See Emily Play

I'd like to describe something that happened many years ago at the start of my college career. Something I did. People will probably end up hating me when they hear about it, but I want to tell the story anyway. It's rather erotic in my opinion. I still think that, even now I'm older and more mature and wouldn't carry on the way I did back in those days.

Here we go:

***

I was just turned 19 when I went to university and excited about it. It's something I've been looking forward to for ages. Ok, I've had to give the kiss off to my hometown boyfriend Mark, but that wasn't so tough. I'd been cheating on him like a slut anyway. I was sex mad at that age. LOL.

On the first day the freshers are paired for accommodation and I get roomed up with a girl called Petra. She's a bit older than me, but she seems alright, and we draw a nice bedsit with kitchenette and bathroom. There's two double beds, same size therefore no need for arguments, and the bathroom is actually ok, although it's nothing on the palatial one I'm used to at my parent's place. I'd probably rather not be sharing a bedroom, sure, but I'm happy enough. Could have been a lot worse.

The first few days are great, a whirlwind of activity, most of it social. I meet tons of people. Some of the male students around the place are pretty hot and I've already got my eye on a couple of them. I think they might have their eye on me too!

Petra I don't spend that much time with even though she's my roommate, but we have a few 'getting to know you' chats and I find out that she's actually 23. She's starting college later than most people, basically because she's had to work and save up the money to do it. Taken her nearly 5 years. Amazing. No way could I have done that. If daddy wasn't paying for this (plus a nice allowance on top) I just wouldn't be here. Still, takes all sorts.

Thursday of the second week is the first time I find myself bored and at a loose end. Me and Petra are both dossing around in the room doing not very much, I'm painting my nails and she's on her bed reading a book.

Like I say, I'm bored, and on a whim I invite Petra to get the bus off campus and hit the town with me. She takes a little persuading, Petra is not what you'd call a party animal, but I really press the point, kinda bully her almost, and she ends up saying ok and so we get ready and we go for it.

***

We find this bar that has a cool vibe and I say to Petra to go get the drinks while I grab us a table. I spot a good one over by the wall, a small circular table with two stools, and I settle myself on the far side so I'm facing the main bar area.

Petra waddles back from getting our drinks, large glass of chardonnay each, and joins me. The way I've arranged things means she has to sit opposite me, facing the wall.

"Jesus, I thought you'd gotten lost or something," I say, a reference to the amount of time it's taken her to get served. Not as if the place is heaving. It's not even 8 o'clock yet.

"Sorry, Em," she says. "Couldn't seem to get anyone's attention."

"You need to try being a little louder, sweetie," I tell her.

Probably pointless me saying this. Petra is one of those kinda meek individuals you sometimes meet. She's clever and stuff, no doubt about that, but she's a bit short on self-confidence. Just the way she is. Perhaps it's because she's not pretty.

We chat for a while about nothing much, which is fine by me, I'm not in the mood for deep conversation, but before long Petra starts droning on again about her non-existent love life. Yawn. This is pretty tedious to listen to even if you haven't heard it before, as I have. Several times.

I'm not surprised my roommate has problems in this area. I said she wasn't pretty and that's being kind. Petra is short and seriously overweight and she has the sort of face that tends to be described in polite circles as 'plain'. But I keep that thought to myself, obviously, and I pretend to sympathize like usual when she harps on about this particular subject. Meanwhile I subtly check out the cute guy rating for the place we're in. LOL.

It's medium to high. There are quite a few.

"C'mon, fuck's sake, cheer up!" I tell her, eventually. I'm becoming a little irritated with Petra. I'm out for a good time tonight.

Petra says sorry but that it's just so depressing never getting anywhere with guys.

"Yeah, guess it must be," I sigh.

She's looking at me plaintively. "It's ok for you, Emily. You have to fight them off."

I smile and shake my head but what Petra has said happens to be true. Because let's screw any false modesty crap, I was at the front of the queue when the female attributes were being doled out. Think five six, pretty face, great hair, flawless complexion, fabulous figure, and you more or less have it. I'm hot.

And so, yes, I do get an awful lot of attention from the opposite sex. It's what tends to happen to girls like me.

When you're like Petra, on the other hand, I'm sure it's a different story. It must be pretty much impossible to attract a man. What about personality, I hear you say. Yeah, what about it. If you're a guy, sure, that can make a difference. But a girl who has zilch going on in the looks department, she's gonna struggle.

