This is a sequel to Birthday rubdown. I wanted to categorize this as humiliation, but that wasn't an option (I chose non-consent, just because it seems closest).
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Poindexter talked about getting laid to several of his friends (all of whom were nerdy in one manner or another). He had one female friend, Charlene, an uber-nerd in the mind, adroit at all types of mathematics, physics and engineering stuff, but physically just didn't know much about being feminine. She had only rarely got her hair trimmed since 5 years ago and wore it in a bun (if she were to wear it free flowing, it'd be to her knees). She wore glasses because she was squeamish about anyone or anything touching their own or another's eye. Keep in mind, she'll watch most of the bloody/gory shows on Discovery Health or watch horror movies like Alien and Event Horizon while eating with no problem, but touching her eye is not acceptable. Her wardrobe disguised her figure: a figure that many women would kill for.
Charley wanted to know more about how he got laid, what he'd say, etc. She had been around several non-virgins who bemoaned the lack of men who'd eat their pussies and knew even women who had sex for a living tended to be good muff divers. She hadn't even had a hand job (unless one counts the ones where she jilled herself off) and she didn't know how improbable these complaints were. She wanted to find out what that felt like and already heard the names "Bangkok Spa" and "Petunia". The best she was hoping for would be to get more information out of Poindexter. She heard him describe how he ate the older woman's pussy but she didn't consider herself sexy enough to get him between her legs.
Charley was 19 years and two seasons old (the only under-21 where she lived). She invited Poindexter over to her place. She lived with 4 others: Melinda and Melissa (two people her sister, Kari, knew from high school), Kari, and Kari's boyfriend, Chris. It was a three bedroom place that she had 1 bedroom to herself (a paying 1/3 the rent because of it), Kari and Chris paid 1/3 out of a joint account and the two Mel's split the rest. Charley picked a day that all her room mates would be out (or so she'd thought). Charley's planned high points for the evening were simple, feed Poindexter (get the kinks out of her half-successes in cooking for others), get a hand job (and give one if asked) and explore his body with her eyes and hands (she figured she'll need to show him every part of her body for this to happen, but if he doesn't stay hard, she'll work doubly hard to excel and get a good job (because she'll need it to buy a romance novel cover model... if one's spending to get a trophy husband, might as well spend extra for the best).
Charley didn't know much about make up so she didn't bother with what she didn't know. She was also still young enough to look better without it. She wore tight shorts, her newest panties and an older t-shirt that had shrunk. She also went without a bra. Charley made dinner with relatively few screw ups and those that were present went undetected. Poindexter helped with the final stages of preparing (arrived in mid-cooking). On the end farthest from the stove and other major appliances, the kitchen had a "booth seat" gotten from an old diner just before it got torn down. A dining table was positioned to take advantage of it.
Charley knew these shorts would cut into her belly and deliberately got her hands goopy before announcing, "My shorts must have shrunk and my hands are goopy. Would you mind?"
"What?"
"Unfastening my shorts."
"Snap, button, what?"
"I dunno, feel it."
He touched the outside and felt what might be button or snap. He felt for the edges of a button hole and noticed none, so he assumed it was a snap, pulled and the button skittered across the floor, under the fridge and silently slid into the wall behind the fridge. She sighed.
