by Mia Moore
Mila smirked with an amused smile. “Yeah, it’s kinda weird.”
Tilting her head back towards the patio, Amanda asked, “Did they put you up to this?”
“Hell no!” Mila waved her hands in front of her. “Nobody said anything! I noticed, and decided to ask you entirely on my own.” She tilted her head from side to side. “You know, that whole best friend thing we got going?”
Well, that was a relief at least. Amanda avoided Mila’s eyes for a moment, turning her head taking in the room. “Soooo... what do you suggest I do?”
“Something sexual, anyway.”
Amanda spun her head back and put her hands on her waist. “I’m not ready to fuck anyone, Mila.”
Mila put her hands up again. “No, no no! And I’m so totally not ready to witness you getting your cherry popped!” She heaved a breath. “BUT. I think you should play something with someone else here before you leave is all.” She ran a hand through her now damp and curly long hair. “Look, you had a good time in my car on the way here. Then you gave Josh a blow job and got rattled. I think it would be a smart thing to do to leave here feeling as comfortable about sex as you had been feeling when you walked in.”
Amanda felt in her bones that Mila was right. Well, probably right. More right than wrong, anyway. She took a deep breath. “Okay, maybe your right. What do you suggest?”
Mila’s eyes waggled. “Oh I got some ideas.” She hooked her arm through Amanda’s and they headed back out towards the patio.
“Why does that not surprise me?”
Chapter 17: That Did It!
A few hours later Amanda closed the door to her apartment.
Thank God she didn’t have work tomorrow! Even though she wasn’t very tired, and she needed the down time to process what had happened.
The rest of the time at Josh and Carrie’s went really well.
Really, really well.
She went down on Carrie, bringing her to orgasm. She grinned, because she had oral sex with both halves of a married couple. While the spouse was in the room! She avoided having anything sexual to do with Elena nor Matt. What they had done together in the office at work, then the episode in Mila’s car on the way over was enough. For now.
She grinned evilly. Nevertheless she was pretty sure work was going to have some pretty special and unique perks from here on out!
Mila accomplished her goal for the night. Matt sure as hell put the blocks to her! When they walked to her car to come home, the poor girl was stepping gingerly. And no wonder—Matt was huge.
The finale of the evening, when they made up the daisy chain—lying in a circle on the living room carpet pleasuring one another orally—that was something straight out of a fantasy. She had been between Josh and Carrie. There were a few small orgasms, but it was a really intense bonding experience.
In her bedroom she peeled off her dress and put it back on a hanger. It had been worn so little that evening it didn’t have a wrinkle in it. After kicking off her shoes she headed to the bathroom to take a shower. She wasn’t hungry, and would just trundle off to bed.
As she stood under the stream, she couldn’t help but wonder if tonight had been a lost opportunity? Should she have had sex with Matt or Josh? There was no question that her body was still humming. She had brought herself to orgasm twice in the shower already!
Coming out of the bathroom she spied her computer. Well, she could always go online to 3DXPLAY and get off.
She stopped still. Could you, really? After what happened at Josh and Carrie’s? The game didn’t hold the same allure as it used to.
She sat on the edge of the bed. No. The game was still okay, sort of. But that wasn’t it.
She needed a living, breathing partner. She needed a guy to shove his hard cock up inside of her, and ride his disco stick until he shot a thick creamy load up her pussy.
“Up my cunt,” Amanda said out loud. “Up my hot, wet and tight pussy.” She felt herself blush. “I need a hard cock to fuck my tight cunt. I want to get on my back, spread my legs and get well and truly fucked. Right now!” Her hand had wandered up and was rubbing her clit, sending jolts to her knees.
That did it. She stood up and put her dress and shoes back on.
And called a cab.
Chapter 18: Live And In Person
Stages Nightclub was busy for a Thursday. The dance floor was full, but not elbow to elbow and there were seats at the bar. She glanced around and thought that if she took a table, she might not appear as approachable as if she was sitting at the bar. Hitching a foot on the rail, she hoisted herself up onto one of the seats.