Cruel, yes, but it's how the world works. The pretty girls have all the fun. And to be 100% honest, being one myself, I'm glad it does work like that.

I mean, I get men falling for me left right and centre and I absolutely love it!

I gaze at Petra. She's made an effort tonight, with clothes and makeup and stuff, but somehow this only makes her basic lack of physical appeal kinda more obvious and sad. I've made less effort and look a million times more alluring. So unfair. LOL.

"You'll meet someone soon enough," I say to her, soothingly. The opposite of what I'm actually thinking.

"Will I?" she frowns.

"Yeah, sure you will."

"Doubt it."

"Who knows, we might even get lucky tonight!"

Petra's narrow mouth twitches. She takes a swig of her wine and gingerly twists around so that she can check out the scene.

I scout around the bar too (much easier for me because I'm facing the action) and things are pretty much as I expect. Plenty of looks from men are bleeding in our direction and the appreciation is exclusively for moi. The only looks aimed at the back of dumpy frumpy little Petra are derisory and sort of curious. People are probably wondering how on earth a girl like her gets to hang out with me. LOL.

Ok newsflash, so I'm a bit of a bitch, and yeah I'm getting off on the idea of people here thinking like that. Especially the guys. I like how Petra is no competition.

Better than that, I'm smugly aware that socializing with her is making me look even more slim and pretty and desirable tonight. And the reverse, of course. Petra must be painfully conscious of the contrast between us. She must be feeling spectacularly unattractive and inferior sat in a bar like this with me. Yeah, she must be. The thought gives me a bitchy little kick.

I confess that this rather appealing scenario did cross my mind when I suggested that we go out together this evening. LOL.

Thing is, I could have gone out on my own and had fun, sure I could, but that can appear kinda slutty. Much better to have Petra tagging along as my unappealing little stooge. That's why I put all the effort earlier into persuading her.

I fix her with a penetrating smirky grin. Petra tries returning it but it's forced. She's seen the way the men in here are looking at me.

"Yes, I'm feeling optimistic about this place," I go on. "Tons of nice looking guys in here! Don't tell me you haven't noticed."

"Dunno," she mumbles.

LOL. Should I keep playing with the poor thing?

Mmm, I think I will. It's rather fun.

"Especially with you in that fabulous dress!" I say.

Petra gives a tight smile. She does have a nice dress on but we both know she doesn't look remotely sexy in it.

Me on the other hand: stressed denim mini, bare legs, little cotton top, no bra, open sandals, pedicure, you get the picture. Pricktease. LOL.

"And your hair's looking good too," I tell her, giggling inwardly at what a blatant lie that is. OMG I'm such a bitch.

Petra shrugs and falls silent. She suspects I'm making fun of her but she can't get all upset at me without coming across like a grumpy humourless cow.

I resist the urge to continue patronizing the poor girl. I'm thoroughly enjoying dishing out the sly mockery but I don't want to overdo it. She is my roommate.

Plus I don't want her running out on me. That would kinda defeat the object.

I survey the surroundings again, at my leisure this time, and assess how many men are giving me the eye. It's well into double digits. Yeah, I'm generating a heap of palpable male excitement in this place. So what's new. LOL.

I take a few moments to just luxuriate in the effect I'm having. Bask in the adoration. As usual I'm experiencing a satisfying surge of power being the object of such desire.

And as usual I want to use and abuse it.

So I decide to fool around a little.

I resume chatting in desultory fashion to stooge Petra but at the same time I start playing the temptress for the guys that are watching me.

I flick my eyes around the bar, make with the sultry pout, tossing of hair, licking of lips, suggestive stroking of my wine glass, all that sort of stuff.

I shift my stool a little, angle myself away from the table, and make an erotic production of crossing and re-crossing my legs in my short skirt, tantalizing all the men in eye-shot with lots of silky thigh, and then I slowly loosen a sandal and dangle it enticingly on my toes.

When I get animated (which I make sure to do from time to time) the skimpy top I'm wearing struggles to contain my full firm breasts. It has these spaghetti straps which keep sliding down my shoulders, causing things to get a bit loose up there and some careless peek-a-boo with my jugs. No nipple (hey I'm not a tart!) but it comes pretty close to that sometimes. I pull the straps back up periodically, course I do, but not in a hurry. LOL.

