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Based on the Faust Legend-a professor makes a deal for sex.

Maintaining the electric eye-contact, and in agonising slow motion, they moved closer and closer to one another in their game of chicken, until their lips were practically touching.

"No turning back now," murmured Jake, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. She smiled and slowly licked his top lip, and the feeling of hardness pressed against her told her that they weren't playing any more. Jake groaned and laced his fingers in the hair at the back of her head, tugging gently at it and sending shivers down her spine. Pulling her closer, he kissed her, gently at first, his tongue playing with hers tentatively, and then more deeply, sending a tingle that originated between her legs coursing through her entire body, making her shiver with pleasure. Never in her life had Jess been so aroused by a simple kiss. They broke off for a moment and Jake whispered, "Ok, so we know you're not too chicken to kiss...but that doesn't really prove anything..."

"Oh really?" she said, and her hand moved from the back of his neck down his torso, tracing a lingering path from his hard pecs down his body to his belly. "Well how about this then?" she said, slowly rubbing his erection through his jeans. "Does this prove anything?"

"Damn," he muttered, "I think you're winning -- we can't have that." With that, he pulled her down to kiss him again, and, in one quick, well-calculated movement, rolled them over so that he was on top of her, his erection pressing in between her legs in a way that produced a tingling sensation so intense that Jess almost gasped.

"So," he whispered as he began, agonisingly slowly, to unbutton her fitted shirt with his right hand, his fingers lightly brushing her skin and teasing her as they worked their way towards her breasts. "Do you dare to bare all onstage?"

Between lingering kisses, Jess replied, "Well...only's tastefully...done."

"Yes, that's important," Jake murmured, breathing lightly in her ear, "only if it's in the name of art..."

As the shirt fell open, and Jake broke away from kissing her to look down at her body, his eyes widened and he let out an appreciative wow. Her bra was thin, silky and, to Jake's obvious delight, transparent. His fingers gently caressed her erect nipples through the slippery fabric, and she arched her back and closed her eyes, giving herself up to the pleasure of his touch. He reached behind her with one hand and deftly unhooked her bra. With the fabric now loose, he slowly bent his head as he eased the flimsy fabric down the smooth curve of her perfectly rounded, full breasts, licking her left nipple slowly and teasingly, and gently tracing his fingers over her right breast, wanting to touch and taste everything at once.

Tingling all over and wanting to feel his skin against hers, Jess reached down and began to inch Jake's t-shirt up his body, every action accompanied by the excitement of knowing that this was her best friend, and that it was so wrong but so right and so totally hot that she didn't care about the consequences. "We can't just cater to our male audience you know, the women have paid their money too..." she said as she peeled off the t-shirt, revealing a toned and tanned torso, broad shoulders, and an enticing snail trail of hair leading from Jake's belly button down to the beginning of his low slung jeans.

"You know...the men have paid a lot to see this show," said Jake with a grin. "I think they might need more to keep them interested..." With that, he reached his hands up inside Jess's short denim skirt, and hooked his fingers around the sides of her silky knickers, letting one finger brush her through the fabric, as if by accident, and sending pleasurable shivers coursing through her entire body. "D'you think this would hold their attention?" he whispered as he slowly edged her silk thong down her long, smooth legs.

"If it didn't," Jess smiled, bending her knees and opening her legs wide, "then this definitely would.