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This started out as a short story but then grew into the first chapter
of a novel. I am currently working on writing the full novel. You can
visit my blog at http://www.declanstanley.com/ for updates (when I
have any)
I also have some YouTube videos of me reading this story
http://declanstanley.com/news/video-seducing-a-girl-complete/

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Seducing a Girl (2/3)

I looked at Justine and the girl as they chatted and suddenly realized
that Justine was flirting with the girl. I don't mean a casual "I want
to be your friend" flirt. I mean a serious, sexual flirt. The kind of
flirt that means "I want to get into bed with you."
I felt like I was in a movie when they do that strange visual effect
of bringing the camera in close while zooming out the lens at the same
so that it looks like the bottom has fallen out of the character's
world. I was definitely "not in Kansas anymore". And my stomach felt
as if I was falling down a very deep rabbit hole.
I blinked, hard, to get myself fully awake. I looked to double check
what Justine and the girl were doing.
They were definitely getting very intimate; sitting turned in to face
each other, their bodies almost touching. Justine's hand rested on the
girl's forearm, her fingers softly caressing the girl's tanned skin.
The girl put her hand on top of Justine's, her fingers slowly teasing
the back of Justine's hand.
They were just chatting about some movie star. There was nothing
romantic, or intimate about the words they were using. A casual
listener would not notice anything except two girls chatting at a
party. But to look at them; at the way they looked into each other's
eyes; the way they sat, turned in towards each other; the the way
their hands touched; you could tell something more seductive was
happening.
Or then again, I thought, maybe it's just my overactive imagination.
Yes that must be it, I thought. Justine can not really be trying to
seduce this girl.
I was just letting my overactive imagination run away with me.
I have, like most men, always had my fantasies about  lesbians and I
have watched many lesbian porn movies. As even a casual examination of
my computer hard drive will attest, it is my favourite porn genre. And
I definitely had an interest in Justine, and this girl was very
beautiful. So I was simply adding two plus two and getting five.
In reality I was simply sitting beside two girls as they chatted with
each other at a party. There was nothing more to it than that. They
were not really chatting each other up.
However I could not get the idea out of my head. My mind started to
fill with all sorts of fantasies. The fact that Justine was my
girlfriend and we are on our first date completely left my mind, or
maybe it just enhanced my fantasy, what man does not want his
girlfriend to bring home another girl to share with him?
I shook my head to clear my mind. But the thought would not leave me
alone.
They could not really be seducing each other? Could they?
"Will you kiss my boyfriend?"
The words shocked me out of my thoughts and back into the party.
"Hmm," the girl turned and looked at me for the first time.
"He's a great kisser," Justine said.
Did I hear that right? I thought. Did she just ask this girl to kiss
me?
"Really?" the girl considered.
"Oh, yes," Justine enthused.
I was thinking how can Justine say I am a good kisser when we haven't
really kissed yet.
"Well... I don't know," the girl turned back to Justine.
"Go on," Justine nodded to me, looking the girl straight in the eye.
"I'll make sure you don't regret it."
Then I thought, she <i>is</i> trying to get this girl to kiss me.
"Well.. OK," the girl turned to face me more fully. Which had a
additional effect of pushing her body into closer contact with
Justine's.
Justine slipped her arm around the girl's waist, the tips of her
fingers slipping just inside the waistband of her skirt.
I could feel the colour drain from my face.
The girl smiled and leant towards me, tilting her head up for a kiss,
her eyes half closed.
Justine leant in close behind her.
I looked from the girl, with her moist, pouting lips, to Justine's
expectant face.
The girl waited for me to make contact.
"John," Justine's voice was a horse whisper. "I want you to kiss her
now."
I could not move. The girl was waiting. Justine was watching. But I
was frozen.
I did not want to kiss this girl, beautiful as she was. I wanted to
kiss Justine. But I knew, deep in the very heart of me, that if I
didn't kiss this girl now I would never get to kiss Justine at all.
