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Background
I've wanted to write a story for a long time. I've actually started on a few, but never gotten around to finishing them. Lets hope I do better with this one.
To follow along, this story is mostly true with a few things changed to just help readability. It starts in the past and will end in the present. I guess that will allow for future chapters as they take place J.
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Chapter One The Meeting
Master and I met at a bar, but he didn't exactly "pick me up" as we were both with mutual friends. It was all so natural. We just started talking. There was no pressure, and it never seemed like he was hitting on me at all. Though in retrospect I suppose he was.
The night was over all to fast and he was leaving with his friends and I was leaving with mine. Of course the second we got in the car, I got the usual grilling. "So, what did you think?" "You were aweful chatty tonight." "Did you get his number?" I laughed and blushed.
I didn't get his number though, and I did like him. I avoided the questions pretty well and after getting home I laid awake thinking about him. I guess being that this is the type of story that it is, I'll include the fact that my fingers found their way under the waistline of my panties. I came with images of him in my head.
The next day at work my mind wandered and it seemed like a very long day. Finally around four a friend (Kim) called inviting me back out that night. Of course, I never would usually go out on a Tuesday, but I couldn't say no today and miss a chance to spend another night getting to know the person who had been occupying my head all that day.
Now, the last 45 minutes of work would be REALLY long. What would I wear? What would I wear UNDER it? Would I let him see what I wore under it if he tried to find out? Would he even be there? If he was what would we talk about? If he wasn't, then what would I do?
It was finally 5 O'clock I practically raced out of my building. I don't recall the hour drive home. I was in the shower, and thoughts of masturbating entered my head. I resisted though, convincing myself that some pent up sexual energy would be good tonight. In my towel I flicked through the clothes in my closet. "No, no, no…no…maybe." One outfit half thrown on the bed, then another, and another. In all I think there were 5 I was considering.
I tried each on, glancing at the clock the cable company conveniently placed in their box after each one. He was only wearing jeans and a t-shirt last night. I didn't want to over do it. It wasn't summer yet but I thought I could get away with a white spaghetti string pullover that showed my belly. Now I needed a strapless bra though or it would look kinda tacky. I decided against a skirt and for a pair of jeans that had a nice low cut waistline and was form fitting down to the knees where it flared out into sort of a bell-bottom.
Underwear could now be decided on. I found a white strapless bra that looked good enough for a guy to see should it come to that. Panties were a little more difficult. These jeans would show lines if I didn't wear thongs, but I hate thongs so I tried to avoid them. After trying on 3 pairs of bikini briefs and examining my ass in the mirror I resigned the fact that I had no choice. Thongs had to be worn. I decided that white was the way to go with the white bra, and also I suppose to seem more innocent. (should things go that far)
Comcast's gift said it was past seven; Kim was picking me up at 7:30. No time to eat, and I didn't want to chance getting anything on my shirt anyway. I was nervous; I reapplied some deodorant, and put on my favorite perfume. I checked my teeth just to be sure, and used some Scope. I checked Comcast again.
Now I was waiting, the worst part of any date. But this wasn't really a date was it? No, I was just going out with some friends. I didn't even know if they guy would be there. I looked in the mirror again. I check my ass, no underwear lines. I smiled at that. I looked out the window down to the street. I opened the refrigerator. I looked inside. I closed it. I opened the cabinet. I closed it. Finally I heard a horn.
I ran into the bathroom and checked my face and teeth again. I put some powder on my face even though I loathe makeup. I bit my lower then upper lit to get a little extra blood flowing into them. He might be in the car after all.
The car's horn sounded again as I walked downstairs. My platform style shoes wouldn't allow me to even attempt to run. I took a deep breath as I opened the front door of my building. The car was there and only Kim inside of it. I walked out to the car and she greeted me.
"Well?" I asked looking over at her as she pressed on the gas pedal. "Well what?" she asked back with a huge grin on her face.
I faked a giggle as I blushed and asked my question again, "Is he going to be there?"
Kim was laughing now, "Would I have even invited you on a Tuesday night if he wasn't going to be?"
"I guess not" I let out through my smile.
"Am I dressed ok?" I asked.
"Sure, he'll be talking to your chest all night."
"Well if he does you don't have to invite me next time." I told her.
"And if he doesn't?" she asked half joking.
"If he doesn't, then we'll just hope that he's the one doing the inviting."
