Chapter 2

I worked closing on Tuesday night, and on Wednesday was getting nervous as the night drew to a close. In fact, after my last set, I changed into my street clothes and just hung out in the dressing room until the end of my shift. Tiger came off the stage and saw me there, and as she often did came and sat in my lap.

Now I am not into other girls at all, I realized that when I was fourteen and did some “practice kissing” with a few of my girl friends. It was nice but did nothing to excite me. Kissing boys was much more fun. But I smiled as she did so and pet her back as she asked me why I was not hustling for a last private dance before the end of the night.

“Well, you remember that guy I was sitting with on Monday?” She nodded, and I admitted I had gone on a date with him that night and had another one with him tonight.

“Annie, that’s great. I’m happy for you, does Jerry know?”

“Yeah, he does Kim. I told Tom the rules, he gets it.” And I grinned and pulled her head to my chest and snuggled her as Kim started to purr. I even lowered my hand and scritched the base of her tail, something that she loved, as she was as much cat as girl after her change. She was just so adorable, and one of my best friends. She got up and got dressed also, and we talked until it was time to go tip out.

That done, I raced home and took a fast shower. I then spent an hour doing my hair, then deciding on a white underwear set, and a green dress. I sighed as I went back in and selected a nice perfume for the night, wishing I could wear makeup.

Oh, I had tried a few times. And trust me, on skin as white as mine was, it looked silly. Like I was a clown with makeup. Even lipstick looked like I was The Joker, it just stood out so much it was comical. But I did put on some lip gloss, the most I could really get away with. I smiled at the results, a nice shine, but not so much as it would be distracting.

I had just finished moving my wallet to my clutch when there was a knock on the door. I grabbed it, and opened it, and smiled at Tom. He whistled softly and said I looked amazing. I took his hand, and together we walked to his car. We had talked on the phone the night before and decided on dinner and a movie. So we hit a diner and then drove to one of two theaters in town. The movie was a science fiction one, fairly enjoyable but nothing special. But it was nice holding hands through it. Then he drove me home and asked when we could do it again.

We decided on Friday night, and he once again walked me to my door. This time our kisses lasted for about 5 minutes, and I pulled back and smiled at him. I realized that standing under my porch light we were giving all the neighbors a show, so I took his hand and pulled Tom inside.

There, we kissed again, arms around each other as finally our tongues really went to work. I was pressing my body tight against his and sighed when his hands moved around to grasp my bottom. It was wonderful, and we continued for another 15 minutes or so, and we were both out of breath as we looked into each other’s eyes.

He said he would be here at 7 again, and with a final kiss, I let him out the door and watched as he got into his car and left.

That night, I knew the shower massager would not be enough. I slid into bed once I was nude, and with my fingers quickly went to work. I was burning up, and dripping wet. I reached into my nightstand and pulled out my favorite toy, an 8-inch red jelly vibrator. It was soon deep inside of me, and I was moaning through the first of three orgasms that night, the fingers of my right hand almost frantic on my clit as my left pushed it in and out of me, over and over again.

Fuck, I knew I really needed that as after the last one, I was feeling satisfied, and lethargic. And with some last caresses, I curled up and went to sleep.

The next morning I went shopping and got some groceries along with some other things. And then relaxed and watched some TV before throwing my bag together and heading for work. And as it was the night shift, I did really good for a Thursday night. One guy was even a semi-regular, and I let him play with the sides of my boobs as I ground against him through 6 songs. And am pretty sure he came during the last one.

It was with a grin I headed home with over $800 in my purse. A few more weeks, and I could get that new TV and entertainment center I had my eyes on. It was a nice 50-inch unit and combined with one of those new Blu-ray players it would be a great gift to myself.

On Friday I again rushed home after work, and after taking a shower got into a pair of sweats. I went into the kitchen and started to get everything together. I had thrown together a stew before work, and after cooking all day in the crockpot it was perfect. The roast was falling apart with a fork, and the potatoes were just right. At 6:30 I opened the red wine I had selected so it could breathe and got into the green dress I had planned for tonight.

I had just finished setting the table when Tom knocked on the door. He asked if I was ready, and looked surprised when I invited him inside. We shared a tender kiss, and I told him to have a seat. He was impressed with the dinner and poured the wine as we sat down to eat.

He said the meal was excellent and much better than he had expected. I was figuring we could try that new place across town, but this is much better. And so long as I am with you, I am happy.” I smiled at him and we touched glasses and continued eating. And I knew he was not kidding, as he ate half of it by himself, and I looked and saw there would only be enough left over for a single meal for me.

We cuddled up on the couch and watched TV after that, mostly watching what was on TV. It felt nice leaning against his shoulder, and when one of the shows ended I turned and moved my lips to his. At that, we started kissing, this time with no worries about nosey neighbors, or much of anything else.

I moaned out loud when his lips moved to my neck, and I pushed tighter against him. His hands were all over my back and sides, and surely he had noticed I was not wearing a bra that night. After quite a while of that, I slid into his lap and sighed softly as I felt his bulge under my ass. And after kissing some more, I finally knew I had to take the lead. I took his hand into mine as his tongue was in my mouth, and moved it to my breast.

