Mephistophelily
Crazy is...
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Tori watched his expression as she sat before him, a brow raising slightly as she smirked. Oh, she was nervous... Incredibly so. Not over him possibly accepting- but the opposite. Suddenly blurting his adoration for Jordan, or him to simply state the other teen had made the whole story up. A doubtful thing with Jo- Tori had been one of the very few she confessed her continued virginity after the whole breakup before. Why would she lie on something like THIS? Besides, the look on the man's face now certainly wasn't of dismay and disgust. Questioning, sure, but not about to go howling in shock into the woods.
His hesitance at first though, worried her. Was she wrong? Was this effort to gain his attention simply not working? Maybe he DID just want Jo. So much for those thoughts- and Eric's hurtful, angering accusations. He won't even talk to me, let alone touch me- and Eric thinks I slept with him?!
Her eyes widened slightly as he finally spoke- not at all words she expected. He wanted more!
"Sure thing, handsome," she purred, arching her back forward as she reached back, undoing her bra and letting it fall from her shoulders, the generous swell of both breasts fully opened to him, the pert barely starting to point dusty pink nipples let into the open air. Tori cooed out softly at the tiny breeze that swept through, looking at him again as she ran her fingers against her cleavage and across the tops of her breasts. "Shy? Is that it? Ohhh, are you worried on Jo? That's so sweet... I've shared with her forever, Mister Carson. Toys as kids, toothbrushes as tweens... Why, I even slept in her bed last night. The both of us, nearly naked, curled together- I kissed her this morning, Carson. I still taste her lips on mine. So really... Its not much different, is it?"
She crawled closer to him, left only in those little shorts as she stared up at him on her hands and knees. Leaning up, she pressed her lips gently against his, purring softly once more. "See? And now I have you there too. I wonder what the both of you would taste like...?" She pulled back just slightly, sitting back on the balls of her feet. "I'll be blunt, Carson. I am... A bit of a whore. Attention based, mostly. But I do, really, crave naughty little things. Bad dirty thoughts a good girl shouldn't have. The things I thought when Jo told me her story- when she told me what she did, what you did... Oh, they would make little Jordan blush..."
She studied his face, licking her lips. "I wondered... I wondered what it would have been like... To suck that wonderful dick she spoke of while you were doing those things to her.... I know. I'm a perveryed thing, Carson. But the idea- it was there. It still is, among other things..." She reached down, tauntingly resting her fingers on the waistband of her shorts. "Should I keep going, Mister Carson? Do you neef more...? I'll go if you say so, forget this entire thing. But if I don't hear a no... I will take it as a yes."
His hesitance at first though, worried her. Was she wrong? Was this effort to gain his attention simply not working? Maybe he DID just want Jo. So much for those thoughts- and Eric's hurtful, angering accusations. He won't even talk to me, let alone touch me- and Eric thinks I slept with him?!
Her eyes widened slightly as he finally spoke- not at all words she expected. He wanted more!
"Sure thing, handsome," she purred, arching her back forward as she reached back, undoing her bra and letting it fall from her shoulders, the generous swell of both breasts fully opened to him, the pert barely starting to point dusty pink nipples let into the open air. Tori cooed out softly at the tiny breeze that swept through, looking at him again as she ran her fingers against her cleavage and across the tops of her breasts. "Shy? Is that it? Ohhh, are you worried on Jo? That's so sweet... I've shared with her forever, Mister Carson. Toys as kids, toothbrushes as tweens... Why, I even slept in her bed last night. The both of us, nearly naked, curled together- I kissed her this morning, Carson. I still taste her lips on mine. So really... Its not much different, is it?"
She crawled closer to him, left only in those little shorts as she stared up at him on her hands and knees. Leaning up, she pressed her lips gently against his, purring softly once more. "See? And now I have you there too. I wonder what the both of you would taste like...?" She pulled back just slightly, sitting back on the balls of her feet. "I'll be blunt, Carson. I am... A bit of a whore. Attention based, mostly. But I do, really, crave naughty little things. Bad dirty thoughts a good girl shouldn't have. The things I thought when Jo told me her story- when she told me what she did, what you did... Oh, they would make little Jordan blush..."
She studied his face, licking her lips. "I wondered... I wondered what it would have been like... To suck that wonderful dick she spoke of while you were doing those things to her.... I know. I'm a perveryed thing, Carson. But the idea- it was there. It still is, among other things..." She reached down, tauntingly resting her fingers on the waistband of her shorts. "Should I keep going, Mister Carson? Do you neef more...? I'll go if you say so, forget this entire thing. But if I don't hear a no... I will take it as a yes."