Couple of times I'm really bad and do a prolonged and leisurely arm stretch in my seat, hands behind and above my head. This means two things. Tits straining hard against thin cotton, and sexy bare belly revealed as bottom edge of top rises up. I know the effect this position will be having on the male members of the audience and I make sure to hold it for several seconds.

Yep, I'm very much preening for the boys.

I keep glancing around the place to check on reaction to my teasing and OMG it's a scream. Guys are mesmerized. Tongues are hanging out. The saddo middle-aged geezer sat on his own nearby is almost salivating. LOL!

(Have to admit I used to love tormenting these desperate older types. Men like that are the perfect victims to tease. It drives them fucking insane when you do it. And that's not even the best part. The best part is how you know, you just know, that the sight of you in your short clingy dress, or your crop top and sprayed on jeans, or whatever incendiary little outfit you happen to be wearing that day, will stay fresh in their fucked up heads and still be torturing them for a long long time afterwards. LOL.)

Like I say, I have Petra facing the wall, but she's craned around a few times as we've been chatting and she's aware that lots of men are lusting on me. Knows I've been encouraging it too. She couldn't fail to.

God, I bet she's so wishing she were me right now. The poor girl is feeling very insecure and jealous I can tell.

She's also sitting there with an empty glass having rather gulped her wine. I still have quite a bit of mine left when she finishes.

I sense her willing me to get a move on so that we can maybe call it a night.

I don't though. When I realize Petra is desperate for me to speed up I deliberately do the opposite. I start taking ages between sips and the sips are so tiny that the level in my glass barely moves each time. I really make it last.

Petra is looking more and miserable. I pretend not to notice her growing discomfort but the truth is I'm enjoying it immensely. LOL.

There's a pair of cute young guys drinking at the bar who are ogling me big time. Because they are so cute I've been awarding them some welcoming eye contact from time to time and I turn up the dial on that now. I start really playing the flirty glances with these boys.

Thing is, I want to stoke them up. An idea is forming and I want these two hunks doing more than just ogling. I want them thinking of possibilities.

It works a dream. They're discussing me in earnest now, it's obvious.

OMG it's easy peasy this game. Probably why I'm always playing it!

It's easy for me anyway.

Because, jesus, I'd hate to be ugly. Dressing in hot outfits, being a massive cocktease, getting guys all horned up and acting like total idiots, is such a fun thing for a girl. But you have to be pretty and sexy like me, otherwise you simply cannot do it. Ugly girls are excluded, same as they are from all the fun. Same as they are even from routine stuff like just getting themselves a boyfriend. Yeah, must be a total bummer. LOL.

Speaking of ugly girls, Petra is looking relieved because I've finally finished my wine.

So funny.

That idea I've just had, I decide I am gonna do it. Perta has kinda been pissing me off lately. I feel like screwing her around and tonight is a great opportunity. It's simply too good a chance to miss.

"Let's have another!" I announce, giving zero room for dissent.

I love how her face crumples for a second. That relief didn't last long. LOL.

"Um, ok," Petra mutters.

Talk about glum!

Ok, so how much glummer will she be if I was to get seriously hit on here by a couple of good looking boys, if she has to sit there like a lemon while these boys kinda fight over me, winner gets my number at the end of the night?

Or maybe he gets a little bit more than my number. LOL.

I beam across at the two hunks by the bar. Yeah, they definitely fit the bill!

"I'll do the honours," I say, picking up our glasses. "Same again?"

"Guess so."

Jesus, could she sound any less enthusiastic. The girl clearly wants go home.

But she can't reasonably do that, can she? Not after just one drink. Not now we've come all the way into town.

Nope, sorry, I'm afraid the poor thing is pretty much stuck with this.

***

I get up and saunter off towards the bar, pleasantly conscious of the sexually charged stares from my legion of fans. I put a little extra sway in my hips for their benefit.

There's some whistling from a group of half-cut and leery guys as I pass their table. I grin and give them the finger and I can feel their eyes burning into my swinging ass as I walk away. Dream on suckers! LOL.

I enjoyed that (fucking loved it actually!) but the best thing as far as I'm concerned is what's happening with the two hunks propping up the bar. They can't take their eyes off me!

I make a beeline to a spot right next to them and I fish around in my bag for some money.

"Hey, sweetheart, how about we buy?"

Bingo.

My handsome young admirers are looking eagerly at me.

