by Vivian Ward
She didn’t know that I’d been prison, and she didn’t have to ever know as far as I was concerned. Hell, Curtis said that Kim couldn’t know about it so I knew he wasn’t going to say anything about it. If Kim didn’t have to know, neither did Shay. Nobody had to know a damn thing.
I grabbed my stuff and decided to take a shower. The thought of a shower in a private bathroom sounded like a dream. It had been years since I’d been able to take a shower without a room full of naked men showering around me.
I stripped out of my clothes and stretched long and hard. My body was sore and tired from all the walking I’d done that day. The cold didn’t help things much either. I turned on the hot water and gazed at the steam coming out.
In prison, we had two temperatures in the shower. We had hot, which lasted for the first 30 seconds of the shower followed by the frozen tundra, which is what he had to finish with.
I glanced at myself in the mirror. I looked like hell. My hair was sticking up every which way, my eyes look tired, my facial hair was out of control; I looked like a psychopath.
It’s crazy how I couldn’t get Shay out of my mind. I shook my head when thinking about my chances with her. I doubted I’d be able to have someone like that. As much as it sucked, at least there was a hot shower waiting for me.
I climbed in and put my body under the water. It was hot. The water was basically scalding, but I didn’t adjust the temperature. I adjusted to it pretty quickly and from then, it was enjoyable, even if my skin was going to resemble a lobster when I got out.
I stuck my head under the stream, letting the water run over me. Eventually, the hot water started to get low, causing the shower to cool down on its own. I made sure I scrubbed and cleaned myself before the water got cold.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. As many thoughts that should have been on my mind, I couldn’t think of anything but her. I grabbed my junk and realized that it was already hard.
Hell, it pretty much had been from the moment I laid my eyes on her. I wrapped my hand around my girth and started stroking the length of my dick. I’ve always been proud of my size down there.
When I closed my eyes, however, my giant hand was now her small hand. I imagined her rubbing that hand down my face and to my chest, scratching at my skin with her perfectly manicured nails.
She rubbed along my chest, that sweet laughter that I’d heard earlier echoing in the shower as she looked into my eyes with those perfect brown eyes of hers.
Licking her lips, she reached down and grabbed a handful of me. I could feel that warm hand wrap around my cock, barely fitting her hand around it.
“Nick, you’re so big,” she whispered into my ear, her voice filled with lust and passion.
I couldn’t help but breathe heavy while she slowly pulled on me, making moaning sounds as she went. She put her hand on the base of my cock and moved it all the way up to the tip. Shay applied just the right amount of pressure when she touched me. She stroked me faster, my dick throbbing with each movement.
“You want some of this, don’t you?” she whispered into my ear. “Because I sure as hell want some of that.”
I could feel the excitement building up inside of me. I braced myself as she jerked me off as fast as she could. I came hard, and it was easily the best orgasm I’d experienced since way before I was locked up.
Eventually, the fairy tale was over, and I was forced to open my eyes and face the reality that was before me. Nope, there was no way I was letting her find out about my past. I wanted to find a way to make her mine. I needed to do it in the worst way possible.
Chapter 3
Nick
I slept hard and, when I woke up, there was nothing but the sound of silence surrounding me. At first, I started to freak out, still groggy from being unconscious for so long. In prison, silence was never a good thing. Silence meant something was about to go down.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get a handle on why it was so quiet. There should have been people banging on their bars, yelling at each other and cussing at the guards.
That’s when I remembered I was out of the joint. I was a free man. Immediately after that, my mind turned to Shay.
The sound of her laugh, her eyes, her amazing curves all flooded my memory. I was mesmerized about how seductive her eyes had been, and she didn’t even have to try.
I wanted her to be standing in front me, looking up at me with those eyes. I wanted to see her again. I needed to see her again. It had to happen soon. That day would be perfect. It would have to wait, though. My first full day as a free man was also my first day back to work.
Usually, I’d take a shower first thing in the morning, but since I’d already done that the night before, I got out of bed, got dressed, and met
Curtis out in the kitchen where he had a pot of coffee waiting. I poured a bunch into a thermos, packed a lunch with some stuff from their fridge and we headed out the door and on our way to the construction site.
It had been quite a long time since I’d been on a real job site and I was excited to get out there and work hard. In prison, I was assigned jobs like mopping the floors and washing dishes. It was nice to be outside working with my hands and putting my strength to good work.
I thought we might not get to actually work that day since it was still snowing lightly when we got in the truck. Fortunately, we were starting work on the inside of a retail building, a job that would last for at least a month.
That meant I had at least a guaranteed month of paychecks to look forward to. That would be enough to get me a vehicle and a start on my own place.
Hopefully, the weather would cooperate so we could move on to some of the outdoor work Curtis had told me about. If nothing else, I hoped that he had more indoor jobs on the horizon.
“That was fun to meet Kim last night. And that friend of hers, what was her name? Shay?” I asked Curtis, hoping that my question would sound like me just trying to start some casual conversation.
