Breaking the Tease (Open)

[Little_Red_Rose]

Breaking the Tease (CLOSED)

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Name: Melanie Smith
Age: 19
Height: 5'8"

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Dear Diary,

Living in a small town isn’t exactly exciting. From my own experience; days pass by slowly, you find yourself with less and less things to do and the entire area reeks of mundane life. While that might be just fascinating for some, it certainly isn’t the lifestyle for me - hence why the moment that I graduated from high school, I decided to go to a faraway college. So, from my humble beginnings from Georgia, at nineteen years old, I found myself at the University of New York.

Immediately, I was struck by some kind of cultural shock, what with the lights, skyscrapers and enormous amount of people freely walking about. Still, that didn’t get to me for too long. Within a month’s time I found myself freely leaving campus and exploring the city.

I suppose that’s what brought me to my first unusual encounter. If my memory serves me right, I was browsing through HMV, when from the corner of my eye I saw some man acting suspicious. At first, I thought it was just some shoplifter looking for a window of opportunity, but then as I walked around the store, I noticed that he was actually following me! My heart raced when this happened, as my mother made damn sure to let me know every urban legend that there is to know of New York. But I calmed down, when the man did in fact leave. Thus, I wondered; why did he follow me around?

I thought this question for quite a few sleepless nights until something similar occurred as I was grocery shopping. It was then that I discovered that some men simply found me attractive and wanted a closer look, or even to take a picture without me noticing. And for that, I had to blame my large bust.

You see, I was endowed with a large bosom during my late teenaged years. It is so much so, that for the past few years, I needed to be extremely thoughtful as to what to wear. Honestly, at times I wonder if my growth has stopped, being a 38G cup at 5’8. It doesn’t help that together with my slim figure, that they seem even larger! So, not only do I have to be careful as to what size my tops should be (as something too small simply looks too scandalous for my tastes) but also as to what bra to wear. Padded supporting bras were hard to find, at least for me, but I desperately needed such not only because my orbs weighed me down without so, but because of the natures of my large nipples. Most of the time, I considered my upper half to be a curse, rather than a blessing.

That is, until I began to enjoy these little chases. Maybe I should be ashamed for such a way of thinking, but in recent times I found it exhilarating to have people stare or trying to get a closer look. Not only in public places, but also within my own school residence. I never allowed anything to get too far, even at parties. I would take my time and not drink too much - nor would I take too seriously having a fellow student express his love to me (despite knowing me for obviously less than a year). Perhaps my parents’ conservative attitude rubbed off a little on me? Maybe I was just waiting for the right guy? Whatever the case may be, I constantly found excuses why to never go further than having a man kiss me. And for that, some people thought of me as a tease.

I didn’t really care - as school came first now. I love philosophy and found myself wanting to attend graduate school. Or maybe take a double major next year? The possibilities were endless at this point. Things change, however - so I couldn’t possibly think that what I have planned for the future will fly so easily. At least, that’s my mentality on life.

Well, I have about an hour to kill before class starts. I suppose that I could go for a coffee, or go to the library?

And so, I closed my little journal and checked myself out in the mirror. Not bad, I thought, as my hair just seemed perfect on this fine early November day. Wearing a purple tank top and blue jeans, I thought to put on a small leather jacket and some heels before going out. Luckily, there was a Starbucks right in residence.

"One Caffè Latte, please." I asked once I made my way to the counter. I looked at the clock and saw that I was in no real rush.

( Closed ! )

 

[Cuterpguy]

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[cliss]

Name: Benjamin Nadson
Age: 23
Height: 5'11"
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New York really wasn't anything new to me. I'd grown up here after all, under the starless sky. I was more than familiar with the tight quarters and the hustle and bustle. It was the times that I left to visit family in more rural areas that things felt... off. I'd gone to a private prep school, lived a life of general privilege. Having something to do at every moment, whether it be daylight, nighttime, dusk or dawn, was natural. I learned to live by the moment, working when I wanted to work, partying when I wanted to party, no matter the hour of the day. Growing up in New York was something that burned itself into you. It shaped your approach to everything else.

