"God damn it, Melanie, would you knock that shit off, please?" Rob muttered, glowering angrily. "I gotta big test tomorrow, and you know I can't fucking concentrate with you flashing me every ten minutes."
Melanie giggled vixenishly and shut her thighs under her long, flowing cotton dress. A few minutes earlier she'd "innocently" raised her bare feet to the coffee table in front of the sofa where she sat. Both of them knew full well that she'd done it so he could see up her dress as he sat across the living room-up her long tapering legs...
"I was just teasing," Melanie said softly.
"Yeah, sure you were," Rob replied sarcastically. He was a tall, slender college freshman, with a shock of unruly black hair and a boyish grin that was usually quite friendly. But for some reason, Melanie's teasing seemed to irritate him a great deal.
"Honestly, Rob. I didn't mean anything by it."
"Sure," Rob grunted. "I just wish you knew how pretty you were. Maybe if you had some idea, you'd realize that sooner or later some guy is going to take you up on one of your offers. Even me. So knock it off, huh?"
Melanie smiled and pretended to return her attention to her biology homework. But she didn't want to knock it off, and she had a very good idea of her physical attributes. Rob didn't know it yet, but she didn't plan to go to bed that night without having him having her.
When babysitter, Melanie, espies her hosts partaking in a spot of rampant rutting, her curiosity and lust threaten to overwhelm. Watching them was more erotic than watching the naughty movies she had found in the sitting room, and enjoyed while spread out on the couch. But when the household husband catches her in throes of self-gratifying abandon, Mr. Ramton takes it upon himself to seduce then eighteen-year-old into all manner of lasciviousness. But what will transpire the following day when Melanie brings her college friend over to visit while Mr. Ramton's wife is away? What will the three of them get up?