I act surprised and delighted. Or rather the surprise is an act. The delight is genuine, both of them look even more yummy close up!

"Now why would you do that?" I giggle.

"Why do you think, gorgeous?" grins one of them.

"Well I really don't know," I reply, in a flirty way that makes it clear that I totally do.

"Paul," he says, offering a hand.

"Hi Paul. I'm Emily."

"And I'm Danny," says the other guy, getting in on the act.

"Hi there Danny."

A barman appears at this point and I order our chardonnay. I seem to be getting served ahead of a few people who were already waiting. Wonder why. LOL.

The barman attempts some eager beaver chat and feasts his eyes on the upper slopes of my large perky tits as he's pouring. Paul cuts him off (oooo my hero!) and adds two beers to the order and he gets his wallet out and pays.

"Thank you, kind sir!" I say, pouting prettily.

"My pleasure, Emily," Paul says, tucking his wallet back in his hip pocket.

"Gorgeous girl like you shouldn't be buying her own drinks," chips in Danny, wolfish grin.

"Ha ha ha. I usually don't."

Which is true. Buying my own drinks, buying my own anything, when guys are around is not something I believe in.

"I just bet you don't," goes Danny, all suave.

"You are a total babe, Emily, sweetheart."

That was Paul. He's not going to be outdone.

It's all music to my ears. I hear this sort of stuff a lot, naturally, but it doesn't mean I get tired of it. LOL.

I reward the boys with a deeply suggestive giggle.

"But you know that, honey, don't you?" smarms Danny.

"Do I?"

"I think you do."

"So, are these your best lines? Or do have some even better ones?"

"How about you get to find out, sweetheart?" says Paul.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. What say me and Danny come and join you and that friend of yours over there?"

It's like I've written a script!

I glance back to our table, curious to see if Petra is watching me and the boys get acquainted. She is. LOL. I smile and wave but she flips around quickly and pretends to be absorbed in her fascinating view of the wall.

"I'd better check with her first," I tell the boys.

"Sure, gorgeous."

"Give me a couple of minutes."

"You bet!"

I grin knowingly and walk off to rejoin Petra with our drinks.

"Guess what!" I say, soon as I've sat down.

"Those guys?" says Petra. She sounds anxious. LOL.

"Yeah, those guys. Those very cute guys. Looks like we've pulled! They wanna join us!"

"Um, I dunno, Emily. I -"

"Aw, c'mom, Petra. They've bought our drinks. Can hardly say no, can we?"

"Well -"

"It'll be fun!"

"Guess so."

"It will! Hey and you were complaining about never meeting any guys. Well here we go, right?"

"Yeah, sure. Right."

I look across at Danny and Paul who are watching keenly. Paul raises his eyebrows. I smile and waggle a finger, beckoning them over like a pair of puppies. They just about trip over themselves to cover the ground and join us. LOL.

The boys pull a couple of stools from the table that mister saddo salivator is occupying (bet he wishes he were joining us, LOL!) and they sit down with me and Petra. I make the introductions and we get talking around the small table.

It doesn't go quite as I was expecting. The guys have clearly managed to negotiate the 'pretty girl with ugly friend' question upfront and Danny has been designated to handle Petra. Meanwhile Paul gets a free run at me. Not sure how they sorted it but they have. Maybe they tossed a coin and Danny lost. LOL.

Whatever, I'm totally cool about it. I know what the score is here. I know that they both fancy me something rotten.

So we're sat there, me flirting heavily with Paul, Danny giving Petra the charm offensive, and we've arranged ourselves to make that easier. Me and Paul are sat very close together and so are the other two. With such a small table, though, we're actually all quite near to each other, not like split off into unconnected couples. It's the four of us hanging out, is what I'm trying to say. It's all quite intimate.

It's amusing observing Petra. She's a bit shy and tongue-tied at first (don't think she can believe her luck that this hunk of a guy Danny seems interested in her) but she's soon relaxing into it and having a whale of a time.

It's also amusing observing Danny. He's doing a great job with Petra but, as I say, it's an intimate table, and he has a very nice view of most of moi from where he's sitting. He can see plenty of my sexily crossed legs, for example, and the poor boy is struggling manfully not to get too distracted by them. He's noticing my big juicy melons too. How could he not? Like I said before, they're not exactly hiding away in the flimsy top I'm almost wearing. LOL.