But there were a few guys I never hooked up with. One of them was Joe. Joe was what we called a Big Man On Campus. He was easily elected president of the Student Body. He starred on the championship basketball team. He had the romantic lead in the Senior Play. He took Joanne, the most beautiful blonde in the class, to the Prom and of course they were elected King and Queen. He was accepted to an Ivy League college, and his Dad had the money to send him there. He drove around in a great big Oldsmobile, and that summer he was acting pretty proud of himself.
So when Joe called to ask for a date soon after graduation, I accepted immediately. I was looking forward to seeing what I could do with this guy. I was sure I could tease him into a whimpering mass. After all I had done it with every other guy I dated.
I got ready for this date carefully. I started with a long hot shower, letting the water cascade over my naked body. As I dried off I looked at myself in the mirror, and was pretty happy with what I saw. My red hair is a trademark. I think my face is nice, and I use a bright red lipstick to emphasize my lips. My body is slim enough and curved in the right places. My tits aren't the biggest, but they are nice and round and stand up beautifully. The nipples are small and perky, and surrounded with a small dark areola. My stomach is flat, my navel is small and inset, and below it is the mound of silky red hair, just a light covering. Below that I could see my pussy lips just a little bit. Right now they were tightly closed, but I intended to correct that during the evening.
I got out my perfume. The ads said it was full of sexy pheromones and I knew its effect on the boys. A bit behind each ear, and then a dab on the pulse in my neck and a trace down my cleavage, as the magazines advised. After that was my own touch, a small semi circle under each nipple. I wanted to put it on the nipple itself but I had tasted it and decided that was not the way to go. Then I spread my legs and traced a line around the top of my thighs, avoiding my pussy because of that taste thing again. I had plans for later.
I figured a guy like Joe deserved my best, so I got out some new underwear I had just bought. It was soft, smooth and gleamed like satin. I pulled on the panties and saw that they clung to my body. They were skimpy and just covered the essentials. Turning around I could see my ass cheeks and the crack between them nicely outlined. In front, I pulled them up tight so my pussy made a perfect camel toe. I rubbed them a bit and was delighted with the soft feel to my hand. They were going to tease that conceited guy to distraction -- when I finally let him see them!
The came the bra, also soft and silky. I really didn't need any support, so it was more a token than a necessity. It cupped my tits and let my nipples poke through the fabric, just asking to be rubbed. I thought about what Joe would have to do to get his hands on them, and giggled slightly.
Since the bra and panties were black, I put on a white cotton blouse that buttoned up the front. It was thin enough to give a hint of the bra through the cloth, and also let my nipples press against it just a little. I unbuttoned the top two buttons and leaned forward, looking in the mirror. My boobs peeked out in a way I knew was tantalizing and the soft bra fell away slightly, almost down to the nipple but not quite. Just the sight I wanted Joe to see.
A red miniskirt finished the outfit. I had raised the hem 2" over the shortest that I could find in the store. I turned around and admired myself in my double dressing mirrors. I bent over in the miniskirt and saw it was the perfect length, just letting the bottom of my ass cheeks peek out when I did that. Then I sat down on the bed and crossed my legs and saw how my thighs flashed white as the skirt rode up. The last test was to spread my legs, and check out the shot of my black panties clinging to my pussy. It was all delectably teasing, I knew. I was ready for the Big Man On Campus.
The doorbell rang, and I opened the door and posed there a few seconds, my weight on one leg and the other slightly forward, my shoulders back so my tits pressed out. Somebody told me the old Greek nude statues posed that way and I looked it up in the encyclopedia. It took a bit of practice but it really was sexy. I could see Joe taking it all in, top to bottom, so after his eyes ran down my legs and returned to my face I gave him a slow smile.
Then I glided forward and put my arms around his neck, lightly brushing his chest with my boobs, and just touched his lips with mine. He put his hands on my waist but I pulled back. Looking him right in the eyes, I said, "Hi, Joe. Glad to see me?" and as I did, my hand very lightly ran over the front of his pants and immediately dropped away. Just that touch was enough to tell me that he was indeed glad to see me. I saw a shocked expression in his eyes for just a second, and then it turned into a glint.
We walked to his car. He put an arm around my back, his hand coming just under my tit in that amusing way guys have of thinking they are sneaking up. His car was a big Oldsmobile, bought by his rich daddy. He opened the door for me and I slid into the front seat. I made sure to lean forward as my butt touched the seat so he had a good look down my blouse. Then I swung one leg into the car, stretching it out and flashing him a look at my black panties as I hesitated for a second with my legs spread. I saw him taking it in.
"It looks beautiful tonight, doesn't it, Joe?" I asked softly.
He jerked his eyes from my pussy up to my face. "Wh-what?" he stammered.
"It looks like a beautiful night, doesn't it? The weather is perfect and the stars are out." I giggled. "Never let them be sure what you just meant" is my motto. He nodded, and then went around and got in the driver's seat. I was still seated next to the window, with about a yard of that big front seat between us. I could see Joe looking over at me. I hesitated a few seconds, and then slid over right next to him, our hips and thighs touching. He started the car and then put his arm around my shoulders. I turned in to him slightly, so I could feel my tit pressing against his side. I put my hand on his thigh and rubbed up and down a little bit. "Keep your mind on your driving, Joe. Don't let anything distract you," I murmured.
I felt him pull me a bit closer to him, and I moved my chest slightly to rub my boob against him. "Oh, no," he said, "I'm not distracted." I knew that was a big lie, the first but probably not the last he would tell this evening. I worked my hand a bit further up his thigh and squeezed gently.
The first stop on any date in that small Missouri town was Smitty's Drive In. Joe's big blue Oldsmobile was well know, and we got a lot of waves as we drove in. Gary was there in his 57 Chevy convertible, with his steady Linda, the girl with the biggest tits in the Senior class. Mike and Mary, an inseparable couple, were there too. I let my eyes linger briefly on Mike and wondered what might happen if I could get him away from that little girl. Joe pulled into a parking spot and ordered two cherry cokes from the car hop.
Now I felt his hand around my shoulder creep down toward my tit. Guys are so predictable! I turned just a little bit more into him so the other tit was rubbing his chest, and let my hand on his thigh creep up to just below his balls. Naturally this encouraged him, so his hand came right on down and rested lightly on my boob. I giggled inwardly because I had, of course, expected that. I knew exactly what to do. My hand on his thigh moved right up onto his cock, and I felt it throb under my touch. But I kept my hand right on moving, up off his cock over his stomach and then reached across to his hand on my tit. I removed his hand and pulled out from under his arm in one move.
I knew he was sitting there stunned, trying to figure out the mixed message I sent. Of course I had him just where I wanted him. It would not be the last time he was confused tonight. I let my hand drop back to his thigh, resting just under his balls. He sat there for a minute, with his right hand sort of hovering in the air with no place to go. Then, as I knew it would, it came down to rest on my thigh. I had been waiting for that, and once again let my hand on his thigh trail up over his hard dick, but then grabbed his hand that was on my thigh and gave it a squeeze.
I put my lips close to his ear. "Oh, Joe," I breathed, "you want to hold my hand. Just like in fifth grade. How romantic!" I had this guy totally befuddled by now and I was laughing inside at his confusion. While he was trying to think of something to say, Gary and Linda walked over to the car.
Linda took things in, and said, "Oh, holding hands. How cute!"
I felt Joe's hand twitch at that. So just then I leaned over toward the window and made sure that Gary got a good look down my blouse. "Well, I don't see Gary holding anything of yours, Linda. How unusual."
