Matt walk in but did as told, unsure of how this would help as she got on her hands and knees as ordered, giving off a grunt as she felt Matt against her panties.

"Coach Matt, can you back up a bit?" She asked him a bit uncomfortable about this.

"Back up from what?" he asked as he continued to stretch her long muscles. When he would push her leg up and back, he could feel her rubbing on his knee. "Oh, I got some interesting texts. Seems the other girls thought the tryout had been postponed. I guess I will have to have another tryout."

He tried to see her dance for any reaction, but all he noticed was her body get stiff for an instance. "OK, on your back." He held her leg and bent it at the knee and pushed her knee up to her chest. As he did, his knee grinded against her shorts. "I don't want any of my girls pulling a muscle."

Yuuki gasped some as she felt him continue to grind into her crotch with his knee, causing a groan of sorts to escape her as she started to turn red as he did so. "Oh? That's great news! I'm so glad that they're showing up. It would be a shame to lose such talent" She said with a bright smile on her face. Whether she was lying about that or not was hard to tell as she was placed on her back and stretched more; a stain started to form in her panties as she started to leak into them "I-I think we did enough stretching for now..."

Matt could feel a dampness on his knee and smiled to himself. "Maybe that is enough for now. I really don't want to see you pull something." He moved his knee away from her crotch and stood up. He offered his hand to pull her up.

"How about you show me what your mom has taught you. Remember, cheering is more than just the gymnastic and dance moves. You have to look like you are enjoying yourself and convey that to the fans watching." He walked to the edge of the mat and sat down and took out his phone. I'll take a few videos so I can look at them later. When he sat down, it was obvious that he was aroused.

"Just some basic stuff for now. A few jumps, and if you can do any backflips, that would be good to see."

Yuuki gave him a mischievous smile, giving off a look for the camera that would clearly not be understood by anyone but those who watched it as she started to do some cheers.

"A backflip, hmmm, I haven't done one of those in a while," she said as she quickly did a back flip, revealing the wet stain in her clothing to the camera before she quickly did a split and shook her pompoms.

Coach Matt got up and walked over to her. "Hold that pose right there. Let me show you a few things that will help your presentation."

When he got to her, he put his phone on the mat and placed a hand on her lower back and the other on her chest just above her small breasts. He pushed her back forward and her chest back. "You are slouching a little, and you want to be more erect, like you are pointing your chest at the crowd." He held her like that for a few seconds to let the pose sink in. "When you are doing your cheer, you want to have the crowd looking at you. Push your cute tits out like this, and I promise you will get the guys in the crowd looking."

"You really do have good moves Yuuki. We just need to work on the small details." He put a hand under her crotch and moved his hand from the mat to her tightly spread shorts. "Feel how far you are from the mat. You want to have your crotch right down on the mat." He emphasized the gap by moving his hand up and down a few times, each time patting her sex through the shorts.

He took his hands and helped her twist her legs slightly. "Now feel the angle of your legs now? It's a small adjustment and I want you to work on it each time you practice your splits." He took his hand and attempted to slide it under her again, but she was completely down on the mat. He attempted several times to slide his hand under her, feeling the wet spot grow. "See how close to the mat you are now?"

He took her hand and slid his cupped hand under her crotch and helped her stand. "See what I mean about small details. OK, grab your water bottle and take a little break."


An 11 years old slender girl with tanned legs and golden eyes. She typically dresses in shorts and a hoodie, but underneath she often wears provocative t-shirts that hint at her rebellious nature. Despite her youth, Yuuki possesses an air of confidence and mischief that belies her age. Her actions suggest she's not afraid to manipulate situations to her advantage, even if it means bending the truth. However, she also exhibits naivety about the consequences of such actions.

Coach Matt got up and walked over to her. "Hold that pose right there. Let me show you a few things that will help your presentation."

When he got to her, he put his phone on the mat and placed a hand on her lower back and the other on her chest just above her small breasts. He pushed her back forward and her chest back. "You are slouching a little, and you want to be more erect, like you are pointing your chest at the crowd." He held her like that for a few seconds to let the pose sink in. "When you are doing your cheer, you want to have the crowd looking at you. Push your cute tits out like this, and I promise you will get the guys in the crowd looking."

