Summer Teasing by wallcleaner
Indulge in the sultry allure of 'Summer Teasing,' an erotic sex story that captures the thrill of passion and desire under the sun. Explore steamy encounters, tantalizing flirtations, and unforgettable summer moments that ignite the senses. Dive into this captivating tale and let your fantasies come alive!<br/>
“Olivia, we’re home!” I heard my twin brother Paul yell after walking through the front door of our house.
I heard some rustling and suitcases rolling in while I did yoga in our living room. Paul left earlier to pick up his best friend from the airport who was coming here to stay with us for a few days during the summer. We all grew up together since we were kids, but he moved away at the end of high school. They kept their friendship close, and he invited him to stay with us now that summer break just started after our first year at Wheaton College. Our parents were off on a cruise vacation, so it was the perfect time to hang out. Getting out of the pose I was holding, I got up and walked over to the entrance.
“Hey, Paul and hi….Vic?” I said in a confused tone after walking over to meet them.
His full name was Victor, but we always called him Vic. He had his back towards me but his silhouette looked way different than I remembered. He finally turned around and my jaw practically dropped. Holy shit, he looked completely different from the last time I saw him! The guy in front of me was a hot, muscular stud, not some slightly pudgy goofball. Gone was his scrappy unkempt hair and patchy beard. Instead, his hair was short, styled, and his face was smooth and extremely handsome. How…when did this happen?
“Hey Olivia, it’s so good to see you again!” he said as he walked over before giving me a big hug and squishing me into his muscular body.
Releasing the hug, he took a step back and after looking me up and down, he said, “Looking hot as ever.”
I felt my face heat up and felt that ever-familiar rush of excitement when someone ogled my body. I knew how I was dressed, and I couldn’t blame him for checking me out. Since I was doing yoga, I had on a tight, form-fitting tank top that wonderfully highlighted my large, D-cup breasts. The top was slightly cropped too, giving a small peak at my toned stomach. Naturally, I was wearing yoga pants too and they stuck to my lower body like a second skin. My nicely sculpted legs were wonderfully accentuated and if I turned around, my firm butt would leave little to the imagination.
There were more modest outfits I could have worn while doing yoga, but I wore this because I knew Vic was coming over and I loved to tease him. When we were in high school together, I knew how much he ogled my body and I loved the attention. I couldn’t help but wear revealing outfits whenever he was around and the lustful stares always gave me a rush of excitement, even if I wasn’t attracted to him. I always felt safe doing it too because I knew he was too timid or too much of a goofball to ever do anything about it.
When I went to college, I realized that I enjoyed teasing more than just him. Whenever I wore something even a tiny bit revealing, the stares I got from random guys on campus gave me just as big of a rush as I got from Vic. I loved the attention so much that flirting and teasing became a sort of personality trait of mine. I started to flirt with every attractive guy I saw and I always made sure to show off the right amount of my body to get their attention. One of my secret weapons was my naturally bronze and flawless skin from my Hispanic heritage that drove guys wild, especially white guys.
Every instinct told me to tease him further, especially after his last comment. However, this brand-new Vic had me completely confused. The more I looked up at him, the more aroused I started to feel. I wasn’t short at 5’5″, but he towered over me and I felt so small in comparison. Was he always this tall? He had to be at least 6 feet if not more. The arousal startled me because I never felt attracted to him before. Part of me wanted to feel frustrated for being attracted to him, but at the same time, how could I not? Any girl would be obsessed with a guy as handsome and muscular as he was.
I realized that the tables were now turned. He was usually the one ogling me, but now I couldn’t help but ogle him. His chest powerfully pushed out his form-fitting shirt and his pecs looked tantalizingly hard. My eyes lowered to his narrow waist, I could only imagine what kind of six-pack he had underneath. Soon my eyes roamed to his arms and I gulped at how strong they looked. They perilously stretched the short sleeves of his shirt and even with his arms resting at his side, his biceps bulged out and looked perfectly sculpted. Never in a million years could I have believed he could look like this.
Realizing that I might be staring too much, I looked away, crossed my arms in defiance, and said nonchalantly, “How was your flight in?”
“It was long and kinda rocky, but now that I’m here, it’s so worth it,” he said with a charming smile that I caught out of the corner of my eye.
I felt my face blush slightly and I immediately got angry with myself. What the hell was wrong with me? I was supposed to be the one teasing him, not the other way around! It was clear that he was flirting with me, but my twin brother seemed perfectly oblivious to it all. Back in high school, Vic hit on me all the time, but my brother never seemed to care. Maybe it was because he knew that he never had a chance with me. Either way, his comments didn’t seem to phase Paul at all.
“Why don’t we go up the stairs and I’ll show you the spare room we converted to a guest bedroom,” my brother said as he walked by me, dragging a suitcase with him.
“Yeah, sounds good bro,” Vic said and started to follow him, his suitcase in tow.
I stood off to the side so he could pass by, but he stopped right next to me while my brother started to go up the stairs and whispered to me, “I can’t wait to see that fine ass body of yours in more sexy ass clothes.”
My eyes widened in shock and I glared up at him. What the hell did he just say to me? I was so stunned and startled that I didn’t even know how to respond. All I could do was scoff at him before I saw him wink at me and walk away, following my brother. Wait, wait, did that really just happen? I wasn’t imagining things, was I? He was never, ever confident enough to say anything like that to me before. He never had an aggressive personality like that and was usually too shy to even talk to girls. How was he so different after just one year away at college?
Still flustered, I followed both of them up the stairs. They walked into the newly converted guest bedroom and I stood by the doorframe. As they moved the suitcases around, my eyes were glued to my brother’s best friend. His arm muscles bulged as he easily moved the suitcase around and I started to wonder if he could move around my body as easily as that suitcase. Shaking my head, I immediately banished those thoughts. God, what was wrong with me? I suddenly realized I was biting my lip softly and reprimanded myself again. Get ahold of yourself, Olivia!
“Ok, that’s that then. I’ll give you some time to settle in and then we’ll figure out something to do before we hang out with the rest of the guys later tonight, alright?” I heard my brother say.