Teasing Anthony

Chapter 1

I was a tease. I knew it and loved it. My favorite outfit was a tiny red plaid skirt that barely covered my bottom and a tight white dress shirt, often without a bra. My breasts were a cute, perky B-cup, so I didn't really need the bra anyway. I always wore sexy lace trimmed black panties with the short, pleated skirt in case someone might see under there. I knew I looked like a Catholic schoolgirl of a wet dream and I loved making men of all ages, married or not, turn and watch me go by. I was used to seeing men turn around and look at my ass as it wiggled past them before I was even a teenager, but it was only after I turned 16 that I came to appreciate my round bubble bottom. I had the tiny waist to set that butt off perfectly and I saw the way the boys in my class looked at it. I went to prom as a freshman, and went every year after that because guys wanted to fuck me on prom night, as I knew many girls did. My power was in not letting them, yet letting them think they might. Sultry, lingering looks and dancing close, touching them always, my hands occasionally grazing their cocks, I felt their cocks jump against the thin material of those formal slacks. I never failed to get a semi-hard on from the boys I danced with at those high school formals and that was what thrilled me, knowing I made them that horny. Yet they never got to fulfill their fantasy of taking me to that hotel room or even their car and finally getting their eager cock into me. The boys never had their way and I stayed a virgin, wanting only to tantalize them with what they couldn't have. Yes, I was truly a tease.

I finished high school and went into college, eventually. No, I didn't stop teasing men; I just got better at it. I still had a tiny plaid skirt, it was just even shorter now and I danced in clubs instead of those school dances. College was so much fun for me because it gave me a whole new pool of men to tease. As I walked into my chemistry class on the first day of my freshman year I was late, so I sat down quickly at one of the tables as the teacher glared at me. I quickly got bored when I realized he would just be going over the rules and I glanced over at my seatmate. My day took a fast turn for the better when I realized how handsome he was, He was slouched back, turning the pages of the syllabus, and his dark brown hair fell over his eyes a little as he sucked his lower lip. We were near the back of the auditorium and the lights were dimmed, but I could see he had soft green eyes, pale as crystals. He had a chin as chiseled as a superhero and broad shoulders that completely filled his faded t-shirt. Bored, he sighed loudly and released his lip, showing a lip ring near the right corner. I averted my eyes, looking at my notebook cover, as he started to scan the room as well and then I felt his gaze resting on me as well. I blushed furiously, hoping that the dim lights would hide it. My whole life, I had never really been aroused by any of the boys I dated, yet I could feel moistness between my thighs simply wondering if he saw me watching him. The rest of the class was lost between thinking of kissing him, sucking on that ring, nibbling his lower lip, as the dampness between my legs grew. I was startled me out of my fantasies an hour later when the professor announced class was over, and he was gone before I could come back to reality. I went back to the dorms and promised myself I would wear the outfit next class for him.

The next day, I put on my tiny skirt with a special relish, knowing that boy would have to look at me. Knowing my panties would be barely covered, I picked out a ruffled little girl style, pulling them up over my hips with a wiggle. If I bent over far enough, the black lace ruffles peeked out from underneath the skirt hem, which I did a couple of times in front of my mirror, loving the sexy little girl image I had. I sashayed to class, holding my books in my arms and sat down at the desk I had shared last class time. Sure enough, the same boy sat down next to me after looking out over the room. I felt him looking at me after he sat down, his eyes traveling over my exposed legs. During the entire class, I acted like a cute little schoolgirl, chewing the end of my pencil and playing with my hair and I could tell he never stopped watching me. Saving it for last, I finally brought out a big cherry lollipop from my book bag and I started licking and sucking it, wrapping my tongue around it with such obvious enthusiasm that the poor guy dropped his pencil under the desk. He dove underneath the desk and I heard him rummage for the pencil, making funny clicking noises as he looked. He came back up with a smile on his face that he seemed to be hiding and I realized he must have seen up my skirt, since I had been too dense to close my legs. I blushed hotly, knowing he had seen the panties I had chosen and he must think I meant for him to see them since they were so obviously sexy. I must have blushed through the rest of class, which didn't keep me from thinking about him until class was over. I made sure to leave right before him, swaying my hips to make the pleats in the skirt spread out a bit and almost give him another glimpse of my panties.

