Sunday, 7 December 2014

Let Her Go

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Thinking things through, Mr. Barnes resisted the temptation to swat her butt with the belt. As much as the thought excited him, he didn't want to get ahead of himself. There was no way he could predict how she'd react and things were too good  to have it fall apart over a poor choice.

Nikki pulled her clothes together, oblivious of the resisted temptation. When she decided she was presentable enough she went to her teacher and stood on tip-toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"See you soon," she said.

Mr. Barnes watched her leave his office, still amazed that it had even happened.


Nikki went through her closet, trying to find the right outfit to wear to the movies with Matt. She wanted something that was casual, didn't scream 'I'm a slut' but was hot enough that Matt wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her. She settled for a short, flirty skirt that would provide any access that Matt might desire and paired it with a cute floral midriff baring crop-top. She didn't bother with a bra. She thought about it just so that it would give more shape to her bust, but decided that if Matt wanted to feel her up, she'd make it easy for him. A simple grey thong would provide minimal resistance beneath her skirt but possibly not shock Matt as much as nothing and simple sandals completed the outfit. 

She checked herself out in the mirror, happy with what she saw. She really hoped that Matt would make a move during this date. She really liked him but kept finding herself so horny that she couldn't resist the desire of her body. Maybe if she could get him to fuck her she'd stop being so crazy around school with Mr. Barnes!

When Matt arrived to pick her up she had to fight to resist the urge to squeal in excitement. Her mother teased her about just how happy she seemed to be. Nikki gave her a withering, 'don't you dare,' look in response to a suggestion that she might come out and meet the boy that was making her so giggly. 

"You can meet him after a third date if things ever get that far."

"I'll hold you to that Nikki," her mother smiled. 

Nikki hopped in Matt's car and leaned over to kiss him, pleased when his tongue probed at her mouth.  It set the butterflies in her stomach into a frenzy. It was only reluctantly that she sat back in her seat and buckled in. The car-ride to the cinema passed with happy chatter, each of them filling the other in on what they'd been up to, Nikki half-turned in her seat so that she could watch Matt's face as he talked. 

After parking, they made their way into the cinema hand-in-hand, Nikki pressing herself as close as she could against him. They took seats as far from other patrons as they could. Nikki pushed up the armrest between them and snuggled close, kissing Matt whenever she got the chance, desperately waiting for the lights to dim. 

As the movie played, she held his hand or stroked his thigh, teasing him as much as she could without directly groping him. His fingers danced on her thigh and forearm but didn't seem likely to do anything so much as sneak under the hemline of her skirt. 

Nikki inched it higher herself, finding that the higher she moved it, the further his fingers went. It was like the skirt was a line of permission for him. She found it to be a weird experience. Creeping it higher and higher with the warmth of his touch following was kind of exciting, but she started to resent the fact that she had to be the one to do it. She wanted him to do it. She wanted him to be the one to push and try and find her boundaries. She wanted to feel his hand slip under her skirt and touch her panties while he wondered if she would stop him. 

She was getting frustrated.  She knew she should probably be pleased that he was so nice that he didn't push her, but at the same time, he didn't have to be a Ben-sized dick to get a little more out of her either. At his pace, they'd still just be kissing in six months time!

Nikki wondered if she should take direct action.


Did she take his hand and put it on her breast?
Should she spread her legs and put his hand on her pussy?
Should she just go for the grope and grab his cock?
Should she just let him move at his own pace?
Closes 15th December

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