Tanya is a tomboy. She likes to play football and workout, and everyone sees her only as 'one of the guys.' That is, until billy fills in for one of the football partners and sees her in a different way.
This story intended for adults over 17 years of age only. This story contains adult themes and graphic depictions of sexual acts.
As soon as Tanya opened the bedroom door, she felt Billy push against her, trying to guide her toward the bed. She snickered at his aggressive gesture, but wasn't ready to give up control just yet. As she neared the edge of her bed, she grabbed Billy's pants at the waist and turned him. With a push, he fell backward onto the bed, leaving her standing over him.
Billy moved forward, as if he was going to grab her to take off her clothes.
"No," she said, wicked thoughts filling her mind. "Stay on the bed. I'll take my clothes off for you."
He leaned back onto the bed, tucking his elbows under himself for support. A wide grin formed across his mouth, and he stared at her, as if she'd just granted his greatest wish.
"Stay there while I put on some music."
He stayed put.
Tanya went to the bedside table and turned on her clock radio. She always kept it tuned to a smooth jazz station, and she began to sway as she caught the rhythm, moving her hips slowly side to side.
"You like Jazz?" She looked at Billy, still propped up on his elbows on the bed.
"Right now, I love it," he said.
She felt a grin working across her face, as she swayed to the music, and moved back in front of Billy. She moved her hands down her side, half-way down her thighs, then brought them back to the waist of her stretchy pants, working her thumbs into the waistband, teasing him by pulling the waist down about half-way across her ass, before bringing it back up. She saw the anticipation building on Billy's face, and it turned her on. She turned away from him, as much to hide her telling grin from him as to cross her arms and bring her loose-fitting tee shirt up over her head, before ceremoniously dropping it to the floor. Billy was pulling at the button on his pants and licking his lips. He had a look on his face like a dog waiting for a treat.
"No touching. Not till I say." Tanya shook a finger at him.
He immediately removed his hand from his pants, sitting forward on the bed so far, he looked as if he might fall off.
Men are so easily trained.
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Published December 14, 2011
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.