I didn’t care, though, all I wanted was a drink. “What’s a girl got to do to get a drink?”
A glass of champagne appeared at my side. I downed it, using the alcohol to clear out the cum in my mouth. I asked for a hot towel to wipe myself off. After a moment of peace, Brian started grabbing my breasts.
“Is my little math slut having a good time?”
“Yes, I never knew how much I loved cock.”
He pulled me on top of him. My raw lips took in his member and I began rotating my hips. He pulled me toward his chest. He smiled a strange smile. Something was about to happen, but I couldn’t imagine what. Then, I felt something slippery drip down my ass. A hand rubbed the substance over my asshole, putting in a finger quickly. More of the liquid poured onto my asshole, then I felt two fingers in me. I liked the feeling. I groaned from the extra stimulation, already close to cumming again. A few seconds went by, then I felt something thicker press into me. The thought of two cocks inside me made me wetter than ever before. I reached back and spread my cheeks for whoever was trying to fuck my asshole. Brian looked at me strangely, almost like he regretted bringing me here. I didn’t dwell on it. I was ready to have my first anal experience. The cock slid into me, sending a sharp pain through my body. He started to thrust. My groans became more animalistic.
“It’s too much. Shit, too much!”
They asked if I wanted to stop.
“No, don’t stop, I want it so bad. Fuck me, fuck me.”
Brian pulled me down for a kiss, but nothing registered beyond the mind-blowing stretching of my pussy and ass. I felt myself open my holes more and more as they thrust. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt a string of drool down my chin. I was an animal, surrendering fully to the pleasure. The pressure built more and more until I finally came. At first no sound came out, then I screamed in ecstasy. I blacked out for a second, letting the pleasure take over my body. They continued to pound me until they both came inside my pulsating holes.
I don’t remember much after that. I woke up covered by a soft blanket in the corner of the room with my clothes folded next to me. Brian left my payment there, too. A note from the other brothers sat on top of my dress, filled with more money. I guess I was the main event for Brian’s bachelor party.
I decided right then and there that I wanted to do this for the rest of my life. I took a cab to the administration office and promptly dropped out of Yale. When my mom asked me why I’d done it, I said that after crunching the numbers I’d make more money outside of academia. She asked what I’d chosen instead. I smiled and said, “I’m a different kind of teacher.”
I flew to Seattle a week later and found a job stripping at a club specializing in the “good girl gone bad” image. I spent my nights dancing with men fawning over me. I’ll never not be surprised at the amount men are willing to pay for sex. For just $300 more, they could spend the night with me in a private room—they got a discount for a group. I never got to thank Brian for exposing me to my passion, but I thought of him almost every day. If only he knew where his little math scholar ended up.
Epilogue
Three years later, Brian divorced his wife. He couldn’t stop thinking about Shelley and how he corrupted her. At first he thought it was because of the pre-wedding jitters, but after the divorce he quickly realized his feelings for his old math tutor. Her kindness stayed with him, growing into something he could only identify as love. He took a hard look at his life. All around him, he noticed corruption. His job at the embassy was just a placeholder position. He didn’t actually do anything. His wife’s father owned the construction company his father used to build bridges, but after several of them collapsed, an investigation proved they skirted safety precautions in favor of cheaper materials. They were jailed days later. Brian decided to start over. He filed for divorce, moved to Seattle, and started working in an office. Anything to get away from his old life.
He found friends at work. One of them, Stan, was about to get married, so they decided to go out and celebrate at a strip club. Stan offered to pay for Brian, so he went along. When he got inside, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Dancing on stage was Shelley. His heart leapt to his throat. All these years later, he still thought she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He tried to find her after his divorce, but no one knew where she went. He found her old roommate, but all she knew was that Shelley dropped out without saying anything, then left a week later.
She walked over to their table and offered Stan a dance. Her eyes landed on Brian.
“Brian? Is that you?”
He gulped. “Hey, Shelley.”
“You two know each other?” Stan said, a little miffed that Brian caught the attention of his dancer.
“I was his math tutor in college,” she said with a smile. “Then he showed me a good time, and I never looked back.”
Story Thirty-Eight
Chapter One
There’s always that one guy, that one guy who is dreamy and would make any woman fall at his feet. That guy for me was Nathan. I’d fallen at his feet sort of and was on that crucial first date, so I watched every single move he made. Like the swirling of his tongue on a bobbing ice cube while he sipped his drink and wanting it to be swirling somewhere else did nothing but stir the innermost sensations and thoughts of, I want him.
Nathan had taken me to a place which had good food, fine wine, or at least fine whiskey and beers, and a place to dance. Nathan might have been the ideal guy to drool over but he indeed wasn’t what you’d call a dancer, and he apologized as he stepped on my toes more than a couple of times.
