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If you aren't 18, or 21 if you live in a backwards
place, then go away : )

This story is copyrighted by the writer formerly known
as Maria Gonzales, AKA M-Go. Copyright 2001. Send me an
E-mail at Maria1971@aol.com and/or visit my web site
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MariaGonzales/www

Certified
By Maria Gonzales

Copyright 2000 - All Rights Reserved. Any use of this 
work without the author's written permission is 
strictly forbidden.

"Excuse me," I said to the bored looking teenage girl 
behind the counter, "but do you have any more of the 
new Playstations?"

"I don't think so, but if we did, they'd be in aisle 
four in the display case," she answered as she loudly 
popped her gum.

I thanked her and walked down the aisle of the seventh 
toy store of the day. I desperately needed to find the 
new game console to make my son's Christmas a happy 
one. After the sixth toy store, I gave up hope of 
finding one, then returned home and put on a slinky 
black dress for the company Christmas party. There was 
an incredibly cute new guy working in accounting; to 
top it off he actually wasn't scared off when he found 
out I had a seven-year-old son, and I hoped to impress 
him by wearing the slinkiest dress I dared to wear to a 
company party. On the drive to the party, I passed an 
open toy store and hoping against hope, I decided to 
check it out, maybe by some miracle they would have the 
game console.

I had promised my son that I would get him a 
Playstation 2 for Christmas, stupidly forgetting how 
fast the hot toy of the year always disappeared from 
shelves every year. This was the first place that 
didn't flat out tell me that they didn't have any left, 
or as in the case of the last store I was in, burst out 
laughing at the mere mention of the possibility of the 
new Playstation being in stock.

I walked to aisle four, passing shelves of board games, 
sporting goods and Nintendo gear. I turned up the 
aisle, stopping at a glass case containing a non-
working demo model of the Playstation . Under the case 
sat one lone Playstation 2 box. Could I have lucked 
out? Did I find the last one? Would my son have a merry 
Christmas with his most desired toy?

I smiled broadly as I bent over to pick up the box. As 
I did, a man swooped in front of me, snatching the box 
an instant before I could grab it. He smiled warmly at 
me as he placed the box in his shopping cart. My mouth 
dropped as I watched him walk down the aisle, happily 
pushing the shopping cart containing the one and only 
remaining Playstation in probably the entire country, 
the Playstation that I had promised my son.

I  caught up to him and without even thinking I said, 
"Excuse me." I didn't have any idea what I thought I 
could accomplish by asking this guy to hand over the 
console, or even what I was going to say to him, but I 
desperately wanted to make sure my son had a happy 
Christmas

He turned, running his eyes up and down my body, 
pausing momentarily at my chest, staring at the 
cleavage pouring out the top of the dress. "Yes?" he 
asked.

"This might sound really crazy, but I was wondering if 
you would be nice enough to let me buy the Playstation 
. My seven year old is dying for one, and I promised he 
would find one under the Christmas tree. I've been to 
dozens of stores and that's the first one I've found."

He frowned at me, looked at the box in the shopping 
cart, then back at me, his gaze focused momentarily on 
my bare thighs sticking out from under the short dress. 
As his gaze moved higher, returning to my chest, then 
to my eyes, he smiled softly and answered, "Sorry. I 
would, but my son told me if Santa didn't leave one 
under our Christmas tree, he was going to kill me with 
an axe. I can't live... or die..." he added with a 
smirk, "with the guilt of knowing that I turned my son 
into an axe murderer. Sorry."

"An axe?" I asked with a smile.

"An axe," he answered. "Or maybe he said with an Uzi, 
either way, I want to live, so I really need to take 
this home. Come to think about it, I think he said that 
he was going to kill me with a light saber."

"That would be the best way to go, the light saber," I 
answered. "Quick and easy, no pain."

He laughed, glanced at my left hand and smiled. "I tell 
you what," he said. "If you let me take you out for 
dinner, I'll think about selling you the Playstation."

"Think about it?" I asked as I examined him. He was 
almost six feet tall with short brown hair, cute in a 
geeky, absent-minded sort of way. I looked at his hand, 
and noted the conspicuous absence of a wedding ring. "I 
don't even know your name."

"Steven Riley, you can call me Steve. And you are?"

"Evelyn."

"I'll think about it, Evelyn," he answered with a 
smile. "Once I get to know you better, I'll know if 
you're worth dying over."

I smiled and answered, "OK, tomorrow night."

"Can't be tomorrow, has to be tonight," he answered. "I 
have a company Christmas party tomorrow night."

"I always wear dresses like this when I go Christmas 
shopping." I said with a smirk as I glanced down at my 
dress. I giggled at the look on his face, looked at my 
watch and added, "I really need to get going, I'm 
supposed to be at my company Christmas party ten 
minutes ago."

"Looks like there are three options," he said. "I miss 
my Christmas party tomorrow and get sliced in half by a 
light saber; you miss your's tonight and your son gets 
a Playstation 2; or my son gets the Playstation 2 and I 
lose the chance to get to know a beautiful woman but 
get to live. I know which option I prefer."

I sighed as I glanced at the Playstation. With a small 
frown on my face, I answered, "Or you can let me buy 
the Playstation, we can go out some other night, and I 
can get to know a very attractive man that I know is 
also very kind and understanding." Buttering him up 
couldn't hurt. "And cute too,"

"Flattery will get you nowhere," he answered with a 
warm smile, "but it does earn you some Brownie points 
to be used at a later date. Here's my final offer; we 
go out to dinner now, then maybe a few drinks and some 
dancing, and you go home with the Playstation 2 for 
your son, while I face certain death at the hands of an 
enraged nine years old on Christmas day." I returned 
his smile and he continued, "But in return for my life, 
I get one favor tonight, anything I want at anytime I 
want."

I shook my head and answered, "How can I agree to that. 
What am I supposed to do if your favor is me sleeping 
with you. You seem nice, and Brandon really wants a 
Playstation, but I'm not willing to go that far to get 
it."

He laughed loudly and said, "No sex. Just one favor 
that can't last more than... oh... thirty seconds."

I batted my eyes as I looked into his, feeling my heart 
skip a beat. "If you tell me what the favor is now, and 
it's not that bad, then we have a deal."

"At any time during the night, when I tell you to, you 
have to pull your dress down and show me your... umm... 
your chest."

I laughed loudly and felt my face turn bright red. 
"What! No way, you can keep the Playstation. You're a 
pervert."

"It's just thirty seconds, and it won't cost you 
anything."

"Except for my self respect," I answered. "No way."

"You seem to forget that I'm dealing from the position 
of power here. I have something you want," he said as 
he tapped the box containing the Playstation.

