Ally

I had just taken a small sip of my first shot of Wild Turkey when I heard a knock on the wall. I quickly tossed the shot down, got up, and went to the stereo. I lined up the proper song and dropped the needle.

The stereo setup was across the room where I had a vantage point that gave me a good look down the hall. I saw Ally walking down the hall dressed in my only white dress shirt with, it looked like, nothing else. She had her head down slightly not really looking that far in front of her. I had seen her in this position before many times. It was the way she pumped herself up before going onto the floor during a gymnastics meet. She had described it to me, poorly she said but the best she could do, as- instead of focusing a little bit in front of herself-she would focus a little bit inside of herself. As a child of the sixties I could understand what she met.

That flashed through my mind as I turned and hurried across the room to the far end of the sofa. Pete was on the other end. The coffee table that was normally in front of the sofa had been pushed to the side wall. Ally must have stopped in the hall because we were into at least a minute of the song before she came into the room. Although she looked fantastic I could see she had a huge blush on her face and even noticeable on her neck. I couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or arousal.

The shirt she had chosen was of a thick linen. A very expensive shirt that at the moment made me wish I just had cheapies. I wanted to see through to the breasts I could only imagine were underneath the nipples that were apparent in the shirt she had on. I didn't think she was cold so my guess was she was pretty turned on.

As she, I thought a little less than enthusiastically, danced into the room the shirt tails parted enough to show that Ally had found her panties and put them back on. Not that it mattered much. That's all she had on. Shirt and panties. Less than she wore at Naturals. Yes, Ally was turned on.

I started to understand why her dancing seemed to be so stunted compared to what I had seen at Naturals. This wasn't a dance floor. It was just the opposite. A carpet.

I became aware of this because before the Stones were done with their little tune she had almost abandoned dancing and was looking more like the gymnast she had trained to be. But no gymnast had ever worn what she was wearing.

Ally had done a split and then, in time with the music, had turned onto her back and opened her legs in an air spilt. She had put herself half way between us and so we each had a foot almost in front of us and the view down toned legs to a very wet pair of sheer panties. With the big gap on the sofa between us she pulled her legs together and, balancing herself with her feet on the sofa and her shoulders on the ground, raised her ass and pulled off her panties- quickly whipping them down her legs and off her feet as she brought her feet back under her and stood. The way she kept the tails of the shirt in front of her we were unable to really get a clear view of her cunt but flashes of pubic hair were pretty steady as she bounced to the beat.

By the time the first song was done and I had gotten up to put on Pink Floyd, Ally had bent over in front of each of us. Looking away she pulled the back of the shirt up so we could see her womanhood. Just to make sure, for a moment before standing upright, she reached back with both hands and spread herself open.

Ally had retreated to the hall as I went to change the music. I had guessed to make it seem more like Naturals. There the girls would stand near the DJ stand where they left their clothes in between songs. After I had started the music and sat down I remembered there was a pretty long setup at the beginning of "Money." Cash registers ringing. A good beat but a no-show for our girl yet. Then the vocals started and she was back.

She had put her hair in a pony tail and put on more makeup than I had ever seen her wear. Her eyes were outlined in a thicker, darker liner than she usually used. Maybe it was because of the rushed time? That thought went through my head at first and then I noticed how she had added a bit more blush and even some eye shade that was darker than any I'd seen before. 'More like a whore' was my next thought. Over a year ago we had gotten into a discussion about makeup after seeing a young girl of about fourteen with more eye makeup caked on than the biggest whore in Tijuana. She had told me then that her preference for makeup was less, not more, and if she saw herself in a mirror and it looked like more than she'd met at home, she felt like a whore. Did Ally feel like a whore now? Did she want to feel like a whore?

My dress shirt had been buttoned up to the throat for the first song and now it was unbuttoned to the middle of Ally's breasts. She was regularly giving us flashes as she swayed to the beat of the music. I wasn't sure how she had done it, but it seemed she was able to pin the shirttails up somehow so now the front looked like any other panty or bikini bottom.