We were in the parking lot, and I suddenly felt over dressed for a Tuesday night. We slowly walked toward the bar together, crossing the street then toward the door. My heart began to thump in my chest. The first 2 minutes would be the most awkward.
We walked in, the guys were already there and Kim and Shawn met half way between the bar and the door, first hugging then a quick peck on each other's lips. The man I was there to meet looked me up and down. I didn't mind, I wanted him to look, as long as it didn't turn into an uncomfortable stare. I smiled at him and he smiled back. He ordered hard lemonade for me without asking what I wanted. I suppose that would have put off some women, but I wasn't.
I walked up to the bar grasping the drink. I thanked him while smiling. He smiled back and nodded. There was nothing to really watch on the TV tonight, and Shawn and Kim were obviously not going to help us get into any conversation.
He grabbed a few dollar bills off the bar and asked if I wanted to help him pick some songs on the jukebox. I smiled as I nodded and started following him to the rear of the bar. The bills were fed into the machine and we picked 9 songs. All were rock, and we agreed easily on each one.
Once back at the bar conversation was a little easier. We talked about music for a while, then sports. I love baseball and can talk about the Yankees all day long. From baseball we moved to work, from work to schools. We started with high school then to college, from there we talked about friends, and ex boy and girlfriends. That led the conversation to sex.
It was my fault really. I knew it as soon as I had said it. No matter how I phrase it, if I'm honest I just can't avoid people wanting to know more. One of my ex-boyfriends and I broke up on fairly bad terms all revolving around sex.
He wanted to know if the guy just sucked in bed, or what the story was. He seemed concerned. I was on my third hard lemonade and excused myself to the bathroom. I grabbed Kim and we walked to the rear of the bar. I wanted to look back and see if he was watching me walk away, but resisted the temptation until I made the turn into the door. He was looking, that was a good sign.
Kim was asking a million questions. I barely heard her. My mind was on what I'd tell him about my sexual habits. I usually don't broach the subject until much later. Maybe I should just tell him that I'm not comfortable talking about it right now. That's what I'd do, but I just hope it doesn't make him uncomfortable.
After a short chat with Kim we headed back to the bar. I sat next to the new interest in my life and took a deep breath as quietly as possible. I looked at him, and he looked back as if waiting for me to say something. I smiled uncomfortably and took a sip of my drink.
"Look, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. It's no big deal." He said finally.
Now I felt even more obligated to tell him the truth, but I really didn't want to yet. "Lets just say that he didn't meet my sexual needs, and he took it very personally." I ended up telling him.
He quickly changed the subject to lighter things. The uncomfortable 5 minutes were forgotten and we laughed at each other's stories for another hour. Kim was nudging me, saying that we had to go after this drink. I relayed the information down the bar.
This was the moment of truth, would he make arrangements to see me again or not? He surprised me by excusing himself, and heading out the door. I was confused. Kim shrugged.
He was back within a minute though. He was carrying a cell phone. I was really confused, but tried to just look casual.
"OK, here is the plan." He said.
"We'll go out to dinner or something tomorrow night, I'll call you on here to confirm." He handed me the cellphone.
He broke out a more detailed explanation. "If everything goes to our liking at dinner, and we want to see each other again, I'll call you again. If we don't get along, I take the cellphone back and you never hear from me again. When you're comfortable enough to tell me about the ex, we shouldn't need the cell anymore. That sound good?"
I was somewhat taken by all this. He didn't ask me out. He said we were going out. Was he being arrogant? Was he just confident? Could he read me that well? The cell gave a good comfort level. I wouldn't have to change my number if he turned into a wacko after dinner tomorrow night. I liked it. New, interesting, yeah, I defiantly liked the idea and told him so.
The drive back to my apartment was filled with questions from Kim. I filled her in the best I could during the 15 minute drive. She seemed satisfied with the details I gave and she seemed happy that I'd hit it off with one of her boyfriend's friends.
As I walked up the stairs my new cellphone rang. It startled me at first, but I answered it quickly.
"Hello?"
"Oh good, just wanted to make sure it worked" I heard from the other end.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow." He said before I could respond.
I heard a click and I opened my door. After I got inside I was undressed and in bed within minutes. It was late and I was tired. My dreams were filled with images of him, always standing over me.
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Chapter 2 The Date
Work was hell. The day dragged as I looked forward to the dinner that was planned. I thought about where we'd go, what I should order, if I should offer to split the check, who would drive, and if I wanted him to see my bedroom.
The day was finally over and I was half way home when the cellphone rang. I answered while fumbling it.