“Yeah, her name was Shay. Kim was happy to meet you. She said you seemed really nice. She didn’t suspect a thing.”
“That’s good. I’ll be sure to be on my best behavior as long as I’m at your place. So is that other girl around a lot? Why don’t you tell me about her?”
“Okay big guy,” he winked. “Shay is Kim’s best friend. Those girls might as well be attached at the hip as much as they’re together. Anyway, she’s 25 or 26, something like that. She works at a gas station. I want to say she’s the assistant manager, but she’s in some kind of program where eventually, she’ll work her way up to running a whole area of stores.”
“That’s cool. Does she live out in the country by you guys? It sounds like her and Kim have known each other for a while.”
“You sure are asking a lot about Shay. You interested in her or something?”
I looked down at my shoes, trying to act casual but giving myself away at the same time.
“You’re a dog, you know that?” Curtis laughed. “Kim and Shay have known each other since they were in grade school. She does not live in the country, but I know she wants to. She lives closer to St. Paul, which is where she works. She lives by herself. She doesn’t have a roommate. She doesn’t have any pets.”
“A boyfriend?” I shot out, hoping he wouldn’t leave that one out.
“No, she doesn’t have a boyfriend either. Look, man, I know she’s a hottie. I sneak a little look every once in a while. I mean, come on, how could you not? She’s not all looks, though. She’s very intelligent. She’s hilarious. She keeps me and Kim laughing all the time. In all honesty, she’d make a great girl for someone. Really, she’d be a great girl for you but she isn’t looking for a quick fuck or anything like that, and I’m sure with as long as you’ve been locked up, you’re probably looking to get your dick wet.”
If only you knew what I did in your shower last night.
“The thing is,” he continued. “Shay is not easy by any me
ans. I don’t know why exactly, but she kind of closes herself off to people she doesn’t know very well. I’m sure she’s had some pain and heartache in her life but she never discusses it, so I can’t tell you what those were. She doesn’t just let anyone into her life, and that is particularly the case where men are concerned. All I’m saying is that when she’s around, you’re more than welcome to come out and talk with us and even try to get to know her if that’s what you want. Just don’t think you’re going to be getting into her panties anytime soon because that just isn’t going to happen.”
After work that day, I thought about what Curtis had told me about Shay. He was right about the fact that I’d been locked up for a long time and was probably hornier than I’d ever been in my life.
Knowing that I wouldn’t be sleeping with her for a while didn’t deter me, much to my surprise. Instead, it seemed to make me want her even more. It’s hard to find a girl these days who hasn’t given it up to half the neighborhood so to know that she wasn’t a slut was incredibly sexy to me.
I was more than willing to get to know her on a personal level. Hopefully, she’d get to know me and see that I’m not a bad guy. I was all right with that. In fact, that’s what I wanted. I wanted to get to know her and have something real with her.
Although I really wanted to get to know Shay, I was also a man who hadn’t felt the touch of a woman in ages. I needed to get fucked, and I needed to it soon.
Hell, Shay and I weren’t involved with one another. She didn’t even know I was interested so there’s no way that me having a little fun would be wrong at all. It’s not like if she and I were to get involved that she’d find out I had a little fling right before.
“Curtis, where could a guy go to find a good time around here?” I asked not long before we got back to his house.
“You mean a good time as in fun or a good time as in a good time? Oh fuck it, don’t answer that. I know exactly what you mean. There’s a little club right on the outskirts of St. Paul. It’s kind of out of the way and not real easy to find. They’ve got some strippers there that will do almost anything you want if the price is right.”
“What price would be right for these girls?”
“Try this,” Curtis said as he pulled out his wallet and handed me a hundred bucks. “This is my little gift to you. Go out tonight and have some fun. Don’t ever tell my wife about this or I might not get any for five years, and I won’t even be in prison. She’ll just make me wish I was.”
It was weird thinking about going to find a stripper to have sex with. Never in my life had I paid anyone for sex but I didn’t want to deal with the bullshit of getting to know someone. Well, not unless it was with Shay. What the hell, I might as well go and have some fun.
I ate dinner with Curtis and Kim, mostly making small talk until I kept directing the conversation towards Shay. I was able to find out that she lived in an apartment and was even able to charm the name of the apartments out of Kim.
After dinner, I got myself cleaned up before getting dressed and heading out the door. Curtis let me borrow his truck for the evening, letting me know that I’d be working for free for the next several years if I wrecked it.
With the help of a helpful gas station attendant, I was able to figure out where Shay’s apartments were located, and I pulled up in the parking lot a little before 11:00 pm.
I passed the apartment buildings a few times because they looked so much different than any apartments I’d ever seen before. Instead of big buildings with a bunch of apartments in them, these were all sets of four apartments set up side by side.
They were more like attached bungalows than flats. Each unit had a small, individual yard and two parking spots in front of their front doors. There were also places for visitors on the back side of the parking lot. Even though it was after dark, the lot was lit, making it easy to spot her vehicle.
