This is my third story and I would really love some feedback with your thoughts. Thank you. Enjoy!
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It was through the next couple weeks that the pattern began to form. It was clear that I had fallen off of my high horse and hit face first into the mud. Thinking of myself being to good for manual labor and being too smart to continue with it, yet still there I was, nine to five, five days a week, earning some sort of keep. I had begun to have a spike in my nightly masturbation, I was up to five times in the span of two hours, it was getting to a point where I could no longer raw dog with my hand and lube had to be brought in to help. I needed to get laid. I would swipe through dating apps at night trying to find a descent choice, but the ugly ones were too much and the hot ones too few and/or didn't want me, so there I was stuck in the middle with no one. I had thought of giving up and going on to a hooker, and then I got a match from this girl Nicole, she was cute, a little heavy but in the right places and had eyes that could make the little man stand an attention in half a second flat.
We began to talk, and by talk I mean Tinder Chat until she felt comfortable, knowing I wasn't some fucking serial killer, to meet up for a date. There was a bar I knew was doing a Hawaiian theme night which I had a feeling she would love so, I decided to take her out to eat at another bar first, get the night going then maneuver our way over to the Hawaiian party. We both showed up pretty much at the same time at this place called The Bear Arms Bar and Grille, it was actually a nice place. After the first bit of awkward, hellos and so what do you do? and How do you like it? and so forth, we had begun to loosen up. We had eaten our dinner, I paid and then we actually started drinking and having a good time. Laughing, telling stories of misplaced love and past sexual encounters.
"So, you like, go to party and what?"
"And there he is with Jenny, tonguing each other's throats. Prick. It was then and there where I say you know what? I'm done."
"Good for you."
"I'm done waiting and dating, looking for the 'right guy', I'm gonna find the guy whose right here."
"You found him." We laughed as we finished our drinks.
"Another?"
"Yeah." I signaled for two more jack and cokes as I turned back to Nicole, god, she was looking better and better after every glass and I'm sure visa versa, I was hoping at least.
"So..."
"So..." The bartender put the drinks down in front of us. She grabbed the glass, she had big hands, strong. She was a big girl but in a fit way, she looked like a girl that frankly, could kick the balls off me if she wanted to. Wearing a short black skirt with her muscular thighs crosses, I mean these things looked like they could choke out the Hulk, and her right foot ever so slightly tapping along with the music playing in the background. We both took our drinks then turned back toward each other.
"You look really beautiful tonight, Nicole."
"Why thank you, you look not too bad yourself." She let out a faint laugh. "Alright, enough of this cutise shit, what are three secrets you have that no one else knows?"
"What?"
"Three secrets. Come on, lets mix this average shit up. You go, then me." She rubbed her thigh softly as she looked me over. Shit, what the hell was I going to say, secrets, fuck me. I'm not telling her anything that'll send her running for the hills. Something sexy and hot, and cool, that could be a secret but is more of a trait. Dammit, I was taking too long, I was blowing it.
"Come on." She commanded. So I grabbed my glass chugged the rest of my drink down the gullet and blurted out the first three things that came to my mind.
"Okay, I just saw my father about two months back, for the first time in four years, I left my Mother who is a cripple at home to fend for herself, I hate my job, being done with college and this town, and lastly I think you are incredibly funny and cool and one of the sexiest girls I've ever met. Good? Two more please! God damn." I had just blown it, I could feel it by the way her eyes were staring at me with the most perplexing confusion about why I had just said all that but then after about ten seconds of dumbfoundery, the side of her mouth cracked open giving way to a smile, first her teeth then her gums and eventually a laughing fit. She covered her mouth as if not to let her laughter out but was failing to do so.
"Yeah there you go, go ahead, laugh at my misfortune. Yuck it up-" She quickly leaned in and kissed my, firmly on the mouth, she lingered there for a moment, then slowly returned back into her stool. I couldn't believe that my shitty secrets had been that helpful.
"Wow." The word just fell out of my mouth. It was all my brain could think to say.
