Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)According to neighborhood gossip, Lisa had been reprimanded about not adhering to the dress code concerns of her fellow neighbors who were all wives to men who could not help but keep their comments to themselves, so it was clear she knew how to use her body's assets to her advantage and was willing to push the limits whenever she had the opportunity. Her top was by no means indecent, but it hugged her slim frame, and it struggled to contain her excessively large boobs. The top few buttons that she actually had buttoned were being tested by the two large mounds stuffed inside.As I said before, it was important for me to note how she presented herself and now that I had given her the once over, I promised not to acknowledge that aspect of this process again. I did not want to give her the impression I was leering at her, and I did not want to let myself be tricked and let my current predicament get the better of me.   

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.) "Lisa, I stood up for you. I gave you a chance here, and this is what you do?" I asked, pleading for her to reconsider."Well, I am a slut." Lisa said, shrugging, causing her boobs to bounce."This is what sluts do and deep down, I think you wanted this too. Deep down, you knew it would come to this. You have been desperate to find a reason for us to start hooking up, and now you have it.""No, I..." I began, shaking my head.I began counting off on my fingers."I am your friend’s boyfriend, who is currently married; who has been nothing but nice and charitable toward you…need I go on?”By now I was more coherent, and I could not wait for Lisa to exit the room again so I can try to reach out to someone for help. "At least let me finish." Lisa pleaded."What's the worst that can happen? I mean, if you are right, if I do not have a chanc

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.) "Now, the next step on your list is 'do your research', and, as you will see a little bit later in this presentation, I have gone above and beyond in that category," she said with a hungry smirk, as if desperate to reveal that delicious part of the plan, a plan that made her mouth water."But before that, the next part is what I mentioned before. I am controlling my image. Like I have said repeatedly, to put it bluntly, I am a slut."Lisa paused for a moment, putting her hands on her hips, jutting her chest out, showing off her impressive frame."I mean, look at me," she began.Staring right at me, she brought her hands up and slid them under her large breasts, bouncing them in her palms before squeezing them lightly, grazing her fingers over her protruding nipples. She turned to the side and let her hand slide down her torso and over her round, jutting a*s."It is no secret I am the nei

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.) "Okay, so, I am going to power through a couple of the other points so I can get to the good stuff. With your point about clichés making your eyes glaze over, clearly, you have never seen anything like me and besides, it is not going to be cliché's making your eyes glaze over, and not being afraid to blow you away... I mean, c'mon? You are practically spelling out how you want a slut on her knees... 'blowing you' away. And then, thinking outside the box, ignoring the list... clearly, I am way ahead of you there," she said, quickly clicking through the slides."And that brings me to the good stuff," she said, smiling wickedly, as if this was the moment she had been waiting for. She clicked to the next slide."Now, there are two points left... 'Set Yourself Apart' and 'Do Your Research'. And, to me, they are intertwined. Now, there are plenty of other candidates, that is, any other girl you becom

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)Colette was not that type of girl to dress up under her clothes with fancy or revealing underwear. All of it was full-coverage, covering her butt. Some of it was more practical, stuff she wore to classes, simple, utilitarian undergarments. She did have some more sexy stuff, a few lace bras and panties, some sexy nighties and camisoles, stuff like that. But, looking at all of this laid out like this, I suppose I could see the argument she was making. I suppose one could say this stuff was a bit on the plain side, but I was never one to complain. "Now, here is a real woman's underwear."Lisa changed the slide, and my eyes widened. The same shot she had taken of my girlfriend's underwear strewn across my bed was replicated, no doubt on her own bed. And while my bed was a classy soft beige color, this bed was black satin and an expensive looking red sheet. The contrast was striking. It was clear my bed was designed