She didn't seem to be able to dance very well again, even worse than the last song. She went to the floor as before and quickly I could see why her beat was off and the shirt had shown so little in front. She had tucked the tails up inside her vagina. While she had been standing she must have been holding her muscles tight to keep the tails from falling out. I had wondered why she hadn't turned around even once before going to the mat!

Now that she was on the floor the shirttails had come out during her gyrations. I saw the tails were as wet as her panties had been. Over the next twenty years that I kept and wore that shirt (I really, really hate to shop. And, after this, that was one special shirt.) I never once didn't think about this night.

At some point she had undone another button and now the shirt was open below her breasts causing one or the other to pop out entirely depending on what she was doing during her dance to the beat of the tune. Within a minute of me noticing this she just tore the rest of the shirt off, buttons flying everywhere. There were only four left. Ally being a great seamstress, I wasn't worried. It was kind of hot. She was hot. The look in her eye wasn't any I had seen before, other than her twenty-first birthday. The woman I didn't know.

She got up and danced across the room to the stereo. She flicked the volume down to a little more than background music. To hear each other talking you'd still need to talk pretty loud but not at the almost concert volume I had put it at. She danced back over to me and lay down on her back in front of me. The shirt was behind her so I could see her whole torso as she waved her legs in front of me. I was smiling and remembering Ally the first time I had seen her dance at Naturals. She obviously had overcome her shyness at showing herself off.

Holding her legs open she reached between her legs and pried her cunt lips open wide as she said, "You've seen in here before, yeah? You like it in here huh?" Her eyes were wild. She was nodding her head as if she wanted me to agree. I nodded mine in agreement. She smiled hugely and stuck two fingers of her right hand inside herself and pumped them in and out. This was beyond what she was allowed at Naturals. I was pretty stunned and then remembered Pete was just down the sofa from me. I looked his way.

Pete was riveted. I could see from here he had a hard on that was screaming for escape. I had one as well but being taken care of by Ally earlier I didn't have the dire look that he seemed to have. Ally followed my gaze. "Yeah, your friend didn't know I was such a nasty girl did he?" she asked rhetorically. "Now he'll know what a whore his roommate has for a girlfriend." Her eyes seemed to get bigger through all the mascara she had put around them. She continued to finger herself and then ran her hands up and down her legs as she closed them. I could see trails of moisture from her fingers where they had caressed her legs.

Doing a quick flip she was back on her feet. She danced in front of me for a few seconds then came and pulled my legs apart and encouraged me to scoot closer to the edge of the sofa. Now my hard dick was apparent running down the left side of my thigh. She caressed it for a moment smiling as she swayed to the beat. Then she turned around and put her ass right over my dick rubbing herself up and down my thigh with my hard protrusion lined up with the slit of her pussy. In that moment I realized Ally had done this plenty of times before. Noone could have lined themselves up so quickly and perfectly that hadn't had lots of practice.

Lap dancing was a fairly new thing in strip clubs. I had read about them. I didn't know that this was part of what was going on in Naturals. I remember thinking I wanted to go and watch Ally on her next trip to the club and see how she had progressed in her sluttyness.

As Ally was working on me she was looking over at Pete. It was easy to see she was looking back and forth between his eyes and his cock. She leaned back against me and pulled my head down for a kiss. I reached around her cupping her breasts in my hands (another thing not allowed at Naturals but I figured 'practice' had gone out the window) and tweeking her hard nipples. Having Ally's face and neck close to me I noticed she had begun to sweat and a light sheen was reflected all over her now. As she got up and shasheyed across the room in time with the beat the moisture only seemed to add to her appeal to me.

Feeling a coolness I looked down at my lap and was amazed at the large wet area on my pants. It ran almost from my waist to my knee on the left side right over where my cock lay.

Ally approached Pete. I glanced over and noticed he couldn't stop himself from occasionally running his finger down his dick that ran down the right side of his thigh. He was still sitting up higher like I had been before Ally had adjusted me for her lap dance. Trying to keep his hands on his thighs or knees but unable to do so due to Ally's visual onslaught.

