A Couple of Tease/Seduction Ideas

[Cold_Eyes]

I've had these two ideas floating around in my head for a while, but I'm having trouble fleshing them out.

1. A cheerleader makes a remark to her friends that she could easily get any single guy in the school to sleep with her. Her friend makes a bet that she can't fuck the notoriously uptight and (obviously) extremely religious altar boy in their class. The cheerleader then tests James' faith.
Some possibilities: Cheerleader pays off other girls to tease the altar boy (and perhaps also a voluptuous mature neighbor gets involved). The teasing leads to the altar boy having a wet dream, which he admits in confession. Cheerleader sneaks into the booth and he has to hold his composure as she sucks him off. Perhaps the cheerleader's friend gets involved -- maybe she makes a deal with him to give him relief.

2. A young college student lives with his father and his trophy wife. The father dies/goes into a coma and the guy inherits a good deal of the money. However, the wife is the executor of the will, so she is able to withhold the inheritance. She uses this to sexually tease and torment her step-son, who is totally dependent on his parents' money, so he will sign over the money (she can also use his dependence to keep him from filing a legal complaint).
Some possibilities: Stepmother starts by "innocently" exposing herself to build tension, she puts the step-son in chastity, maybe he has been dating a girl and his chastity device keeps them from going farther/she discovers the device and helps him, the step-son attempts to capture evidence of the step-mother's wrongdoings.

Any ideas if these premises are enjoyable, or where they might go from here?

 

[Acal]

I like the second one, sounds like a good premise for a revenge type storyline. Also you should activate your private message settings, I have an idea that you can use to more fully expand the second one.

 

[Cold_Eyes]

Also you should activate your private message settings, I have an idea that you can use to more fully expand the second one.

Done, didn't realize that it was off.

 

[grignardreagent]

how 'bout a virgin girl seducing a young boy
ummm!!!!!!
in her office
hmmm!!!
might be her boss
by showing him a lil bit xtra between her thighs !!!!!!!

 

[subwannabe]

I actually like the first idea better. The second one has some problems for me, the main one being that an executor can only do so much. They are in charge of executing the estate but only on legal terms. If they try any hanky panky or are incompetent the son could take her to court to challenge her executorship. However, I am sure there would be ways to tweak the idea so that it could work.

 

[Cold_Eyes]

I actually like the first idea better. The second one has some problems for me, the main one being that an executor can only do so much. They are in charge of executing the estate but only on legal terms. If they try any hanky panky or are incompetent the son could take her to court to challenge her executorship. However, I am sure there would be ways to tweak the idea so that it could work.

Yeah, it seems like the inevitable outcome is some long legal battle. But the main part of the story could fit into the time period it takes the guy's complaint to get to court -- I've heard of cases where incompetent/corrupt executors were challenged but the legal proceedings took a year or even longer to actually begin.

 

[jeninflorida]

I've had these two ideas floating around in my head for a while, but I'm having trouble fleshing them out.

1. A cheerleader makes a remark to her friends that she could easily get any single guy in the school to sleep with her. Her friend makes a bet that she can't fuck the notoriously uptight and (obviously) extremely religious altar boy in their class. The cheerleader then tests James' faith.
Some possibilities: Cheerleader pays off other girls to tease the altar boy (and perhaps also a voluptuous mature neighbor gets involved). The teasing leads to the altar boy having a wet dream, which he admits in confession. Cheerleader sneaks into the booth and he has to hold his composure as she sucks him off. Perhaps the cheerleader's friend gets involved -- maybe she makes a deal with him to give him relief.

2. A young college student lives with his father and his trophy wife. The father dies/goes into a coma and the guy inherits a good deal of the money. However, the wife is the executor of the will, so she is able to withhold the inheritance. She uses this to sexually tease and torment her step-son, who is totally dependent on his parents' money, so he will sign over the money (she can also use his dependence to keep him from filing a legal complaint).
Some possibilities: Stepmother starts by "innocently" exposing herself to build tension, she puts the step-son in chastity, maybe he has been dating a girl and his chastity device keeps them from going farther/she discovers the device and helps him, the step-son attempts to capture evidence of the step-mother's wrongdoings.

Any ideas if these premises are enjoyable, or where they might go from here?

so many ways to spin #2....I like the idea where the son has a trust fund and is coming into something like 40 million. the wife wants it all!

 

[sdsioux]

I like #1 if you eliminate the religious angle. He could just be a nerd who is more interested in math than sex.

 

[grey228]

The second idea plays out like a Japanese anime (i.e., GIBO Stepmother's Sin) although it sounds like a soap opera. Work on the details and you can get quite a narrative going.


The first idea would be a one-off. And the religious cover would be believable, depending on where the reader is from. If the reader is from a more cosmopolitan background, the plot may be hard to swallow.

 

[Cold_Eyes]

So I basically flipped a coin and went with #2. I haven't written any longer stories yet, so I wanted to try one. Here's the first draft of a scene near the beginning of the story, where the main character figures out his stepmother wants to seduce him.

