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Pammys* Perfect Pink
pt. 6
Jan
didn*t usually wear *girly clothes.*
She
preferred jeans and boots or shorts and tennies.
All the
team girls liked and respected her.
Some, by
now, knew of her preference for girls and would have thought
she was a
predatory *butch* girl by her dress.
Most
others kept their distance but a few would flirt with her.
When she
did not respond they would sulk away, feeling rebuffed, not knowing that Jan
was in
love.
No one
knew of her total adoration of Pammy.
One or
two of her hopeful suitors had really tempted her but she was determined
to please
her spoiled goddess at least one more time.
Highschool
was coming to an end and college awaited.
After the
prom and graduation everyone would go their own way.
She might
never see Pammy again and wanted to be there for her even if it meant
dateing a
boy.
She got
advice from Pammy and Patricia on means of seducing a boy but knew her
greatest
source of wisdom was her parents.
Jans*
parents were not as wealthy as Pammys* but they did very well.
Her
father was a consumer attorney and her mother a skilled photographer.
They were
eclectic and quite bohemian in their lifestyle.
They
allowed their daughter full rein and often exchanged smiles and winks
as she
talked about the *girlfriend* she spent so much time with.
Monica
was surprised when her daughter began to pick her brain about how to seduce
a guy
into taking her to the prom.
*Does
this have something to do with your *little girlfriend?* she asked.
*Well,
she*s my friend and going to be prom queen.* said Jan.
*I need a
date so I can be with her.*
*Don*t
you mean (Be with her)?* asked her mother.
*Darling,
I know you like girls and, sometimes, so do I.*
*I*ve
seen the blush in your face as you talk about her.*
*You*re
clearly in love or, at least, deeply infatuated.*
*Pleasing
her is naturally important to you but you must please yourself as well.*
*Choosing
the right boy is what will make this a special night for all of you.*
Her
father had returned from jogging and heard the exchange as he slugged down
Gatorade
in the kitchen.
Jans* dad
was kind and smart and, well, just plain goofy.
He
entered and pulled up a song on the CD player.
He put a
towel in his shorts so it looked like a skirt and mimed the song.
(*I
know what boys like, I know what guys want.)
It was an
old song from the eighties by *The Waitresses*
He danced
about until everyone was laughing hysterically.
They all
hugged as he fell back on the sofa between his wife and daughter.
*I think
we need some *girl time* said Monica between her giggles.
Her
husband took her hand and kissed it before exiting the room.
*Your
father loves that song* she said to Jan.
*It was
playing when we met.*
*I teased
him terribly but he loved it and always came back for more.*
*I liked
it.*
* Having
him beg and drool for my favors is still quite a turn on.*
*Seducing
a boy is easy.*
*It*s
just another form of fishing.*
*Decide
what you want and then set the bait.*
*You have
some nice clothes, you know, you just rarely wear them.*
*Let*s
fit you out. You*re prettier than you know.*
Throughout
the evening Jan tried on several outfits at Monicas* direction.
A chilled
bottle of white wine kept the mood light and fun.
Monica
dressed in an outfit she had kept for years but could still wear with
aplomb
and instructed her daughter in the art of tease and seduction.
There was
only one boy Jan actually liked and that was her computer lab partner.
Robbie
was a little geeky, but really smart, and guided her through the class very
well.
He was
very polite and she would often catch him looking at her as though he were
gazeing
into the sun.
He
brought her coffee for their eight o*clock class and she thought he was kind
of cute,
for a boy.
With her
other interests it had never really dawned on her that he was totally
besotted
with her until Pammy asked her to get a date for the prom.
Considering
her preferences she decided to do a total feminine bitzkrieg on Robbie.
On a
lovely Sunday afternoon Jan seated herself on a bench outside the library.
It was
all so new to her.
She felt
the gentle wind beneath her short pleated skirt and the silken kiss of her
blouse on
her
nipples as she moved.
Her ivory
breasts were half on display as though yearning for attention.
The four
inch ankle boots had felt strange, at first, but as she walked in them she
sensed
the power
in her athletic legs and knew those spikes could do serious damage whenever
she
wished.
Robbie
came out right on cue.
He spent
every Sunday at the library and, even with a lingering glance, did not
recognize
the
seated beauty as he walked past.
His eyes
were caught by her swinging boot and expansive legs but, with only a glance,
he
continued down the path until he heard a familiar voice.
*Robbie,
could you help me?*
Turning,
he looked at the legs again and then into the eyes of the girl who spoke.
