The story is called Poison Ivy, and the author was obviously influenced by the movies of the same name as well as Lolita and The Crush.
You can find the whole of parts <a href="http://english.literotica.com:81/storie ... 84">one</a> and <a href="http://www.literotica.com:81/stories/sh ... 33">two</a> here. This excerpt is from part two.
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sadie26 wrote wrote:Later that afternoon, Ivy was in the kitchen with her mother preparing lunch for her father.
"Guess who I ran into today at the store," said Gina, Ivy's mother.
"Mmm, no idea, Mom, who?"
"The lady across the street," answered Gina.
Ivy almost choked on the carrot she was eating.
"Oh my, Ivy, are you alright honey?" asked Gina, patting her daughter's back.
"Yeah Mom, I'm fine, just went down the wrong way, I guess," said Ivy, taking a drink of water.
"Ok, well anyway, I invited her and her husband over for dinner tonight, we'll make your father's favorite, lasagna," Gina said with a smile.
Ivy began to get butterflies in her stomach. Was she nervous or excited?
"Mom, can I be excused, I wanna go up to my room," said Ivy.
"Of course, honey, I can finish up here," she said.
"Thanks Mom," said Ivy, smiling and turning to retreat upstairs.
Fuck, Ivy thought to herself, What the fuck can I wear tonight to knock John's socks off... then eventually his pants.
Ivy went to her closet and found the black mini dress her mother had bought for her in Mexico last year on vacation.
Perfect, if this doesn't get his attention, nothing will.
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A few more hours passed by and the sun set on the cozy neighborhood. Ivy was busy upstairs putting on the finishing touches to her "seduction outfit."
"Ivy!!!, Honey, come downstairs, our guests are here and I'm ready to serve dinner," called her mother.
Ivy applied a few more strokes of her strawberry lip gloss, smack her lips, smiled and began her decent down the long winding staircase.
"Oh my, doesn't she look just gorgeous," beamed Gina.
"Ivy, this is Mr. and Mrs. Davis from across the street."
After the mandatory hello's and how are you's, the group made their way into the large dining room.
Ivy made it a point to sit across from John, a good game of footsies is always fun.
As the night wore on, and the group made their small talk and compared jobs and homes and cars, Ivy knew it was time to make her move. She had already been teasing John's cock with her foot for over an hour. How much more could either of them take?
Ivy excused herself, looking quickly, yet seductively over her shoulder at John, giving him a come hither look.
"It was nice meeting you both, I have some homework I need to do," said Ivy, walking out of the dining room.
John knew this was his cue, but was uncertain as to how to make his exit without appearing suspicious.
