Lessons in the Teasing
I shifted uneasily in the chair, my gaze nervously flicking around, though the room felt impossibly small now. Lucy leaned over the desk, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from her body.
Her skirt rode up slightly as she perched herself, just enough for me to notice the curve of her inner thighs, a teasing strip of patterned fabric hinting at her panties beneath. She knew I saw it she knew.
"Kael," she murmured, voice low, sultry, "you need to play it cool. Learn the game."
I choked on a breath, my pulse skyrocketing.
"The… game?" I asked, fumbling with my hands.
She tilted her head, lips curving in that mischievous smile that made my mind spin.
"Yes, the game of… wooing."
I froze, trying to process what she meant. The warmth, the scent, the teasing curve of her body everything felt like it was pressing down on me.
"You cling like you did with Mia, remember that?" she whispered, leaning just slightly closer, her leg brushing mine ever so slightly. "But… this time, you have to do it right. Make it subtle, Kael. Gentle… playful… convincing."
I swallowed hard, my mind racing. "Wow… I… I can't believe you… you're a lover, too?" I muttered, partly joking, partly mesmerized by the scene before me.
She laughed softly, a melodic sound that sent shivers down my spine.
"Maybe I am. Maybe I just want to see if you can handle it. Can you?"
I could barely answer. Every nerve ending in my body screamed both temptation and caution. She leaned just a little closer, her inner thighs brushing subtly against the edge of the chair, skirt swinging slightly with the motion. The striped design of her side fabric caught the light, teasing the hints of fabric beneath.
"Just… try to woo me," she breathed. "See if you can keep your head while the rest of you melts."
I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. My hands fidgeted on the desk as I tried to think of anything to say, anything to do, but all I could feel was the tension the erotic, intoxicating pull she had over me.
"You're… wow," I muttered, voice hoarse, "I… I've never… been this…"
"Flustered?" she whispered, a teasing lilt to her voice. "Good. That's the first step. Let yourself feel it… just a little. Don't panic. Learn to handle it."
Her gaze locked on mine, glittering with amusement, and I realized just how much control she had not forceful, but simply by existing in the same space, moving just slightly, teasing just enough, whispering just softly. My mind raced with images, comparisons to Mia, and the new, confusing pull toward Lucy.
"You're learning fast, Kael," she said softly, leaning back just slightly, giving me a breath of space but not enough. "But don't get cocky. There's more to this than just looking. It's about reading me… feeling me… responding without losing yourself."
I nodded, barely aware of the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the teasing brush of her thigh, the intoxicating sway of her skirt, the teasing strip across her side.
"Play it cool… and remember what you're here to learn," she whispered, leaning forward again, close enough that my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
And just like that, I knew… the slow, simmering tension wasn't about force it was a test. A playful, erotic, nerve-wracking, impossible test that I wasn't sure I was ready for… but couldn't look away from.
.....
I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my pounding heart. Lucy's presence was overwhelming her subtle sway, the teasing strip of her skirt, the warmth of her body just inches from mine. But somewhere deep in my mind, a memory sparked: Selira's training steps.
Step one: observe without panicking.
Step two: subtle touch, gauge the reaction.
Step three: lean, play the closeness, but maintain control.
I swallowed, nodding to myself. If this works… maybe I can actually learn this. And then… Aimee… I'll be ready.
Lucy's eyes caught mine again, sparkling with amusement. "Go on," she whispered, almost teasing. "Show me what you've learned."
I shifted closer, careful not to invade too much space at first, letting my fingers brush hers ever so slightly as I reached for a pen. My heart hammered as I tried to keep my breathing steady.
Her lips curved into a teasing smile. "Mmm… careful, Kael. I feel that," she murmured, a playful tease that sent shivers down my spine.
Encouraged by the subtle acknowledgment, I tried the next step leaning slightly closer, letting my shoulder brush hers. My palm grazed the side of her wrist ever so lightly, remembering Selira's advice: measure, don't overwhelm.
Lucy let out a soft, approving hum, leaning slightly into the touch. "Better… but don't forget… confidence. You can't just fumble and hope it works."
I nodded, trying to focus, trying to keep my panic and lust in check. My mind flashed again to Selira's training the delicate balance between closeness and control, teasing and restraint. I can do this, I thought, my pulse racing. I'll just… follow the steps.
I adjusted my stance, letting my arm rest lightly near hers on the desk. The air between us was electric my fingers tracing a deliberate, gentle path along the edge of the table that brushed her side lightly. The faint scent of her perfume mixed with the warmth radiating from her body, and I felt a flush spread across my chest.
"You're… trying," she murmured, her voice low, sultry. "I can feel it. I like that."
Her words gave me courage. Slowly, carefully, I implemented the next step: a gentle, one-sided lean, letting my chest brush against the curve of her arm ever so subtly. My hand hovered near hers, teasing the edge of her sleeve.
Lucy tilted her head, her glasses slipping slightly, exposing the glimmer in her eyes. "Mmm… careful, Kael," she said with a soft laugh, "you're learning faster than I thought. But don't get cocky this is only the beginning."
I felt a flush of pride and nervous excitement. If this works… I'll come back for the next steps, I thought, determination surging. Then maybe… I can finally approach Aimee with confidence.
Lucy's lips curved knowingly, as if she could read my thoughts. "You're thinking about her," she said softly. "But remember… focus here first. This… is your training ground."
I nodded, letting my pulse slow slightly, though every nerve in my body felt alive. Every glance, every subtle shift of her hips, every teasing brush of her hair was teaching me control, patience… and a simmering, intoxicating awareness.