I moved away after graduating High School, thinking I'd skip that entire college thing and just become instantly successful in San Francisco. I'm back; I'm in college; it didn't work out all that well. The years of my life weren't entirely lost. I'd learned a lot about human nature. About how some people will use anything to get a handle on you. How even the people you grow to trust will sometimes use you to get to something they want more than your friendship.

So after spending 3 years post High School getting some applied education in social dynamics I came back. My parents were gone by then. I was the only child of two career minded individuals and they were now retired. Escaping to that country home they'd always dreamed about while working absurd hours in the city; still spending all of their time reading trade publications and working out plans for businesses they no longer worked for. It was nice, for a change, getting to enjoy the city without them constantly looking over my shoulder. It was something I'd never been able to experience while growing up with them.

Today I found myself enjoying coffee, just black coffee, in a small Starbucks located on the ground floor of my apartment building. Attempting to work with the high fliers on the West Coast had diminished the appeal of espresso based coffee drinks. The quantities in which they were ordered over there only dwarfed by the sheer magnitude of the lack of understanding of what was being ordered. Americanos still held a warm, though preferably hot, spot in my heart. The black coffee at this Starbucks was always slightly burnt; I still preferred it.

As she walked into the Starbucks I noticed her immediately. I usually noticed her immediately, as did everyone else. You didn't have to be a rocket scientist to understand that a figure like that, with breasts like those, acted like a magnet for male and female eyes alike. She always seemed to dress like she knew it as well; she even seemed to dress that way for that Philosophy class I had with her. Everyone else generally came in what they went to bed in, plus pants. Though attempting to hide that sort of body shape just made a person look fat. Flaunting it was really the only other option so I couldn't necessarily blame her. Quickly, I assessed what I was wearing; blue jeans, leather boat shoes, even a grey cotton dress shirt. I didn't remember dressing so nicely. It must have been luck.

When she turned from picking up her order I raised my hand in a slight wave, attempting to draw her eyes. I indicated the open seat across from me, offering her the spot if she wanted it. Her purple tank showed off her breasts amazingly, of course, and her pants weren't slacking on her legs either.

"Hey, Melanie, right? If you've got nothing to do before our class in a bit would you like to chat for awhile?" I again pointed to the seat in front of me. She'd seemed intelligent in class so far, not that Greek philosophy was a subject that enthralled me. "I'm Benjamin, we have that philosophy class together in about an hour," I smiled at her, attempting to figure out the color of her eyes.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

My brain was pretty much in auto-pilot, so to speak, that is until someone had caught my attention. Waving his hand almost as to wake me up, I noticed his familiar face. The relatively tall man gestured me to an empty seat, though I wasn't exactly too sure if to take it. Sure, the man was pretty well looking - certainly better dressed that most people that I knew. But, I wasn't to just have a chat with a complete stranger. This hesitance quickly broke down, as he introduced himself as:

"Hey, Melanie, right? If you've got nothing to do before our class in a bit would you like to chat for awhile? I'm Benjamin, we have that philosophy class together in about an hour,"

And so, I quickly realized who it was. With a smile and a direct look with my green eyes, I responded: "Oh right, Benjamin! Sorry, I'm really bad with names..." with a slight chuckle, continuing "Sure, I'd love to stay and chat for a bit. I usually don't know what to do with myself during these breaks." as I went on to take the empty seat, resting my latte onto the surface of the table. "What's up?" I say, in a relaxed tone.

 

[cliss]

Green, her eyes were green, I attempted to commit the color to memory. She sat down with a chuckle, apologizing for not recognizing me right away, relaxing visibly once she realized she knew me. I kept my eyes lined up with hers, despite the obvious impulse to glance down.

"Sure, I'd love to stay and chat for a bit. I usually don't know what to do with myself during these breaks. What's up?"

"Well, during this break you can talk with me. I'm just relaxing for a bit before it's time to go to class," I took another sip of my coffee. Her purple tank top was challenging me, daring me to look down, but I maintained composure, instead smiling at her. "Why don't you tell me more about yourself. It's tough to get a word in sideways in class. Don't get me wrong, it's interesting in its own way. But that professor has a way of filling up any silence with hot air sometimes," I shrugged, "And as a result, I know nothing about you other than the fact that everyone seems to smile as you enter the room."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

It certainly seemed like a blessing having someone to talk to during these breaks of mine. Benjamin seemed extremely well mannered - though, like well mannered-men, I could see that he was fighting the urge to even glance at my chest. Mischievously, I mentally put a note to make it especially difficult. I don't know why exactly, but I always enjoyed having control over a man's emotions. So, as he was talking, I arched and moved my body just enough to entice him further, though not enough to show what I was doing. Still - I didn't want to be too cruel. Especially how hard he was trying to get to know me.