The bartender was an attractive girl probably just 21 and was in front of her pretty quickly.
“You look hot!” she said, putting a coaster down in front of her.
“So do you!” said Amanda. She was a little on the thin side, but was well endowed. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her lime green golf shirt that was embroidered with the club’s name. She was wearing Reeboks and very, very short shorts. Amanda wondered what her pussy would taste like after a hard day’s work and a good soak in a hot tub. She read the name tag—Shelley.
“Well, if you’re not meeting someone here, prepare to meet someone here,” said Shelley. “What can I get you?”
“White wine and soda water.”
“One spritzer coming right up!”
When Shelley returned, she asked, “You want to run a tab?”
“No,” Amanda said, sliding a ten across the bar. “I’ll pay as I go.”
“In case of the need for a fast getaway, huh?” Shelley said with a smile. “When Mr. Right Now shows up, you won’t want to waste time, eh?” She made change and Amanda left it on the bar while Shelley continued to look after other patrons.
She sipped her drink and looked around the bar. It was crowded with couples, damn it. And if not couples, it was wolf packs of three or four guys—no way was she going to hook up with a group of guys! She snickered to herself. Well, not yet anyway!
This was going to be easy. How many Monday’s at work did Mila show up bragging about how she scored on Friday night, and then Saturday night with a different guy? Not to mention all the ready and willing guys she had on her contacts list! That girl could find someone to boff with a text message!
If she could do it, so could Amanda. So there.
Then the Goddess of Hook Up sent her a gift. A guy in his late 20’s, wearing a downright cute mop of curly black hair took the seat next to her and ordered a gin and tonic from Shelley. Who, as she turned, arched an eyebrow at Amanda.
She figured she ought to dive right in. She leaned her elbows on the bar, letting her hooker dress’ neckline plunge as low as it could and said, “Do you come here often?”
Oh shit! The lamest pick up line in the world just came out of her mouth! She gulped.
The guy was nice enough not burst out laughing. This was good. And he seemed to be in decent shape. Not a pumped up stud like Matt had been earlier in the night, but in good enough shape. He turned his head and smiled at her.
“Well, I’ve been here a lot, but I haven’t stopped in for two weeks.”
“Oh? Travelling?” She started to toy with her hair. Shit, she hoped he knew how to close the deal, because she didn’t have a clue. When the guy nodded, she asked, “A business trip?”
He smiled and shook his head no.
Before he could say anything, she jumped right in. “Oh! A vacation? Where’d you go? The Caribbean? Europe? Or did you stay stateside? Las Vegas? Florida?”
He rocked his head back in surprise at her frenzied inquisition, his eyes wide. “Uh… uh…”
“Omygod I love Florida! Did you go there?” She felt like she was outside herself watching this demon woman verbally pin the poor guy in his seat. Shut up Amanda! She stopped speaking and plastered a smile of interested anticipation on her face. Or, at least what she thought was interested anticipation.
“Uh… no! Didn’t go to Florida!” the guy interjected quickly.
“It was Niagara Falls!”
“Ohmygod! I’ve never been! Is it as beautiful as they say? Did you go over to Canada?”
He shook his head no again. He was licking his lips and looking around the bar. “No, not really. Hardly left the hotel at all, to be honest.”
“What? What’s up with that?” She kept her smile, but this guy was starting to sound strange. Why the hell would you go on a trip and stay cooped up in your hotel?
“It was a nice hotel…” he was looking over her shoulder and his eyes flared in recognition and relief. “It was a great place to have your honeymoon, you know?” He popped off his seat, dropped a ten dollar bill on the bar. “Sorry, gotta go!” he said and walked past her.
Honeymoon. Honeymoon??? Shit. She looked over her shoulder at him in his very well fitted jeans walk up to a woman who had just come through the entrance. He took her by the arm and whispered in her ear. She spun around and the woman shot Amanda a look of pure venom. She said something to the guy who replied and they both laughed and left.
