And text Michael the room number. He would be twenty to thirty minutes behind me. We would have the entire evening to explore, flirt and excite each o...ther. I spent the remainder of the morning preparing for my date that night. I bathed and shaved my legs. I decided to also shave my pussy; something I had not done before. I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. With my public hair removed, I appeared a bit younger. My vagina seemed much more 'exposed' without the thin covering of hair.. These guys were really good whisperers. Hmm.A giggle burst from me, it was boiling inside my half-naked body. Back at the audition, all their eyes were on me as I was dealing. My naked skin prickled with an erotic charge of energy. My boobs were on fire because here I was, running around the halls topless again! And it was funny, because after so many times being mostly nude at work, no kidding, I was liking it!You could see me on cloud nine as we approached the two other guys waiting in. "Those nice, c-cup breasts... Oh how he'd love to squeeze and fondle them... Sucking on her nice young nipples." Wait... what was he thinking? She's a student and he's a teacher. It's taboo, yet oh so exciting. The knowing it's wrong and yet the desire to do it. The desire growing and growing ever more. This young girl, willing to do anything to save herself, sitting in front of him. A temptress. A tease."Well... umm... I have a friend..." Mr. Moore glanced around nervously. "He likes young. It’s interesting that I had thought that my being married would, in a way, separate me from the other three who were there with their boyfriends. It turned that I was right, but not in the way I expected. ‘Being married, and therefore ‘experienced,’ and a bit older, they actually looked to me for advice and leadership. I think that most men would be startled at how wide-reaching and graphic women’s conversations about sex can be. In this case, they really were interested in my relationship.