I smiled coquettishly and answered, "and I seem to have 
something you want to see," I answered as I tapped my 
chest and glanced down at my boobs; my nipples had 
hardened and they formed tiny bumps in the front of the 
dress. Brandon really did want the Playstation, and I 
promised him that I would get it for him. It's not like 
I've never done anything like this before. Seven year 
olds don't really understand the idea of stores being 
out of certain things; if he didn't open his Christmas 
presents and find what he wanted, he would be angry 
with me, not at Sony or the toy stores. "Five seconds, 
and I get to do it when I want," I told him.

"Thirty seconds and I decide when and where or no 
deal," he answered trying not to stare at my breasts.

"Fifteen seconds, and I decide when and where," I 
parried.

He shook his head and frowned. "At least I won't be cut 
in half with a light saber." Steven turned and slowly 
pushed his cart down the aisle.

"Fifteen seconds and you decide when and where," I 
said. It was either compromise or deal with a 
disappointed son on Christmas Day.

Steven turned, cocked his head to one side and studied 
me. "Fifteen seconds, when I want..." I nodded my head 
and he continued, "and I get a sneak peak right now."

"Here?" I asked as I looked up and down the deserted 
aisle.

"Five seconds, "I count them off. "Ready?" he asked.

"Wait, no I'm not ready. You expect me to pull my dress 
down and show you my boobs here?"

Steven nodded his head and said, "Ready? Set. Go."

I looked around making sure that the ails was empty.. I 
pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders and held 
the dress up with my hands. "I can't do this," I said.

"We'll try one more time, then I have to get going. 
Ready. Set. Go."

I took a deep breath and pulled the dress down, 
exposing the tops of my breasts. As the tops of the 
areola peeked out, I pulled the dress up slightly and 
looked at him. He shook his head and said, "All the way 
down or no Playstation."

"All the way? How about if I do this?" I asked as I 
bent forward, my breasts nearly spilling out of the 
dress as I pressed them together, forming as much 
cleavage as I could.

"Nope, the dress has to go below your ribcage. Ready, 
set, go."

I sighed, glanced around and pulled the dress down 
slowly. My nipples popped out and I closed my eyes, 
pulling the dress past my breasts to just below my 
ribs.

"One..." Steven counted slowly. "Two..."

"Count faster," I said. I tried to imagine the look on 
his face as he stared at my exposed breasts, wondering 
if he wore a bemused look, a curious look or an excited 
look.

"Three..." he said even slower.

I opened my eyes just in time to see a teenage boy 
wearing a store uniform pass the end of the aisle. He 
looked down the corridor at me and with a double take, 
stopped, his eyes transfixed on my bared breasts. My 
face turned red, I turned away and I pulled my dress 
up.

"I didn't get to five," Steven complained.

I nodded my head down the aisle at the teenager staring 
at me, his mouth open wide in surprise and 
astonishment.

"So?" Steven said, "Let's start over. Ready, set, go."

"But..." I answered submissively.

Steven turned to the gawky teenager and asked, "Do you 
think she should have to do it again?" The kid stared 
blankly at me and slowly nodded his head. "See, he 
thinks you have to start over too." Steven added. 
"Ready, set go."

I had completely forgotten the reason I was exposing 
myself to Steven and the teenager, but the thrill of 
doing something forbidden raced through my mind, 
reminding me of when I was in college. I heard a voice 
say something at the end of the hall. Another teenage 
boy appeared and asked, "What's going on?"

The first teenager pointed toward me and said, "She's 
going to pull her dress down and show her tits."

"No way," the newcomer said as he looked at me 
expectingly.

"No, I'm not," I said loudly.

"OK, no Playstation," Steven answered as he turned 
around and pushed the shopping cart down the aisle.

"No! Wait," I yelled.

Steven stopped, turned around and pushed the cart 
toward me. "Last chance. Ready, set, go."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I lowered 
the dress. The material passed my breasts, displaying 
my chest to the three men as I a cold breeze hit my 
exposed breasts.

"One..." Steven counted slowly.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I said.

"Awesome," one of the teenagers said excitedly.

"You can keep counting," I calmly told Steven.

"Oh yeah, I forgot," he replied, "Two..."

Curiosity got the better of me; I opened my eyes and 
looked at Steven, wanting to see the expression on his 
face. His mouth was open slightly, and he smiled when 
he realized I was watching him.

"Three," he said slowly. "Push your arms together," he 
added.

"No," I answered.

Steven turned to the two teenagers and asked, "Nice 
view, huh?"

They nodded their heads slowly, staring at my exposed 
breasts. I giggled at the expressions on their faces, a 
mix of shock, amazement and lust. I bent forward and 
pressed my breasts together with my arms. "Like this?" 
I asked Steven as the kids opened their mouths wider in 
amazement.

"Perfect," Steven answered. "Four..." I turned to the 
side and bent over further, reaching my hands toward 
the floor. My breasts swayed with my movements and I 
glanced at the two teenagers. Their expressions 
remained the same and I giggled loudly. I stood and 
pressed my breasts together again as Steven said, 
"Five."

I shook my chest and slowly pulled my dress back up, 
making a big show of making sure my boobs were covered 
and in the dress correctly. I pretended they weren't, 
lowered the dress, exposing my breasts to them again 
before I pulled the dress back up and placed the straps 
back on my shoulders.

"How about a quick look at your ass," Steven said with 
a wicked laugh.

"Yeah right," I answered. "I don't think so." I smiled 
sinfully and turned quickly, pulling the hem of my 
dress to my waist exposing my black lace panties to the 
three guys. I turned back to Steven, giggled and 
approached him. I looked lustfully into his eyes, 
pursed my lips together and closed my eyes. After a 
second, I re-opened my eyes and stifled a giggle as I 
looked at him. His eyes were shut and his lips were 
reaching toward mine. I grabbed the Playstation from 
his shopping cart and ran my hand along his crotch.

"Thanks," I said, "Brandon's going to love this."

Steven opened his eyes and smirked at me, saying, "You 
get it later. Hand it over."

"But..."

"That was the sneak peek. Remember."

I frowned as I handed it back to him.

"It's going to be worth it," Steven said as he placed 
the box back into his shopping cart.

"What's going to be worth it?" I asked..

"Your show. It was worth death by an enraged nine year 
old kid wielding a light sabre."

"You think?" I asked with a coquettish smile. "I'll 
meet you outside," I added, "I need to get a few more 
things before we go."

Steven nodded his head, "Outside, yeah, we can do 
that.".

I turned and left Steven, feeling his eyes on me as I 
moved away from him. I walked into the next aisle, 
searching for the Pok,mon stuff Brandon asked for and 
watched as the two teenagers peered at me from around 
the corner. I smiled to myself and reached for a 
stuffed Pikach  on the bottom shelf, bending my knees 
as I examined it, feeling my dress rise up my legs and 
exposing my bare thighs. After a few moments, I stood 
and looked at the top shelf, pretending to be 
interested in an even larger stuffed Pikach . I reached 
my arms over my head, my fingers barely touching the 
bottom of the toy.

I turned to the two teenagers, smiled coquettishly and 
asked, "Could one of you help me for a second?"

