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Tammy Seduces Her Boyfriend by Tammy Ng
Dear Dee-Dee,
I'm glad to hear that there are no hard feelings, except those
of our boyfriends. Thank you for your last message, now I know where
to meet you for lunch! Once I was in a cafeteria at school and I saw
a girl standing near the salad bar. She was holding a carrot stick in
her hand. I saw her look across the room and catch someones eye, then
she licked the carrot like she was going to go down on it. I couldn't
pick out who she was trying to turn on, probably her boyfriend.
Did I ever tell you how I met my boyfriend? I think all I've
said before is that we met in a photography class. There is slightly
more to the story than that, as you might expect.
I always looked for cute guys in my classes, it was such a
natural way to meet. You always had something in common, and if you
really got along, pulling an all nighter became an appealing double
entendre. So there I was in Photo 12something. It was meeting in
this big auditorium, and kids sat all over, about one per row. The
first week I spotted this guy, cute, brown hair, glasses. Second
week, I sit in his row. Third week, I get there early, he has to say
excuse me and squeeze past to get to his seat. I smile. He smiles.
He blushes. This guy is shy. I say, gee we have the same camera body
(Nikon, so does the rest of the class). What lenses does he have?
Filters? Maybe we could do the next assignment together and swap
equipment. OK. The prof announces our next assignment, playgrounds.
Yuk. We spend three hours waiting for something interesting to happen
at a local nursery school. The kids go home. I say how about
you take me playing with all these kid toys? I act like a fool,
goofing around on the swings, slide, etc. while he snaps away. At
least it breaks the ice. Next week, we do trees together.
Next week, and I lean over and whisper in his ear before the
prof announces the assignment, "Together, right?" He nods OK. Prof
clears throat, announces topic: underwear.
I was sure he wouldn't show up.
The appointed hour silently becomes now, and now passes.
There is a knock. Yes, its him! Big smile, come in, of
course, don't be silly, I'm always late myself. We took our cameras
and stuff into my bedroom. He said he really had no idea what to do,
how did I want to do this? I said I had some ideas, but I couldn't be
behind the lens and in front of it at the same time. Would he shoot
for me? He says yes.
I started by the window, next to my bed. Strong sidelight, I
looked away at nothing. I was wearing jeans and a button down flannel
top (it was already November). First I pulled the shirttails out, and
unbuttoned all the buttons, then rebuttoned the top one. We did shots
revealing various amounts of bra. Just a plain white bra. More
shots, me kneeling on the bed, shirt off my shoulders. I look down,
right, left, up, is he even noticing me?
I say I want to change bras. He says ok, he won't look. He's
not getting it. I open my drawers, searching for the right bra.
Maybe its with the matching panties? I try that drawer. He comes
over, looks over my shoulder. Are those all mine, he says? He's
staring at two drawers stuffed to overflowing with the necessities of
womanhood, underwear in every possible shade and hue. He says, My
sister has bras and panties, I did the wash at home, and I saw them.
They were all white. Like guy underwear. This is incredible. He
laughs.
Its a beautiful, mischievous laugh, full of wonder at the
world. I want to jump him right there.
I shot for you he says, will I model for him? He's nervous,
almost back in his shell, I'll do anything to keep him from
retreating. Of course, I'll be his model.
He had me strip out of my jeans and lie on the bed. White
bra, white panties and me. How much of me was he seeing? Was this
still just an assignment for him? I thought he might take some shots
of me, soft porn like. He asked me to spread eagle on the bed. I
complied. He turned and pulled the drawer with my bras in it
completely out of the dresser. Carrying it to the bed, he turned it
over and dumped the entire drawerful on my chest. Then he turned and
got the other drawer and dumped out all the panties across my stomach
and hips. Then he started to take pictures.
Of course I saw them later, these hilarious pictures of me
buried under mountains of undergarments. He stood me up and decorated
me like a Christmas tree, snapped my bras together and garlanded me
with them. He dressed a chair in my stuff, stretching my panties so
that the front legs the chair went through the leg holes, pulling them
up around the seat. He draped various bras across the back, and I
held up a big white sheet for a backdrop. He took several like that,
when he looked at me again, the shyness coming back. Would I do
something else? Of course.
