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This is the first chapter of a story I plan to expand in a series. It is about mind games, seduction, desire and reluctance transformed into desire. The build-up is slow but I plan a few mind-blowing twists along the way, so please, bear with me...
All the characters are over 18 years old and there will be no humiliation or forced interactions whatsoever along the way. The main character is Alyssa, but the other characters are unique in their own way and they will have their points of view. Please excuse any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.
That being said... on we go through the rabbit hole... hope you like the journey.
Alyssa
My name is Alyssa and this is a story of seduction. I'm 30 years old, 5.4 feet tall and like the famous lyrics, I have all the right junk in all the right places (*wink).
I've been in a happy relationship with my boyfriend Ryan for four years and well, four months ago we decided (I decided, he accepted, hihi) to start a dance class because we didn't find the time to exercise a lot and we wanted to meet new people and maybe make some new friends. And that's where we met Marcus, Chrissy and Andy... and things started to get interesting...
Marcus is about 6 feet tall, in his thirties, with shoulder length black hair, fit body, full lips and eyes a green so deep that he intimidates most of the girls at the dance class without even trying.
Well, sometimes he really likes to look into their eyes just so he can revel in their awkwardness and the blush of their cheeks. He's respectful, funny and very easy to talk to, but sometimes his smile appears to hide a dark side... Yet, despite being the dominating kind, he is in a 9 year relationship with Chrissy and he really respects and loves her.
Chrissy is a bit shorter than him, but not by much, with a lovely silhouette, fit and long legs, hair the color of copper and deep blue eyes. She usually doesn't like to stand out at the dance class, and she appears shy and quiet, but she sometimes has the same dark look in her eyes, just like Marcus...
Andy is 25 years old, about 5.8 feet, lean body, brown and a bit curly shoulder length hair and brown eyes that seem to always smile and hide a mischievous thought. He's sociable and very careful and delicate with his partners at dance class, but in close position his arms around them sometimes makes the girls forget their steps...
We all quickly became friends and started to hang out, have drinks, barbeques and game nights. I have a very honest relationship with Ryan and we talked and joked about who are we attracted to from dance class. My answer was "I like guys with long hair"... Ryan has short hair and joked about leaving it long, we laughed it off and didn't think about it for a while until one night...
We were all out for drinks after dance practice and talking about all kinds of things when the subject of sexy guys with long eyelashes came up and I said i envy them a bit, because us girls have to use mascara or fake lashes. Everybody laughed and out of nowhere, Ryan, a bit tipsy said "Well, Alyssa likes guys with long eyelashes and long hair"....
I first looked at Ryan and wanted to throw something at him but he was just laughing. I then looked at Marcus, he was smiling, looking at me and then he looked at Andy... something shifted in the air... I couldn't bring myself to look at Chrissy. All this happened in a few seconds that for me seemed like hours. The discussion changed and the awkward moment passed, we all continued to have fun.
When we arrived home I asked Ryan what the hell was he thinking putting me on the spot like that.
"Don't take things so seriously, love!" he responded casually
"It's not like I told them your deepest darkest fantasies" he said with a wicked smile on his face and put his arms around me. He kissed me and started to undress me and as he moved his hands on my body I started to think to myself that I never had deep and dark fantasies... but a one started to form in my mind in that moment...
Ryan made my knees tremble with just a few well placed touches and kisses. He knew exactly where my sweet spots were and his fingers caressed every inch of my body while his tongue danced on my skin. But in that moment, my mind drifted and Marcus' eyes came into my imagination. His full lips kissing me while I would bit his lower lip.
I imagined Andy's hands on my breasts, and his curly hair touching my skin while he kissed my neck. I was soaked and images of being touched and kissed everywhere were rolling into my mind, making me feel insane and impossibly excited at the same time.
I felt so good feeling Ryan thrusting inside me, that it didn't took long for me to cum, and he exploded a few seconds after me.
As my orgasm washed over me in waves, I wondered if I wound fall asleep and continue the fantasy in my dreams. Ryan took me into his arms and we both drifted away exhausted.
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