"You really do have good moves Yuuki. We just need to work on the small details." He put a hand under her crotch and moved his hand from the mat to her tightly spread shorts. "Feel how far you are from the mat. You want to have your crotch right down on the mat." He emphasized the gap by moving his hand up and down a few times, each time patting her sex through the shorts.

He took his hands and helped her twist her legs slightly. "Now feel the angle of your legs now? It's a small adjustment and I want you to work on it each time you practice your splits." He took his hand and attempted to slide it under her again, but she was completely down on the mat. He attempted several times to slide his hand under her, feeling the wet spot grow. "See how close to the mat you are now?"

He took her hand and slid his cupped hand under her crotch and helped her stand. "See what I mean about small details. OK, grab your water bottle and take a little break."

Yuuki looked up at him, stuck in the pose, her erect nipples pointing out of the outfit as they pointed at him. She looked up at him golden eyes blinking in confusion as she opened her mouth "Why would I want guys to look at me for? Isn't the point of this to make sure people watch the game?" She asked him a bit strained.

Yuuki smiled as she was complimented: "Yes, my mom had me learn these things even if I didn't want to" She told him this in annoyance. "But it did help in sports, which is what I really wanted to do, buuuuuut nooooo, girls don't do that." She said before she squeaked, feeling his palm smack against her wet crotch causing her to leak more and form a puddle as she blushed "I-is this needed?" She asked him.

Feeling her legs turn and force her down to the floor made her groan once more as she panted softly "I'm not sure if I'm cut out for this to be honest," she told him as she sat in a puddle of her own making, feeling him rub against something she wasn't expecting caused a moan to escape her as she found herself having her first orgasm, a shudder escaping her as she started to fall forward before she was lifted up by her legs feeling like jelly as she struggled to walk towards her water bottle, unsure what had just happened to her but knowing it felt kind of great.


A strong, physically fit man with an initially reserved demeanor that gradually gives way to confidence and assertiveness in intimate situations. His strength allows him to easily carry Eden, indicating a well-built physique. He has a playful side, revealed through his teasing and flirtatious remarks. Despite his initial awkwardness, he evolves into an alpha male figure under the influence of desire, demonstrating adaptability and dominance in sexual encounters. His appreciation for beauty suggests he's aesthetically inclined and observant. He also appears thoughtful, showing concern for not ruining Eden's dress during their passionate exchange.

Her kisses were very distracting and Max almost tripped on the coffee table. That would have been an amusing sight, albeit a painful one. At least she was light enough, or he was strong enough? Either way it did not take much effort to carry her to the couch. He restrained an urge to just plunge in the softness of it as he was not alone and he was not carrying a can of beer to watch the game...

Max sat in with a slight grunt and the movement shifted Eden to his lap where he was sure she could sense something hard poking at her delicious butt. Yeah, I have an erection, sue me... Max smirked. Though he was sure that no one could blame him for that. He had a gorgeous young woman in his lap kissing him hungrily. The best thing was that she did not seem to be faking it.

He wrapped his strong hands around her light form. But not too tight, he felt as if he was holding a delicate porcelain figurine that could break if he applied some force. He ran his fingers up and down her back, but the dress was in the way. Max leaned and started kissing her just behind the ear. Her smell was intoxicating. Max felt a bit playful and gently nibbled on the ear-lobe.

Max's fingers found the zipper of her dress. It took some effort to do so, as it was a delicate thing. He slowly pulled it back, as he did not want to ruin it, besides his hands were shaking a bit. After all it was not everyday that you could have some fun with such an other-worldly creature, as if taken from those fantasy films he used to like as a kid. She was like an elf in the land of mortals...