Ally lay on her back in front of Pete just as she had done for me only this time she just scissored her legs back and forth to the beat never allowing the tails of the shirt to stray outside her legs. This kept her most personal area teasingly unavailable to his stare.

"What's the matter Petey? Can't see inside my fuck hole? I know that's where you want to look. That's where you want to be, isn't it? You want to put that hard cock inside my cunt." I didn't know about Pete but Ally's dirty talk had always gotten to me. She had encouraged me to do the same and I was slowly learning but I just wasn't naturally a big talker during sex. Unlike Ally who could say the most outrageous things during the act and then seem innocent just a few minutes later. There was no innocence in place now.

As she had done before she flipped onto her feet and danced for a few seconds in front of Pete and then approached him. He sat back when she got closer and his eyes got wide like he was afraid. I almost laughed.

Ally took a hold of the back of his knees and pulled him forward. Knowing what she wanted he complied and leaned back pushing his butt to the edge of the sofa, his obvious hard on in full display. By the look on Ally's face she couldn't be happier. She turned around and looked over at me as she made sure the tails of my shirt she was wearing were now out from beneath her legs and up on her thighs as she sat directly onto his cock that was showing under his pants. She then rubbed herself to the beat right over his protrusion leaning forward with her hands on her own knees.

At a change in the music she stood back up, walked to the middle of the room, and turned around. She shrugged the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Now she stood in front of us completely nude, legs spread about shoulder width, and her hands running very slowly from her pelvis up her side and across the tops of her breasts.

Before the next song came on she said, "I've shown you all I've got. I think it's time I see some dick and not just through your pants, some real dick. While saying this she looked directly at Pete's lap that now showed a wet spot like my own only down his right leg instead of his left. She looked over at me and grinned. "Not exactly like Naturals, but a good warm-up just the same."

I wasn't sure what she meant by that but stood as ordered when the next song began. I pulled my shirt over my head as I looked over at Pete and encouraged him by saying, "I think we ought to do what the lady says." As he followed along by pulling off his shirt as well I started to undo my belt and continued with, "Not that she's exactly behaving like a lady at the moment." I looked back at Ally and grinned.

She wasn't looking my way at all. She was focused on Pete opening his pants and starting to lower them down. His hard cock popped into view as they came down. And I mean popped. He was still so hard looking at Ally that it slapped against his abdomen. She grinned.

I had known Pete since 8th grade so between gym at school and going to the beach and camping I'd seen his dick many times. It wasn't much different than my own, maybe a bit less in length if anything. I didn't feel any type of jealousy that's for sure. I figured to Ally it was the allure of the unknown that got her full attention.

Ally motioned to us both to come closer and then as we took a step held her arms down at her sides. There is a way that a woman with a slender build and breasts a bit big for her body can hold her arms that seems to jut her breasts out and up. This is what she was doing right now. Her smile was of a shy girl, dimples showing, but with her nudity and fiery eyes she wasn't really pulling it off to me. She took a step forward also and then dropped to her knees in between us.

Looking up she kept one arm still by her side, keeping her breast bulged out. The other hand she started rubbing herself and said, "This is the stuff I have only imagined. Hard dicks around me instead of just eyes looking at me." She smiled looking at both of us. "I can see for sure that you want me. That you want to touch me. That you want to fuck me. That's great! I want that too." Suddenly Pete let out an, "ohhha!" and started cumming. His sperm shot out in all directions as he had leaned back and his cock had just started spewing and jumping.

I was appalled and stepped back quickly holding my hand over my dick like I needed to protect it from fire and started wiping his cum off my lower legs where it had landed. I looked up at him, I'm sure with daggers in my eyes, and said, "What the fuck man! Can't you control yourself?" I continued to look at him expecting him to hear me and at least look back. He never looked my way. After a minute I looked down at what he had continued to stare at.

