Her name was Carly and she was dating one of my friends, kind of.

Rick was one of those friends who I hung out with at parties or in a general group setting. He was a “friend”, but not a friend. We just didn’t really hang out one on one. We'd known each other for a few years and his girlfriend Carly had been around for most of it. She was a brunette who stood about 5'3", with perky B cups and great ass. Her ass was much rounder than it had any right to be on her small frame. I don’t even think she did anything to earn it, just genetics.

I was dating a girl at the time, exclusively, but not particularly seriously. She tended to be a little conservative, sexually, for my tastes. She was fun to be with but really lacked imagination.

It all started at a party at Rick and Carly's house. There was about 15-20 people there, a nice bonfire in the back and some loud music playing in the living room. The drinks were definitely flowing and Carly was dancing in the living room as some of us stood around trying to talk over the music. Every time someone walked into the room, she was there, trying to get them to dance. Eventually she came up to the small group I was with and was hip bumping one of the girls and then ground her ass against my crotch. All this seemed completely out of character for her. She did this to a couple other guys as well, so I kind of brushed it off.

A little later I was alone in the kitchen grabbing another beer and she walked in to pour another glass of wine. Plastic cup, super fancy.

"Not sure I can handle your ass rubbing on me again." I told her.

She blushed and stammered some sort of apology, which just made me laugh again.

"It's alright. I didn't mind." I told her.

"Glad someone doesn't." She muttered.

I'm not sure I was meant to hear it, but I did.

As the party started to wind down, I noticed Carly was out by the fire, sitting on Rick's lap, but he was too busy drinking to seem to care.

When I got down there to say my goodbyes, she had already stood up and stomped inside as he rolled his eyes. I let everyone know I was leaving, got a few comments about my tendency to make “Irish goodbyes” usually, took off for the night. I forgot all about the apparent tiff, putting it out of my mind before my ride even dropped me off.

The next weekend however, we all met up at a bar. Again Rick started getting sloppy drunk and ignoring Carly, so she tried to drag the others onto the dance floor. She gave up eventually and pouted at the table with us.

At least twice I saw her reach a hand below the table into Rick's lap, and both times she got an exasperated look and her hand moved

After a 3rd attempt, at what I assumed was her trying to get him interested, and a 3rd look of disinterest, followed by a "Quit being a nympho" comment, Carly gave up and went to the bar alone.

After a few minutes of her sitting there, pouting obviously, I walked up to grab another beer.

"Issues?" I asked, as I motioned to the bartender for a refill.

She just glanced at me and then said "Someone doesn't have a sex drive much anymore."

I sat down. "There is one thing that always works on me. If you want to get him in the mood." I told her.

She sort of blushed, looked away and didn't respond. I gave it a few minutes and sipped my beer, and just as I was about to get up, she finally asked.

"OK fine, what is it?"

"I'll slow him down drinking, so he's not such a sloppy mess this time. But when you get home, put on a short dress or skirt, some heels and no panties or bra. Call his name as you reach up and grab something out of a cupboard, or bend down and do it. Either way, make sure it shows you off a bit."

She blushed again, but didn't stop listening.

"If he pays attention, teasingly do it a few more times. If he doesn't, you should probably cut your losses because he likes men."

She laughed at that point and some of the shyness left her. "I sometimes wonder!" She said.

"OK, but when he's paying attention to the teasing, bend over the table, tug it up and beckon him over. No straight man on earth should resist that. Otherwise, go sit on his lap and tease that way. I guarantee you get laid. If not, I'll buy the drinks next time." I finished.

"Whatever!" She said. "Maybe. I am about tired of it though. It's all school or work, no interest in sex." She sighed and got up without another word.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully, though I did uphold my end of the bargain and slowed down all the drink purchasing. Rick was still a bit tipsy, but definitely not as sloshed as a normal night out. Our DD dropped them off first, then took me to my apartment.

I waited until the next Thursday, when we gathered at another friends house before I brought it up. I caught Carly in the kitchen pouring herself a vodka cranberry, and just flat out asked her how it went.

She blushed again, but kind of stammered out that it went well.

"Well, what did you end up doing?" I asked.

She looked at me a little shyly and said "The first thing you said, with the dress and the table."

I'm obviously not shy, and have a bit of a forcefulness about me, so I continued.

"So you did all of the things I suggested? What dress did you wear? Did he fuck you on the table or did you end up going to bed?"

She was obviously still embarrassed to talk about it, and kind of mumbled that she'd worn a short sweater dress she usually wears with tights, and yes they'd had sex right on the table from behind. After which, she quickly scurried away.

Carly avoided me most of the rest of the night, finally catching me alone as I was leaving the bathroom.

She kind of shuffled a bit looking past me, already a little red in the face, whether it from the drink or what she was thinking or both, I'm not quite sure.

"What else would get Rick's attention?" She asked quickly and glancing around to make sure no one was near by.

I laughed, "I would wait until he's a little less drunk..."

She sighed.

"I'll message you next week with some ideas." I told her.

She nodded and gave me a quick smile before walking off, definitely shaking her hips a little more than was required.

