Note from Author: this is my first time writing something like this. I would appreciate any and all comments or criticisms you may have concerning this story.
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Scene One: I was sitting at my favorite bar nursing a beer, watching some sporting event on the T.V., when I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I looked up to see this stunning brunette smiling at me.
"Hey, do you mind if I join you?"
I consider myself to be an above average looking Joe, but it still takes me by surprise when women make the first move. I took another sip of my beer and gave her a once over. She had sparkling blue eyes with shoulder length curly hair. She was wearing a low cut, buttoned down, navy dress shirt, and a white thigh-length skirt. Her flat stomach and toned calves suggested that she took pride in taking care of herself. On the other hand I was wearing a black and green flannel shirt and an old pair of jeans.
"Sure, but only if you allow me to buy you a drink."
"Okay, how about getting me a rum and diet coke?"
"No problem! Hey barkeep, how about a drink for the lady? So do you have a name or should I just call you Gorgeous?"
"My name's Kristy, its nice to see you again Matthew."
She knew my name. How does she know my name? I like to think that I can recall every face of every woman I have had sex with, or even wanted too. But I just couldn't place hers. Was she one of my one night stands coming back to seek revenge?
"I'm sorry have we meet before?"
"Yes, we have. We used to go to high school together. You didn't know it but I had this huge crush on you and would sneak out of class to watch you in yours."
"Really, I never knew I had a stalker back then."
"Of course you didn't, I knew you had a girlfriend and didn't want you two to breakup."
"Isn't that kind of creepy? How do I know you haven't been stalking me all this time?"
"Because silly, I just got back into town. I have my ten year reunion this weekend."
So that's how she knows me. I still couldn't remember her. I needed to hear her story. If I had gone to high school with someone so hot, I think I would remember, unless, she was an ugly duckling. Did she try to meet me back then? Did I blow her off as too fat, too ugly? What is her reason for approaching me now?
"Has it really been that long?"
"Sure has. By the way you look great!"
"Thanks, so do you."
With most people flattery will get you anywhere with me it only sets me on edge. I do try to jog a couple of miles twice a week, but that is the limit for me. While I am not obese, spending my nights draining beer after beer and not eating healthy I do have the beginning of a bulge around my waist. Needless to say I am attractive but far from great.
"What brings you to a bar like this?"
"Honestly, I ran into your sister at the mall today, and she told me that I could find you here."
Wow thanks sis, depending on how this goes I may have to kill her or thank her. It is still too early to tell. She knows I am not too big on surprises. She should have called and given me a heads up.
"We are back to creepy again." I said.
"Hey, I know of this little Italian restaurant down the street and I was wondering if you would like to get something to eat?"
"Sure, why not!"
I still didn't know where this was heading. Was she trying to hook up with me or was she trying to get even. There was only one way to find out. I told her I would follow her there. As she got up from her stool she bent down to adjust her heels, giving me a great view down her blouse. This chick was definitely braless. She may have been a 36b, all I know is she had these two cherry nipples that were as hard and as big as pencil erasers. Did she do that on purpose? I was beginning to think maybe she does want to hook up! Still unsure I stepped back and let her take the lead. Actually I just wanted to check out her ass. It was a perfect heart and not a single spot of cellulite on the backs of her thighs. I could feel my cock begin to stir, as I imagined what it would be like to slide my dick between those cheeks.
Scene two: We arrived at this hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant. The hostess sat us in a corner booth near the back of the restaurant with plenty of privacy away from the other patrons. The table was covered with a red and white checkered tablecloth with a single candle burning in the center. Our waitress was an attractive blonde around 21, named Amber, who seemed to smile at us when we ordered a bottle of red wine and asked to be left alone for a while. Not one to beat around the bush I confronted her about her motives at once.