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Mari was making herself more visible around the house beyond just a change in attire. She was cooking meals, going out less, taking an interest in me. We had done a commendable job ignoring each other since we met. There was that short period after the wedding where she was struck by the novelty of having a stepson and tried to play mother. “It's okay to call me 'mom,' or 'mami,' like I call my mother,” she had said, seemingly unaware she was talking to an eighteen-year-old. Thankfully, that phase ended rather quickly for her. I had no reason to help her insinuate herself into our lives – this was merely a financial arrangement.

Had she become bored without Dad? After two years of avoiding me, she was claiming to make up for lost time, interrogating me about frivolities like my favorite flavor of ice cream. I thought it was rather harmless until this next incident.

I sat in one of the living rooms reading Ham on Rye for the second time. I had already finished it a few years ago, but my 20th century lit professor assigned it and I had no qualms about a second time through.

“Lilly bent over and ran her tongue along Pete's cock.” For a moment, I thought I had gone crazy when a feminine voice had simultaneously spoken the line I was reading. Then a pair of hands grabbed my shoulders. I looked up and saw Mari standing right over me, right behind the couch.

“Ooh, reading smutty books, Denny?”

“No, it's Bukowski. It's for a class.”
She walked around the couch and sat next to me. “Suuure it is.” She smiled and winked at me. However, I felt no compulsion to defend myself. With an excited look in her eyes, she grabbed my shoulder and said: “Hey, wanna watch a movie?”

“Fine,” I sighed. Resistance to her efforts to bond at this point would have been even more painful. She was a natural attention-seeker, which made her all the worse when she actually made an effort at being one.

She flicked through the choices on pay-per-view, trying to figure out what I liked. There was nothing particularly interesting, so I told her to just pick something. As the opening credits rolled, she asked, “Your twenty-first birthday is in a few months, isn't it?”

“Yeah,” I replied, impressed that she knew almost as much about me as my driver's license did.

“Well, you're old enough, I think. I'm making a drink, want one?”

I accepted the offer – anything that would make two hours of a terrible movie and Mari's buddying up easier to bear. She got up and walked out, affording me a few minutes to read my book. When I heard footsteps I threw the book back on the table. She put my rum and coke next to it. The opening credits had flown by and I hadn't even caught the name of the movie.

Before long, comets were raining down everywhere on earth and blowing the hell out of landmarks. Mari was quiet, but she leaned her head against my shoulder, occasionally caressing my arm. Whenever something exploded, she started and squeezed my arm tight, pressing her breasts into my side. I took a gulp of my drink. Strong, but all the better for that.

Halfway through, the focus seemed to shift from the protagonists surviving Armageddon to surviving contrived romantic sub-plots. Well, actually, it was probably the most realistic disaster movie I had seen. Fuck like rabbits, it's the end of the goddamn world.

That's when Mari started her probing. On screen, the lead actress disrobed in preparation for her first sex scene. Mari asked: “Wow, isn't she hot?”

I grunted yes. However, as I drank more, my answers to her questions became more detailed. She interrogated me further – Which one do you like best? What's their best feature? Tits or ass?

I was growing a bit uncomfortable, but she finally moved on to something slightly less sexual. “Say, are you going out with someone now?”

“Yeah, Dina. I go to school with her.” All right, I lied about the marshmallow thing – there were really two of them, and Dina was the second. Mari hadn't just replaced porn as my jerking material, she had also replaced Dina in my fantasies. I felt guilty about that on top of everything else.

“So, have you...” Mari paused and leaned closer to whisper, “fucked her yet?”

“No, we just started going out.” At least now she couldn't ask for details. But it was the truth. Dina and I had gone out once a weekend since the semester started a little over a month ago. She wanted to take it slow and I was fine with that. It felt pleasant, a fresh start.

Going steady was almost nostalgic. In high school, I thought I was in love but had my heart torn to pieces and unceremoniously stomped on. Freshman year of college is when all the girls break up with their high school boyfriends and start “experimenting,” making it a breeding ground for easy one-night stands. I took full advantage of that environment. That was the year Mari moved in, too. It took a little while to get used to having a wet dream walking around the house. But she was a rather unsubtle gold digger. That coupled with the fact that I had easy pickings at college made me indifferent to her, even on the level of pure physical attraction.

“You know, you can talk to me about these things, Denny. I'm a girl too – in fact, it's not so long ago that I was old enough to go to college. I didn't grow up fifty years ago.”

It was impossible to argue that point, however suggestive she made it sound. But I was becoming even more perturbed. She was now cuddling up closer, one arm wrapped around mine, a breast pressing into my side. Her other arm was stroking my hair and the side of my face.

“I know I haven't been there much for you, baby, that's why I'm trying to get to know you better.” She reclined a bit more, seemingly getting a little tired, nuzzling her head against my neck. Her weight forced me to slouch down, allowing her to put her legs on the couch and wrap an arm around my back to hug my waist.

