Did I mention that Akayla is a stripper. No, I suppose not. I mean, where else would a man meet a beautiful woman who enjoys talking about sex. And she does enjoy talking about it. At least I think so. I mean, it is a strip club. Not a place known as the epitome of truth. But still, I think she... dotes on me I guess. Even though we are the same age, I think she and I both know that she is older in life experience. She has two other friends who work there and we all seem to have a good time.
They are totally straight, strangely enough. I go in the early afternoon so I have avoided the bitch night girls who won't give you the time of day unless it's for a dance. Which is not to say that I don't spend money there. But I go more for the conversation. The chance to speak to attractive Fully Nude women and make intelligent conversation. Not at the same time. They dance nude, and then I can talk to them. Boy, sidetracked much. Anyway, my problem just won't go away, or maybe I just won't let it go. I mean, it's exciting to think about. Here are some more of my random imaginings.
I want to ask her if they are kinky much. And what kind of kinks they are into. This is one scenario I have imagined.
PS- I am aware of some continuity errors between this story and the last. Blame it on inexperience and enjoy the show. Also, this one is a little short on the sex. The next part, however, shouldn't be. If I receive some positive feedback I will continue this one. Oh, who am I kidding, even if I don't I will write more. Just FEED ME!
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Two weeks after my first Real time with Lisa and I am still amazed at how good it is between us. My roommate-Priscilla, has commented on my 'glowing' and pestered me for his-or her- name. She's straight, but more than a little curious I think. I don't push too much, she's just too good a roommate to try anything with and then have it be awkward between us. Just the occasional glance or slap on her ass. So I tell her a few details about Lisa. Usually I am much more forthcoming, but this is my first woman, and somehow I don't want to... cheapen it.
The phone rings, interrupting my attempts to weasel out of the conversation. Thankful for the rescue, I answer in my sweetest voice.
'Hello.'
'Hey, it's me.'
I blush and Pris notices immediately. She is making the usual obnoxious and hysterical silent gestures.
'Lisa. I was just talking about you.'
'Nothing good I hope.' Mischief is evident in her voice and it sends a litle thrill up my spine and another a little lower.
'Just gossipping to Pris,' I then add a little loudly, 'Who is being very annoying!' She makes cat claws and hisses before getting the hint and leaving me alone.
'What were you calling about?'
'I was calling to invite you to dinner.' There is a pregnant pause here. 'At my place.'
'Oh.'
This was quite unexpected. I mean, every time we have been together we have been at her house. Because I was too drunk to get back here. Then we had our pattern- Get in the house, clumsily remove our clothes and, well, screw each other silly. Then I would pass out. Then I would wake up a few hours before I had to work and take a shower, put the same clothes on and call a cab to go home. Did I mention my car was impounded for DWI? It was my first, but I was underage. These weeks since what I refer to in my head as 'The First Time' have differed only in that I am only a slight bit tipsy when I go home with her, sometimes not at all. This would be the first time she had ever actually invited me over. And if I am not mistaken, not just for dinner.
Not hearing a response, she starts to back out. 'I would understand if you said no, if you think it's too soon.'
I scramble to reassure her. 'No, no. That's not it. It's just that this would be another first for me. The first time I ever went to a woman's apartment for, ah, dinner. But I would love to.'
'Oh, I see. Well, can I pick you up at seven?'
It's just after 5:00 now. 'Sure. Um, should I, ah, bring anything?' Nothing like a lack of confidence to bring out the best in me.
Her small, throaty laugh gives me another shiver. 'If you like.'
We chat for another few minutes and hang up. Just as I do I spy Pris scampering off to appear as though she had not listened to our entire conversation.
She pesters, I resist. She continues as I start getting ready. Finally I break down and tell her. She is excited for me, I think. She finally asks- "So, are you going to stay over?"
Hesitantly, I answer- "I think so."
"Wow, that's great."
"You going to help me or what?"
After a whirlwind of showering, primping, styling and trying three different dresses I am finally ready about ten minutes before 7:00. Lisa is right on time, the bell ringing at precisely seven. I give Pris a warning finger and answer the door.
Lisa is stunning. Her green eyes sparkle with amusement as I stutter 'Hello' and step aside after a few awkward staring moments. She is making introductions to Pris as I gather myself. Pris is actually behaving. Lisa's ankle length dress is simple, flowing black satin. Two gold studs adorn each ear and a simple chain with a locket is around her graceful neck. Her neck, apparently she applied a little makeup , I observe as I remember my lips there. I am so glad that I dressed appropriately. My dress is simple as well, but it is a soft brown velvet. I am not wearing heels, but she is. Being slightly shorter than me, her heels now bring her to just my height.
"Ready?," she asks. Oh yes, I am ready. Ready right now. Wearing only pull-up stockings with no panties, I am quite aware of just how ready I am.
Not trusting my voice, I nod. As we leave I almost forget the small bag I packed sitting beside the door. Pris peeks her head out just before closing the door- "Have fun Akayla!"
I blush and turn to see Lisa smile.
Yes, I am so ready.
I am a bundle of nerves as we get to her car, a Mustang convertible. I love it, especially on cool nights with the top down. I insist we take it down most nights, but she has already done so. That explains why her hair is braided. And I had hoped that she would have the top down, so my hair is pinned up, showing off my neck, where I have chosen to NOT cover her love bites.
The drive to her home is unusually long, and as I turn to ask what is going on, I notice my wringing hands and understand why. I am nervous and she is driving until I can calm myself. I reach over and put my hand over hers, squeezing it. She smiles and I take a deep breath and release it. We enjoy the drive for a few more minutes before coming to her complex.
She again smiles that reassuring smile that tugs at my heart so easily and I sling my bag over my shoulder and accompany her to her abode.
Resourceful and organized, Lisa has already done most of the cooking, allowing the food to keep warm in the oven. The small dinner table is set with candles and simple silverware. I take a few minutes to look around as she goes to the kitchen to fetch the entree, The stereo startles me a bit as she starts a CD with the remote. I don't recognize the music, but it is light and moving, prompting one to hum along. As I examine her sizable collection of pewter figurines she has finished in the kitchen.
"Shall we?", she asks.
"We shall", I reply playfully.