High School Nerd - Wednesday - Sex Stories

High School Nerd - Wednesday

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Moving slowly away, I say, "Please take your shirt off for me, Henry. Too many relationships are selfish and self-serving, that is true. But for us to have a strong, fulfilling relationship, I should try to bring you pleasure, and you, in turn, try to fill my needs. We should not focus on our own fulfillment, but that of our partner."

Henry looks thoughtful at what I have said. I am afraid that he has forgotten about my request to take his shirt off. Either that or this might be where my seduction breaks down if he refuses to take clothing off. Then he seems to remember, and pulls his T-shirt over his head. As he does so, I unfasten my bra, while he is distracted.

After he has his shirt off, he says, "That's an interesting point of view. It seems like it should work." Then he notices that I have removed my bra. He is shocked and slack jawed. I twirl my bra around on a finger, dramatically, before flinging it to a corner near where my blouse has landed.

Now as I dance around the room with my breasts free, they jiggle and sway with my movement. I notice Henry's chest and arm muscles. He is pretty well put together. I can also see that Henry's pants are getting tighter in the crotch. I say, "When a man and a woman are focused on meeting the needs of their partner, it creates perfect fulfillment. We can never satisfy ourselves as well as our partners can satisfy us. But people are naturally selfish and move towards thinking only of themselves. That is why a ...

... good relationship takes work."

Henry is definitely fascinated with my breasts and is watching intently. I'm not sure now if he is even thinking about what we are talking about. He is totally distracted by my boobs. It's a wonder he can think at all, with all the blood his body is sending into his cock.

Moving again to the far side of the room, I do a slow twirl and am able to unfasten my skirt. It pools on the floor at my feet. Lifting it with a toe, I fling it to the little pile where the rest of my clothes have landed. Now I am in only my pink panties. I fear that the little padded area in the crotch is dark with my wetness. With my legs at a wide stance, I hike my panties up as high as I can, pulling at the waistband in the front. I tilt my hips back, forming a nice camel toe. The narrow strip of fabric is not enough to cover everything, and I know that my outer labia is bulging outside the cloth. It leaves very little to the imagination. I continue to move about, feeling inspired to swing my hips about in time with the music. Henry has a crooked little smile, which lets me know that he is still following along for the ride.

I say in a husky voice, "Henry, could you remove your jeans for me? Please?" This is a crucial moment. Asking for him to remove his pants plainly says where this seduction is going. At this point, he might lose his cool, clam up and refuse. If he follows through with my request, then I pretty much have him in the bag. To my relief, Henry does not ...