I thought about it over the weekend, but decided to wait until late Tuesday afternoon to message her. Carly worked in the computer labs every day from 2-7pm, so I knew she'd be always available during those times.

Me: Hey, I thought about what you asked for.

Carly: ok

Me: You don't seem super interested now

Carly: No no no no, I am :):)

Me: Ok then. I'll help on 2 conditions

Carly: what conditions.

Me: Try everything I suggest, and don't expect 100% success. But I can almost with 100% certainty guarantee it will be better than before

Carly: I can do that :)

Me: That was only 1 of them...the other is you have to tell me what you did, when you did it, and give details.

She was silent for a few minutes. I could see the "Carly is typing..." message come up....then stop...then start again. Then finally...

Carly: How detailed?

Me: If I don't think it's detailed enough, I'll ask questions and you have to answer.

Silence again.

Carly: Ok. But if it doesn't work we are stopping.

Me: Deal. Tonight, after your workout, shower and change into just a t-shirt. Something that barely covers your ass. This time, don't get his attention. Just let him notice. He will be on you in under 30 minutes, no matter what he's doing.

Carly: Seems easy enough. But why don't I try to get his attention

Me: Well, when I saw you trying to grab his junk at the bar, and sit on his lap at the party, I think he's a little afraid of your aggression. He's probably a little old fashioned and intimidated by you being pushy. He wasn't to control the situation.

Carly: Oh he's not interested in being in charge at all...trust me! lol

Me: That's interesting... but there is a middle ground between in charge, and wanting someone else to be pushy. ;)

Me: I like being in charge.

She went quiet again.

Carly: I will try it tonight

Me: Details...I'll message you tomorrow.

Carly: OK!

I had some pleasant dreams about the whole situation that night, and despite my eagerness to find out how far I could push this...I still waited until 5 to sign in the next day to find out what happened.

I hadn't even begun typing when a message popped up from her.

Carly: Where have you been?!?! It worked!

Me: What worked...? ;)

Carly: Ass. I did what you said. Worked out, then showered and then changed into a tshirt and cleaned up the kitchen and about 10 minutes later he was all over me.

Me: Not very detailed.

Another pause on her end.

Carly: I did a lot of bending over, so he could see what I did and didn't have on. And I ignored him. Then he came in to get a drink and caught me bent over cleaning the refrigerator. So he was touching me and then took me to the bedroom.

I decided to push the issue.

Me: Did cleaning the cold fridge have your nipples hard already? Were you already excited?

Another slow response

Carly: Yes, very hard. And yes I was. But now you have me blushing at work!

Me: Good ;) I don't have suggestions to try tonight. If you keep pushing him every night, it will look odd. Just let things happen or not tonight.

Carly: :( :( Ok.

Me: I didn't say you don't have homework though...

Me: Think of the 3 hottest things, in your opinion, that you two have done. I'll expect a report tomorrow of those 3 things.

Carly: OMG, why??

Me: So I know what has and hasn't been tried and I can make suggestions AND, because I said so ;)

Slightly longer pause and I thought I'd again pushed too fast...then:

Carly: Alright. Can't I just tell you now?

Me: No. I want you to wait until bed, and go over it in your head and think long about it.

Carly: Ugh, mean. Fine. I already started though.

Me: Nevertheless, you said you'd do as I suggested, and this is what I say for tonight ;)

Me: I will talk to you tomorrow ;)

After that I signed off.

The next day, as requested, she delivered a list of some of the things she found arousing that they'd tried. I believe it was sex outdoors on their balcony, the 1 time she'd tied herself to the bed for him, even though he'd not taken proper advantage and any of the times he pulled her hair when he was fucking her from behind.

I told her that day that I would think about it, and tell her Thursday afternoon if there was something she could try when they went out Thursday night.

I got pretty busy the rest of that week, and by the time I signed in Thursday she was gone for the day. Since I wasn't going out anyway, due to a large paper being due the next Monday, I didn't think anything of it.

Friday I was working on my paper and at promptly 2pm I had a message.

Carly: You didn't sign on :( He ignored me most of the night to play darts with Chris.

Me: Big paper. Been super busy. Did you try anything on you own?

Carly: Yes...but he just got annoyed.

Me: What did you wear?

Carly: Jeans and a t-shirt, just like last time.

Me: And what else?

Pause

Carly: Well a bra and panties obviously. Oh and shoes. Smartass

Me: Specifically...what did the bra and panties look like.

Pause

Carly: Blue boy shorts and a blue bra.

Me: Saturday, make it a thong. We'll be at your house anyway. Go without a bra.

Carly: Why?

Me: Because 1. it will be a bit chilly, and he'll notice your nipples 2. he loves thongs, he's mentioned it before. 3. and most importantly...I said so ;)

Pause

Carly: Alright. Jeans?

Me: That's fine. Make sure they are tight. Shows off your ASSets. ;)

A longer pause

Carly: Quit embarrassing me at work! People wonder why I giggle. :) :)

Me: Not a chance. I'll give you what to try, in person Saturday.

Carly: Ok. It better work. It's been 3 days :(

Me: It will. You'll need to show me which pair you chose by the way. See you then.

At that point I signed out completely. Letting her think about it.