By the time I leaned back just slightly, testing the effect of a small, playful touch along her arm, I realized… it had worked. Lucy had leaned in, eyes sparkling with amusement and approval, letting me feel that strange mix of nervousness, erotic tension, and triumph.
I exhaled, a quiet laugh escaping me. If I can master this… I thought, heart racing, Aimee will finally be within reach. I just need more lessons… more practice… more courage.
And in that suspended, charged moment, I understood the delicate dance Lucy had set in motion: teasing, testing, teaching… and I was trapped in it willingly, desperate to learn, desperate to master this strange, erotic, and intoxicating game.
.....
Lucy leaned just enough that her skirt slipped higher, her thighs catching the dim light. Her voice was low, teasing, almost a whisper that played at the edge of my control.
"You're warming up fast, Kael," she murmured, eyes glinting behind her slipping glasses. "Careful, or I might believe you're actually a natural."
I swallowed hard, my chest pounding. Selira's first step control. Second step—lean close, but don't give yourself away too quick. I could almost hear her voice in my head. My fingers brushed Lucy's wrist again, more deliberate this time.
Lucy smirked. "Mmm… bolder. Not bad."
A nervous laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it. My eyes darted to the desk, to her skirt, then back to her lips. My body was fire and my mind was screaming at me to keep it together.
That's when it happened.
From behind the half-cracked office door, I thought I caught a sound like a stifled breath. My focus wavered. Lucy didn't notice, too busy leaning closer, her voice brushing heat against my ear.
"Imagine this," she whispered, "you walk up to her… Aimee. You lean in like this. Say nothing. Just let the closeness do the talking."
My throat tightened, her words striking too deep. I parted my lips to respond, voice unsteady but trying: "Y-Yeah… like this…?"
But the moment the words left my mouth, a shadow shifted at the door.
A figure.
Someone was there listening.
The faint outline of long hair, the slender shape of a girl leaning too close, frozen just outside. She hadn't moved, hadn't knocked. She was eavesdropping.
Lucy didn't see her, but my gut twisted with panic. Whoever it was had just heard my voice low, tense, caught in this strange mix of lust and lessons.
The door clicked faintly as the figure shifted, and my heart nearly stopped.
Lucy tilted her head, noticing my sudden stiffness. "Hmm? What's wrong? You just froze."
I forced a laugh, too loud, too shaky. "N-Nothing. Just… thought I heard something."
But I knew.
There was someone out there.
Someone who had just heard enough to be suspicious.
.....
The room had gone too quiet.
Somewhere beyond the door, a faint shuffle a shoe scuff, a shift of weight. Someone was there. Listening.
My chest locked. Heat rushed to my ears, and for a moment I couldn't breathe.
Lucy tilted her head, studying me with a sly little smile. "Why'd you freeze up, lover boy? You hear ghosts?"
Her voice was low, teasing, like she knew she had me cornered. And maybe she did.
I tried to swallow it down, to play it cool, but my palms were damp. Whoever was outside classmate, lecturer, or worse they'd definitely caught at least my voice.
Lucy didn't give me room to think. She leaned closer, so close her perfume washed over me, and pressed herself lightly against me. Her blouse stretched, soft curves grazing my chest, her breath warm at my neck.
"I think," she whispered, drawing out the words like velvet, "you'll get better in no time if you keep practicing."
Her hand brushed my arm just enough to make my muscles tense. My throat worked around a dry laugh, but nothing came out.
Lucy giggled at my silence, wickedly pleased. She tipped forward just enough for her breasts to press firmer against me, her skirt riding a fraction higher as she shifted one knee against the desk.
The scuff outside faded gone now, or maybe lingering. I didn't know. My body was too aware of hers.
She smirked, lips grazing dangerously close to my ear. "Catch up sooner, Kael," she whispered, words a hot stutter against my skin. "Or someone else will steal the first prize."
Her smile lingered, glinting in her glasses as the tension snapped.
And then, like smoke, the moment faded.
.....
I couldn't breathe right when I stepped out of the lecturer's office.
My collar clung tight, my shirt sticking to my back. The hallway outside felt cooler, emptier, but not enough to shake off the storm boiling in my chest.
Behind me, Lucy lingered at the doorway. Arms folded, one hip cocked, smirk curling her lips like she'd just stolen a piece of me I didn't even know I'd given.
Her glasses tilted low on her nose, and in that half-lidded glance she threw at me, I could almost hear her say without words: You'll come back.
I didn't. Not right away.
My steps hit the tiled corridor sharp and uneven, my mind still stuck on the warmth of her body pressed into mine. The way her whisper had felt inside my skin. The way my voice my stupid voice had carried into the air loud enough for someone to hear.
Because there was someone. I'd felt it.
And I wasn't wrong.
At the far end of the hall, Selira moved like a shadow pulled into light, quiet and composed. She was already turning the corner, but not before I caught the swing of her skirt, the way her ponytail bounced as though she was carrying something too big inside to keep still.
She hadn't looked back. Not once. But there was a rhythm in her steps too eager, too… excited.
My chest burned.
Did she hear me?
Did she see something?
I stopped walking, just for a second, frozen in the middle of the corridor. My friends would laugh themselves sick if they knew how twisted up I was over this.
Lucy still in my head.
Aimee in my chest.
And now… Selira, carrying a secret smile into the night.
I pressed my hand into my pocket hard, like it would hold me together. But it didn't.
Not when all I could think about was: She'll be there tomorrow. And if she knows… she won't keep quiet for long.