I looked at Justine as I leant forward and touched my lips to the
girl's.
Just a quick peck on the lips. Then I pulled back
The girl smiled, opening her eyes. "I was expecting a little more."
"John," Justine looked me in the eye. "I want you to kiss her
properly."
It was a direct order.
The girl closed her eyes again and leant her lips towards me.
I didn't know quite where I stood with Justine. But I knew she knew
exactly what her feelings were for me and exactly what she wanted from
me. And I was in no doubt that she would not tell me what she felt for
me until she wanted me to know. But I did hope that she would come to
love me as I felt I loved her.
However I was equally sure that Justine would not let me do anything
she did not want me to do. Or rather that she would let me do anything
that I wanted, but that she would dump me like a hot potato the second
I did something that displeased her.
And I was very sure that once she told me to do something, she
expected me to do it. And that I would have no choice in the matter if
I wanted to continue to be with her.
She had left me in no doubt about who was in control right from the
beginning of our date.
I had arranged to pick her up from her flat on Friday night. As was
usual for me I arrived fifteen minuets early for the date. But
unusually I found my date waiting for me. Justine was sitting on the
steps outside her building taking in the late evening sunshine. She
was all dressed up and ready to go.
She looked up and saw me approaching.
She looked so gorgeous in the late summer sunshine that she literally
took my breath away.
"Hi," she smiled as she stood. A brilliant smile that lit up my entire
universe.
She took a couple of steps to meet me and I realised that my mouth was
too dry to talk.
I swallowed hard and managed to choke, "Hi."
"I'm glad you're early," she beamed. "I've been really looking forward
to our date for the past couple of days."
I thought, But I asked you out last Friday, a week ago, how come you
have only been looking forward to our date for "a couple of days".
Then I mentally chided myself, Don't over analyse everything she says
and make a fool of your self like you normally do. Just go with the
flow and try to be cool.
"Great," I smiled back. "So have I."
We stood and looked at each other for a few moments.
"So," she asked. "What do you have planned for the evening."
"Err," I swallowed. "I have a table booked at this Chinese restaurant
on High St." I vaguely gestured in the right direction.
"Oh, good," she smiled. "I won't have to change then."
She was wearing a light summer dress. It was white, with big red roses
printed across it. It was cut tight in the bodice with two thin straps
looped over her shoulders and a wide flowing skirt. She wore red,
strapy sandals, her toenails painted to match the roses on her dress.
Even with the heel on her sandals she was still quite a few inches
shorter than me.
Just the right height, I thought, to comfortably slip my arm around
her shoulder.
"Do you like my dress?" she held her hands out to each side to show it
to me. "I got it new today."
"Very nice," my mouth was dry again.
She did a twirl, a bit too fast for me to study the dress, but more
than fast enough to make the skirt flare out, completely exposing her
legs and tantalising me with a glimpse of the curve of her bottom.
"Wahoo, this skirt really flares out when I twirl," she did another.
The second time my eyes were locked on her shapely thighs and I caught
a glimpse of the naked curve of her bottom as the skirt swung out.
"It's a good job I'm not wearing any panties," she laughed. "Else you
might see them if I twirled too quickly."
I just stood there with my mouth wide open, unable to believe what my
ears had just heard.
She laughed again. And I pulled myself together.
"Now, John," she stepped close to me and showed me a pair of house
keys looped through a short piece of pink ribbon. "These are the keys
to my flat."
I nodded slowly, not sure why she she was telling me this.
"Now I am not carrying a handbag tonight and I don't have any pockets
in this dress, so" she slipped the keys into my jeans pocket, "So I
want you to keep these safe for me. OK?"
She looked up into my eyes and I was lost in her's; emerald, jade,
luminescence.
She stretched up on tippy-toes and lightly pressed her lips to mine.
An electric shock jolted through my body. My heart beat thundered in
my ears. My stomach tied itself in knots. And my knees felt as if they
were about to give way.