I stared at her laid out half on top of me and thanked god that she was in a tank top and shorts, instead of provocative lingerie. “Instead of” was literally correct in this case – I glanced down at the breast that was not pressed into me – she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipple pushed against the thin red material of her shirt. The way that she leaned against me pulled the material back against her chest so that it clung completely to the curvature of her breast. It begged for me to play with it. Her hands unclasped, one still holding on to my waist and the other finding its way down my hip to my thigh. The one on my thigh drifted up and down. A lump formed in my throat.

The alcohol had kept me down through Mari's stroking and pillow talk, but now it turned on me. Wrapped around me, Mari looked absolutely mouthwatering. Pressure built in my pants while her hand moved ever closer to my crotch. I struggled against my urges. Staying soft was becoming a battle of attrition as lewd thoughts coursed through my head. I had already been enjoying the feeling of one breast against me – why not enjoy the second one? Would that be so wrong? Maybe if we just started by kissing? Or if I make her hand “accidentally” slip onto my growing hardness?

“I just wanted to tell you I was sorry,” she said. Her eyelids seemed to grow heavier and the smell of booze wafted from her mouth.

That fortunately managed to derail my train of thought. I felt shamed. This all looked rather sexual from my perspective, but maybe it was just an innocent embrace from Mari's. It was the principle of in vino veritas. Perhaps she did have some remorse and the alcohol had brought that out, but she just had a little too much and got touchy-feely without realizing it. And here I was, getting sexually aroused and devising plans to feel her up while she was trying to make an honest apology.

“It's okay, Mari,” I broke the long silence I had maintained since she asked about Dina. I felt relieved. She had probably been waiting to hear that since she had started sucking up to me. Now she had been absolved and all this could end. No, not all of it. Mari still had me captive.

The tension in my pants caused by my now full erection created little creases to run along the crotch and thighs. Her fingertips had caught against one and began to explore it, threatening to cross the boundary from my thigh to the base of my cock. Her head began to lift from my chest. She would no doubt see my arousal if I didn't act fast.

I sat her straight up so that I could hug her, her chin resting on my shoulder. “It's okay, Mari!” I repeated breathlessly.

“I'm so glad, baby,” she replied, rubbing my back. Just in time, I thought, but this solution was only temporary. Her breasts were squished right into my chest. On top of that, her tiny shorts had ridden down enough so that I could see the tops of her cheeks, which were free of cover from panties. I had to get to the bathroom.

“Hate to end the touching moment, but I really have to take a piss,” I said, patting her head and tousling her hair so that it fell into her eyes. I jumped up from the couch, hoping my plan had worked.

Bursting into the nearest bathroom, I shucked my pants and boxers. The second I started stroking, Fantasy Mari returned and I was back on the couch with her. “Oh, Denny! I told you I love you, but not in that way!” she screamed as I made ribbons of her clothes. Her protests were mixed with moans of pleasure as I thrust into her. It hadn't even been a minute, but I was ready to release. “No, Denny, not inside!” yelled Mari. That pushed me over the edge. I lost control and my hips bucked wildly, causing me to miss the bowl and squirt all over the toilet tank. As I wiped the tank down, a little voice inside kept telling me I was an asshole.
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I made a roundabout from the bathroom to the kitchen, needing a breather. A snack wouldn't hurt either. I passed the liquor cabinet on my way to the fridge and stopped. A snack and a drink, that was what I needed. I filled a glass with ice, poured some scotch into it, then downed the whole thing while I reheated a slice of pizza. Dad usually had the cook or the maid root out my leftovers – “No reason for that when we've got a cook.” Now I got away with sticking whatever I wanted in the fridge.

Pizza needs red pepper. I rooted through the spice rack. Where was the little bugger? Lower, lower, until I hit the bottom of the rack and finally found it next to the –

I performed a double-take in the most literal sense. The pepper sat next to a row of all sorts of herbal aphrodisiacs. I picked a few up and looked. “For increased male libido,” what in the hell? I put the elements together – Mari, lingerie, sucking up to me, cooking food, aphrodisiacs – rather slowly. I'm not so quick on my feet when I'm drunk, all right?

The realization took another few seconds to work its way downward, but it created an instant hard-on when it did. My head flooded with so many questions, and then images of Mari. The only cure was another shot of scotch. I downed it and chucked the pizza, too unsettled to eat. I couldn't deal with this tonight.

I walked back to the living room. The movie was still going somehow. How could all of this have happened in less than two hours?

“Um, I'm not feeling so good. I'm gonna head up to bed,” I announced.

“It's almost over, honey. Why don't you come sit by me?” Mari patted the couch. Now that I had discovered her secret, even this seemingly innocent gesture looked like an invitation into a world of vice.

“No, that's okay, it's almost my bedtime anyway.”

“If you say so,” she said, giving up. She had no choice as I had already started towards the stairs.