Ally was sitting back on her haunches wiping and eating the cum that had been sprayed over her. It was just as she had done with me a few times when I had gotten too excited and spilled out of her mouth or not quite reached her mouth after pulling out of her when she said she had wanted to eat it instead of having me cum inside her. She continually looked over at Pete's dick. More with curiosity than anything, her head turning from side to side as she did in order to get every angle. She reached up to the drop of cum hanging from the end of his cock. Taking it onto her finger she sucked it into her mouth looking at him, then looking over to me.

She rose to her feet and took my hand. Continuing to look just at me she said, "We need to go into your room. I'm not ready to do what I need to do in front of Pete right now. That OK with you?" I could only nod and be pulled along.

When we got to my room she went to kiss me and I stopped her. She had a bit of cum just over her left eyebrow. I wiped it off and showed it to her. She took my hand and sucked my finger into her mouth. "His tastes a little more bitter than yours." was her comment.

"I guess we have some more lines to draw. Come with me." I went back down the hall to the bathroom and waited for Ally to follow. She was pretty much right behind me, still nude, a look of perplexity on her face. I started water in the sink and took out a washcloth. "You might be curious about other guys' bodies, cum, whatever, but I"m not. I told you, I'm not that way. No interest. None. So if we are going to learn and experience I want you to clean yourself up before coming back to me. You did mention coming back to me. I want you. I don't want some of them on you to get on me." Taking her toothbrush out of the medicine cabinet I handed it to her. "And I especially don't want to taste them. Even second hand. That going to be OK with you?" I held the washcloth under the now warm water and then washed my legs off, looking more carefully than I had in the living room.

Ally dutifully brushed her teeth and then took the cloth from me and wiped herself off as well. She was wiping the excess makeup off as well. "OK now?" she asked. I looked her over and only saw a couple of streams of now drying cum still in her hair. I took the cloth from her and cleaned those strands the best I could without getting more of her hair wet.

"This is going to be hard." I said after we had gone back into my bedroom and sat on the side of the bed. We were holding hands again. I had taken my pants off now and we were both nude.

Ally let go of my right hand and picked up my cock which, amazingly, started to come back to life. As she stroked me she said, "I didn't plan any of that really." I started to say something and she took her left hand and held it to my lips. "Not just Pete cumming all over." She smiled to herself, "I had no idea of that." She grinned. "What I meant was the dance. It just got more and more like a dream or something. I was starting to act out things that go through my head when I'm masterbating on my own. You know I could never do most of that at Naturals, right?"

I nodded. "No shit. And I think what happened is one of the reasons." Now that it was a bit behind us I even grinned slightly. I could just imagine the mess that Naturals would become if guys were allowed to jerk off in there as they watched the girls. They'd need a personal towel girl for every guy that walked in the place. It would be cleaner to have blowjob booths under each table or bar guys sat at.

Ally continued, "I just got so excited when I realized Pete was hard. You know I have known him for years now and I've never seen him hard, or at least what I knew was hard." I wondered at that but she went on before I could ask. "I wasn't able to really dance in there like Naturals anyway because of the carpet so I had changed up what I had planned and then it wasn't too hard to just add another change. By the time the songs we had chosen were done I wasn't even thinking about Naturals or any practice. I was just horny." She looked up at me and smiled. When she had said she was horny my cock had jumped just a bit but she could feel it in her hand. "When I took that last drop off him I could tell even the mushroomy top was harder than you usually get. Maybe not harder, but firmer. Like harder rubber"

This was a bit much for me. "I'm not really interested in the details of other guys' dicks," I told her. "This is hard enough as it is, hearing how you judge other guys' cocks to mine isn't going to help."

"I'm not judging you!" She defended herself. "I'm just telling you what I noticed. Yes, I was comparing the two of you, but you are all I have to compare with. And I have to talk to you about things as I learn them. This is part of being open. If I can't talk to you I'm going to end up talking to someone else and that will be a 'hidden from you' part of me. I wish you would be able to listen to me, just be there for me." She looked at me with hope and love in her eyes. "Remember when I told you about Dorthy? About her noticing the difference between circumcised dicks and uncircumcised dicks? That's pretty detailed. That didn't seem to bother you. There is some line in your interior world that you seem to have made. I don't have that line. Can we match up on this?"