"I also have a father I never see, I hate this town as well, I'm an unemployed painter, I have a dog named Sniffles, and my place is just around the corner." Her hand extended out, rubbing against my jeans, more precisely my thigh. This was the sign, she was ready to go, I don't know why, or how I did anything that even remotely persuaded her to take me home. Was it the dead beat Dad, or the hatred of the town, or maybe it was the alcohol. I'm going to go with the alcohol. The bar, word of advice, always take a girl to a bar.
I threw the money down on the bar and we made our way toward the door. Looks like we weren't making it to the Hawaiian night after all. She took my hand and led me down the street toward her place, the streets were packed, everybody out and about on the Saturday night trying to get as drunk as possible before the weekend was over, the right idea. Now remember as this story goes on that I really didn't know this girl, yeah we had talked on Tinder, and met up for about two hours but we were still close to strangers with each other, and even though we barely knew one another, she was ready to bring me up to her apartment and have sex with me. If only I had seen the warning signs.
"So I, uh guess we're not gonna go to the Hawaiian thing huh?"
"Not yet, I got something for us to do first." Huh? Wonder what it could be?
We reached an apartment complex right off of the main road. As we got up to the doorway she impulsively threw me up against the wall, we started making out, hot and heavy, her body so much tighter and thicker than I was imagining. Her hands slipped down into my pants as her felt around for my...
"Oh, yep there it is. You got me."
"Just making sure." She pulled her hands out of my pants and opened the door, I guess I passed the penis test. Warning signs.
We got up to her apartment, which was really beautiful as we walked in I could see the walls, just covered with paintings, abstract, sexual, violent, as if they were screaming out of the canvass, breathtaking, at least that's what I thought. How the fuck should I know? It was pretty much just a one room studio. A bed, little kitchen area, small bathroom and that was about it, it was small but weirdly erotic. One window, letting the night air seep into the room, looking out over the docks, the boats in the port. She had herself a nice little oasis here, up on the top floor, facing out into the bay. I could've gotten use to a little place like that. I really could've.
"I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable." She stepped in to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I went over and sat on her bed. It was eerily similar to Ms. Kirby, I sat down and slowly tried to bring myself out of that mindset but it was hard, unlike me. I couldn't believe it but my dick was failing me, not even a twitch, sitting on a bed waiting for sex, usually I'd be trying to push my way out of my pants. I heard the light click and the door open, but she hadn't changed or anything, nothing see through or with more skin showing. She walked over to the bed and standing in front of me as she leaned down to kiss my lips, her arms grabbed my shoulders and then her legs lifted up on to me, as she hopped on, straddling me, making out, hands gripping, rubbing, and finally my little man stood up and shouted "I'M ALIVE!!", and just as I was about to start taking clothes off she stood up, looking at me.
"You're freak aren't you."
"What?"
"You're a freaky guy. I know you. I was friends with Anna, you guys used to use butt plugs and fuck to Demi Lov-"
"-Whoa! What the fuck are you talking-" Standing up in a flash trying to defend myself. "Anna? She was fucking crazy, I didn't-"
"I want to go out with you tonight, okay? And I wanna wear this." She got off me and walked away from the bed. Pulled a butt plug out of her dresser and held it up in her hand, presenting it to me. "You down?"
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I want you to put it in, and then use this button to activate the vibration whenever you want. I by whenever I mean whenever." She began to bite her lip hard as she explained how the device worked, it was clear that she was wet just thinking about it, but I couldn't believe this was really happening as well as the fact that she knew Anna. So, I laughed it off.
"Okay. So this is what? Bullshit or some kinda test or something?"
"I'm serious. I've wanted to do this for so long but I never found someone that would want to. Now you can deny all you want but I know you want to do this with me. I can feel it." She came over, grabbing my rock hard erection in her hand. "You can't lie. It won't let you." I had given myself away, because the truth was fuck yeah I wanted to do this with her, I was hard at just the thought of walking around, with a butt plug inside of her. "I wanna be your pet. Please. I know you and Anna did this, she told me."