The two raced toward me, trying to reach me before the 
other one but trying not to show their hormonal 
enthusiasm. "What can I help you with?" the tall one 
asked as he stopped in front of me an instant before 
the other..

"I can't reach that big Pikach  on top," I said as I 
reached for it, feeling the hem of my dress raise just 
below by butt. "See."

The taller one stepped on the bottom shelf and pulled 
it down for me. "Here you go," he said as he handed it 
to me. I wrapped my arms around the stuffed toy and 
felt the kid's hands brush against my breast. His face 
turned bright red as I said, "Thanks."

I put the Pikach  into my shopping cart and walked away 
from them, exaggeratedly shaking my hips and wiggling 
my ass, knowing they were watching me. I paid for the 
Pikach  and left the store, turning and smiling 
coquettishly at the two teenagers as they watched me 
leave.

A black BMW approached me as I stepped out the exit. 
The window lowered and Stephen said, "Ready?"

"Here?"

"Set."

I calmly placed my hands on the straps of my dress.

"Not now, we'll do it later," Steven said.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I bent over and talked 
to him through the window.

"I was thinking of grabbing a bite to eat at The 
Commons, then Brandy's for a little dancing," he said, 
naming the fanciest restaurant in town and the new 
nightclub across the street from it.

"Sounds like a plan," I said, "but I don't think you're 
dressed for The Commons."

"I'm going to run home and change, it's on the way. You 
wanna ride with me or follow?" he asked.

"I'll meet you at The Commons," I replied.

"Cool, I'll only need a couple of minutes."

"I'll wait for you outside; I'll see you there." I said 
as I stood and walked to my car.

As I passed the front of his BMW, he yelled, "Ready, 
set... See you there."

I turned to him and smirked. I propped the stuffed 
Pikach  in the passenger seat and drove to The Commons. 
I fixed my makeup and straightened the necklace around 
my neck as I waited for him. As I freshened my 
lipstick, his BMW pulled into the parking lot and 
parked across from me. I watched him get out; he had 
changed into an expensive looking black three button 
suit with a dark gray shirt and iridescent silver tie.

I approached him and asked, "Trying to replace Regis 
Philbin?"

He looked down at his clothes and answered, "I did go a 
little too black, didn't I?"

"You look fine," I answered truthfully. "Between the 
two of us we have all the color of a black cat at 
midnight on a moonless night."

Steven laughed and answered, "Maybe sparks will fly and 
brighten things up."

I smiled at him and replied, "Maybe."

We entered the restaurant and waited for the maitre'd 
to show us to our table. Steven asked for a table in 
the corner, and the tuxedoed maitre'd chaperoned us to 
a darkened booth. Like a perfect gentleman, Steven 
pulled the chair out for me and pushed it toward the 
table as I sat.

I ordered a chardonay and Steven ordered a scotch on 
the rocks. As the server left, I leaned toward Steven 
and said, "You know, you don't look like a pervert."

"You never know," he answered with a smile. "You know, 
I was just joking, I never thought you'd seriously take 
me up on the offer and show me your..." he paused 
momentarily and continued. "If I would have known you 
were going to do it, I never would have offered, my son 
is going to be heartbroken on Christmas Day."

"So does that mean I don't have to do it again?" I 
asked hopefully.

"Of course you do," he said with a huge grin. "After 
all, I plan on keeping my end of the deal."

"I guess so," I answered. "Was it worth it?" I asked.

"Was what worth what?" he answered with a curious look 
on his face.

I pouted and said. "The view, did you like the view?"

"The best view I've ever seen," he answered. "Do you do 
stuff like that often?"

I sat back in my chair, giggled and answered, "I take 
the fifth."

"Oh... so you do. Now this is getting interesting. 
You've done this type of thing before."

I giggled again and answered, "It's been a while, but 
let's say that wasn't the first time and leave it at 
that."

"Wait... I want to hear more."

I blushed, sipped the wine and looked at him. "When I 
was in college, my best friend at the time and I, well, 
we used to... This is sort of embarrassing."

"But it's really interesting," he said.

I smirked and continued, "We used to go down to the 
train tracks and flash the commuter trains as they went 
by. And we used to go out on this little boat her 
parents owned and sunbathe topless on the river, next 
to a construction crew that was working on a bridge. We 
pretended like we didn't know they could see us, but I 
don't think we were very convincing."

"And you call me perverted?" he said with a laugh.

"I haven't done anything like that for a while though," 
I said ignoring his comment, "Not since Brandon was 
born and my boobs began to get all droopy."

"Droopy?" he said incredulously. "They looked fine to 
me, and they looked fine to those two kids too. You 
realize you've given them wet dream material for the 
rest of their lives."

"At least for the next few weeks," I answered with a 
giggle, remembering the expressions on their faces.

"No," Steven answered. "The rest of their lives. I 
remember when I was fifteen, and the first time I ever 
saw a naked breast besides my mom's. It belonged to my 
next door neighbor, she was in her late twenties and 
was a little chubby, but she had the biggest set of... 
well, you know what I mean, and one day as I was mowing 
her lawn, she stepped outside in just a robe, and the 
top of it opened up just a little, and her breast 
popped right out. Probably the greatest moment of my 
life, at least until I got laid for the first time," he 
said with a huge smile.

"Did she know you saw her?" I asked curiously.

"I've thought about that a lot, and at the time, I 
would have sworn that it was an accident, but now that 
I look back on it, I think she did it on purpose. After 
that happened, whenever I mowed her lawn, she always 
kept at least one button too many unbuttoned. I thought 
I was just getting a lucky peek, but now, I'm pretty 
sure that she wanted me to look."

"And of course you had to, didn't you?"

"Of course," he answered with a laugh. "I mean I was a 
teenage male, full of hormones and these..." Steven 
held his hands in front of his chest shook them, "these 
huge... well... tits were falling out right in front of 
me. It's funny, but even now, twenty years later, I can 
still see them like it happened yesterday."

"And the ones you saw today?" I asked with a giggle.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Not here," I complained. "Not in a crowded restaurant.

Steven looked around and said, "You're right. This 
isn't the best place. You're sort of hidden from view, 
I'll wait till more people are around us."

I glanced around and realized that if I pulled my dress 
down now, nobody would be able to see me do it. "Now 
that you mention it; are you sure you don't want me to 
do it now?" I asked with a hesitant smile. I couldn't 
believe I was offering to show my boobs in a 
restaurant, but considering the alternatives, this was 
as good of place as any.

"Well..." he answered. "If you really want to, I would 
love to see them now, but it won't count as my favor."

I smirked, pulled down on my dress and bunched my 
breasts together with my arms. "Are you sure?" I asked 
coquettishly.

"Tempting, but I think I'll wait."

The waiter brought our drinks and we made small talk 
throughout dinner. Every once in a while, Steven would 
slyly smile at me and ask me if I was ready; I would 
smile at him and answer, "Whenever you are."