His moment of clumsiness drew a surprised squeak from the woman before she erupted in a fit of stifled giggles, her lips reluctant to part from his neck and jaw. Her grip on him tightened, too, but before long, she felt him sink into the comfort and stability of the couch and she sank against him readily. With her knees straddling him, her hips rolled into his lap and she purred, excitement warming her entire body at the heat and hardness she felt pressing against her pelvis. It was perhaps straight and to the point, but Hannah didn't care. She didn't want to deny herself when her job usually demanded she serve the needs of others before her own, and she would not waste this opportunity.

Slowly, her lips trailed their way back toward his mouth, but as his hands wrapped around her waist, she arched into his grasp with a faint moan. She was eager to feel his strong grip on her soft frame, and as his hands slid up her back, his mouth against the peach-soft flesh of her neck, the brunette shivered. "Mmm," she crooned. It took all her will power to sit still for him as he unzipped her dress, and when the fabric fell away, a wide smile spread across her lips.

Taking his face in her hands, she pulled back just enough to meet his haze, and with a mischievous nip to his lower lip, she hoped he'd see she wasn't the delicate china doll he thought she was. Something flashed in her blue eyes, and soon her fingers trailed down to his shirt to start tugging it open button by button. When she was able to push it open at last and expose his chest and torso, she pressed her hands fully against his skin just to feel the warmth of him.

"I hope you're prepared for the things I'm going to do to you," she whispered, a wild smirk playing in her lips as her hands began to trail down towards his pants and belt buckle.

Max's heart was racing. Eden was so gorgeous, seeing her half naked body up close, it was intoxicating. Her smooth and soft skin. The finely shaped breasts, which were just the right size that he liked. Her delicate arms. The beautiful and almost innocent face that hid layers upon layers. If only he could just sit there and admire her, like the work of art that she was. There was nothing artificial in her, she was just one of those rare natural beauties.

He reached to her bottom with both hands and playfully squeezed it. Slowly he was gaining confidence, maybe it was just animal instinct. After all he was a male who was about to mate, there was no more room for doubt. The girl was exuding sex with all her being. They were both bathing in pheromones, which added to the lust. Oh they were going to mate alright...

Max gently pushed her bottom up, while she was still working on the belt buckle. Let her work on that... He wanted to position her breasts on the level of his face. They were so nicely sculpted. Not so big, but not small. They were perky and well rounded. Perfection... pure perfection. He craned his neck a bit gently planting a kiss on her clavicle, then another one a bit down, and down... and down. He reached the top part of her left breast.

He moved down slowly but surely, reaching her now hard nipple. He nibbled on it for a moment then suckled it a bit, twirling his tongue around the bud. Sucking sounds could be heard. He let go of her butt and reached with his right hand and gently squeezed the other breast. It was so soft and smooth... "Oh, I am prepared..." he whispered back between the suckling "But are you?"

A small, surprised squeal slipped from Eden's lips as he hoisted her up, only to lower his face into her bared breasts. The flesh was soft yet firm, her now hard nipples the color of a muted rose just a few shades darker than her skin tone. Her fingers did pause a moment as she felt his lips brush against her clavicle, the gesture encouraging her head to roll back a bit and fully expose herself to him, but before long, her fingers returned to work. She shivered beneath his mouth as it trailed downward, her teeth sinking into her lower lip hard as anticipation rose up into her stomach and tightened her chest.

When his lips wrapped around her left nipple, the brunette gasped and arched into his mouth, her flesh eager to fill his embrace when he reached a second hand up to grasp the neglected one. With a soft moan, her fingers finally tugged his belt buckle open, the buttons of his pants next to be tugged open, and as he busied himself with her full breasts, she slipped her hand inside to seek out his manhood.

It didn't take long, and soon she was grinning as his erection throbbed against his hand. With another moment of fishing, she tugged down his pants and underwear beneath, sliding his cock free from the confines so that she could get a better feel of him. In exploration, she began to stroke him, acquainting herself with the veins and ridges and the shape of him, and she could say for certain that she was not disappointed.

"After finding this? Maybe I'm not," she teased, a laugh bubbling out of her throat. "I guess we'll find out."

