I didn't plan to stay long, so conditions shouldn't deteriorate before I pulled away from the dance club. "So this is what the strips clubs look like ...n a college town," The Brit said."Yes, I guess it is," I replied. I wore that strip of elastic for a bra. I also wore a baggy top and pair of cargo pants. I hoped that I looked like a slightly effeminate young man with really bad hair. It was ten thirty when we entered the club. It was dark enough outside and bright enough inside, so that we. As the night continued more people left and eventually me, the boy and a girl we're left alone. The girl was too drunk and wanted to go home so we dropped her of. Clever as i was i knew that we were on the same route so we just walked along. It was quiet a walk so there was plenty of time to seduce him. We started talking a bit about co-workers and i thought of going at his lvl, meaning i would laugh at his jokes and act like i was interested.. After a bit of chit-chat we started a bit more. He strokes his hand up the back of my legs, pushing up the back of my t-shirt -- his day-old t-shirt; I have been swiping them from his laundry, she says they smell of their passion and remind me of him when I Sam alone in bed after his visits. My buttocks are fully exposed to the lewd attention of his roaming hand, should little brother happen to turn around from his program,but he watches even the commercials, and it is her turn to gasp as his strong warm hand cups my left cheek I nestles. A group of girls, studying at the local uni lived there - I'd spoken to them a few times and as I was a friend of their landlord's I would sometimes pop in if there were any odd jobs that needed doing. I saw one of the girls, Carrie-Anne, go into her bedroom. She was giggling, then turned round and started sexily taking off her blouse. A guy (her boyfriend?), already half undressed, came into sight and starting kissing her as she took off her bra. He bent down and started kissing her pert.