by Amy DeMeritt
With a sense of urgency, she trails sucking kisses down my torso. When she’s laying between my thighs, she pulls my underwear off. She glides the full length of her tongue over me once to sample my taste, flashes me an adorable grin, and dives back in. She continues to watch me while she works her mouth over me to bring me to climax. I run my hand over her head and pull her in more so her entire mouth is pressed against me so she increases her pressure and speed.
After I cum, I lift her up to lay on top of me. While hovering above my face, she brushes her fingers through my hair with a sad look.
“You didn’t make any noises. Did you finish?”
“I did, but I don’t make noises.”
“How come?”
“I don’t know. I never have. It doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it though.”
“Should I not make noises?”
“Don’t you dare hold those in. They’re one of my favorite things in the world.”
She laughs a little and kisses my lips. “Ok, good because I don’t think I can hold them in. When will I get to see you again?”
“When would you like to see me?”
“As soon as possible.” She blushes and releases a cute giggle as she lays her forehead on my chest. “Oh, god, that probably sounded so desperate and pathetic.”
I lift her head and run my fingers through her soft brown hair. “You never have to worry about that with me. Your needs are a huge turn on for me. I think it’s incredibly sexy and beautiful.”
“I have a big meeting after school on Monday. Can I come over afterwards?”
“I’ll be looking forward to it.”
With a serene smile, she lays her head on my chest and releases a happy content sigh.
Chapter Eight
I walk out to my deck with a beer in hand to just relax while I wait for Janae and our friends, and I come face to face with Carrie’s ass in the air. She’s standing on a yoga mat in the lawn, just about thirty feet away, and she’s dressed in a pair of skin-tight gradient lime green and white leggings that reach mid-calf and only a sports bra on top.
She slowly straightens up, and then bends down into another pose towards her right side. I lick my lips and swallow hard as my clit starts hammering between my thighs. Her curvy thighs and ass look incredible in those damn pants. Whoever invented yoga pants is an evil genius. Goddamn.
I sit down on the bottom step of the deck with my elbows on my knees so I can watch while I drink my beer.
After she repeats the same move on her other side, she lays on her back. She lifts her legs and extends them towards her shoulders, keeping them straight, but open wide. Her arms are extended above her head and I can tell she’s engaging her core to keep her back and hips flat on the ground.
“What the hell is your roommate doing?”
I look up startled, and then smile as I scoot over so Trish, my friend and employee, can sit next to me.
“Yoga.”
She runs a hand through her short curly hair and takes a sip of beer with a cocky smile.
“Does she know you’re watching?”
“I don’t think she has noticed yet.”
“You’re wishing she wasn’t a tenant so you can fuck her, aren’t you?”
“Yoga.”
She releases a small chuckle and takes another sip of beer. Trish is kind of like me. She likes to sleep around, but she’ll actually get into relationships sometimes, if the right girl comes along. She has curly brown hair she keeps short but not as short as I keep mine along the sides. Her earlobes are gauged to the size of quarters and her right eyebrow is pieced. She has a few tattoos on her arms and back and several small trendy tattoos on her fingers. She’s a pretty butch.
“Since you’re not going to, can I hit that?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because, I have to live with her. She has enough mood swings I have to deal with without her getting mad at me because of relationship problems with one of my friends. Besides, I think she’s straight. She has only been with men and she has never made any comments that indicate she likes women.”
“That doesn’t mean shit. What kind of vibe do you get from her?”
“A confusing one. The girl is just odd.”
She laughs and licks her lips before taking a gulp of beer. “Maybe, but she’s hot. Some knife play would be so hot right now. You know, just slice a slit down the crotch and just fuck her while she’s in those pants.”
I smile, but I don’t comment, even though I was actually thinking the same damn thing. I just can’t voice something like that. For one, she’s my tenant, so I need to behave. But I also try not to get into conversations like that – discussing what I would or want to do to a woman. It seems too degrading or disrespectful. I give sex pointers to people all the time, or I’ll admit I want a woman that way, but details should stay between me and the woman I’m hooking up with.
Carrie moves into another position with her ass facing us and her torso laying on the ground, which causes Trish to release a long quiet moan.
“She has to know we’re watching her. Why the fuck does she keep putting her ass in our faces?”
“Watch this.”
I release a loud wolf whistle, and Carrie jumps about five feet as she spins around, and then stumbles backwards. I laugh hard, and Trish releases a small laugh as she waves at Carrie, who looks really angry. She grabs her mat and cellphone, which is playing some weird instrumental music, then storms over towards us. She shoves my shoulder, pushing me out of the way so she can get up the steps, and spits, “Jerks.”
“Hey, wait.”
She stops and spins around to face me with a hand on her hip as I stand up.
“What?”
“You looked good out there. Like, you actually know what you’re doing.”
“That’s because I do. Why are you just sitting here watching me like a perverted creep?”