She didn’t need to be a lip reader to know that he told her he had just been accosted by a crazy lady at the bar and they needed to bail before she followed them home. Shit. Her face turned scarlet.
She sipped her drink and stared down at the bar’s surface. Shelley returned, cleared Married Man’s glass and wiped his spot down.
“No go with the cute curly haired guy?” she asked.
Amanda rolled her eyes. “Married. Just married.”
Shelley grimaced. “Gleep!” Before she could say anything else, a couple further down the bar and one of the table servers began to clamor for her attention. “Well, stick it out, you won’t have any problem hooking up here, that’s for sure,” she said before scampering away.
Yeah, right. She scanned the crowd to see if any new potentials had arrived.
Damn it, this was harder than she expected! She’s hot, single and ready to get it on with the first acceptable guy who shows up! Isn’t that the dream of every single guy in a place like this? And her standards weren’t too high tonight!
One guy over at the end of the bar refused to meet her eyes. What was his problem? Married too? Or was he gay?
She must have jumped a foot out of her barstool when the meaty, sausage fingered hand gripped her shoulder and a raspy voice said, “Damn, you look hot!”
She spun around to behold the vision of everything wrong with the bar scene. He was older than her father, with thinning hair and a beer belly. He was the only man in the bar wearing gold chains and he had about five of them draped around his neck. A patch of grey fuzz stuck out from the collar of his shirt that matched the fuzz sticking out of his ears.
Amanda’s jaw dropped. Was this some kind of joke?
He smiled, showing a mouthful of nicotine stained teeth and said, “Yeah baby, I’m live and in person!” Her head recoiled from the stench of his breath. “So wahdahya say?”
She had no voice! She couldn’t speak! She hopped off her stool, putting it between them. She scooped her money from the bar leaving a tip for Shelly and ran for the exit.
Chapter 19: On The Beach
She couldn’t get back to her place soon enough. This was a stupid, stupid idea! What the hell was she thinking? Sure, Mila could go to a club, pick up and be in the sack with the cutest guy in place in record time—BECAUSE SHE’S BEEN DOING IT FOR YEARS!
Okay, bad idea; lesson learned. She’d ask Mila about the nuts and bolts of this sort of thing tomorrow. Or next week. Or next century.
Argh!
Letting herself into her apartment, she knew that there was one form of sex she was good at anyway. She’d take her laptop to bed and take care of business the usual way.
Damn it.
She didn’t bother to go through her ritual of dressing and all that stupid stuff this time. She put her headset on, checked the batteries in her vibrator and woke up her laptop. She logged into 3DXPLAY and went to her favorite spot by the beach.
It was pretty crowded tonight, she saw from the ‘eagle eye’ view of the board. She hovered her cursor over the avatars of various male players, and let out a small cheep of pleasure. Greg238 was there! Her assignation with him last week was good… really good. She hadn’t changed her avatar from the last time she logged on as Venus.
She hoped he remembered her, and immediately felt stupid for thinking that. This was just an online game, for Pete’s sake!
Wasn’t it? She blew out a huff of air. Never mind.
She guided her mouse over to where he was standing and started up a chat window and ping’d him. At the same time, she deleted the nine chat requests that had filled her screen.
Greg238 had been standing by the beach bonfire as she walked over. He had a hand in one pocket of his denim shorts and was holding a drink in the other hand. He spun to face her when she hit the send button on the chat request and smiled.
“Hey, Venus,” he said. “It’s great to see you here.”
Now that was the way to start a conversation with someone; virtual world or real world. Amanda smiled and replied.
“Thanks, that’s sweet. It’s great to see you too.” Venus winked. “Nice shorts.”
Greg’s eyes crinkled. “Nice shoes. My older sister told me to always compliment a woman on her shoes.”
“Did she also tell you to give away your secrets? It kind of loses something when you admit upfront that you’re giving me a canned line you know.” Venus was smiling though when she said it.
