David has been brightening up his gray Surrey, England days with the porn collection hidden in the shed but when he finds that their American foreign exchange student, Dawn, has discovered his magazines, things really begin to heat up. David's is supposed to be looking for a job, but Dawn has the week off and is determined to work on her tan. Distracted David finds himself increasingly tempted by their seductive foreign exchange student, who makes it very clear what she wants. In spite of the Study Abroad program's strict policy against fraternizing, Dawn's teasing ways slowly break down the barrier between them until they both give in to their lust. But what are they going to do about the feelings that have developed between them in the meantime?
NOTE: This story appeared in another book titled Naughty Bits. Previously titled Foreign Exchange, this is a slightly less naughty, but no less sexy re-telling--updated and redressed for your reading pleasure.
"David?"
I woke up with a grunt, hearing my name being hissed from beside the bed. It was dark, but I could make out her outline in the moonlight coming through the window. She was on her hands and knees, crawling toward me.
"Dawn?" I felt her find the bed with a thud.
"Ow." She whimpered.
"Christ!" I reached for her, groping in the dark. My hand found her arm, helping her up into the bed. "What are you doing?"
"Ta," she said, thanking me. I could smell the alcohol on her now. "It's a long way when you're legless."
"Shhhh!" I looked toward my door. I was listening for my Mum or Dad but didn't hear them. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."
"That's where I am." She crawled up against me in the dark and pressed me down, snuggling up against my bare chest. "Hey, you sleep naked! When did you start that?"
"Since I was fourteen," I whispered. "Keep your voice down, Dawn."
"I am." She kissed my shoulder. "You feel good."
"Okay." I tried to untangle her limbs from mine. "You are pretty well lashed, and I think this is a bad idea. C'mon, let's go."
"Noooo!" She slid her bare foot up the inside of my calf. She'd lost her heels somewhere, I noticed, but I could feel the skirt and blouse pressed against me, her body full and warm underneath, flushed from the alcohol. "Don't make me go."
"I think you'd better." I tried to sit, but she was clinging to me too tightly.
"I'll scream," she whispered into my ear, her breath hot against my neck.
"You will not." I edged my way out from under her.
I heard her intake of breath and knew she really meant to do it. What was wrong with her? Panicked, I rolled onto her, finding her mouth with my hand in the dark and pressing it there, hard.
"Button it!" I hissed, feeling her wiggling and squirming underneath me. Her skirt was riding high up and I felt her bare thighs against mine, her skin like velvet.
"Unbutton it," she murmured when I moved my hand away from her mouth, her fingers working her blouse from top to bottom between us.