Steven paid for the meal and after another drink, we 
made our way outside. I was beginning to like Steven, 
he made me laugh and seemed interested in hearing about 
me. Not like some guys I had dated recently that only 
wanted to talk about themselves and how much money they 
were making and what they were planning to buy. Steven 
seriously seemed interested in me, not just my body. Of 
course, because of the favor I owed him, the subject of 
my breasts kept coming up. At least his eyes didn't 
focus on my breasts, unlike most men. He was able to 
look me in the eyes with only an occasional glance 
below.

We walked across the street and stepped into Brandy's. 
Even from outside the club, we could hear the steady 
thump thump of the dance music being played inside. 
Steven checked his jacket and we walked inside. The 
place was packed with the kind of people that frequent 
clubs, wearing everything from tank tops and jeans to 
khakis and polo shirts.

As a blonde wearing a too tight tank top and cut off 
denim shorts walked by us, I turned to Steven, 
impressed by the way his eyes didn't follow the blonde 
as she wiggled away. "I feel a little overdressed for 
this place," I said as I glanced around

"We can change that quickly," he answered with a wicked 
smile as I leaned into him, straining to hear his 
voice. He put his arm around my shoulder, I leaned 
against him, smelling his cologne and relaxing in his 
touch. "Ready?"

"Here?" I asked as I turned and opened my mouth in 
surprise.

"Just kidding," Steven answered. "I feel a little 
overdressed too. Want to go someplace else?"

"Where?" I shouted over the DJ's voice screaming over 
the speakers.

"Anyplace that's quieter than this place," Steven 
answered as he took my hand and led me back to the coat 
check. He gave the girl a five dollar tip and she 
handed him his jacket back. Again I was impressed that 
he didn't stare at the girl. Her breasts were falling 
out of her tuxedo shirt, the one fastened button 
straining to hold her boobs from view. Steven was 
either really trying to impress me, or he really was a 
gentleman, or he was gay. I whispered a quiet prayer, 
hoping he was straight.

We held hands as we walked out of the club, his hand 
fitting comfortably in mine. We walked across the 
street and we leaned against his car. I turned to him, 
looked him in the eyes and placed my other hand in his. 
Our hands clasped together and he smiled sweetly at me. 
"So where to now?" I asked.

"Let's see," he said thoughtfully. "We want to go 
someplace quiet." I nodded my head and smiled. "That 
rules out clubs and bars. I want to get to know you 
better, so that rules out a movie, it's hard to get to 
know somebody watching a movie. We already did 
dinner... That leaves one thing."

I arched my eyebrow and waited for his answer. If he 
said he wanted to go to his place, I wasn't sure how I 
was going to react. On one hand, I was attracted to 
him. It wouldn't be the first time I slept with 
somebody after knowing them for only a few hours, but 
something told me he was special, and I didn't want him 
to think I was easy. I giggled as that thought passed 
through my head. It was only a couple of hours ago that 
I flashed him my breasts, and I didn't want him to 
think I was easy. Steven probably thought I was some 
kind of nymphomaniac slut.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked.

"Nothing," I answered. "So where do you want to go?" I 
asked.

He thought for a few seconds and answered, "We 
could..." he paused and looked into my eyes 
momentarily, "We could go bowling."

I burst out laughing, "Bowling?" I asked with a giggle. 
At least he didn't ask me back to his place.

"What's wrong with bowling?" he asked as a smile crept 
onto his face.

I glanced at him then glanced down at my dress. "I felt 
overdressed at the dance club. You don't think I would 
feel overdressed at a bowling alley? And anyway, I 
don't think I red, black and blue shoes go with this 
dress."

Steven glanced at my legs and nodded his head, "I guess 
you're right, but you would be the sexiest person in 
the bowling alley. OK, so bowling wasn't a good idea, 
let me think for a second."

I squeezed his hand and moved closer to him. I looked 
up at him expectingly, waiting for his idea.

"You'll have to forgive me," he answered with a small 
frown. "It's been a while since I went on anything even 
close to a date. I think you're the first woman I've 
talked to in the past seven years that wasn't my wife, 
I mean ex-wife, or that doesn't work with me. I'm sort 
of stuck for ideas of where to go; I haven't gone out 
much since I got divorced," he admitted.

"How long's it been?" I asked.

"Over a year. It's been hard, I miss my son a lot of 
the time. The hardest part is not seeing him every 
night when I get home. Sometimes, when I get home from 
work, I look around my apartment and search for him." 
Steven grimaced slightly and looked into my eyes. "How 
about you?" he asked. "What's your story. Obviously, 
you have a son; there isn't a ring on your finger and 
you're here with me, so I'm assuming you aren't 
married."

"I'm not," I answered. "Never was. When I was in my 
last year of college, I had a one week fling with a 
professor. The only thing I got out of it was Brandon 
and an incomplete when I quit going to his class. 
Professor Engrams doesn't know he has a son and Brandon 
has no idea who his father is."

Steven looked at me funny and cocked his head to the 
side, as if he was trying to figure me out.

"I was able to get a good job after Brandon was born," 
I continued. "I'm on the fast track at Denier 
marketing, and I make enough not to have to ask anybody 
for help, except for my mom who helps me out 
babysitting and stuff."

"You know," he said, "the more I get to know you the 
more surprised I get."

I laughed and answered, "Yeah, you probably think I'm a 
total slut. I mean I flashed my tits at the toy store, 
I had a kid out of wedlock."

He laughed and gave a knowing smile, "At the toy store, 
I may have thought that a little, but over dinner I 
found out there is more to you than just a terrific 
body and beautiful face."

I smiled shyly and looked at my shoes, wondering how I 
scuffed the side of my left shoe near the toe. I looked 
back up at him and he moved closer. I pulled his hands 
around my waist and leaned into his chest. "So where do 
you want to go now?" I asked.

"Since bowling is out of the question, I was thinking 
maybe we could go back to my place and talk."

I looked up at him and asked, "Just talk?"

He smiled and answered, "Just talk."

"I can't promise that I'll be able to keep my hands off 
you, you realize I'm an exhibitionistic nymphomaniac."

"I was sort of hoping..." he said as I punched him 
softly on the shoulder.

"Why don't we find a quiet bar someplace, and we can 
talk and get to know each other better," I said.

"A quiet bar?" Steven asked. "Is there such a thing?"

"Good point, maybe we should find a quiet restaurant, 
like Old Bridge, and get a cup of coffee. I know it 
doesn't sound like the funnest place to go, but..."

"Great idea," Steven interrupted. "I'll follow you," he 
said as he opened the door of his car.

I smiled at him, reached up onto my toes and kissed him 
softly on the lips. "Sounds good," I answered. We 
kissed softly again and I reluctantly left him and 
walked to my car. I led the way across town to a 
twenty-four hour diner and Steven followed in his BMW. 
I tried to figure out what was happening between me and 
Steven. Was I falling for him, and was he really 
falling for me? I barely even knew him, and I tried to 
convince myself that I couldn't possibly be falling in 
love with him, but he seemed to be everything I've 
always looked for in a man; I found myself unable to 
convince myself that I wasn't falling in love with him.