Greg’s head rocked from side to side. “Maybe, maybe not. What I lose for in originality, I’m hoping to make up in authenticity?”
Venus reached out and lay a hand on his chest. He was wearing a t-shirt that had some sports team name on it. “Well, that’s a plan. You get high marks for planning, how’s that.”
Greg’s face blossomed in a laugh. “Hahahaha. Fair enough.” He pointed to a space that was open around the bonfire. Sparks from the flaming driftwood danced in the night air, rising towards a perfect sky, filled with stars. “Want to sit by the fire?”
That was a bit of a surprise. Usually, and even the last time she was with him online, they got down to business pretty quickly. She hesitated.
“I mean,” said Greg, “it’d be nice to get to know you a little better. But if you would just rather…”
Venus plopped down in the sand. “It’s beautiful how they have the sparks dance up towards the stars, isn’t it?” she said. When he sat beside her, she took his hand.
“Have you ever been to a beach bonfire in the real world?” he asked.
“Oh sure. I live on the shore of one of the Great Lakes. Beach bonfires are pretty much a required activity when you’re in high school. LOL”
“You do? Which one?”
“Lake Erie.”
“No kidding! I do too!”
“Small world,” Amanda thought silently for a minute.
“Who knows? Maybe we’ve already met in the real world then. Or maybe we will one day?” said Venus. She’d just throw that out there and see what happens. Wasn’t he the guy who said something about Karma the first time they got together in this game? Karma blessings or something? Let’s see how Karmic this becomes.
“Wouldn’t that be ironic?” Greg replied.
“Sure would. This game has players from all around the world.” Venus lifted her hand. “But it would be a head trip to meet someone in real life you knew from here… meeting someone you mind fucked in this game, and THEN go out for coffee? I think THAT would be ironic, don’t you?”
Greg nodded. Neither of them sent any messages to each other for a few moments, and funnily enough, the silence didn’t bother Amanda. She saw Greg’s head drop and rise in a nod and he turned to her.
“What’s your favorite color?” he asked.
Whaaat? “Uhhh… I’m not sure. I haven’t been asked that since I was in the fifth grade or something.”
“Well, that’s a start. What was it back then?”
“Pink
! What else would you expect a little girl’s favorite color to be?”
“Haha. My sister’s was purple!”
“OMG! I loved purple too!”
“Do you still?”
Amanda hesitated. Where the heck was this leading up to? She tapped the side of her cheek in thought. “Yeah, I guess I do. But you wouldn’t know that to look at my wardrobe.” Amanda glanced at her closet. “I doubt I have a single item of clothes that’s purple.”
“Why’s that, if you like the color?”
Amanda chewed her lip for a moment. “Because when I started my job, they did a color analysis of me, and purple wasn’t mentioned.” Great, now he’s going to ask where does she work, and all that stuff, and she’s going to have to pretend she’s interested in what he does and all that stuff. Even so… what does he do for a living?
She smirked. Probably is 15 years old and lives in his mother’s basement!
“But YOU like the color.”
“Yeees.”
“Isn’t that good enough? To like it, I mean? I mean, if you like what you’re wearing, won’t you… I don’t know… wear it well or something like that?”
“Wear it with confidence.”
“Yeah! That’s it!”
Well, he was no fifteen year old, that was for sure. She sat back and thought for a moment.
“What state do you live in, Greg?” asked Venus.
“Ohio.”
The silence went on for what felt like hours. As she drummed her fingers on the mattress beside her, she knew, just knew he was doing the same. In one of retail sales training videos they had to watch, when you were really close to having a customer decide on an expensive item, one of the suggestions was to just shut up after you went through your spiel. The phrase they used to describe that critical moment was ‘She who speaks first, loses’.
Bullshit. He might just be shy. Or better yet, he might just be a gentleman.
“Greg?” Venus asked. “You live in Black Rapids, don’t you?” She watched his face on the computer screen. Again, he nodded.