We sighed into each other’s mouths as he cupped me, and started to tenderly yet firmly caress my breast. And after a few minutes, I shivered as his fingers found my nipple. And oh, he was getting me so hot! His fingers were perfect, squeezing just the right amount, and making me gasp as he pulled, then released. Then repeated it on the other side.

I was by this time so hot I was grinding against him, and turned so instead of sitting across his lap I was straddling him. Now I could feel him even better against me and nodded as we kissed when I felt him open the front of my dress. His hands felt even better on my bare skin, and a while later his mouth was even better. Fuck, that boy really knew how to suck a nipple! One, then kissing across to the other, then kissing around them in circles. I had removed his shirt by this time, and his chest felt just as lovely to me. Nicely muscled, but not overly so. Nice trim waist, and hair that felt amazing to run my fingers through.

But this was only our third date, or was it? It could be our sixth or our eighth. It all depended on how you counted it, I guess. But finally, we both started to cool things down again. And the last 15 minutes were of soft, gentle kisses until I felt him actually pull my dress back up, and actually button it closed again.

No man, and I mean no man had ever done that before. They always seemed to leave it to me to get myself back together again. And not to be outdone, I reached to the other side of the couch and found his shirt, and then did the same thing in return. I just could not tuck it back into his slacks, as he was sitting down and I was still in his lap.

We cuddled and talked for a bit, and both admitted that had been amazing. He then asked me when I was available again. I told him I did not work weekends, so was available the next night. We kissed a bit more, and he asked what I wanted to do.

I asked if we could do dinner at his house, and he apologized and said that might not be a good idea. I then kicked myself, remembering that he was living with his sister and her husband at the moment. “OK, how about this then. I have a small propane grill in the back. You bring the steaks, I will provide the rest. And we can finish the wine we opened tonight.” He said that was a great idea, and after a bit more kissing he headed on home.

And I was amazed as even though I was wet and flustered, I did not feel the urge to masturbate when I got into bed. I simply laid my head on the pillow and was in a happy slumber within minutes.

Remembering the night before, I did some more shopping that day. A 5-pound bag of potatoes, fresh corn and lima beans for succotash, and a carrot cake for dessert. And as I had been single for a long time and could not remember how many I had in my nightstand, a box of a dozen condoms.

Not that I was planning on using them that night, but it never hurts to be prepared. I of course was already on the pill, but a girl can not be too careful.

The mashed potatoes were done and the corn and lima beans in the microwave, and the grill cleaned when Tom knocked on the door. We shared another kiss, and I led him to the backyard. It was indeed a small grill, as it was only me, and I did not see the need for anything larger when I got it. But it fit the two large steaks he got just fine, and I left him to it after bringing him a beer.

Table set, carrot cake on the counter defrosting, and wine poured he brought the steaks in. Grilled perfectly, he was even better at it than I was. And so tender! I was almost afraid to ask how much they had cost, but it could not have been all that much I figured.

I only finished half of mine, and he apologized. “It’s OK Tom, I can have it tomorrow. Or the day after that. But it was really good, it is just more than I usually eat. Desert can wait a bit, is that OK?

He agreed, and this time I turned on the stereo and was back astraddle his hips as we were making out again. This time I had worn shorts and a shirt, and it was not long before the shirt and bra were on the floor, along with his shirt. And as he moved back and forth giving lovely oral attention to each of my nipples, he moved his hands to caress my ass.

And after talking and caressing each other as we took a break to catch our breaths, we were at it again. This time, his hands down the back of my shorts. And I let him know I was enjoying that by moving the hand that was in his hair and opening the buttons on the front, giving his hand more room.

But after a bit, we took another break, and one after the other using the bathroom. When he rejoined me, I had cut the carrot cake, and we sat at the table and held hands as we ate it. And it was, strange and liberating to do so. As all I had done was fasten my shorts again, we were both still topless.

The dessert finished, Tom headed back to the couch. But I shook my head, and tossed down two throw pillows and spread out my lap blanket on the floor, and laid down on top of it. This was oh so much better! I was on my back, and his hands and lips seemed like they were everywhere! And when his hand moved to the buttons, I made an agreeable sound and he opened the buttons.

And we both moaned as his hand slipped inside, and started massaging my mound. Fuck, this was incredible, almost like school again. Taking our time, teasing as well as pleasing each other. And after playing in my forest a bit, he finally moved down to the canyon. I can say without a doubt he was the second white man I had gone this far with, and the best of any man I had ever been with. His fingers were insistent and gentle. He pushed them into me at the perfect time, and when he slid them out and my shorts and panties down, I lifted my bottom and was moaning into his mouth the entire time. My first orgasm was so intense, I thought I was going to pass out. And I know I had broken my lips from his and was moaning and crying his name when my second one swept over and through me.

Fuck, and he was divorced? What a stupid cunt his wife must have been. I did not even care if he had a tiny stub of a cock, his fingers were amazing! As were his kisses, which were enough to get me dripping even without touching me at all. And after a lot more kissing and cuddling as I finally had to push his hand away, I gasped as he once again started kissing me, and slowly moving back to my breasts.