We parked our cars and as I freshened my makeup, Steven 
gallantly opened my door. I smiled and stood inches 
from him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and we 
kissed passionately. Wordlessly, we walked into the 
diner, his arm around my waist as I leaned my head onto 
his shoulder.

We found a table in the corner and watched as the 
waitress poured two cups of coffee. I opened two 
packets of sugar and Steven laughed, grabbed three 
packets and tore them open. "You know, most people 
think I'm some kind of deviant because I put so much 
sugar in my coffee."

I poured cream into my cup, handed it to him and 
watched as he poured the cream into his coffee. "I 
can't drink coffee without two or three spoons of 
sugar," I admitted, "and the Equal and other stuff 
tastes so blech, I have to use real sugar and add lots 
of cream. Although not as much cream as you do," I said 
as he continued to pour the cream into his cup.

"I drink cream with coffee," he said with a laugh. "My 
ex-wife used to say only kids drank coffee with this 
much cream and sugar. Of course she always told me I 
was immature and perverted too."

I giggled and said, "I can maybe see the perverted 
part, but from what I can see, you're anything but 
immature.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he said with 
a laugh.

"You've already seen mine," I answered.

"Ready..."

I looked at him curiously, wondering if he was going to 
have me flash my breasts in the restaurant. I had 
carefully chosen the booth and purposely faced myself 
toward a wall, in case he picked this place for me to 
pull down my dress. If I did pull down my dress, nobody 
but Steven would be able to see anything.

"Nevermind," he answered. "Nobody could see anything 
anyway. I think I'll wait. Anyway, I didn't mean 
anything like that," he said with a laugh, "and you say 
I'm perverted. All I said was 'I'll show you mine if 
you show me yours,' and you immediately show your 
exhibitionistic side." Steven laughed quietly as he 
stared into my eyes. I melted as his bright blue eyes 
peered into my soul. "I meant," he continued as he 
pulled out his wallet, "If you show me a picture of 
Brandon, I'll show you a picture of Derek, my son."

I took the picture from Steven's hand and examined it. 
Derek had his father's eyes, the same bright blue hue, 
full of life and showing a hint of mischievness that 
glowed in his father's eyes. "He looks just like you," 
I said. "You have the same eyes, and he's just as 
handsome as you are."

Steven smiled shyly and answered, "I showed you mine, 
now I get to see yours."

I opened my purse and pulled out my wallet. Opening it, 
I let the plastic sheet filled with photos unroll and 
asked, "So which one do you want to see?"

"All of them," Steven answered as he reached for my 
wallet. I handed it to him and he looked at the 
pictures. "He has lighter hair than you, but his face 
is almost exactly like yours, high cheekbones, bright 
brown eyes, the same mischievness glimmer in his eyes. 
Look at this picture," Steven exclaimed, "He doesn't 
have his shirt on and he's making a muscle, seems the 
exhibitionistic gene got passed down too."

I laughed, smiled at him and watched him look through 
all of Brandon's pictures, commenting on the poses and 
telling me how cute Brandon was. As he passed the last 
picture, Steven's eyes lit up. I realized that he had 
found an old fake business card that my best friend and 
I had made up as a joke while we were in college. I 
kept it in my wallet to remind me of the days when life 
seemed less hectic and to remind me to keep in touch 
with her.

"This is interesting," Steven said wickedly as I tried 
to snatch my wallet back from him. He held it in the 
air and read the business card loudly. "Evelyn Rivera, 
Certified Perverted Exhibitionistic Nymphomaniac, 
(800)See-Boobs. What's this all about," he asked.

"I had it made in college, me and my best friend, 
remember the one I told you about that flashed the 
commuter trains with me, we made them as a joke. I keep 
it in there to remind me when life wasn't so hectic."

"I never realized you were a certified Exhibitionist, I 
was thinking you were an amateur, and you're even a 
certified perverted nymphomaniac. Impressive," he said 
with a sly smile.

"I had fun in college," I admitted, "I've settled down 
a lot since then, having a son tends to do that."

"Tell me about it," Steven admitted, "Fifteen years ago 
my idea of a good time was a twelve pack and as many 
friends as we could pack into an apartment; now a good 
time is pushing my son on a swing in the park or 
laughing with him as he beats me at videogames."

"Yours does that too?" I asked. "Brandon gets me to 
play games with him, and I usually can beat him the 
first time we play, then he gets mad and practices for 
weeks. By the time he challenges me again, he beats 
me... no, he kills me. I wish he would apply himself as 
much in school, but he does pretty good anyway. The 
teachers seem to think he's too smart, everything comes 
easy to him and he doesn't need to apply himself. 
They've already moved him up one grade, but he just 
picks up everything so quickly that he's right back to 
the same thing, only doing enough to get by."

"If he's half as determined as you are," Steven said as 
he gazed into my eyes, "He'll be fine. It must be hard 
to raise a son as a single parent."

"It's tough, but whenever I have a hard day at work, 
all I need to do is think of him and everything gets 
much better and easier to deal with, knowing that in a 
few hours I'll be with him."

Steven frowned and looked intently into his coffee, 
"That's the hardest part, not being able to see my son 
whenever I want. I get him on weekends, Saturday and 
Sunday, but tomorrow I don't get to see him, I have to 
go to this stupid Christmas party and his mom is taking 
him to see his grandparents downtown." On the table, 
Steven's hand formed a tight fist and I could see the 
tension form in his eyes.

I reached my hand to his and squeezed it reassuringly. 
I didn't know what to say, just the thought of coming 
home to an empty house made me shudder.

"So tell me more about what it takes to become a 
certified nymphomaniac," Steven asked, abruptly 
changing the subject.

I smiled and answered, "Well, it takes months of hard 
work, and the final exam was tough but I somehow made 
it through."

"And what was the final exam?" Steven asked, a devious 
smile forming on his face.

"I can't tell you," I answered with a straight face. 
"We were sworn to secrecy; who knows, you might be 
trying to get certified and are pumping me for 
information, you never know."

"I don't think I would need any help," Steven answered, 
his grin growing from ear to ear. "I've never had any 
problems."

Up to this point, I had been rubbing my shoeless foot 
on his ankle. I moved my foot up his thigh, pushing it 
into his crotch as I said, "I'll be the judge of that. 
You've never been with a certified nymphomaniac 
before." After seeing the look on his face as he talked 
about missing his son, I couldn't deny that I wanted 
him, that I was falling head over heels in love with 
him.

He arched his eyebrows and looked at me curiously as 
his manhood hardened.

"You see, as a certified nympho, I'm qualified to 
administer the examination to anybody I feel may be 
qualified. I pushed my foot against his erection and 
added, "And I'm feeling... I mean I have a feeling that 
you may qualify for certification."