For one timeless moment her lips touched mine.
Then she broke the kiss and I was left hanging in mid air. My eyes
closed, I just floated in a haze.
Slap!
My bubble burst and I came down to earth with a crash.
She had just slapped me hard, very hard, across the face. My cheek
stung.
"I'm sorry for that," she looked me squarely in the eye.
I didn't know whether to be angry or to cry like a little baby.
"I had to do that just so you would know exactly where you stand."
I just stared blankly at her.
She softly touched her fingers to my burning cheek. "This is just our
first date. And I don't want you getting any ideas, or taking anything
for granted."
I was so stunned that I didn't even flinch as she stroked where she
has just slapped
"I think that I like you," she smiled. "At least I like what I have
seen so far."
Her fingers traced the red mark on my cheek.
"I may want to play with you for a little bit."
I could smell her perfume.
"I may want to get more serious with you."
A heavy musk that filled my lungs.
"I may even want to stay with you for the rest of my life."
And soaked its way deep down inside me.
"But I have been hurt in the past and I am going to take my time to
decide with you."
I suddenly realised that I had the hardest erection of my entire life.
"You know what I have to offer."
I could feel the heat of her body.
"But it's mine to offer and mine to take away, as I choose."
I wanted to wrap my arms around her, hold her and take her and make
her mine. But I just stood there, in emotional and physical turmoil.
She looked at me, waiting.
Gradually I realised that she was waiting for a response. Slowly I
nodded, not quite sure what I was agreeing to, but knowing she wanted
my agreement.
"Now you have seen both sides of me," she smiled. "I can be an angel
if you please me, or I can be the devil if you annoy me."
"So," she lent up and gave me a quick kiss. "Now you know what your
situation is, are you going to come and show me a good time?"
She turned and started to walk away.
I stood, rooted to the spot, for a few moments. A whole tangle of
emotions racing through my mind. Until I realised she was walking away
and not looking back to see if I was following. I swallowed hard and
ran to catch up with her.
As I fell into step with her she slipped her hand into mine and my
heart soared. I felt like I was floating on air as we walked down the
street together.
And now, sitting on the couch at the party, I knew that I had no
choice but to obey Justine's order to kiss this girl, this stranger
that we had just met at another stranger's birthday party. I knew I
had to kiss this girl. If I didn't, I knew that I would never get to
see Justine again.
I swallowed even thought my mouth felt dry.
Justine leant in close behind the girl, her chin almost resting on the
girl's shoulder, her eyes wide with excitement.
The girl's eyes were closed, her lips pursed.
I closed my eyes and lightly pressed my lips to the girl's.
A little kiss.
Then another.
And another.
Then a little flick of my tongue brought the chalky taste of the
girl's lipstick into my mouth.
Another flick and she parted her lips a little
Then my two lips on her upper lip.
Then on her lower.
A further parting of her lips and the tip of my tongue entered a
little.
Her lips closed on my tongue.
I pressed my lips to hers as I withdrew it.
"Hmmm, nice," whispered Justine.
I opened my eyes and saw her leaning in close.
"Go on," she smiled.
I closed my eyes and once more pressed my lips to the girl's.
Her lips parted and our tongues touched.
At first I just circled the tip of her tongue as she held it at the
entrance of her mouth.
Then I pushed deeper and she relaxed her jaw to allow me further
inside.
I tilted my head to the side to encompass her mouth with mine.
Her mouth opened further and I pushed my tongue inside, making short
darting thrusts against her tongue.
She responded, at first pushing back with her tongue, then closing her
lips and sucking on my tongue.
I pulsed my tongue as she sucked for a few moments, then withdrew my
tongue and kissed her lips once more.
We traded little pecks, then stronger kissed, then a flick of my
tongue parted her lips and I thrust once more into her mouth.
She moaned as our tongues circled each other.

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Copyright Declan Stanley
http://www.declanstanley.com

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