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Episode 1: I CAN’T STOP TEASING GUYS
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 1: I CAN’T STOP TEASING GUYS - "Hi! My name is Violet. New kid on the block. You don't know me, but you will. Once you do, you won't be able to get enough of me. Just ask all the hot guys in Indy! HA! All 500 of them. Start your engines, Boys! I look good lying a checkered flag. Red light! Yellow light! Green light... HO!"
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
“Let me make one thing perfectly clear. I’m not a slut. At least not yet. Knowing what my fantasies are I might reach that mountain top. I try not to project that far out.
“The thoughts of becoming one stimulate me at every turn, but I’ve only had sex with one guy ever. If you can call it that. As soon as he took my virginity and saw blood he threw up and ran like hell. I think he thought he hurt me. To this day he’s never spoken to me again. It’s just as well my parents never liked him anyway. That was over two years ago. It took even me time to get over it. I really thought he liked me. I’m not ugly, I’m extremely cute, just different.
“Maybe I’m a little conceited but once I began blossoming from a teenager with small tits and a bit of added weight, the newest me rocked. I just turned seventeen a month ago. Now my measly B cups have shot up to a busty 36D. Overnight I felt blessed by the booby Goddess. Taking on a job at the Park District allowed me plenty of exercise. My slightly overweight booty slimmed down in under a month. Everything about me changed for the better.
“Even my clothing style amped up once I realized boys were more into me. Well, men! It seemed like guys who could literally be my dad were flirting hard. I ate that up, my self-esteem shot me in the head. My days of frumpy clothing were gone. In came the tight jeans and low cut shirts. Body jewelry and cute wire rimmed sunglasses added just enough appeal to not be overlooked. My wardrobe is still a work in progress but it’s a start. My crystal blue eyes are normally the third thing guys notice about me these days. My shoulder length bleach blond hair the fourth. You can guess the first two things I’m sure. Until recently I hadn’t flaunted what I possess, but I’m not naïve. I notice boys, including those much older men for that matter, checking me out everywhere I go. EVER-Y-WHERE! Head to toe! Go me!
“Of late, I find myself doing things I notice that other girls with good looks do. A shirt button left open, or short shorts that offer a hint of butt cheek. When I witness guys falling all over themselves to see girls wearing things like that it makes me crave the same attention. Thus my wardrobe shopping began in earnest. Every paycheck earned I added to my appearance be it clothing, jewelry, or make-up. I’m also a perfume junkie. Guys love a scent to follow. Trust me, I keep my eyes peeled for any trick the hot girls can offer. Everything from bending over, crossing and uncrossing legs while wearing short skirts, even a shy giggle to let guys know they’re interested. The checklist is long.
“Now mind you, I’m not shy, but I’m also not aggressive. Somewhere in between I’d say but I’ll get there. I want to be aggressive it just takes time. I’m not even that picky about a guys looks. He can be overweight, or older looking. I was never that shallow as to only keep my eyes peeled for John Stud. Not that they are bad, not even. I guess I’m learning to appreciate any man who follows my lead. What’s bad is there are certain men whom of late began noticing me more. Men who should know better. Like my mom’s fitness trainer. My future stepdad looks. Heck, my real dad stares with temptation on occasion. Creepy but still a confidence booster when they compliment me or whistle just to be silly.
“I really doubt they want me that bad. No, they probably do. Some things I just don’t fully understand I guess. What makes a family member stoop so low as to check me out? I’ve known these people most of my life. My stepbrothers who are 24 and 25 come home from college and torment me every chance they get. Nothing too bad though. Verbally and gross bodily motions like dry humping. Gross but intriguing just the same. Of course, I rarely express that their actions make me do a lot of thinking. Sometimes even before bed if you know what I mean. Wink! Wink!
“My real brother Chad acts the same way. All of their friends do. My parents friends. My friends fathers. Heck even the guy I babysit for once in a while looks as if he wants to kiss me. Probably more if I let it happen. I do my best to not make it appear as if I’m catching onto their behavior. It’s for the best, right? I mean I’m a good girl. Do I want to be a good girl? Heck no. But, do I want to be obvious? Sometimes! Most of the time! I’m so tired of being indecisive.
“I’m not getting any younger. HA! Only seventeen and thinking of myself as old. At least I’m out of school, graduated early because I’m smart like that. So, not ready for college though. My parents aren’t happy that I chose to not go. It’s my life. I want to live it. Day by day, right? Maybe today is the beginning of an even newer me. It’s time that I see what I can do with the observations I’ve made. Violet Calloway is ready. I think. Yeah, I’m Violet. Here I go! VROOM! VROOM!