Max gasped and let go of her nipple. She was stroking his cock. That added fuel to the fire inside of him. He twirled his thumb around her other one. "Oh we will..." he murmured to her in response. His other hand pulled the bottom of her dress up revealing her sexy underwear. She will have to stand up afterwards to let it slide down. "I hope..." he murmured between suckling of her nipple "I... won't ruin your dress..." he grunted in amusement.

He rolled his eyes up, looking right at hers, while he twirled his tongue around the areola getting closer to the now hardened bud. His free hand squeezed her bottom, it was so soft and malleable. His wrist slid down the inner curve, following the crack. Playing with the fabric of her underwear, he slid a finger underneath, touching the lips of her wet sex.

"Oooh... someone..." he grinned "is enjoying herself..." he chuckled and squeezed her breast harder this time. The socially awkward man was replaced by the confident alpha. The girl just had such an effect on him. Should tip her more... but that was for later... "You have such pretty lips..." he murmured, hopefully she will catch the hint, the thought of them around his cock made it throb even harder in her hand. "Such... pretty... pretty... lips..."


A stunningly attractive woman, possessing an alluring blend of innocence and sensuality. She has a slender figure, with perky breasts and soft skin that Max finds irresistible. Her beauty is natural and almost other-worldly, evoking the imagery of a mythical elf. Despite her delicate appearance, she's far from fragile; she exudes confidence and assertiveness during their intimate encounter. She's playful too, teasing Max about his size in their sexual play. In her professional life, she serves others' needs before her own but doesn't shy away from seizing opportunities for personal pleasure when they arise. This suggests she's adaptable and knows how to balance duty with desire.

A small, surprised squeal slipped from Eden's lips as he hoisted her up, only to lower his face into her bared breasts. The flesh was soft yet firm, her now hard nipples the color of a muted rose just a few shades darker than her skin tone. Her fingers did pause a moment as she felt his lips brush against her clavicle, the gesture encouraging her head to roll back a bit and fully expose herself to him, but before long, her fingers returned to work. She shivered beneath his mouth as it trailed downward, her teeth sinking into her lower lip hard as anticipation rose up into her stomach and tightened her chest.

When his lips wrapped around her left nipple, the brunette gasped and arched into his mouth, her flesh eager to fill his embrace when he reached a second hand up to grasp the neglected one. With a soft moan, her fingers finally tugged his belt buckle open, the buttons of his pants next to be tugged open, and as he busied himself with her full breasts, she slipped her hand inside to seek out his manhood.

It didn't take long, and soon she was grinning as his erection throbbed against his hand. With another moment of fishing, she tugged down his pants and underwear beneath, sliding his cock free from the confines so that she could get a better feel of him. In exploration, she began to stroke him, acquainting herself with the veins and ridges and the shape of him, and she could say for certain that she was not disappointed.

"After finding this? Maybe I'm not," she teased, a laugh bubbling out of her throat. "I guess we'll find out."


A man who possesses rugged good looks, contributing to his masculine persona. He has a light-hearted nature and often reciprocates his wife's playful banter with humor of his own. Despite initial discomfort with feminine activities, he shows an open-mindedness and willingness to step outside his comfort zone for the sake of others' happiness. His accommodating personality extends beyond just this instance, suggesting that he is generally considerate and kind-hearted. His physical attributes include masculine hands that contrast strikingly with the red nail polish applied by Lilliane.

The way her nose scrunched was cute and it had ultimately brought a light smile to his lips. James laughed at her response to his original suggestion. It gave him a solid chuckle himself. While yes his feet would remain unseen he did not argue with her his hands would be the offering this time. He felt his hand being drawn up to her mouth and her lips softly pressed against the back of it. Just seconds later she was back onto her feet skipping into the bathroom. Her call for drinks made him also stand and head off to the kitchen.