I didn’t mind because I was msade of tougher stuff than that and I was busy looking into his powder-blue dreamboat eyes. For first dates it was pretty much a roaring success, apart from that moment when we arrived back at my place, and he considered being the gentleman or the guy who whisked me off my feet and ravaged the hell out of me on my couch.
I opted to be ravaged, and I still buzzed from grinding my hips against him on the dancefloor. I was in heat and feeling all horny when Nathan dropped the bombshell, opting for the gentlemanly peck on the cheek and leaving me wanting and, worst of all, wet.
To start with I’d taken Nathan as the bad boy type but when we’d been alone he was a little reserved, and at the end of the night he was too reserved for my liking. I could have gone for the tough girl routine and made a pass, but that might have scared him off, and I’d never have got to see the bulge in his pants which kept my attention while we danced.
That’s how it goes sometimes, and there we were standing on the sidewalk with him grinning through his rugged features and giving that boy next door appeal. He finally dropped my fingers and walked two steps backward before raising his hand slightly.
“Goodnight,” he said.
It could have been a better night, never mind a good night.
“You are coming to the party later in the week?”
You try and stop me, and you try and stop me keeping my hands off you.
“I am if you’re asking,” I replied with that Southern girl charm.
“I’ll pick you up around nine,” he replied. He nodded and then turned, and I stood, watching him walk away with his hands stuffed into his pockets.
At that moment he didn’t appear to be a bad boy, and I guessed that was the image everyone else gave him, and he went along with it. Needless to say, I sighed a few times as he walked into the darkness and then I made my way into my apartment. Alone.
Paint drying was faster than the day of the party, and no matter how many times my eyes fell on the clock, it wouldn’t move any faster. It’s typical that when you want something time moves at a snail pace.
Time flies when you’re having fun, but they never say it moves at a snail’s pace when you’re not.
I’d set myself a mission, and that was to coax the bad boy out of Nathan and get him to give me the attention I craved, and crave I did, in a big way. I was as hungry as a lioness who needed f
eeding some big meat. Nathan’s big meat in fact.
Every part was meticulously planned and prepared. From the neck down I was as bald as the day I was born. My legs were silky smooth, and not a single stray hair got in the way of my sheer black stockings sliding softly up my legs. I considered a suspender belt as the sexiest way to go, but then changed my mind and opted for holdups because I’d got the hottest little soft leather skirt which barely covered the cheeks of my ass, and if that wasn’t enough to get Nathan’s blood pumping, then maybe the midnight-blue thong I wore would.
Next was the top half, and my breasts got a little bit of detail. I dipped the tip of my finger in my rouge and ran it around my areola to give them a bit of definition. Not that they needed a definition because the lacy blank cropped top I wore didn’t only bare my navel, but if you looked hard enough, but not too hard, both of my nipples were clearly visible through the Trishl embroidered lace.
Four-inch heels finished off my ensemble, and I stood looking at my efforts in the mirror. Soft leather on bare sensitive skin, and if Nathan knocked on the door, I’d be tossing him on the bed and hitching my skirt up and getting what I deserved before we even hit the party.
What man could ever turn this down?
I cupped my breasts, and my nipples rubbed against the lace and quickly budded. It was a good start, and it was going to be a very different night indeed.
I was ready, and I was eager, and to say I stood peering out of the window ten minutes before Nathan arrived would make me appear keen. I was anxious, and it was more like fifteen minutes I stood looking out of the window. It was a woman’s prerogative to be late, but I wasn’t feeling like a woman. I felt like a huntress.
The car headlights stopped, and Nathan honked as I peered over the window ledge. He stood below, looking up and waving. I waved back and held up my hand to signal five minutes. I calmly walked around and picked up my things and keys and then headed downstairs.
“Wow, you’re hot,” he commented.
I giggled and twirled to show off my sexy outfit, and what was under my outfit. The cool breeze wafted under my skirt and sent tiny bumps over the peachy skin of my ass cheeks.
Like the gentleman he was, and not the one I wanted him to be, he held the car door open, and as I slid into the passenger seat, my skirt could do nothing but hitch itself further up my leg.
Nathan climbed in and grabbed hold of the steering wheel. His head turned, and he looked at my bare legs. My knees parted a little, just a little and…
“You should cover yourself up, you might get cold.”
Chapter Two
We arrived at the house where the party was at, and Nathan parked. The front lawn was full of empty paper cups and plenty of partygoers who looked like they’d been here for a couple of hours. If Nathan’s eyes were fixed on my shapely form, there were plenty of other guys who checked me out while we walked up the path. It wasn’t precisely nerves which sent shivers up my spine; it was the fact my thong was inching its way between the lips of my pussy while I walked seductively yet normal. That’s what high heels did for you; they made you strut in a certain way, and the path to the front door was like my catwalk.