"Not much to say really..." I said, sipping on my latte before continuing. "I'm from a small town in Georgia who decided to continue my education as far as I could in this country. I'm just getting used to this city." I started to get lured into the conversation a bit more, leaning over as if I was scared that a professor would hear me "And I know what you mean about the professor. Sometimes, I think he talks just for the sake of talking." and then chuckled.

Lightening up a bit more, I added "And thank you for the compliment. Aren't you sweet. Though, I doubt that I have the ability to make people instantaneously happy." trying to be modest.

 

[cliss]

My smile was forced to grow larger as she arched her body, causing her chest to become even more prominent. She did an amazing job at looking seductive, I thought, either intentionally or unintentionally. It was something I had seen tried so many times before, by bosses wives, or interns, though never by anyone quite as blessed as Melanie was. I refrained from looking, hoping that if this was intentional that she would try harder. Holding out usually resulted in bigger payoffs.

I nodded as she explained that she was from Georgia, noting that she was relatively new to the city. Her leaning over towards me caused my body to react in the expected manner, my skin prickling slightly with the desire to touch.

"Oh, not being sweet at all. And you've no reason to be shy about it," I smiled, "So what is the thing about the city that you like the most so far? And on that note, what is the thing you hate the most? I've lived here for much of my life, I always find it interesting to hear what people latch on to." I set my cup down on the table, leaving my hand beside it as I waited to hear more about her.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

Quite frankly, I was surprised to see that he was as composed as he was now. Normally, I found, that men would be acting all jittery whenever I was this close to him. Odd - but maybe he really was so in control of himself? I suppose that only time would tell. After all, I just barely even met this guy. Needless to say however, something about him seemed different.

"Like the most?" I repeated, wondering myself on what the answer would be. At this moment, I thought of yet another way of gathering more attention from him - my hand went to his own in a very casual matter as I spoke "Oh! The city life, crowds and all. You see, I'm from a small town with about a thousand people, so not only was it really close but it was completely empty at night, almost like a cliche horror movie scene."

"Though, I can tell you that I hate the subway. Luckily I don't ever really need to use it." and at this, my hand left his own.

 

[cliss]

Her hands being placed upon mine gave me the information I needed to know. She was trying to get a rise out of me. Either that or she was unreasonably comfortable with me after out very brief exchange. I thought momentarily about calling her on it. But knowledge is power, and in this case knowing what she was trying to do would make everything a little more fun.

"Liking the crowds and the hustle is necessary to enjoy living here I think," I shrugged, "so it's good that you like that otherwise it would be a long undergrad experience." I continued on to her dislike, "And the subway, it does seem to be hated by all. I actually don't mind it, a lot of it is just people trying to be seen. As strange as that is underground."

As her hand left mine I smiled at her, "So, now it's your turn. What is your get to know the other person question?"Her hands being placed upon mine gave me the information I needed to know. She was trying to get a rise out of me. Either that or she was unreasonably comfortable with me after out very brief exchange. I thought momentarily about calling her on it. But knowledge is power, and in this case knowing what she was trying to do would make everything a little more fun.

"Liking the crowds and the hustle is necessary to enjoy living here I think," I shrugged, "so it's good that you like that otherwise it would be a long undergrad experience." I continued on to her dislike, "And the subway, it does seem to be hated by all. I actually don't mind it, a lot of it is just people trying to be seen. As strange as that is underground."

As her hand left mine I smiled at her, "So, now it's your turn. What is your get to know the other person question? And when can I feel that soft hand on mine again?"

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

For a while, I didn't really know what to do. It seemed me that getting the attention of this man in particular was difficult. It wasn't that I enjoyed a challenge, per say, but rather felt that if I didn't I was a failure, somehow. Regardless, I listened to his words and tried not to make my emotions obvious. I found it particularly strange that he didn't hate the subway as much as I do, but each to their own, I guess.