"Oh yeah?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh yeah," I answered with a growl.

"Now?" he asked.

"Now," I answered as I stood and left him alone at the 
table and headed toward the front door. I heard him 
behind me as I approached the cashier. He was right 
behind me and tapping his foot nervously, waiting for 
somebody to take his money.

I walked out the door, and as I opened the door to my 
car, I heard him running toward me. I hesitated and he 
was standing next to me. I reached my arms around his 
neck and pulled him to me, kissing him passionately as 
my hand rubbed his erection through his pants. Breaking 
the kiss, I looked into his eyes and said, "I'll follow 
you." I sat in my car and waited for him to close the 
door for me. As he did, I turned the ignition and 
waited for him to pull out of his parking space.

I followed him to his apartment, and within fifteen 
minutes we were passionately groping as he struggled to 
unlock the door to his apartment. Somehow, even as our 
lips were locked in a passionate kiss and my hand 
voraciously caressed his erection through his pants, he 
managed to unlock the door. We fell in and as we 
stumbled onto the floor, he kicked the door closed with 
his foot.

I fell on top of him and continued kissing him as I 
pulled his shirt up. I moved my kisses to his bare 
chest and slowly moved lower. As I unbuttoned his 
pants, I looked up at him and said, "Are you sure 
you're ready for the test? It's a little tough to 
pass."

As I unzipped him, he answered, "I can handle hard 
exams."

I pulled his pants down, exposing his hard cock to me. 
I kissed its tip and smiled at him, saying, "I see you 
have the hard part down, now let's see if you can pass 
the rest of the exam." I pushed the head of his cock 
past my lips and swirled my tongue on the head. He 
moaned softly as I pushed his cock deeper into my 
mouth, then began to slowly push it in and out, 
increasing my pace with each stroke.

As I continued the blow job, I pulled the straps off my 
dress and tugged it to my waist. My nipples teasingly 
brushed against his bare thighs as I moved. With his 
cock buried deeply into my mouth, I looked up at him 
lustfully, his eyes were closed, a contented look on 
his face. I pulled his cock out of my mouth, closing my 
lips tightly around it and sucked on it as hard as I 
could, causing and audible pop as it left my mouth.

"Do you have any condoms?" I asked lustfully. He looked 
down at me and shook his head. "That's one point I have 
to take away," I said. "A pervert is always prepared." 
I opened my purse and from the inner pocket I pulled 
out a foil packet and placed it between my teeth, 
ripping it open with my hands, I seductively grabbed 
the remaining foil from my mouth and tossed it to the 
floor, licking my lips seductively as I pulled the 
condom out of the opened packet.

I stood and provocatively unzipped the zipper on the 
side of my dress, pulling it over my head and tossing 
it to the side. I pulled my panties down, bending at 
the waist as I grabbed them and tossed them to the 
side. "Still think you can pass the test?" I asked.

"I'm willing to try," he answered as he looked up at my 
naked body.

I knelt next to him, and placed the condom on the head 
of his cock. I placed my lips around the base of his 
cock as I slowly rolled the condom down. As I moved the 
condom down, I moved my lips higher, meeting the condom 
in the middle of his cock. Continuing to roll the 
condom down, I moved my tongue along the length of his 
shaft. I licked his balls as I finished unrolling the 
condom, running my tongue near his rectum and then 
moving my kisses up his hip and to his stomach.

I squatted above him, and teasingly moved my pussy lips 
along the tip of his cock, as my hand tightly grabbed 
the base of his cock. "Still think you can pass the 
test?" I asked.

He nodded his head and I slowly pushed myself down, 
feeling his cock slide into me. With my eyes locked on 
his, I moaned softly and felt his cock slide completely 
inside my pussy. I leaned forward, my breasts softly 
skimming his chest as I placed my hands on the floor 
next to him and moved my hips slowly up and down, 
feeling his cock slide in and out of me.

"I didn't think perverts used condoms," Steven said 
breathlessly.

"We're experts with them," I said with a sly smile. 
"Better to be safe than sorry." I increased the rhythm 
of my hips and moaned softly as his cock brushed 
against my clitoris. I pressed my breasts against his 
chest and pressed my lips against his, kissing him 
passionately as I continued bouncing my hips slowly up 
and down.

Breaking the kiss, I sat up straight and increased the 
pace of my hips, feeling his cock slide in and out as I 
balanced myself with my hands on his chest. He moaned 
loudly and I giggled, saying, "What's the matter? Can't 
take it?"

"It's just..." he answered breathlessly, "It's been a 
while and..." he breathed deeply again and closed his 
eyes, "and you're so beautiful."

"I love compliments," I answered with a blush as I 
bounced quickly on top of him. His hands found my 
breasts and I leaned forward slightly, causing his cock 
to rub against my clitoris again as it slid in and out.

Involuntarily, I moaned and heard him ask, "What's the 
matter? Too much for you?"

"I've only just begun to warm up, but you win a point 
for being a smartass," I growled as I arched my back 
and felt an orgasm begin. I bounced faster and 
whimpered, feeling the electric shock of my orgasm flow 
through my body. Moving as fast as I could, I moaned 
loudly as the force of my orgasm peaked. I pulled 
myself off him, giving myself a couple of seconds to 
compose myself and spread my legs as I laid on the 
carpet. Steven rolled on top of me, pushing his cock 
back into my pussy. With a hard push, his cock slid 
deeply into me and I moaned loudly, turning my head to 
the side in ecstasy.

As Steven pounded his cock into me, I quickly climaxed 
again, whimpering in pleasure as my nerves were filled 
with ecstasy. As my orgasm subsided, I continued to 
feel little rushes of pleasure rush through me. I 
looked up at Steven as he continued to pound into me. 
"Too much for you?" he asked.

I shook my head and whimpered, "I'm just getting 
started." I cupped my breasts, looked into his eyes and 
asked, "Still like these?"

Steven nodded his head and his head arched back as his 
thrusts became more erratic. He glanced down at me and 
I pulled one breast to my mouth and licked my nipple. 
He pushed hard into me and groaned loudly as he came. 
Steven collapsed on top of me and our lips met in an 
zealous kiss. I rolled on top of him and pushed his 
softening cock back into my pussy. "You're not even 
close to passing the test yet," I growled.

I tried to push him back into me, but his cock was just 
too soft, so I kissed his chest, circling my tongue on 
his nipples and moved my kisses down his body. As I 
reached his cock, I tore the condom off his cock and 
tossed it to the side, being careful not to throw it on 
my dress and slid his soft cock between my lips. It 
slowly responded to my touch and hardened. As it did, I 
popped it out of my mouth and stood. I reached my hand 
out to his and pulled him up. We stood, kissing 
passionately, my hand massaging his hard cock and his 
hand caressing my butt. I broke the kiss and walked to 
the patio door and slid it open. I stepped outside and 
saw a reclining lawn chair. I kissed him again, pushing 
him onto the chair.

