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The crowded dance club pounded with bass. The sea of people seemed to flow as one giant mass under the flashing lights. Lacey let her body move with the crowd and beat. It had been months since the 24-year-old brunette had been out with her friends and letting loose felt great. She wasn't sure if the room was moving from the several drinks she had been slamming back or if it was the lighting and music.
Everyone was crowded together so it wasn't unusual to get groped occasionally. It was hard to tell which ones were on purpose and which were people trying to make their way through the crowd. Lacey had on a tight black dress that looked like she had been poured into. At 5'3" and 110 lbs, she was petite and had curves in all the right places. Her dark hair matched her tight fitting dress. It left no room for a cell phone or wallet so she only had her ID and a credit card stuffed in with her 34D breasts. Lacey felt wild and free.
The night went by in a blur and before she knew it, she awoke to her head throbbing. The sun was shining in through her second story apartment window into her face. The noise of kids playing outside her window at the pool was just enough to annoy her. Lacey rolled over and grabbed another pillow and put it over her head. The pounding felt like she was still in the club, but her room was silent. She decided to get some aspirin and slowly rolled herself out of bed. As she stood up, the room was spinning wildly. She sat back down to try to stabilize herself and realized she still had her dress from last night on.
She pulled the tight dress down over her body and let it fall to the floor. Pulling out something more comfortable from her dresser, Lacy looked up at her mirror and saw her license and credit stuck to her left breast. She started to laugh, but the pain in her head cut it short. After getting some aspirin down, she went back to bed.
The sun was starting to set the next time Lacey woke up. It was her first week in her new apartment. After graduating from college, Lacey found a job in a nearby town and was starting on Monday. She needed to get some laundry done so she threw on some sweat pants and gathered up a load of clothes.
Walking down the steps from her Apartment, an old man was walking by with a small dog on a leash. He looked up with a kind smile. "Good evening."
Lacey didn't feel much like talking so she just said, "Hi" and kept walking. She instantly felt bad, so she promised herself she would stop and chat next time she saw him.
The laundry room was fairly close to her apartment, but she still felt groggy and struggled to get the washing machine started.
"Wow, you look like shit." A strong male voice said.
The sound of the voice made Lacey jump. She turned to see who had spoken with a dirty look. A guy sat on one of the washing machines across the room. He looked to be in his mid to late 20's with a pair of tight fitting jeans and no shirt on. His body was chiseled like a model in a magazine. His sandy blonde hair looked messy, yet styled and had a slightly unshaven face. The man was handsome, but a remark like that should only come from someone she knew well.
The man wasn't looking at her anymore to see her dirty look. Instead, he was looking at his smartphone like he hadn't spoken to her.
Lacey went back to trying to get the coin tray pushed in, but it wouldn't budge. She hit the top of the washer with an open palm.
"That won't help." The stranger said from his corner.
"Fuck off." Lacey replied. Deciding to try a new machine, she opened the door to move her clothes when the door suddenly slammed back shut. Startled, Lacey jumped back to see the shirtless man slide the coin tray with apparent ease and the washer started filling with water.
Feeling stupid, but not wanting to admit it, she glared at the man until he broke the silence. "You're welcome." he said. They stood for a moment, looking at each other. Lacey couldn't help but think if they met under different circumstances, things could have turned out very different. Despite his good looks, this guy clearly thinks he is God's gift to women. She instantly didn't like him.
Before she could come up with a response, he was out the door with a basket of clothes in his arms.
"Asshole." She said out loud. She didn't need his help. She didn't need anyone's help.
Lacey went back to her apartment and found her cell phone. There were two missed calls and five text messages from her boyfriend, Brian. They had met and started dating in college two years ago, but Brian had a job and wasn't able to move just yet with Lacey. It was only about an hour drive away so it wasn't that big of a deal to Lacey. While she wouldn't admit it to Brian, she was looking forward to having a little space. Brian could be clingy and jealous at times and it was clear he was mad because she was not returning his messages. Lacey decided she wasn't in the mood and turned her cell off to enjoy the quiet. She would deal with Brian later.
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Over the next two weeks, Lacey worked on settling into her new job and apartment. She had patched things up with Brian and they were back to talking daily. They made plans for Brian to come out Thursday night and spend a long weekend with Lacey. She found herself missing him after not seeing him for a few weeks and worked on planning a fun weekend together.
-Thursday 9 pm, Lacey's Apartment-
Headlights from a car flashed through the window next to the front door. Lacey jumped up to see if it was Brian and pulled the blinds open. Brian was pulling an old duffel bag out of the trunk of his newer model black Chevy Camaro. Lacey assumed he hadn't changed after work, but looked sharp with his gray business slacks and white Oxford dress shirt.
Lacey dashed out the door and down the steps to greet him. When Brian saw her running towards him, he dropped the duffel bag just before she jumped into his arms. They hugged tightly for several moments before Lacey leaned back and gave Brian several kisses.
"I have missed you soo much!" Lacey said in between kisses.
"Me too! Think we could go inside though?" Brian said with a smile.
Lacey dragged him in her apartment. He had helped her move in but had not seen it since she had put everything away. Brian set his bag down just inside the door and looked around.
"Looks like you're all settled in!" He said impressed with what she had done. The front door looked in on a small living room with a small kitchen and dining area to the left. On the other side of the living room, there was a small hallway with the bathroom and bedroom facing each other.
Lacey called to him from her room. "You can put your bag in here."
Brian stood about 5'10" and weighed about 160 lbs. His dark brown hair was combed neatly. His duffel bag did not match his appearance, but he always took it on short trips. When he walked into the bedroom, he stopped abruptly and dropped his bag.
In the middle of her full-size bed, Lacey was naked, stretched out leaning on one side. Her wavy dark lay perfectly over her shoulders reaching the top of her creamy breasts. Her skin looked so smooth and soft from years of being careful in the sun. Her dark hair contrasted against her pale skin. Brian noticed that she had trimmed her pubic hair leaving just a little dark strip, just as he liked it.
"You going to stand there all night?" Lacey asked seductively.
Brian stripped in record time and jumped onto the bed with Lacey. He kissed her all over starting with her tight stomach. She didn't have rock hard abs, but he wasn't fat either. He moved down her smooth legs all the way to her feet and massaged her toes with his hands. Moving back up the other leg he could smell the light clean scent of a fresh bath.
Brian gently moved his hands over her large breasts and massaged them gently. Her pink nipples stiffened under his palms. He lightly sucked on each one before moving up Lacey's neck and lightly nibbled on her ear.
