Sweatering Chris part1
          
          
I'm generally considered to be quite attractive, and even in high school 
I was aware of how much guys were attracted to me and how  I could use 
that to control and manipulate them.  Most of my  "steady" boyfriends 
were guys my friends were surprised I went out with.  They were not the 
top athletes, but just really nice  guys who were thrilled and thankful 
to have a chance to go out  with someone like me.  I was even the head 
cheerleader, and I KNOW that the cheerleader outfit really drove the 
guys wild.  Our outfit consisted of white tennies, red socks, a short 
white skirt, and a red lambswool turtleneck sweater.  Some of the girls 
liked their sweaters big, but I liked mine tight, and even though there 
was a rule that we had to wear a bra, a couple of the girls - including 
me - usually didn't.  As I'd jump up and down doing my cheers, my boobs 
would bounce around underneath the sweater, and I'd see the guys staring 
at me with their eyes bouncing along with every movement of my breasts.  
They'd almost look hypnotized!

What I liked about the guys I'd let go out with me was how totally 
devoted to me they were.  They'd spend lots of  money on me, take me 
nice places, and do whatever I wanted  basically.   And I should explain 
that when I say "going steady" I  mean that the boys had to agree to go 
out only with  me--while I  was free to go out with other guys.  I  
don't know why, but I just  always liked that kind of  setup.  If I 
found out that one of my  boyfriends had  gone out with someone else, 
I'd dump him in a  second.  They'd learn the lesson fast, and when 
they'd come crawling back begging for forgiveness they'd know to have 
something nice in hand for me - a nice expensive cashmere pullover 
perhaps, or something equally pricey - and they'd know never to even 
hint at dating another girl again as long as I was letting them date me.

I met my husband Chris in college.  With him it was  just like with the 
guys in high school.  He is really smart and very good  looking in kind 
of a boyish (or even girlish) way, but  he's quite small and shy and not  
very athletic, and never was  the kind of guy who was able to date  the 
really  popular girls.  One day I was walking through the library on 
campus wearing a pretty (and very short) blue plaid skirt, penny loafers 
and blue knee socks, and a shetland wool baby blue faire isle sweater 
set.  With my long blond hair and ample figure I was well aware (as 
usual) of boys' heads turning whenever I walked by.  But Chris was 
different.  He actually started to follow behind me from room to room.  
He tried to pretend he was looking for a book or reading if I looked 
back, but even when I went into the stacks I could see he was there.  So 
I decided to confront him.  When I walked up to him he got all flustered 
and red in the face, and started to say he hadn't been following me.  
But I told him I knew he had been, and that I didn't mind.  With just a 
little more encouragement from me, he was soon telling me that I was the 
prettiest girl he'd ever seen, and that he'd never done anything like 
that before, and he was so sorry, but he couldn't help it because I was 
so beautiful, etc. etc.  When I told him he could take me out on a date 
he almost fainted.

Right from our first date I knew Chris was just totally infatuated with 
me.  He was always  telling me  how beautiful I was, he gave me  
unbelievable presents (he took a  part-time job after  we started dating 
just to have enough money to buy me  things), he did most of my school 
work for me (as I   said, he's real smart), and just generally did 
anything  I asked.

Right from the beginning I also knew that  he had a special  "thing" for 
how I looked in sweaters.   He was always asking me to  wear them, and 
he was  always buying me the most gorgeous cashmeres and  lambswools and 
ski sweaters.  I bet the first year  we  dated he bought me two dozen 
sweaters, and he most liked  it when  I'd wear one  without a blouse 
underneath.   But the real clue  that this was more than just liking  
how I looked in them was that  when we had sex he'd  like me to keep 
them on!  He would fondle and kiss my breasts through the sweater, but 
wouldn't  want me to  take it off.  And he was always begging me to put 
on my old high school cheerleaders outfit - but that's something he's 
never gotten to see except in pictures.

 I went steady with Chris for two years in college the same way I  went 
steady with my high school boyfriends.   I told him that if  he wanted 
to go out with me he  couldn't date anyone else but that  I would want 
to date other guys and might even have other "steady"  boyfriends.  So 
he knew that there would be nights when  he was alone while I was out 
partying, and it turned  out that  that there were lots of Friday and 
Saturday  nights when I left  him working on one of my papers for class 
while I went out with  someone else.  And I  always enjoyed the sex I 
had on those dates  the most,  because of the extra thrill I got knowing 
that Chris  (and often one or two other "steadys") were sitting  home 
alone  just because I demanded it of them while I  was out having fun 
and  sex with someone else.  A few times I let Chris know that I was 
wearing my cheerleader sweater beneath my coat, but I wouldn't let him 
see.