The sexy episode that Friday morning made me really want to go dancing and I eagerly agreed when my roommate, Jen, asked me to go with her. I kept the skirt and lacy panties, trading my rather demure top for a tight white shirt, tied just under my small breasts. I wore no bra, letting my little pink nipples graze the fabric, which kept them constantly hard and obvious to anyone who looked closely enough. I put on black heels with an ankle strap that added 4 inches to my small 5'2" frame and made my hips wiggle a little bit more when I walked. After putting on lots of mascara and pink lipstick, I was psyched and ready for a night of dancing and teasing guys, my favorite hobby. I was more than ready and walked into the club, swaying my hips and feeling the throbbing beat of the music already.

I started dancing with Jen, our hips matched and Jen's big C cups brushing against my back. I started getting excited because I could see several guys starting to watch us, just leaning against the bar with their drinks, their eyes following Jen and me. After a few songs, we sat down at the bar where there were plenty of guys eager to reward our efforts with a drink. I accepted a glass of Jack and ice and felt it warm and loosen me as I chatted with the guy who got it for me. The guy took me out to the dance floor, but I never got to dance with him. Just as I turned around to face him, an arm reached over my shoulder and planted itself in the guy's chest, pushing him away, not hurting him but making it clear it could. I felt large strong hands capture my hips and pull me back, where I could smell cologne and a chest much wider than my shoulders pushed against me. As I ground my hips against his, he ran his hands down my sides and over my hips, his fingertips barely grazing the sides of my breasts, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I smiled to myself as I felt that familiar bump growing behind me, but the smile faded as it grew to proportions I had never felt before. Just then, he turned me around and I barely had time to see his face before he brought his lips down to mine in a powerful kiss. I realized in that second he was the boy who had sat next to me the past two days and I melted into him, closing the narrow gap still left between them and pushing my hips into that still growing lump. I wrapped my arms around those broad shoulders I had admired and let him pick me up a little bit so he could press his lips onto mine even harder as I slipped my tongue between his lips. He kept lifting me higher, kissing my neck slowly as his lips worked their way down, that little ring he had tickling me as he went. Only when I felt that ring between my breasts and when he shifted his grip so his hands were resting squarely on my butt under my skirt, did I realize me were starting to attract an audience. Embarrassed, I fought my way down and out of the club, and then sat on a low wall around the back. I let the night air cool my flushed skin and wondered what had made me act that way, why he made me lose control. I shut my eyes again in embarrassment, remembering the whistles that had followed me out and opened them to see him standing there in front of me. I felt a moment of relief that was replaced with uncertainty when I saw his face. He sat down beside me and looked at the ground.

"Why did you leave me in there like that?" He sounded like he had to control his voice.

I squirmed as I answered.

"All those people were watching and, well…I never really meant to go that far." He looked up at the sky.

"It seemed to me like you were enjoying yourself." I blushed again as I answered.

"Well, yes, but that was kind of out of character for me." He finally looked at me and I could see anger in those icy green eyes.

"From what I've seen of you, I thought that fit right in with your character."

"Wha…What! Why?" I spluttered.

"Well," he answered coolly, "Look at how you are dressed. You dress like a slut and it's obvious you like the attention you get." I fell silent, realizing I did look like a slut, also, in my hurry to get outside and sit down, my skirt had hiked up to a very indecent length. I knew he could see my panties and I reached out to pull my skirt down.

"Don't." Indignantly, I turned toward him but my protests died on my lips when I saw the look he gave me. He reached out and put his hand on my thigh barely an inch from where my skirt ended. He raised one finger and pressed softly on my clit through the lace, then he began to lift my skirt hem. I couldn't take any more and I stood up and started to leave. I didn't get five feet before he grabbed my arm roughly from behind and spun me back toward him, squeezing my chest against his. I was only level with his chest, but he caught my chin and forced my eyes to meet his. That anger was blazing again as he talked quietly to me. "Why can't I see what probably every other guy on campus has seen? I've seen it already anyway and if you don't do what I want, I'll make sure they all see it."

"What do you mean?" I asked fearfully.