“I’ve had my eye on a few boys closer to my age. Some of them I used to go to school with. Others a few years older. I’m friendly toward all of them but rarely go out of my way to necessarily flirt. Small doses of teasing works just as well I’ve learned. It’s what you reveal about yourself that usually strikes their curiosity. For instance, Jamie Harper, a boy I graduated with this past fall, who works at the mall. He’s a bit awkward but hardly appalling, even if I were worried about looks. He hadn’t even noticed me until like three weeks before school ended.
“That last week of school I changed my clothing choices a bit more dramatically. We were allowed to escape the dress code seeing as it was our final week of educational slavery. Nothing too risqué mind you but I have never seen more short skirts in my life until that week. The faculty chose to overlook most of the choices made but too far was obviously too far. When you could see panties up the skirt or excessive cleavage, throats were cleared quite loudly. Even then certain students got away with murder. Skanks! I did take notes though. Future skank, one never knows until it occurs, right? Tasteful skank at best. Who am I kidding? I wanted the same attentiveness those girls were getting. I wanted to see drool. I wanted to see ... manly hard on. Okay! Erections! BIG DICK DEALS!
“Even though I didn’t even own a mini skirt at the time I most certainly went shopping for some after graduation had come and gone. The best the boys got from me was shorts and a button down shirt with a camisole beneath it. Sexy bra under that of course. Cleavage was there. Boys liked seeing it. Was it enough? I don’t know. Nobody, not even Jamie Harper let on that they did. Eyes yes. Words no. Good enough for now, well then. Now meaning now? I want words. I demand drool. Not from family only members dang it.
“Three weeks out of school I decided to head to the mall and spend my hard earned paycheck on something that a guy wanted. Not so much as what I liked. I chose Jamie Harper as my decision maker. Luckily, he was working at the shoe store that day. Otherwise, I would have had to go to Plan B. Meaning Kyle Samson. Kyle had graduated two years ahead of me. He was the athlete, working where he knew his physique would be best used, a sporting goods store. Tall, buff, and handsome. Girlfriend? Most likely. I wasn’t out to date him anyway. Getting him to notice me was my mission. Testing my lengths at getting him to see what he might be missing was more on my agenda.
“As I’ve said, not shy, not bold. That day I was determined to lean toward bold just to see if I could do it. Strangely, both Jamie and Kyle were working at the time I arrived. Best of both worlds I thought. Let’s see what these guys would do. That mini skirt I bought after graduation? A black micro mini skirt. Shiny, stretchy and easily misbehaving. A black pullover off the shoulder poncho offering bold cleavage added to the allure. I brazenly skipped wearing a bra today just to test my bravado. So far so good. Regardless, the girls knew how to whistle for me. I’m so proud of myself right now. OVER HERE BOYS. NOW DAMMIT!
“I began with Jamie while waiting on him to be freed up at the cashiers counter. I loitered a bit looking over various styles of heeled dress shoes. What I wore that day was hardly glamorous but far from grotesque. Other employees were helping others which kept them from pestering me. The second Jamie noticed me he waved with a shy smile, even as he thanked the customer he had just rung up. I smiled back at him with what I call a bashful shimmer, meaning my eyes sparkled without blinking. Yet, I looked down before a second eye contact was made. He ate it up.
“It took him thirty seconds to sprint to my side and say hello, asking how I’d been since graduation. We chatted a bit about pretty much school, the whole time I observed his eyes drop to my chest. Back and forth, he tried not to, but his eyes were not cooperating. I know I acted shy toward his gaze but trust me I wasn’t. This was a lesson I had learned from numerous girls I’d seen pull off this same stunt.
“Asking me what I was looking for I gave him my best I’m not sure but I’ll know it when I see it. He trailed behind me like a lost puppy. Discovering a pair of black high heels with bands that wove up the calf I stopped to examine them. I know I made the comment that these would look nice on me but they would take forever to put on. He insisted I try them, saying he thought I would look great in them too. Acting hesitant, I agreed as he showed me to a chair along the wall by a high mirror, another behind him.
“Setting my purse aside I sat down with my legs together tightly. I hadn’t touched my skirt even though I knew the second I began to sit down it tightened up in back and rose to my posture. After acquiring the shoes in my size he sat down on a stool much lower than my chair, which easily gave him an advantage should I part my legs.
“As much as I wanted to I told myself to take it slow and not look obvious. This was as much about studying his reactions and patience as it was in turning him on. Letting him remove the shoes I walked in with he commented on my cute toes and the yellow painted nails, it being my favorite color, well, next to my namesake, second favorite color I guess. With trembling hands he unlaced the new heels and encouraged my left foot to accept its newness. As hard as he tried his eyes snuck glances up my skirt. Seeing his disappointment that I was clenching them tightly with my hands in my lap I decided to loosen up a bit.