*Jan?* *I
didn*t know it was you.*
*Wow, you
look incr.. fant.. so beaut.. *I*m sorry.*
Jan had
to giggle at his obvious discomfort.
*Hi
Robbie, I*ve dropped my lighter could you find it for me?*
*I think
it*s under the bench.*
*I really
can*t go crawling around dressed like this.*
She
uncrossed her legs and flashed a smile.
Robbies*
saucer eyes and gaping mouth looked so cute as he went to his knees
and
looked beneath the bench. His long blond hair tickled her thigh on his descent.
Once he
was down Jan opened her legs and held them quite wide.
Robbie
found the lighter and rose to find himself now between her legs and staring
at her
satin covered pussy.
Jan
leaned forward with her cigarette poised at her lips.
She
reclined a bit further on the bench keeping her legs wide as she spoke.
*Light it
for me. I*m dying for a smoke.*
.
Robbie
flicked the lighter as his eyes lifted from her satin crotch to her full lips.
He was
awed as she puckered, gently inhaled and captured him with her soulfull
glance.
*Thank
you, Robbie, would you like to sit next to me or has someting caught your eye?*
While the
kneeling youth was visually entranced there was also an intriguing fragrance
from
beneath Jans* skirt that kept him on his knees while she crossed her legs.
Jan noted
the bulge in his trousers and knew it was his prick.
The very
thing that had assaulted her so long ago was now at her feet.
She
couldn*t resist and prodded it with the sharp toe of her boot.
Robbie
gasped and a small stain appeared on the leg of his new trousers.
Rather
than pulling away he thrust again at her booted foot.
This was
a revelation to Jan.
Pricks
were not only an instrument of insult but could be toys as well.
She
enjoyed her position in this relationship
She
relished the moment as she calmly smoked and considered her choices.
*Sit by
me Robbie, you*re starting to look really silly down there.*
Robbie
gained his feet with some effort as his full erection refused to bend and
gingerly
sat down. There was further conversation but the die had been cast and Jan
knew her
*prom date* was secure. Pammy would be proud.
*Walk me
home*, said Jan.
For Pammy
planning was not so important. She dressed in her usual manner, hot.
Her short
tight skirt and lacey peasant top that exposed her tummy would do nicely.
Her three
inch sandles would ensure that she was at least as tall as Brad.
She
waited outside his final class of the day until he emerged.
Casually
walking beside him she took his hand.
*Brad,I
need to talk with you.*
*Come
with me, I promise you will like it.*
She led
him out the back door of the school and pressed him against the wall.
Instantly
her deft fingers had his zipper down and his half hard prick exposed.
Her
lacquered nails trailed over his growing erection until he was at a full stand.
Pammy
leaned in for a deep kiss while keeping a firm grip on Brads* erection.
Breaking
the kiss she smiled then frowned as she noted the flow of precum
at the
tip of Brads* prick.
*Brad, I
wanted you to be my date for the prom, but if you can*t control yourself
then I*ll
find someone else.*
I*m
sorry. Pammy, I didn*t expect to see you.* said Brad.
*You know
the rules* she said.
She
ficked a finger over the tip of Brads* prick and held it to his lips.
*Kiss,
kiss* she said.
*Good
boys don*t make a mess now do they?*
*At least
not if they want be my prom date*
Brad
llicked the tip of Pammys* finger and became even harder in her hand.
With a
gentle stroke, she said, *Brad, I want you to wear a pink tux for our date.*
*It will
match my dress and make us look like a real couple.*
*Would
you do that for me*?
Her
silkey hand continued to entrance the boy until he surrendered.
*Please,
Pammy.*
*Anything
you want, but I*m bursting for you!*
*That*s
nice, Brad, but I don*t want my skirt soiled.*
*Do it on
your knees, please, with your hand and be carefull of my shoes, they*re
very
expensive.*
*I have a
surprise for you Brad, no panties.*
With a
final flick of her nail on the tip of his penis Brad went to his knees and
Pammy
lifted her skirt.
The
neatly trimmed golden purse and the sweet pink treasures within overwhealmed
the boy.
As soon
as he saw it he began to kiss her thighs and with a single kiss of her pouting
sex his
hand moved faster. He was ready to explode and did.
He
sprayed the cruel concrete as his tongue sought Pammys* moisture.
Only a
single drop of his lust landed on the vamp of Pammys* heel just above her
painted
toes.
She
regarded it for a moment and decided it was quite fashionable. A single pearl
just
above her toes would look great. She
engaged the questing tongue until a
pretty
glow of satisfaction crossed her face.
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