A Teenage Girls Sexual Games

Written by: Brandy

This story is so different from my previous stories that I am unsure what to expect. It deals with my experiences as a college freshman as I was learning about the power that sex gave me over men, and the awesome responsibility that came with it.

For those who have not read "My Deep DARK Secret", I share the
following.  During the summer between my high school graduation and my 
first year of college I was blackmailed into a situation where a guy 
dominated me.  I found that it excited me like never before, but also 
discovered that by keeping a guy near orgasm I could sap his strength 
and turn the tables.  I was amazed that by using my appearance to take 
control of a guy's pleasure, he would do what I asked.  Like the old 
attage, "If ya got him by the balls, his heart and mind will follow" . 
. . powerful knowledge for an eighteen year old girl . . . too 
powerful! 

After DeAndre moved, my life returned to normal, hanging at the country
club and enjoying life.  I must admit that I thought of DeAndre and 
Shawn often, and I replayed in my mind the erotic times that we shared. 
 I couldn't forget the incredible thrill when those two huge muscular 
hunks became putty in my hands! 

I went away to college, was overwhelmed with the rush of college life
and I stopped thinking about those experiences.  About two weeks into 
the semester, while sitting in my Physics lecture class I became aware 
of a guy watching me.  Our desks had been arranged in a "U" and he sat 
directly across, facing me.  He was kind of nerdy: very tall, thin, 
longish dark hair, and glasses.  I kept an eye on him, and sure enough 
every time the professor turned his back, my admirer would sneak a 
peek.  I began to cross and uncross my legs and allowed my skirt to 
ride up a bit, just to see his reaction.  He didn't miss a thing, but 
when I would make eye contact, he would turn quickly away . . . 
embarrassed that he had been caught.  I thought it was cute, so when 
class ended, I gave him a show as I got up from my desk.   I moved 
slowly and deliberately, spreading my knees wider that necessary to 
shoot him a 1st class red-satin beaver shot.  I thought he was going to 
have a coronary! 

For the next several class periods I had my fun with him.  I always wore
a skirt and whenever I got bored I would give him a shot.  It was great 
fun to tease him and he didn't have enough confidence to ever approach 
me.  He was the perfect target.  That Physics class had two components, 
the lecture and a lab.  At the end of one lecture, Professor Michaels 
paired lab partners for the next assignment.  I was pleased when I was 
paired with my nerd.  Walter seemed like a nice enough guy and although 
I was a good student, I was nowhere near Walter's league.  He had 
become the professor's "go to guy" when he needed a precise, student 
explanation.  Being paired with him could only improve my grade. 

I picked my outfit for the next lab very carefully.  I was a serious
student, but I knew it would also be fun to continue my tease.  I wore 
wedge-healed sandals, a tight black mini and a pink "T" that displayed 
a little cleavage.  Walter turned out to be a real nice guy.  He was 
just very, very shy.  He kept the conversation focused on the 
assignment, but I caught him repeatedly staring at my thighs or peering 
down my shirt.  We turned out to be a good team and aced the 
assignment. 

We remained lab partners and I continued to play with him both in
lecture and lab.  I became more and more blatant with my flashes.  
Anyone else would have thrown me on the table to have his way with me 
or at least called my bluff . . . but not Walter.  He was so painfully 
shy that he could not confront me and probably couldn't even let 
himself believe that my flashes were done purposely.  For one lab we 
found it necessary to meet after class in the Library.  We found a 
table on the third floor, near the back, in a private conference room.  
We had completed the assignment and had it prepared to submit the next 
day in lecture when I caught him looking down my sweater.  I decided to 
confront him and said, " So, do you like what you see?"  He became all 
flustered and began stuttering. I continued, "I see you trying to look 
down my shirt and up my skirt every time you get a chance."  "It's OK, 
Walter"  "I like that you find me attractive."  " And were're friends, 
aren't we?"  "Would you like a better look?"  He stuttered in response, 
"No, I mean I didn't, I mean."  I smiled sweetly and taunted, "If you 
don't want to, that's OK . . . I'm sorry."  You must remember, the boy 
was not dumb, just shy, so he quickly blurted out, "I do . . . I want 
to!"  I slowly unbuttoned my sweater, and pealed back the lapels to 
give him a clear view.  I had on a push up bra so my boobs were really 
out there, practically spilling over the cups.  The thrill of my summer 
exhibitionism was back and I jerked my head to the side to toss my long 


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