"So, now it's your turn. What is your get to know the other person question? And when can I feel that soft hand on mine again?"

I chuckled and received my first real reaction from him. "Okay, okay." I say as my hand slid to his own. His hand seemed a bit more responsive to the touch, so I figured that it was a good sign. "Do you like to travel? It's a strange question, I know. But I figure that I can't possibly be the only one."

 

[cliss]

I raised my eyebrow, an involuntary response, as she placed her hand back into mine. We were, what, five exchanges into this conversation and already holding hands. This was just about the strangest coffee chat I'd ever had. Not that I was going to complain about it. Her hand was soft and warm in mine; it felt good despite the fact that she was likely just going for a reaction out of me.

"Not sure why that's a strange question. I love to travel. Going and seeing things, doing things. But for some reason, I love coming home more. But lucky for me, travelling gives me both," I chuckled and shrugged along with my answer.

"But, I have a more personal question for you," I prefaced my inquiry forebodingly, winking right before I asked it, "Do you often hold hands with random classmates after about a quarter of a latte? I think they might have support groups for that."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

I chuckled at his answer and replied "Sounds fair enough."

Though, I felt a light sting of rejection, I guess, as he teased me: "Do you often hold hands with random classmates after about a quarter of a latte? I think they might have support groups for that."

Embarrassed that my plans went so badly, I moved my hands away for the moment. "Oh I'm sorry, I guess that I'm just a touchy person. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." I said with a lukewarm chuckle before sipping down more of my latte. " I don't know, maybe I'll look for a support group after class." I then added in a joking manner, as I reflected onto what I was doing. I suppose then, that I couldn't have complete control over all men. Who figured?

 

[cliss]

I pouted as she moved her hands away, not the overly fake puppy pout, more just a disappointed frown, "Oh, I wasn't saying you had to stop. I was enjoying the contact. I was more just curious about your intentions." I took a sip of my coffee as she pulled her latte to her lips.

"I mean, if I did something like this," I reached across the table, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face to set it behind her ears, drawing my fingers lightly across her neck on my way back, "what would you think I was trying to do? You'd at the very least be curious, I'd imagine." I sighed, bracing myself for a little anger at my forwardness. I likely should have just played along with the original teasing, but after seeing so much of it in the past it was difficult to ignore.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

I was suddenly surprised by his own hand, which had become a bit more daring than my own - going over to my hair and trailing across my soft neck. "what would you think I was trying to do? You'd at the very least be curious, I'd imagine." he spoke, eying me curiously.

"Honestly? I would be." I responded, deciding to tease him back before finishing my latte. "A little playful attitude doesn't hurt though." I then added, playfully touching his hand before retracting my own.

 

[cliss]

Her hand reached out, touching mine again after she replied. Going along with her suggestion of a playful attitude, I finally relented, letting my eyes wander a bit. I took another sip of my rapidly diminishing black coffee and finally took in her body, from the torso up at least, from up close.

"I know you're well aware of how gorgeous you are," I finally said, "but I'm going to let you in on a little secret anyway... you are gorgeous." I raised my brown eyes to hers, "I'm all for being playful. It's just nice to know what the rules of the game are before things get too deep."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

I chuckled at his comment, especially as a more playful attitude seemed to surface. "I knew that you couldn't resist my charm forever." I said with a teasing tone, pretending as if I did not just see his eyes scanning over my body, before finishing his own coffee.

"I'm all for being playful. It's just nice to know what the rules of the game are before things get too deep."

"Things get too deep?" I asked curiously.

 

[cliss]

Frowning slightly at her question, I hadn't expected to be called on my metaphor, I answered, "Suppose, hypothetically of course, that we're playing a game that everyone knows, poker say, only one of the rules has been changed. It's only kind to tell all of the players that before betting occurs don't you think? Otherwise you'll have some very unhappy players."

I looked at her, not quite giving her time to respond before taking her hand in mine once more. This time I focused on the fingers, rubbing lightly where they met her palm, "Or flirting for example. If the traditional end game has been removed it would be nice to know before I put my money on the table." I curse myself, lightly, for not using that line in a place where I could leave a tip on the table right then.