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Growing up in the instant gratification culture, I don’t think the younger generation really figure out the power of the slow tease. There was a time, not that long ago actually, when people matched up in real life, at school or university, or maybe even (gasp) at work. There was a time before constant selfies. A time when sexting was meant for times when you were separated from your partner for significant periods of time. There was a time when people actually had sex with real partners, rather than posting shit online.

By far one of the best parts of being in a relationship, especially in the early to mid range, is the slow burn tease. This is the tease that arises simply from having shit to do. The rising of craving for your significant other through apparently random tastes that come from having shit to do.

Watching her dress in the morning for a long day of classes. The glances back and forth. She knows you are watching, she likes it. Thinking back over the fabulous night of love making, knowing that it will likely be repeated tonight.

Rising to put on your own clothes. Pretending that the boner in your shorts is morning wood and not the response to her subtle power over you. The kiss and hug as you try to slip out to your dorm room. The pressure of her pulling you in and not letting you go. The feeling of her breasts against you. Even fully clothed she has the power to seduce you without even trying. Doing the *tuck up* as you finally release yourself from her grip in time to make it to your dorm room and change, maybe fifteen minutes to make it to class.

Trying to focus on lectures, when your mind keeps being pulled back to her. Wondering if she is thinking about you. The two or three texts that you receive proving to you that she in fact is. No, you have to focus on college. You go back to your notebook and focus on what the professor says.

Seeing her across the quad when you are going between classes. The cute wave she sends your way, that smile that crosses her face. No time, only what, five minutes to get to class. You wave back.

‘My room or yours?’, you text at the last minute of the last class.

‘Yours’, bounces back to your phone. ‘I have a late day today. Volleyball practice, then sorority meeting. Won’t be back till like 8.’ No frown emoji. The frown is implied.

The waiting for her to open the door to your dorm room. She doesn’t usually knock. She’s the only person who doesn’t. Trying to focus on your assignments, but she keeps on popping in your mind. It is so hot watching her play volleyball. You know that is sexist and give yourself a mental slap on the wrist. Just like the playful one she would really give you if you said that wondered out loud.

“Women don’t do sports for men”, you’d say straight face, but it doesn’t take long for that smile to cross her face. You’re not one of *them*. She knows what you mean.

The short shorts that show plenty of thigh, the tight uniform top that presses tight against her form.

Your phone vibrates. ‘Actually, can you come over to my room. Be there in ten minutes. I literally just got out of the meeting. Not even time to change out of my uniform and I need a shower.’

You smile at that last part. It is funny how a simple sentence said by your brother or sister can mean so many more fantastical things said by her. She didn’t have to mention that part. It was implied. She knows what she does to you.

You quickly grab your homework and stuff it in your backpack and head over to her dorm. You pass several fine looking women as you make your way through the girls dorm but don’t take a single glance. You knock on her door simply to see if she is there. You didn’t take the time to text in between.

The door opens a crack.

“Oh, its you”, she says that gigantic smile on her face, as she opens the door wearing only the towel that is wrapped around her. You move in for a kiss and as you do so you take in her long wet hair that flows down her back. You pull her in giving her a sweet, passionate kiss. She pulls away, smile still on her face. She must have felt the subtle rising in your pants. A quick glance, then two, then three make you think you’re right.

“No time. Not right now. I have so much to do. I’ve got to help plan for the sorority trip next week, which you’re going on by the way, and I have so much studying to do…”

She continues on, nonchalantly dropping her towel as she expresses the infinite tasks that need done.

She says your name.

“Hey are you listening?”

Back to the real world. She smiles as she coyly covers herself up with her hands and turns away.

“Well, I’ve gotta get dressed, or do you think we should study naked?”

Her flirtatious opinion stops you dead in your tracks as she looks at you, dropping her hands to her side. You smile at each other.

“Nah, I actually have to get work done tonight”, she says as she slips on her pants. You notice she chooses the yoga pants, rather than sweatpants. You also notice the lack of underwear. She slips on a tank top. No bra.

“Come on, you. Let’s be responsible adults for the next two hours and I promise you I’ll make it up to you later”, she says jumping onto the bed and opening up her backpack.

“Come on”, she repeats beckoning to the spot on the bed beside her. You’re in for a long night.

NSFW: yes

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