I parked the truck in one the empty visitor spots, turned off the engine and stared at the outside of her apartment. I wondered what she was doing inside at that moment.
All of her lights were turned off except for one.
At that time of night, I figured it was more than likely her bedroom. Perhaps she was performing whatever nightly rituals she had before getting into bed for the evening. Almost as if on cue, the light was extinguished.
Must be time for bed.
Maybe her shift at the convenience store where she worked started early in the morning. I had a feeling she was a good boss to the people working under her. I bet they all really liked her.
Man, I wanted to see her so badly. I leaned my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes, imagining what her room might look like. I thought about what her bed must feel like.
I could picture her all snuggled up under her warm blankets, that gorgeous hair of hers lying across her big, fluffy pillows.
Slowly, she would move one of her hands under the blankets, reaching down with it to rub herself over the top of her panties, allowing a slight sensation to reach her clit.
The feeling would cause her to release a silent moan from her lips. The picture was as clear in my mind as a movie being watched on the big screen in a theater.
Shay slid her hand into her panties, right over a small patch of hair that she kept nicely trimmed, and onto her clit.
Lowering her hand even further, her fingers felt her wetness as she slid them slightly inside of her, making sure they were nicely lubed up. Using her index and middle finger, I imagined her rubbing her clit in an up and down motion, her breathing getting heavier as she spread her legs apart.
She rubbed faster and faster as her orgasm built. As she got off, she yelled out my name, imagining it was me giving her the pleasure she was receiving.
I opened my eyes, smiling at how vivid my imagination was. It was a little too graphic, in fact, because I was hard as a rock. I wanted to have my hands inside of her panties. I wanted to make her cum over and over again.
I wanted to feel how hot she got. I wanted to feel how wet she was. I needed her.
At least, I needed someone. If I couldn’t have her right then, I at least wanted to have someone. I had to be patient in order to be with Shay. I understood that. Until I could make that happen, I’d have to see what was available at the strip club Curtis told me to go to.
Following the directions he had given me, I left Shay’s parking lot and started driving to the strip club. It was right around midnight when I pulled into the parking lot.
The building wasn’t at all what I was expecting. The building was small and run-down looking. It was kind of seedy looking. On second thought, maybe it was exactly what I should have expected.
Inside, there were some low tables set up right against the stage. There were a few random guys spread around, mostly looking uninterested in what was going on around them.
Up on the stage, a worn out looking brunette was shaking her ass to “Talk Dirty to Me” by Poison. The first thing I did was look around the joint, praying that the other girls would be much more attractive than the raggedy woman onstage.
I spotted a redhead talking to a couple men at the bar. She was definitely more appealing but wasn’t quite what I was looking for. I decided to take a seat in the corner so I could sit down and scan my surroundings.
“Aren’t you a big, sexy man?” a voice spoke up after I’d been sitting down for about ten minutes. I started to turn to see who was talking, but she slid into a chair across from me before I had a chance to move.
The brown beauty sitting across from me was a much better match than the other girls I’d seen so far at the club. She had dark hair, dark eyes, and a smaller build with subtle curves.
Now this is what I was thinking.
“You looking for something tonight, darling?” she asked, reaching across the table to place her hand on my shoulder.
I cocked my head slightly and shot her the friendliest smile I could muster.
“I might be. What’s on the menu?” I asked, giving
her a bit of a quizzical look.
She looked around for a bit to make sure there were no other people within earshot of us before bending down and whispering into her ear.
“Whatever it is you want; I can promise you it’s on the menu. All you have to do is tell me what you’d like.”
The stripper slowly sat back down, gazing at me as she waited for an answer.
“It should be pretty obvious what I want,” I told her, not willing to play a bunch of back and forth games.
“Yeah, it is. Come with me.”
She stood up and led me away from the stage and toward the rear of the building. She was moving quickly, and I had to walk fast to keep up.
Even though I’m no stranger to sex, I felt like my nerves were starting to get the best of me. It had been a long time since I’d felt the touch of a woman. Hell, it had been ages since I’d seen a woman without her clothes on.
I felt bubbles in my stomach as I anticipated what I was getting myself into. My cock and balls were aching for release.
I was led into a small room that appeared to be much more high-end than the rest of the club. There was a bed, a chair and an end table with a lamp on it. The room was dark, the dim light from the lamp being the only illumination.
Once I was inside, the stripper closed the door behind me.
“Damn, you’re a big guy,” she told me. “I wonder if the hardware matches the rest of the package.”
I could tell that the girl was just in there to do her job. She wasn’t actually into me, and after we were done, there would be nothing else to do but go our separate ways. She wasn’t in the room to have fun with me or receive any kind of pleasure. To her, it was about nothing but the cash.
I took the $100 bill out of my pocket and sat it down on the end table before taking a seat in the chair. She wasn’t as pretty as I thought she was. In this room, she appeared to be aged. I tried not to think about that. If I could get her to turn the light off, it wouldn’t matter.