"Anything for my darling wife." He called out. While in the kitchen he could hear her moving around cabinets slamming and so on. He shook his head and smiled knowing she was happy with this little activity. He opened the fridge and realized the only bottle of wine they had left was a sweet white. It was that or water. He figured she'd enjoy the wine. He collected the glasses, and to them and the wine into the living room. Her question now made him cock an eyebrow. "I mean I guess with that logic It doesn't have to be, your choice honey. This is your rodeo." he responded as he set everything down and poured the wine. Afterward he'd resumed his position on the couch.

One thing Lilliane had always loved about her husband was his willingness to make her happy. Sure they had their spats sometimes but most of the time they would make up moments later. She tried not to ask too much of him most of the times, but when she did ask, he was rather willing to accommodate. Once she heard his response she settled for a sexy red color, thinking it would look good with his skin, and then she closed the cabinet gently and returned to the living room.

As she came back I to the room, she happily bounced on her lean legs back to the couch, setting the new color on the table, "I decided on a sexy red for you." She giggled a little at the idea, her eyes then drawing to the wine that he had set up. She reached over to her glass, gently picking it up and bringing it to her plump lips for a sip. She made a content hum on the rim of the glass before pulling it away from her lips and setting it down on the coffee table again, "Wine always makes me feel like a fancy white lady." She giggled at her own words, then sat back on the couch next to him. Shifting to turn towards him, she reached over to gently take his hand again, grabbing her nail clippers and cuticle pusher to start cleaning up his nails.

James heard a final cabinet door shut before he saw her trot across the living room. It made him laugh seeing her in such a happy and playful state. She placed a bottle of red nail polish on the table beside them. His eyes widened as he looked to her. "Damn, I give you the go ahead and you sure took advantage of that." He added with a smile as he took a sip. He watched as she had sat down beside him turning herself towards him.

He set his glass down and reciprocated by turning himself towards him. His back resting along the arm rest of the couch. He place his hands on his thighs and turned his head to the TV to continue watching the movie. She earned a light chuckle from him with what she had said about the wine "Yeah, it definitely has that effect." He added. He took a deep breath in and relaxed as he felt his wife take hold of one of his hands. Her soft hand moved around and had gotten to work quickly. "So out of anything we could've done, what made you think of this?" He asked.

Lilliane worked patiently on her husband's nails, cleaning up the skin around them an making them all around look healthier. As she did so, she shifted to sit on the couch crosslegged, being able to face James for a better working position. As he made the comment about the color, she paused her work and looked up at him with a crooked smile and a sassy voice, "Hey babe, hyper masculinity is so 2000s."

As she said this, her dramatic sassiness made her giggle, shaking her fluffy hair with her head. Returning to her work, she finished up with on one of his hand's clean up, so she gently set it down and grasped his other hand. To answer his question, she responded with a little shrug, "Well I don't have any girl friends to let me do their nails, so you have to be my gal pal." She smirked up at him before looking back to her work. It was true that she didn't have any girl friends. She was always working, or studying and really didn't have time to make friends. The only 'friends' she had we're really James' friends that she would hang out with when she went with James to things.

She had made the comment about hyper masculinity and James shook his head. "Hey, now you know if it wasn't for my manly persona, and rugged good looks, you may not have fallen for me." He said lightheartedly with a grin. He laughed himself looking at her respond to her own comment. He found her giggle overwhelmingly cute and it had made his day much brighter whenever he'd heard it. Her hands moved swiftly around his finger tips and in a few minutes she was done with the first hand. She gently laid his hand down and started on the other.

He sighed and looked down to his fingers on the hand that had been done. It looked very nice his nails were more exposed than they had been and looked very trim and proper. She now began to respond to his question. She kept it short and sweet. He nodded his head "We'll in that case, I am happy to be your uh, Gal Pal." he said awkwardly. He leaned back once again and began to watch the TV.He sat still and waited patiently to let her have her fun. It wasn't necessarily his cup of tea but for her he'd make an exception.

His 'rugged good looks' statement caused Lilliane to look up from her work again at him, scrunching her nose again with a sarcastic roll of her eyes, "Oh yeah. Of course, honey." She teased. And as he followed the statement with his awkward repetition of 'gal pal', her lips pulled into a sweet smile and she looked back at his hand to continue her work.

