Thread: A Little Sex Training {darkest_fate&DeliciousLust}

Betty mustered a small shy smile at Robbi when she saw that her eyes went wide at her appearance, suppressing a small giggle. Even though Robbi made an impression on her with her grungy alternative look, she was glad that she was able to make an impression with her as well. Despite her failures, the attention of people wasn't something she grew tired of and constantly found herself wanting after all these years. It was perhaps thanks to a childhood where she was the centre of attention with all of her lovers and friends as the popular girl around the locker hall. Even when she long graduated, she still found herself in the same arena in the malls and sometimes even in the streets. However, that was the first step of her appeal and typically where she stopped short when less attractive people than her managed to surpass her when it came to sexual appeal and magnetism. Again, she didn't want to admit that she had a problem and certainly not one that revolved around the bedroom. She thought women could never have problems when it came to sex. Men were the ones with sexual dysfunctions and the like. Until she knew of her own problem, she didn't know that lack of sexual ability was something to ever be concerned about, especially when you were this pretty. However, despite how pretty she looked, she didn't have much grace. She did continue to walk with a casual beat, as if she was merely here for a work out rather than learning the art of sensual allure. Even if this was meant to be some seedy hotel hookup, she liked her outfit plenty enough to garner attention. It didn't factor into her that she was thought to look like a piece of jailbait. She liked to dress and act younger, there was some sort of cute appeal in innocence. Unfortunately for her, she typically stayed innocent when the act no longer required to be up-kept and over stayed its welcome. People wanted to make a little girl squeal, but probably fuck a woman. Sorry, Robbi. She breathed out apologetically with a tone that seemed to be partially winded from her false work out. I didn't meant to look so tense, if anything, I thought to look more flexible than anything. I'm not too sure what I'm in for and I want to be prepared than anything. These are my comfortable clothes in fact and it's not my intention to look awkward. There was a tone about her that seemed almost defensive as she found some offence in the scrutiny that was already given to her, especially with all the lengths she went to look pleasing and cute. She was still pretty sure that people would be willing to have a one-night stand with her in this outfit, but it seemed that was all she was good for. Her hands reached to the back of her shorts, adjusting the waist band of it to reveal to anyone standing behind her the Chinese characters of Horny Little Girl, though in a little more poetics. Again, it was a regrettable tattoo. She gave a glance at Robbi's cleavage, a little impressed and more curious how she compared to her. There was a slight competitive mindset in her that she didn't want to get outdone so easily in looks by those around her. However, this wasn't a contest and it was supposed to be a learning experience. Her anxieties had to settle down if she wanted to start learning and making a different. Pulling the chair out, she flopped down to take a seat and cross her legs to match the lining of her thigh-high socks together. Okay, baseline then. I could do that. I want to get comfortable and friendly with you, you seem like an interesting person. Sorry about starting things on the wrong foot. You seem like someone I want to be friends with, especially if you're going to know all about me anymore, even if you are taking my money. She cracked a half-joking smile at the woman across from her, wanting to befriend her genuinely. At the very least, she wanted to know of her plastic surgeon too.