As he lay back, he asked, "Out here?"

"You want to get certified?" I asked coquettishly as I 
straddled him, resting on his stomach.

"I'm perverted, not an exhibitionist," he complained 
mockingly.

"Then you've got the wrong person giving the test," I 
answered with my sexiest smile as I pushed his cock 
against my lips. "Damn," I said as I stood quickly and 
ran inside. When I returned, Steven had his cock in his 
hand and was slowly stroking it. I looked into the 
illuminated parking lot, and satisfied that nobody was 
watching, I knelt next to him, and rolled another 
condom onto his cock. I straddled him again and asked, 
"Ready?"

He nodded his head and I slid the head of his cock into 
me, but didn't push down. I frowned and said, "I almost 
forgot, perverts don't do the same position twice in 
one night. We already did this one. Stand up," I 
ordered as I got up.

He followed my order and I stood on the balcony, my 
hips against the top of the railing. I glanced around 
again, and except for a few apartments that had the 
lights on but the drapes closed, the apartment complex 
looked deserted. I bent over, my bare breasts visible 
to anybody in the parking lot, opened my legs as I 
placed my finger on my pussy and slid my finger inside 
my wet slit. "Fuck me," I moaned softly.

I was rewarded by his hard cock sliding into my slit. I 
grabbed his cock and guided it into me, feeling it fill 
me, seemingly deeper than before. Within seconds, 
Steven began pounding into me, grunting as he worked 
his cock in and out of my dripping pussy. I moaned, 
louder than I intended as another orgasm filled my 
nerves. I saw a light turn on across the parking lot, 
and watched as a patio door opened and whoever was 
there turned on the patio light. I was pretty sure that 
we weren't visible from there, but as Steven pounded 
into me, I moaned again, louder than I did before and 
watched as another person stepped out of the apartment 
across the parking lot. Their figures were silhouetted 
by the porch light, and as I moaned again, trying to 
figure out if they could see me, one of them stepped 
into the apartment and turned off the lights.

They were now invisible to me, and Steven pounded his 
cock harder into me, causing me to moan loudly again. 
 From the porch across the way, I saw a bright light 
turn on, possibly from a flashlight, and it searched 
the patio above us. As the light moved down, I closed 
my eyes and moaned loudly again, knowing that we were 
about to be discovered.

"We're about to be watched," Steven said as he paused 
momentarily and kissed my neck. "Does that count as 
perverted?" he asked.

"Yes!" I answered. "Keep fucking me." I said as I 
turned back to him and opened my eyes.

As I turned my eyes back to the apartment across the 
way, I was blinded by a flash of light as the beam of 
light softly illuminated us. I looked down at my 
breasts, and as Steven pounded into me, his labored 
breathing was all I could hear as I watched my breasts 
sway in the soft light. The thought occurred to me that 
maybe whoever was watching us could call the police, 
but I was too far into my impending orgasm, heightened 
by the fact that somebody was watching me come.

I moaned loudly, it was more of a scream than a moan as 
my body shook from the orgasm running through me. The 
soft light of the distant flashlight remained on us as 
Steven's thrusts grew erratic. Steven grunted loudly as 
he climaxed and I pushed against him, trying to push 
his cock deeper into me. I felt his cock pull out and 
turned to him, my own orgasm subsiding somewhat.

Steven was sitting on a lawn chair, his cock growing 
softer before my eyes. I stood, put my hand over my 
eyes and peered across the court, trying to see 
somebody from the porch that the flashlight still shone 
from.

"Did I pass?" Steven asked as he admired my body in the 
soft light.

"Getting there," I answered with a giggle.

"You mean there's more?" he asked.

I nodded my head and glanced back across the courtyard. 
The flashlight was still illuminating my body and I sat 
on the rail, feeling a thrill as I exposed my nude body 
to whoever was watching us from across the parking lot. 
"There's more," I said as I pinched my nipples and 
shook them. "Remember, I'm a certified nymphomaniac 
too."

I walked to him and pushed him onto the reclining lawn 
chair. As he laid on the chair, I moved my pussy above 
his mouth, feeling his tongue instantly touch my labia. 
I looked across the parking lot, and stared into the 
light shining onto me, rubbing my pussy against 
Steven's lips and whimpering as the erotic sensations 
rushed through my body.

His finger slid into me, and his lips found my 
clitoris. He pulled my clit into his mouth and sucked 
on it, making me moan loudly as I cupped my breasts and 
licked my nipple. I tried to remain sitting up, knowing 
that if I moved down, the people across the way 
couldn't see me, but as his mouth continued to 
manipulate my clitoris, I collapsed on top of Steven as 
I moaned loudly, trying not to scream as my body 
climaxed again.

I tried to pull myself off Steven, but his hands 
remained firmly on my thighs as he continued to 
stimulate my clitoris with his mouth. I screamed 
loudly, overtaken by a strong orgasm, sitting up and 
arching my back. My eyes were opened wide and I looked 
at my nude body in the soft light, screaming louder as 
Steven continued nibbled softly on my clit.

Finally, I was able to pull myself away from him, and I 
leaned against the railing, my back to the light, 
looked at Steven and breathed shallowly, recovering 
from the orgasm that still spasmed through my body.

"Did I pass?" he asked.

"Not yet," I answered as I took his hand and pulled him 
up. "Sit up here," I said as I patted the railing on 
the side of the porch.

"They can see me from there," he protested weakly.

"Do you want to be certified?" I asked. He nodded his 
head and pulled himself onto the railing. I wrapped my 
lips around his cock, feeling the condom on his rapidly 
hardening erection. As I pulled the condom off with his 
hand, I bit the top of it and pulled it off. I looked 
at him, the used condom dangling from my mouth and 
winked. I let it drop to the floor and I pushed his 
hard cock between my lips, pulling the hair away from 
my face and turned slightly, so whoever was shining the 
flashlight on us could see his cock slide in and out of 
my mouth.

As I moved my head up and down on his cock, I pumped my 
hand along the base of his cock, occasionally moving my 
hand and pushing his cock entirely into my mouth, 
burying my lips against his pubic hair. I heard him 
moan softly and the in a throaty voice I heard him 
announce, "I'm gonna come again."

I pulled his cock out of my mouth, and rapidly slid my 
hand up and down his shaft. As Steven raised his hips, 
his cock tightened and a burst of semen spurted from 
the tip. As the come flew out of his cock, I moved my 
mouth above his cock and let his come land on my mouth 
and face. Some of it spurted onto my breasts, but most 
of it landed on my lips. I looked at him, licked my 
lips provocatively and swallowed.

"Are you ready for the final test?" I asked 
coquettishly.

