My buddy’s flirtatious young girlfriend

– MIke’s young flirty girlfriend –

Many years ago, when I was about 20, I had a friend who started bringing his young new girlfriend to parties. She was kinda trampy, from a different school (wrong side of the tracks) but was funny, pretty and sexy… in that “wouldn’t take her home to meet my mother” kind of way.

I recall after meeting her a few times, the three of us were sitting together on a couch at a party, drinking, joking around and telling stories, and I noticed she kept staring at my crotch. Suddenly, right in front of her boyfriend, she reaches over and grabs my junk! She quickly pulls her hands back, covers her mouth, and gasps, with a shocked look on her face – “oh my gosh, I thought you had a bag of weed in your pocket!” Then she laughed and punched me in the shoulder.

Mike laughed too, saying “she’s just drunk”, and rolled his eyes.

They broke up a couple of weeks later. Mike said she was trouble.

– WORKING LATE –

I was working then at my fathers small business as a draftsman/designer. The building was located down on the road to the beach, the local cruising grounds. I would often go down and work late at night to get ahead on new orders that were on a tight schedule. One hot summer night, about six months after I last saw Mike, a car pulled into the small parking area, and a girl got out and waved up at me. I didn’t know who it was, so I walked downstairs and opened the front door to see. The girl ran up to the door “Jeff! It’s me!” It was Mike’s ex. I didn’t remember her name… still don’t. I hadn’t recognized her- her hair was different, longer and lighter than I remembered.

“Whatcha doing down here so late?… Could I use your bathroom?”

I invited her in and led her to the ladies restroom.

I couldn’t tell if she had been drinking, or maybe high, but she seemed overly bubbly and full of smiles. When she came out, she walked up close to me- closer than I expected.

“Are you going to show me around?”

We walked upstairs. I let her go first, and watched her ass as she climbed the stairs in front of me. She was wearing a thin flowered cotton skirt, that hit mid-thigh. Nice round bubble butt. I could see her underwear lines through the thin fabric.

I led her into my (shared) office, a large room where my desk and drafting table was located. She asked me what I was drawing, and stood quite close as I described the machinery I was designing. She looked at me more often than at the drawing, and I could tell she didn’t really care about the design.

She stepped back and smiled – “you’re a really good artist! Maybe you could draw me”, kicking off her flip-flops, and striking a flirty pose.

…where is this going?

“That could take a while, but I would love to try”

I pulled a chair over to the middle of the room and asked her to sit down for me. I had her sit down to make sure she couldn’t be seen from the street.

I sat back on my drafting stool and looked more closely at her.

She was thin, about 5’-7”, 115 pounds? She had long tan legs that looked damn nice in that skirt. She was wearing a skimpy pink sweater that was kinda baggy, and didn’t show much, although I could see a bit of her tummy above the skirt.

“How do you want me to pose?” and she put her arms up, and folded her hands behind her head. She slid down a bit in the chair and arched her back, pushing her chest out to show her form through the baggy sweater. As she slid forward her skirt slid upwards a bit, exposing more of her long legs.

I thought about when she grabbed my dick at the party months ago, and wondered if she had hunted me down to find out more

I pulled out a fresh piece of paper and acted like I was starting a sketch.