/lit/ - Literature

>>20861949
Women are the greatest work of art known to men when the women are fictional.

"So you're only sixteen, huh? I thought you looked a lot older than that." That was a lie. She knew the boy was young. That's why she approached him. "Have you ever had a beer before, young boy?", she asked teasingly, standing in front of an open fridge.
"My dad let me have a sip of his, once", the boy replied in an almost deadpan voice with a hit of uncomfortableness. This young woman, about four or five years older than him, was quite hospitable - too hospitable.
"Had my first beer about a month ago, when I turned twenty-one. Why don't you try one?"
"Uhm, I'm not old enough to-"
"A little sip won't hurt. When you have to go back home to your mommy I can drive you, and you can pick up your car tomorrow." She reached in the fridge for a can of beer next to a jug of apple juice. The "apple juice" was slightly off-color from what one might buy in the store, and the can she grabbed was already opened. The young woman sat down next to the teenage boy on the couch, who was staring at the near-mute television with false intent. She took a swig of the beer then held it out for the boy. "Here, try some." Not only was the boy nervous with the questionable legality of drinking alcohol at his age, he also didn't want to drink from the same can as someone else. Regardless, he was aware of how predatory his situation was and knew that cooties from sharing a drink would be the least amount of cooties he would get in the next hour. Hesitantly, he grabbed the can and slowly took a sip. The liquid had such a strong taste that he almost reflectively spit it out, but he forced it down anyways while his body cringed.
"When they said beer tasted like piss, I didn't think it literally tasted like piss!", the boy disgustingly exclaimed. The woman giggled.
"Keep drinking it, you'll get used to the taste." She took the can from the boy and held it up to his mouth. He wanted to say he had enough, but the young woman was so nice to him before he didn't have to heart to tell her no, so the boy kept sipping as the woman held the drink to his head. Even if this special cocktail had only half the alcohol content as normal canned beer, the teenage boy with no tolerance started to be visibly dizzy. "Oh, it looks like you drank too much." The woman chugged what was left in the can then put her arm around the boy to keep him upright. Her other arm slid down into her pants and she pushed her bosom against the boy's body. Even through the disorienting drunkness the boy was clearly uncomfortable. He wanted to go home now. It didn't matter if this lady was so nice to him.
"Hey, uh-"
Before he could start his sentence the woman moved her arm that was around him to cover his mouth, and pressed her chest harder against his body.
"Didn't your mommy teach you manners? I was nice to you, you should be nice to me." She took her hands that were in her pants, reached up under his shirt, and led her slimy fingers down his chest and stomach, before starting to unzip the boy's pants.

We should reward young boys who read books with sex from girls. Of course they shouldn't be rewarded if they speed-read schlock books. Rather they should only be rewarded if they read classics or other worthwhile books, and then be tested on their ability to retain the information and cum to their own conclusions about what they read. Boys who show good reading comprehension with notable books should get first pick of the girls they want to fuck, while the more illiterate boys choose last. Or maybe it should play out like a striptease, where if the boy answers a question correctly his hot teacher takes off another piece of clothing, but if he gets too many questions wrong he blows his chance at getting sex and is left blueballed.

I love anime girls so fucking much. A near-perfect version of man's most carnal desire. The only thing missing from anime girls is their existence in the real world.