After she had finished cleaning up the second hand, she paused to take a nice swig of her wine again before reaching for the red nail polish. She shook it against her hand to mix all the separated components back together before resting his hand on her thigh. Holding the container in one hand, she removed the brush and began to steak the rose red paint along his masculine fingernails, "Should we do a sparkle coat on top?" She didn't raise her eyes from her work, only listening for the response she suspected would be a no.

James pulled his smile in to take a sip from his glass. He placed his hand back onto his lap and watched her finish his second hand. He had a second to curl his hands before she was getting ready to begin with the polish. He could hear her shaking her polish as she had normally to paint her own. She now took his hand and rested his hand on her thigh and in capped the polish. He was a bit uncomfortable with the whole thing.

He'd never done anything close to feminine other than watching a few shows or films that were just standard chick flicks Lilliane liked. He laid his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes as she painted his nails. Her following question had once again caused his eyebrow to raise "N..." he began to say instinctively but he had stopped himself. "You know what baby, if it makes you happy then sure I would love that." He told her swallowing his masculinity for the time being.


A woman with a playful and bubbly personality, often giggling and expressing herself through sassy comments. She possesses a strong sense of independence, evidenced by her lack of female friends due to her busy work or study schedule. Her physical attributes include lean legs and fluffy hair, and she has an affinity for wine which she drinks with elegance. Despite having no close female companionship outside her marriage, Lilliane finds joy in feminine activities such as nail painting, suggesting that she is creative and enjoys self-expression.

James pulled his smile in to take a sip from his glass. He placed his hand back onto his lap and watched her finish his second hand. He had a second to curl his hands before she was getting ready to begin with the polish. He could hear her shaking her polish as she had normally to paint her own. She now took his hand and rested his hand on her thigh and in capped the polish. He was a bit uncomfortable with the whole thing.

He'd never done anything close to feminine other than watching a few shows or films that were just standard chick flicks Lilliane liked. He laid his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes as she painted his nails. Her following question had once again caused his eyebrow to raise "N..." he began to say instinctively but he had stopped himself. "You know what baby, if it makes you happy then sure I would love that." He told her swallowing his masculinity for the time being.

His answer came as a great surprise to Lilliane, so much so that she looked up from her work to look at his face, her lips parted with a little astonishment. Soon enough the surprise in her hazel eyes passed and was replaced with an amused glimmer, her lipstick stained lips pulling into a wise grin, "Really?" She giggled happily, returning to her work on his red polish, "You're the best."

Soon enough she had finished the red coats on his hand, moving onto the other. Now that their chattering had calmed a bit, she was speeding along. She painted her nails so often that she'd gotten the whole process down. Soon enough she was on the glitter coat, taking the moment to admire the glitter on the brush, before going to apply it as well, "Very pretty." She spoke with a happy giggle, holding his hand up so he could admire his glimmering red nails along with her. "You're really in the accomodating mood tonight, huh? Next thing I know, you're going to let me do your makeup."


A seductive and confident woman who enjoys teasing her partners. She is playful in her approach, using her skills to provoke and excite those she engages with. Her personality suggests that she finds pleasure in both giving and receiving attention during intimate moments. Chloe has an attractive and alluring presence that complements her sexually adventurous nature.

Chloe let her bag slide off her shoulder and hit the elevator floor. "Not fair..." she whispered against his lips even as one hand moved to wrap around his neck and hold his face close to her own. "I was going to hit the stop button," she whispered a moment before she tugged his face to hers once more, capturing his lips in a hot kiss, her tongue already poking at his lips and asking for entry. Her other hand moved down to start rubbing at his cock through his pants, not yet reaching within his pants to free the beast. Oh but it would come soon enough.

"Great minds think alike then." James said, smirking before the two started to kiss some more. Chloe wasting no time at all by bringing her tongue into the equation, the way she grabbed onto him, pulled him even more into the kiss.. There was such need and passion in it. Then throw in the fact that her tongue was poking at his lips already and you had yourself a good time! James opening his lips to allow her access to his mouth, his bigger tongue coming out to greet her own, rubbing against and tasting her saliva before his tongue slipped into her own mouth.