“I’d like to restate the fact that you looked good out there, as my answer. Is that acceptable?” Her lips curl into a small smile, but she quickly wipes it off and narrows her eyes at me. “Anyway, Carrie, this is Trish. She’s a friend, and one of my best software engineers. She’s coming to the club with us tonight.”
“I’m not going.”
She starts to walk away, but I jump forward and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her back. She squirms in my arm and spins to smack the top of my chest with an angry scowl.
“Get off of me.”
“Why aren’t you coming with us? Just because I was watching you do your yoga?”
“Yes. I’m not some private show for to you get off on.” I release a small laugh, which earns me a light smack on the cheek and a glare. “It’s not funny. You violated me.”
“Maybe you violated me by putting yourself on display like that in my yard. I just came out here to relax, but then had your ass thrust up in my face.”
“Don’t you even try to twist this. You could have gone back inside.”
“How can you be upset with me for watching when you want to be a yoga instructor? You’re going to have a shit ton of people watching you then, and I’m sure at least half of them are going to have impure thoughts while they watch you.”
Her eyebrows raise in a challenging way and she crosses her arms over her chest, as she asks, “You had impure thoughts of me?”
“You drive me crazy.”
“You drive me crazy.”
“Well, now that we have that settled, you better get your ass ready to go out because you’re not getting out of this.”
“You get on my nerves.”
Without waiting for my response, she storms into the house, leaving Trish and me alone on the deck. Trish laughs as she walks over to sit on a chair.
“That girl wants you.”
“Shut up, no she doesn’t. She can barely stand me.”
“Hey, jerks, people are here.”
Carrie disappears back inside again, and Trish laughs hard, as she a
sks, “You think she heard us?”
“I don’t know. You better watch it tonight. I swear, if you cause me more problems with her, I’m kicking your ass.”
“I’ll do my best, but you know I have a weakness for a nice ass, and that girl looks like my inner pervert sculpted her.”
“Inner pervert? Are you anything else?”
“I like to think I have a thin layer of restraint just on the outside.”
“Well, you’re just lying to yourself.”
We walk into the living room and find Janae and Jill sitting with three other friends – Bree, Avril, and Stephanie.
“Hey, honey.”
Jill hops up and wraps her arms around the back of my neck as she presses her lips against mine. She pulls me into a real kiss, but Janae hops up and smacks Jill on the ass, making Jill release me with a giggle.
“Uh oh, your boss saw that.”
“Yeah, you better behave so you don’t get us in trouble.”
Jill gives me a cute grin with a wink before she sits back down on the couch. Janae pushes me down on the chair to sit on my lap and pulls my arms around her.
“What did you do to Carrie?”
“Watched her doing her yoga.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah. She said I violated her by watching.”
All of them laugh, and Jill says, “Tonight is going to be so much fun with that girl. We have to get her a lap dance – like a really good lap dance.”
“Yeah, we’re not leaving there till she gets one.”
Janae turns on my lap some to face me better and pinches my side with a smile.
“You need to go get dressed so we can leave.”
“Ok, boss.”
When I get to my room, I pull out a nice black V-neck short sleeve shirt from my closet and a pair of soft dark gray slacks. I lay them on the bed, but then pick them back up and pick up two pieces of torn paper. I piece them together and laugh hard. It’s a bad drawing of a strap-on torn in half, with “Jerk” written in the bottom corner.
I postpone the task of getting dressed and I walk upstairs to Carrie’s bedroom. I knock twice and she quickly opens the door with a perturbed pout on her face. She’s already dressed in a pair of teal capris and a cute satin white tunic blouse.
“What?”
I hold up the pieces of paper and her lips curl into a proud smile. “What are you trying to tell me here? Do I need to worry about you ruining my next fuck session?”
She laughs and shoves my chest, pushing me backwards while she tries to close the door. I hold the door open and take a step inside the room, which makes her cheeks blush. She takes a step backwards while crossing her arms over her chest and her pout returns to her face.
“I’m sorry.”
She looks genuinely shocked, and asks, “What?”
“I’m sorry I violated you. That wasn’t my intention. I just… I don’t know. You looked good. It was interesting to watch.”
“Why did you have to watch with that girl?”
“She showed up after I had sat down. If she hadn’t been there, you wouldn’t be mad at me?”
“I don’t know.”
“Am I allowed to watch another time?”
“Maybe.” I smile and her pout curls upwards into an adorable happy grin. “Are you going like that?”
“No, I’m going to get dressed. So, are we good?”
“Yeah.”
She surprises me as she leans in to hug me. She lays her head on my chest and grips my ribs, holding me tightly.
“Hug me back, you weirdo.”
I laugh and wrap my arms around her. “Is this better?”
“Yes.” She suddenly pulls back and pushes me away. “Go away now. I need to finish getting ready.”
“Ok, I’ll see you downstairs.”
I quickly get dressed, spritz myself with cologne, and brush my teeth again. I just showered an hour ago, so my hair is still perfect. After I gloss my lips, I grab a stack of twenties, my wallet, my phone, and my car keys.
When I return to the living room, Carrie is sitting next to Jill looking very nervous and out of place.
