Entry One
When the crisp, winter wind blows through my sheer, silk blouse just right, my nipples become rocks. When a man rubs my pussy through my sheer, silk panties, my body trembles.
Who am I?
My name's Roxy Sanders, and this is my diary. I'm 19 years old, and currently living at home, with my two older brothers and absentee father. He's not usually around when anyone needs him, actually the only concrete proof that we have that he's actually still alive and breathing are the monthly checks the three of us receive, via Fed Ex.
I can't complain, too much. I have everything I want, including a brand new sports car and every modern convenience a spoiled teenager could ask for. My brothers, on the other hand, have become very bitter towards our father. But, I guess if I were a boy, I'd feel the same way. At least they have each other.
My mother died when I was seven, having met a drunk driver head on at midnight, one rainy evening in the Hollywood Hills. So now, I rely on my friends and the kindness of strangers. I decided to finally pull this diary from the wrapping paper it was still enclosed in from my 18th birthday. Why? I'm not really sure. I guess I thought it would be a good idea to record, for lack of a better word, all my actions, reactions, conquests and desires. Who knows, maybe the words that will be printed in these pages just might come in handy someday.
So, as I said, my name is Roxy Sanders and I'm 19 years old. I have almost platinum blonde hair, searing blue eyes and lips that I'm sure were made to suck only the sexiest, most delicious cocks this Earth has to offer. I was also blessed with perfect tits, you know the kind, not too small, not too big, just the right size to wrap your hands around and really cop a feel. I've worn a size 6 practically since grade school and I have legs that go on for miles. Sound good to you? Well, let's just hope all the other red blooded American males, and possibly females, feel the same way.
I've decided to post my first entry on a Saturday, because let's face, Saturday night is the busiest night in Roxy's life. And, tonight is no different. Tonight, a few of my friends are coming over and we'll make our plans from there. If I know my sisters, as I call them, we'll most likely start off the evening comparing each other's hairstyles and outfits, all of us being extremely jealous of each other, then we'll head out to some club where the men will all compete for our attention.
Do I mind competing with them? Sometimes yes, sometimes no, mostly no. I know I'm beautiful, I don't have to have a man pawing at my tits to confirm this, but the string of phone numbers and free drinks is always nice. Due to my outer beauty, I've been getting free drinks since I was 15, okay my beauty and a fake ID, thank you Jason, for that. So, for now, I will end this entry and proceed to getting dressed. If I know my sisters, they'll all be at least 45 minutes early and that's barely enough time to get my makeup and hair perfect. Until later, Love, Roxy.
(Later that night ...)
WOW!!!! As promised, tonight WAS a busy night for me. Twenty minutes inside the club and I already had four phone numbers and drinks that I couldn't even pronounce the names of. My "sisters," were already out on the dance floor, grinding and cock teasing the night's boy toys, but I opted to have a seat, you know, to have a look around. As I watched the strobe lights and the hundreds of sweaty bodies, all swirling around the club, there was one guy that totally caught my attention. Now, being the professional tease that I am, I can't let this guy see that I am watching him. So, what is a girl to do? She buys herself that first drink, and seductively sucks the straw, immediately drawing the attention to her cock sucker lips.
And, as expected, the good looking guy responded. Within minutes, the bartender placed a tall drink in front of me, with the words, "Compliments of the man at the end of the bar."
I know, I know, such a cliche, but honestly, that's how it started. I really didn't care for the drink, but I had managed to grab his attention, and now, Roxy's night had begun.
For the next 10 minutes, or so, he and I traded winks and tongue gestures, sending out the vibe to each other that yes, I'm watching and wanting you. Finally, after I had almost deep throated the straw and had done the whole seductive crossing the legs and letting my high heel dangle from my toe scene, he summoned the courage to step up to me.
"My name's Garrett," he said, sliding down onto the bar stool next to me.
"Hi, Garrett, I'm Roxy, thanks for the drink," I said, instantly noticing that his eyes were the darkest green I'd ever seen.
"Anytime, Roxy," he said, smiling and flashing this amazing smile, just seemed to light up his entire face, "Always a pleasure to buy a gorgeous woman a drink."
I instantly felt my cheeks becoming red and the temperature of the room suddenly bolted, to what felt like, 200 degrees. I must have seemed like such a kid to him, but he never let on.
We spent the next hour, or so, chatting about careers and the whole bar scene in general. He told me he had just recently broken off a five year relationship because the woman's job transferred her to England, and he just wasn't willing to live outside of the United States. Sort of lame, I thought, but hey, maybe it was a really cool job that she just couldn't pass up.
I told him that I had just graduated from high school and was basically just blowing off steam for the next year, trying to figure out what it is I really wanted out of life. He respected that and asked me to dance.
We spent the next three songs with our bodies stuck together like glue, and his hand firmly planted on my ass. He smelled amazing and through his shirt, I could tell he was very well built, possibly a body builder.
I glanced over, just in time, to see my "sisters" switching off dance partners and doing the all famous "phone number switch." What this is is if a man has given you his phone number, but one of your friends has a hotter date, if she agrees, you both switch phone numbers. And let's face it, it's not like the guy ever complains or remembers who he gave his phone number to the night before. If nothing else, it leads to an hour of great sex, possibly a lunch or coffee date, and then you move on.
At the end of the third song, Garrett excused himself to make a phone call, so I returned to the bar. I got chills watching him walk, his body was perfect and he smelled so great. I could still smell his cologne, long after he was out of sight.
"ROXY!!!!!" screamed Ally, one of my "sisters," "This club is amazing!!!"
She was obviously already tipsy, but she was right, this club was pretty cool. She took a seat next to me at the bar and ordered another shot. All slumped over, and no doubt feeling very nauseous, she told me about the men on the dance floor. She had met a dancer and a lawyer, a construction worker and a veterinarian. She and Melissa, also one of my "sisters," had decided to trade off on the vet and the dancer. Those should be some interesting morning after stories!
After a few minutes, I began to scan the bar, wondering what had happened to Garrett. I didn't wanna seem like a psycho or anything, but I was enjoying our time together.
"Where's that guy at," asked Ally, slamming her empty shot glass on the bar.
"He's making a phone call, don't be so nosey," I snapped, obviously upset that he had not returned.
"Okay, girl, well, have fun!!" she yelled, returning to the dance floor.
I decided to give Garrett a few more minutes, then I'd have to be a psycho and go find him.
Well, two drinks later, he still had not returned. I began to think I had been a victim of the drink, dance and drop, and that one is pretty self explanatory.
I slowly slid down off the high bar stool and made my way through the girating crowd, towards the long hallway where the bathrooms and telephones were located. Amidst the ocean of blinking neon lights and half drunk women emerging from the bathroom, I finally located the row of telephones. But, no Garrett. I stood there feeling both foolish and sick to my stomach. I really don't drink all that much, but it comes with the club scene.
