Chapter 3

Minutes later Eric's friend Kevin was sharing a beer with the graduate psychology student.

"Did you get her to put out?"

"What do you think?" smiled Eric, holding up Tish's bra and panties which the younger, relatively inexperienced man fingered as if he were holding sacred vestments.

"Damn, Tish Armstrong: Cheerleader and Homecoming Queen 2003," he breathed.

"And other than that high school majorette you had me lay a few months ago, the easiest piece I've ever gotten."

"But that majorette was the daughter of a minister. I thought..."

"No Kevin you didn't. If you had you would have realized that the deeper you repress desires the more the pressure builds to release them. Her sensuality had been buried for so long and her parents so restrictive that she was aching for someone like me to come along. A couple of compliments on her face and body and the insinuation that she wouldn't dare do anything Mom and Dad didn't want was all it took. Twenty minutes later we were in the back seat of my car and she wasn't a virgin any more."

"Wow, Eric! How do you do it?"

"Simple. With a major in psychology, I understand what needs and wants all women have. Then, with a little research on my subject, I find specifically what makes her tick, where her strengths and weaknesses are and how to exploit them. From there it's just a matter of giving her what she wants to hear then wait for her to drop her panties and spread her legs."

"But surely there must be..."

"If there's a woman I can't lay, I haven't met her. Believe me, it might be nice to encounter a woman I couldn't seduce, but don't count on it."

"Oh, come on now, you couldn't seduce just any woman."

"Think not? Tell you what. You pick her out... no... pick out any three women you want. I'll bet you a thousand dollars I can get into the pants of all three."

" Eric, you know I don't have a thousand dollars. Not on my salary at the print shop."

"Make it easy on yourself."

"I can pick any three women I want?"

"Absolutely! But come on now, no more high school kids or eighty-nine year olds and no woof woofs. I want to enjoy my work."

"So as long as you find them attractive I can pick anyone I like?"

"Anyone you like."

A grin spread across the face of the younger man.

"Okay, how about we bet a hundred?"

"A hundred it is," smiled Eric.