Chloe would get a rightful groan from James when she started to rub the bulge in his pants. James's hands moving up from her hips to grab hold of her covered breasts, his bigger and strong hands taking each in them to grope and massage. As they made out he couldn't help but squeeze her breasts harder, thrust softly against her hand, try anything he could to get the most stimulation from this initial foreplay. How long would they be able to last before the cloths started coming off?

Not long at all would be the right answer. With their lips clearly in tune now, there was no need to keep her hand at his neck and so while one hand kept rubbing at his cock through his pants, the other hand moves to start undoing his jeans so her hand and his thick hard cock could have a skin to skin meeting. Chloe moved her body a bit to work his other leg between her own, rubbing her skirt clad pussy against his leg. "Go ahead," she whispered to him. "Press your leg against it. Let my pussy know how much you want it."

James had to admit, Chloe had quite the means about her. The girl able to maneuver just right to get his leg in between her own. She never stopped showing his pleasure of course, even going so far now as to slip her hand into his open pants to start stroking his bare cock. Oh her hand was soft, James letting out a groan into her lips before she pulled hers from his, going to his ear to whisper to him on what he should do. With Chloe's hand already inside of his pants, James would need to work double time now to catch up.

His leg would push up, his thigh pressing against the front of her skirt. It didn't take long at all before he started to match the rate she was stroking his cock, pushing harder and harder against her crotch as he kept her against the wall. His lips had found a new place to be, kissing and sucking on Chloe's neck while the two's hands were busy exploring the others body. James however stopped sucking on her neck, breathing deeply as if he was suppressing something. "I'm gonna warn you, if you aren't careful then you might start me off early, and I don't stop once I get started." James said, smirking a little.

"Oh?" Chloe all but purred as she smiled and moved her lips to be able to kiss his neck at the same time that he was kissing her neck as well. After sucking at his skin there for a few long, tantalizing moments, she tilted her head to let her lips rest at his ear, whispering to him, "That a challenge or a promise?"

Swiftly her hand moved to let him go and slip from his pants, but only long enough to move both her hands to yank down his pants, her whole body doing with them until she was on her knees before him, she waited a moment for her actions to sink into his head and waited until his head looked down to her before she let her tongue come out to lick the tip of him.

James only smirked when Chloe seemed to play along. That sort of confident sexy woman attitude she held about herself was more then enough to get any man going, and James was no different. He went in to kiss her again but the girl was on the move, the weight of his pants and boxers falling from his hips as Chloe seemed to move down with them in a graceful fashion. She was still backed up against the wall still, but she definitely was on the offensive.

The man's eyes followed, looking down to Chloe as she knelt below him. All he could do was smile at her, his bare cock pulsating softly in front of her face as she looked up at him. Oh did James want this, hell he had wanted this from the moment he had gotten onto campus. In the end everyone was really just a pervert in some way or another, it didn't really seem to matter anymore now at this college. Chloe would lean forward and give him that initial lick, the one to provoke him and tease him of what was to come.

Her eyes never left his as she did this, giving her another level of just pure fucking hotness as she toyed with the head of his member. James wasn't joking though, sure Chloe wasn't either but she definitely had to be a little more cautious with what she was doing, because he would take her... He would ravage her.. Use her supple body for what it was worth. James was here for more then just the golden chance to attend sex college, but that discussion was for another time, right now James had to concentrate on what Chloe was about to do to him.

Chloe smiled up at him, the smile more like a devious little smirk as her hands moved to gently rub up and down his legs. "What? Nothing to say?" she asked before pouting her lip a little bit. She leaned into him to let his cock rub against her cheek a moment before the added to the great tease and just let her tongue brush over the underside of it. She delayed taking him fully into her lips though, loving the act of toying with him at the moment. "How am I suppose to know if you want this or not unless you tell me?" Of course, she knew he wanted it, but perhaps she was the kind of girl that liked to hear it as well as know it.