“Is everyone ready?”
They hop up, and Janae pats the bulge in my front right pocket with a giggle.
“That’s a thick stack of money, honey. How many lap dances do you plan on buying tonight?”
“At least one for each of us. I could save some money if you would just do the honors for me.”
Janae smiles as she leans in and kisses my lips. “Let’s go, my dirty little freak. I’m starving.”
I take Janae’s hand and lead everyone outside. After setting the alarm and locking up, we split up in two vehicles. Janae, Jill, and Carrie are with me. While, Bree, Avril, and Stephanie are with Trish.
While I drive, Janae holds my hand in both of hers on her lap and traces my fingers and short fingernails with the pad of her thumb.
“What are you doing Monday night?”
“I have an arrangement planned with Lindsay. Why?”
“Oh, right, the teacher. Ok, we’ll go another night. There’s a new Italian restaurant I want to go check out. It’s supposed to be amazing.”
“I’ll just reschedule with Lindsay.”
Janae smiles and leans across the center console to kiss my cheek. “No, we’ll do it another night.”
“But…”
She playfully smacks my chest with a happy smile, and lays her head on my shoulder while saying, “Don’t argue with me.”
“Ok, boss.”
Chapter Nine
With Janae’s arms looped through one of my mine, we walk into the strip club and my face immediately spreads into a huge smile. I feel like I just walked into a candy shop. Stilts is a very classy up-scale strip club, bar, and restaurant. The hostesses, waitresses, and dancers are all dressed in sexy lingerie, either one-piece or two-pieces but mostly two-piece outfits and most of them wear thongs. All of them wear at least three-inch-high heels, making their legs look incredible and longer, which is why the place is called Stilts – the long sexy legs.
Carrie suddenly grips my arm with both of her hands, and I almost laugh because of the terrified expression on her face. I just smile and take her hand in mine to walk to the hostess stand.
In a seductive coo, and with a naughty grin, the hostess says, “Good evening, my beauties. Would you like a private table or a table by the dance floor?”
“A private table, for now, thank you.”
“Sure thing, stud.”
She gives me a cute grin and a wink as she turns to grab menus for us. While she leads us to our table, she walks with a very deliberate switch in her hips, causing her small naked amber honey tanned ass to rock from side to side with just a pop of jiggle in her cheeks that causes my mouth to salivate. Every so often, she glances over her shoulder at me and grins when she sees I’m staring at her ass.
The table is sectioned off with high wrap around booth seating in a U-shape and with high walls with slats that look like headboards. The booths are lined in black leather, and the table is black with such a high gloss that it’s reflective.
Everyone takes a seat, and as I’m getting ready to sit next to Janae, the hostess holds up the menus, blocking me.
“Are you seriously going to walk by me like you don’t remember me?”
I lick my lips with a grin and lean in to whisper in her ear, “Oh, I definitely remember you, Georgia. You’re too damn sexy to forget.”
She gives me a very naughty smile, looks side to side to see if any employees are around, and then leans in to kiss me. She presses her body against mine and I glide a hand up her thigh and grip her ass. She releases a small moan, making me smile. I deliver a firm smack to her cheek and she moans again.
As she pulls back, she quietly says, “I’m going to come get you when it’s my break.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
I smile and lick my lips as she walks away and I see my handprint I left on her beau
tiful ass.
I pass out the menus she had slapped against my chest as she walked away, and as I sit down, Janae pinches my side with a small laugh.
“Dirty little freak.”
“Good evening.”
We look up to see our waitress standing at the head of our table wearing a pretty smile and next to nothing else. Her bra barely covers anything more than her nipples, and her underwear is basically two inches of fabric that just covers her groin. Her breasts look like small melons, and her stomach is flat with a line of definition down the center. Her legs and arms are long and trim, with just a bit of roundness to her upper thighs.
“Good evening, indeed.”
She gives Trish a smile and a wink before looking around the table with a grin like she’s trying to decide which one of us she wants to play with first.
“So, what can I get you beautiful ladies to drink? All shots are half price till seven o’clock.”
After everyone else orders a drink, Janae squeezes my arm, asking, “What are you drinking?”
“Whatever you want.”
“We’ll take two maple whiskeys straight up.”
“Coming right up. Anything else I can get for you? Or anyone I can get for you?”
“Yes. You see Carrie, there?” I point to Carrie, who is blushing bright red and slumps in her seat next to Jill. The waitress gives her a kind understanding smile before she looks at me again, waiting for me to continue. “This is her first time. We’d like to give her the royal treatment tonight.”
“I know just who you need. She’ll be with you shortly, sweetheart.”
Carrie stands up and moves to sit on my other side. She loops her arm through mine and I can feel she is trembling. I pull my arm loose and wrap it around her shoulders.
“Are you ok? You’re shaking.”
“Why did you bring me here?”
“To show you a good time.”
“Why are you making me do this?”
“I don’t want you to feel like you’re being forced into something. Would you like to just watch first and see if it’s something you might like?”