Steven nodded his head, and I licked my lips again, 
tasting his salty come on my tongue. I moved closer to 
him, reached my hands around his neck and pushed my 
lips against his. I pushed his come into his mouth; at 
first he tried pushing away, but as the intensity of my 
kiss increased, Steven was soon kissing me back 
passionately. His tongue hungrily probed my mouth, and 
I pushed his head to the side and felt his tongue 
hungrily licking my face.

When he finished licking his come off my face, I again 
kissed him passionately, feeling the salty taste of his 
come in his mouth. I lustfully probed my tongue in his 
mouth, wrapping my lips around his tongue and softly 
sucking on it. As I broke our kiss, I asked, "How's it 
taste?"

"Salty," he answered, "but it's not as bad as I thought 
it would be."

"Final question," I said. "Did you like it?"

"It was different," he answered.

I looked at him with a frown, then said, "One more 
chance." I knelt in front of him and licked the 
remaining come off his softened cock. I stood in front 
of him, opened my mouth and waited for him. He kissed 
me passionately and pulled me tightly against him. As 
we kissed, I heard applause from across the parking 
lot.

I giggled and looked at Steven, "It looks like they 
think you passed."

"So did I?" he asked.

I smiled wickedly at him, shook my head and answered, 
"Sorry, almost but not quite. You can't be certified as 
a pervert yet. I guess you'll just have to study more 
and take the test again at a later date. Fortunately," 
I continued as I stepped back and pulled my breast to 
my mouth and licked my nipple, "I know a very good 
tutor."

"And I'm a good student," Steven answered with a smile.

We walked into his apartment and I watched with a 
disapproving look as he pulled his boxers on. "What?" 
he asked.

"If you want to be certified, that means you can't wear 
those whenever I'm around."

He shrugged and let the boxers fall to the floor. He 
playfully kicked them at me and they flew by my hip. 
"You are a quick learner," I said with a giggle."

"When's the next lesson?" he asked.

I approached him, put my hand around his neck, put my 
other hand on his soft cock and kissed him softly on 
the lips and whispered, "Whenever you're ready."

"Do you have to go home?" he asked.

"Brandon's at my mom's house, I told them that I would 
be home late and that I would pick him up in the 
morning. "I'm free for lessons the rest of the night."

He grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom, turning 
on the light as we walked in. I gave him another 
lesson, falling asleep in his arms when we were done. I 
woke up early the next morning and quietly took a 
shower. When I walked out of his bathroom, he was 
looking at me, his boxers in his hand. "I almost 
forgot," he admitted as he twirled them on his finger. 
"Ready for another lesson?"

"I can't. I have to get going," I said with a frown as 
I pulled my dress on.

I grabbed my panties and began to pull them onto my 
legs. As I did, Steven shook his head and I heard a 
"Tsk, tsk," from him.

"What?" I asked.

"If you put those on, you'll be showing me a bad 
habit," Steven said as he held his boxers up.

I smiled and handed him my panties, "You're right, I 
forgot." We kissed passionately and I nearly decided to 
give him another lesson, as his hands reached under my 
dress and caressed my bare skin and slid along my 
labia. I reluctantly pushed him away and opened the 
door. I cleared my throat and looked at him.

He looked at me curiously, trying to figure out what I 
wanted.

"The Playstation," I said.

"You still haven't paid me the favor," he answered with 
a smile.

"I'll owe it to you," I said.

"Wait a second, let me pull some pants on."

Steven disappeared into the bedroom and reappeared 
wearing a pair of jeans. We walked down the stairway 
together, holding hands. As we stepped outside, the 
parking lot was empty except for two men working on a 
car with the hood opened. When they saw us, I heard one 
of them mutter, "Is that her?"

The other guy muttered something softly, and the first 
guy looked at me and said, "If it is her, she wasn't 
shy about anything last night."

My face turned bright red as I realized they were the 
ones watching us last night. Steven smiled at me and 
asked, "Ready?"

"For what?" I asked with an innocent look on my face.

"Set," Steven continued. "You're certified, remember."

"There might be little kids around," I protested.

"Lady, they're ain't no kids around here now," one of 
the guys said loudly.

"See," Steven said with a laugh. "Go," he said loudly.

I glanced around and pulled the straps of my dress off 
my shoulders. I glanced at Steven, turned to the two 
guys who were staring intently at me, broad smiles on 
their faces. I turned back to Steven, pulled the top of 
my dress to my waist and ran to my car. I could feel my 
boobs bouncing as I ran; I turned to the two guys and 
smiled as I noticed the look on their faces, their 
mouths were open wide in amazement. As I reached my 
car, I stopped and turned to Steven, smiling wickedly 
at him. "Watch and learn," I said as I unzipped the 
dress and let it fall to the ground. I bent over at the 
waist as I picked up my dress, smiling coquettishly at 
my audience. I turned to Steven, knowing that by doing 
so I was exposing the entire front of my body to the 
two men.

I approached Steven, wiggling my hips exaggeratedly and 
kissed him. He handed me the Playstation from his open 
trunk and I held it in front of me as I walked to my 
car. I placed the toy on the ground as I searched for 
my keys in my purse. Once I opened the trunk, I bent 
over and pushed the box all the way to the back of the 
trunk, opening my legs, knowing that Steven and the two 
men could see my bare pussy.

As I stood up, I smiled at Steven, then smiled at the 
two men and calmly walked to my car. I unlocked the 
door and motioned for Steven to come to me. He 
practically ran to me. As I moved into my car, I smiled 
at him and said, "That was lesson number one for today. 
Did I pay your favor?"

He bent over and kissed me, answering, "In spades."

He closed the door and I turned the ignition, pulled my 
car out of the parking spot and pulled away. As I 
passed the two men, who were still staring at me, I 
stopped my car, glanced at Steven in the rear view 
mirror, smiled at the two men and cupped my breast, 
pulling it to my mouth. I placed one nipple between my 
lips, let my breast fall and licked my nips 
coquettishly as I smiled at them. I giggled loudly and 
drove away, still naked.

I pulled onto the main road, and at a red light I 
pulled my dress back on, as a tow truck driver sat next 
to me honking his horn wildly. I ignored him, but 
smiled at him as I sped away from the stop light.

Steven and I got to know each other better over the 
next year, Brandon loved having a father figure in 
Steven. Derek, Steven's son adopted Brandon as his 
little brother. When I walked down the aisle at our 
wedding the next year, right behind Steven was Derek, 
the best man. Since my father was no longer with us, 
Brandon gave me away. It was the sweetest wedding 
anybody ever saw. We're a very happy family, the three 
of us, four on weekends. Brandon and Derek have the 
most intense battles on the Playstation and are 
becoming more like brothers every weekend.

I keep surprising him with my exhibitionist streak. We 
have a camera mounted on the computer in our bedroom, 
and he loves to watch as I talk to guys from all over 
the world and end up taking off my clothes while 
countless men watch me come. I guess you could say 
we're perverts, but only I'm certified, Steven is still 
studying. He is a very good student though, someday, I 
might certify him.

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