I could feel the eyes burning into me, and it excited the hell out of me, but because we’d only just arrived, I didn’t want to get too washed away in my inner feelings.
“You want a drink?” Nathan asked.
“Sure as hell I do,” I replied, licking my lips to add that little extra shine to my lipstick.
We slipped into party mode, and I spotted a couple of girls I knew, so I did what girls do and went over to talk and then we danced a little. A girly dance while we each commented on what the other girls and we were wearing. Nothing bitchy, but as always, none of the other girls looked as nice as us.
I stood with my back to the throng of people who were dancing, close to finishing my drink when I felt a pair of hands on my waist. I noticed the music mellowed and it was a slow number.
Nathan?
I turned to find another guy urging me to dance. It was a party after all, so why not? He led me to the corner of the room out of the light, and he turned into Mr. Octopus, his hands all over me. From my waist, he managed to slip his hand up the rear of my skirt and cup the cheek of my ass. He turned out to be pretty full on and although it could have been a turn-on flashing my bare ass in public, I refrained and turned us, so my back was up against the wall so to speak.
The second song started, and instead of going through the entire thing again, I whispered in his ear and raised my hand like I was being called.
“Thanks, but I’ve got to go. My boyfr…”
I dashed from the corner of the room and quickly dived into the kitchen, where Nathan stood with a beer in hand having a heated discussion about basketball.
Typical men!
If it weren’t an accident, you’d have thought I’d planned it. I pulled open the freezer door for ice when someone said my name and I turned my head. The tray fell to the floor, and I quickly found ice and four-inch heels didn’t mix very well. Not wanting to slip and go ass over head I squatted and began picking up the cubes.
“Let me help you,” Nathan’s friend Ethan said.
If I’d thought about it, I would have grabbed the dustpan and made everything appear okay. Not thinking to start, I quickly came to realize Ethan stared between my legs because my skirt had ridden up around my waist, and the string of my thong was clearly visible as it was wedged between the lips of my pussy.
“Thanks,” I said. My face flushed because I knew he could see pretty much everything and he was having a free show. My heart raced, and he must have thought I was holding my squatting stance on purpose. I’d actually frozen while everything ran through my mind.
“The pleasure’s all mine,” he replied.
No shit!
He stood and held his hand out to help me stand. I did, and averted my eyes, even though I felt the rush of having him peek up my skirt rushing through my veins. If there was anything to help dampen my thong, that was it.
I smiled and grabbed my glass before heading to a stool next to the breakfast bar. The last thing I wanted was to be standing in the middle of a conversation about freakin basketball. I fumbled with the glass, and the adrenaline made my hands shake. I sipped and looked over at Nathan, wondering if he was ever going to make a move.
Nathan looked up and smiled at me. I hadn’t sat in the center of his vision range on purpose, but that was how it happened, and at least he would be able to see I existed.
Now I decided to take things into my own hands, to get his mind from sports and get him thinking of a different ball game. He looked over his friend's shoulder again, and then I uncrossed my legs.
Nathan looked on and rather than crossing them, I parted my knees and as all girls know, parting your knees in a short skirt makes it slide up your outer thigh, especially if you’re wearing stockings.
It was a partial view, but it was enough to make him think there was much more to life than LeBron or Steph Curry, and it worked. His eyes were fixed on the view between my legs. That wasn’t enough, so I slipped from the stool and let my skirt ride up to my waist, baring everything before it dropped.
Nathan’s jaw dropped, and he stood there agape. I brushed my skirt back down my legs and looked up at him while I nibbled on my bottom lip.
I then vanished from the kitchen.
Chapter Three
I waited eagerly, fully expecting Nathan to saunter in and sit next to me before running his hand up my skirt and easing my thong from between the lips of my pussy. That never happened, but reality did, and two guys sat either side of me who were both vying for my attention. The offers of another drink or multiple dances quickly began to border on annoying.
In their defense, they were pretty good looking, and the way their arms pushed against me I could tell both of them did some serious working out. They were pleasant once they found that offering another drink wasn’t going to cut it and then I
noticed the room appeared to be emptier than it was before. Most of the dancers had naturally been scooped up by drunken jocks and whisked off for some serious third-base action.
From the guys in the kitchen and the ones who remained in the room it quickly became evident.
Shit, I’m the only girl here.
As things usually transpire at parties, they never go as planned. And where I’d planned for a night to be seduced by Nathan, it quickly translated into one guy leaning closer to me and stroking my cheek while he kissed me.
It must have been adrenaline and pent-up feelings of frustration. The sexual frustration that our kiss ignited made me push my tongue into his mouth. My hunger might have shown itself by the way our tongues twisted and turned around each other, but if the worst came to the worst, I could blame it all on the drink.
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