He took the panties off the front legs of the chair, and
fitted them to the back legs, with the front panel of the panties
facing backwards. He picked up the bra and reversed it also, so the
cups bowed out with the curve of the chair back.
"Now I want you to sit in it," he said. I was still in my
white bra and panties. I sat facing the camera, chair back between my
legs. He looked at me. I thought I knew what he wanted, a shot where
the clothes on the chair kind of shadowed or overlay the right parts
of my body. He bit his lip. "Um, could you perhaps take off the
uh.." Now I got the picture. For this shot it would look best if I
had nothing on, and the clothes were worn by the chair.
I reached behind me and unclipped the bra. As the cups slid
off, my nipples stood up like rocks, was he noticing? I wanted to
touch them, but restrained myself. I got off the chair and pulled off
the briefs, did he watch my tits swing? Sitting down, I caught a
whiff of myself. I wondered if he could smell me too.
He was looking through the lens, setting up the shot. From
just off center, the shot would show me, my breasts hanging just
behind the bra. Looking, looking, focus. Without moving from behind
the camera, squinting into the rangefinder, he said, "I don't know if
you know it, but you're really beautiful." Click. All of a sudden I
know it, and feel it. Feeling beautiful feels like you know a secret
and the secret is he likes you. Feeling beautiful feels like a sudden
rush of sunlight into a November afternoon. Feeling beautiful feels
like a blushing warmth creeping across your chest and being suddenly
wet in a private place and wanting to cradle his head against your
chest and take him into your private place and let him make it his
place, let him mark you as his, just as he has marked you as
beautiful.
"You can put your stuff back on, um...," he trailed off, no
longer looking through the lens.
"I don't think that will be necessary."
I got up and sat on the bed, clearing a space amid the strewn
clothes. I knelt, near the edge, and he sat opposite me.
"Look," I said. "I'm just plain Tammy Ng when I look in the
mirror. Hang around girls much and you'll find out very few of us has
a great self image. I would love to hear you call me beautiful again.
I would love for you to look straight at me and say I'm beautiful.
But I'm warning you, I'm already very attracted to you. Saying I'm
beautiful is only going to make things worse for you."
He leaned forward, and looked me straight in the eye. "Tammy
Ng, you're beautiful."
I looked at him. He was smiling from ear to ear.
"You know, I was just thinking," I said, "I think we just said
that we like each other, and I don't know how you would feel about
this, but I'm a girl and I'm naked and I'm sitting on this bed, see,
so I was wondering if it would feel at all natural to you, at this
moment, to well, what I'm really saying is that I wouldn't mind if you
wanted to perhaps..."
"Kiss you?"
"For a start."
He started. We kissed, him standing, me kneeling on the bed.
He was leaning towards me and only out lips met. I got butterflies,
kissing him. I got wetter, kissing him.
"You could touch me, too, y'know"
"I have your permission?"
"I'm about to demand it."
"But I like tasting you."
"Then I'm going to demand that you taste me, please. There's
nothing I'd like better than for you to taste me everywhere and
anywhere you want, but I might point out that some parts of Tammy Ng
taste better than others, and other parts of Tammy Ng are just about
screaming to be tasted, and there's a special on breasts in the
appetizing department, if you'd like to..."
His tongue flicked my right nipple. My hands came up and I
held my tits up and out to him.
"Yes, that felt so good, just suck me please, I'd really love
to feel ..." but I was already feeling it as he bit me lightly at the
base of my nipple and ran his teeth lightly up and pulled it softly
with his lips.
At that point we went completely non-verbal, though not
non-vocal. He kissed me everywhere that counted. He touched me,
everywhere, too. He wouldn't even take his clothes off until I
scrabbled through the heap of clothes that was now on the floor to
find the condom I kept with my panties. Then I stripped him and made
him lie down and stroked his cock a few times and kissed him there and
then I couldn't wait and I rolled the sheath down around him.
Straddling him, I led him into me. We were both so excited, it went
very quickly, that first time.
Oh, and the photo assignment? I took some shots of him in his
jockey shorts, making these hokey muscleman poses, and my vibrator
sticking out the leghole. Very funny, but don't ask, the shots from
that day got shown to the professor, who graded them excellent, and
now nobody sees them but us.
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