For the next weeks the sluts as well as the rest of the Greeks campaigned vigorously for Luisa. Always at the forefront was a slutily clad Helen Marti..., blowing kisses in the air and making lewd suggestions, urging all the boys to vote for Luisa. Quite a few none-Greek boys took her up on her offer. Her outfits got skimpier and skimpier as the campaign season drew to an end, and quite a number of none-Greek males shifted their support in favor of Luisa because of this, as well as the sexual. Eric was coming out of the school. He chatted me up. I enjoyed the attention he was giving me. I really enjoyed bulge in his pants. He talked with me as I got in the car. I didn't smooth my skirt as I got in and made sure it rode up my thighs. I also leaned over and got into the glove box knowing my ass would be exposed. While I was leaned over I unbuttoned my top two buttons on my blouse. As I turned back to him he was leaning down getting a good view of my tits and my thighs. I. They sat that way for a long time, he, enjoying his coffee and she, enjoying the feeling of being his.He tapped his cup and she sprang up again, hearing that it was empty she went back to the kitchen at a trot, her ass and tits bouncing as she did. She could feel his eyes on her, hungrily devouring her as she walked away. She made another cup and brought it in to the living room and found him sitting not on his couch, but at his computer desk. He was pulled well back from it and his pants were. It was old and dated, but all it needed was a little love. During the process of moving I did notice some odd things going on in the house. I would put things down on the table, and they would disappear. I would close the closet door and it would be open, when I would reenter the room. I just blamed it on the wind or just my imagination. This particular night Mike had to work until the a.m. and I was going to be spending the night alone. I was a little nervous since it was my first night by.