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I have been looking all over for you. I haven’t seen you all day. You had sorority meetings in between lectures so I have spent all day without GF time. I imagine you rolling your eyes with a soft smile on your lips. I texted you as soon as my last class finished, but I got nothing in reply. I don’t want to annoy you by texting again.

I check your department. Nothing. I check your dorm room. You’re not there.

‘Where could you be?’, I think.

Only one more place to look. The sorority lounge.

I drop off my backpack in my own dorm room and speed walk over to the other building where your lounge is located.

I knock and am told to go ahead and come in.

There you are! I see you in the kitchen of the lounge talking to some of your best friends from the sorority. You smile when you see me, mouthing a silent “I’m sorry” to me. The top you are wearing is my favorite. You know, the one that is classroom kosher while still showing just the right amount of arm and cleavage. Not enough to disrupt class, but enough to get my engines running. Below you are wearing nice jeans.

The other women smile as I approach. They are sitting down at the kitchen table, while you so happen to be standing facing them.

I walk up to you, planting a kiss on your cheek, putting my arm around you.

“Hope I am not interrupting anything”, I say, mostly to you.

“No, we were just finishing u….” the others say.

“Hey, that’s not fair. Kim was telling us about her new boyfriend.”

“Oh, no it is fine hon. He hasn’t seen you all day”, your friend says, waving the wondered away.

“Oh, no continue. He can wait. You were saying”, you reply, with a smirk on your lips.

I silently curse your name. Only a little bit. I need you so badly I can almost feel it physically. I silence a groan as I slip in behind you, my hands holding your waist. I notice those cute crowsfeet near your eyes contract with joy. You know what you are doing.

‘Oh no you don’t.’

I put a smile on my face as I wrap my arms tighter around you.

“So, how is he? What is he like?”, I ask, feigning interest in the story, but really my aim is to turn the tables on you.

I listen to your friend just enough, adding “uh huhs” and smiles where necessary. But my focus is on you.

“Oh really? Marine biology! That is fascinating!” you say, as I pull you in tighter. My hands climb up your body, gradually and slowly. Inch by inch. I rest my hands on your belly as I pull you tight against me. I no longer sweat it when my front grazes against your rear end. Careful that no one catches me, I take benefit of my position behind you, glancing directly down your top at the ripe peaches enclosed in your push-up bra below. You don’t need one, with your nice D cup boobs. You wear it because you know the reaction it stirs in me, and it also makes you feel confident as you go about your day.

‘Hey, you’re the one who is keeping us here’, I think.

“Does someone have a bun in the oven”, your friend asks with a grin, teasing me about the placement of my hands.

You begin to answer, but I interrupt.

“No, not yet”, I say. “Maybe later. We have been talking about getting married after we graduate, though. Maybe then.”

You nod in approval of my answer, turning to look up at me.

“So, any luck in the bedroom with this new guy”, you ask with a subtle graze of your butt against my crotch.

As your friend begins to answer, I focus on my next attack. I raise my hands the last few inches, so that they are resting right under your boobs. You let out a very light gasp. You repeat it every time I emphasize a point with my thumbs, hands still holding you there, grazing you right under your boobs each time I say something. You let out several gasps.

I’m dying here! But every minute I think will be the last is extended into the next. Not to be out done you take out the big guns, so to speak.

“I knew you were a dirty one, girl!” you say with a laugh as you put your hands over my own, lifting my hands upwards, ever closer to the final destination. They are inches away now. Each time you say something you take the moment to hug my hands tighter and more firmly around you. I can just about feel it now, the under part of your boobs, where boob meets not-boob (to put it technically). I gasp under my breath.

With each point you make you graze my crotch with your ass. A smirk crosses your lips. I am starting to get hard and you can feel it. Finally, and to further emphasize your power and control of the situation, you stop pretending otherwise and press yourself against the crotch of my pants. I harden immediately, and I bet you can feel it.

“Well now, he and I really should get going. We have a lot of *things to attend to”,* you say as you move away, taking my hand in yours and pulling me behind you. I have no idea how obvious my predicament is or if your friends notice. ‘Sucks to be them’, I think to myself when the idea does pop into my head. All I can think about is you. You’ve seduced the seducer and I look forward to a very good night.

NSFW: yes

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