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Chapter One The Meeting
Master and I met at a bar, but he didn't exactly "pick me up" as we were
both with mutual friends. It was all so natural. We just started talking. There
was no pressure, and it never seemed like he was hitting on me at all. Though in
retrospect I suppose he was.
The night was over all to fast and he was leaving with his friends and I
was leaving with mine. Of course the second we got in the car, I got the usual
grilling. "So, what did you think?" "You were aweful chatty tonight." "Did you
get his number?" I laughed and blushed.
I didn't get his number though, and I did like him. I avoided the
questions pretty well and after getting home I laid awake thinking about him. I
guess being that this is the type of story that it is, I'll include the fact
that my fingers found their way under the waistline of my panties. I came with
images of him in my head.
The next day at work my mind wandered and it seemed like a very long
day. Finally around four a friend (Kim) called inviting me back out that night.
Of course, I never would usually go out on a Tuesday, but I couldn't say no
today and miss a chance to spend another night getting to know the person who
had been occupying my head all that day.
Now, the last 45 minutes of work would be REALLY long. What would I
wear? What would I wear UNDER it? Would I let him see what I wore under it if he
tried to find out? Would he even be there? If he was what would we talk about?
If he wasn't, then what would I do?
It was finally 5 O'clock I practically raced out of my building. I don't
recall the hour drive home. I was in the shower, and thoughts of masturbating
entered my head. I resisted though, convincing myself that some pent up sexual
energy would be good tonight. In my towel I flicked through the clothes in my
closet. "No, no, no...no...maybe." One outfit half thrown on the bed, then
another, and another. In all I think there were 5 I was considering.
I tried each on, glancing at the clock the cable company conveniently
placed in their box after each one. He was only wearing jeans and a t-shirt last
night. I didn't want to over do it. It wasn't summer yet but I thought I could
get away with a white spaghetti string pullover that showed my belly. Now I
needed a strapless bra though or it would look kinda tacky. I decided against a
skirt and for a pair of jeans that had a nice low cut waistline and was form
fitting down to the knees where it flared out into sort of a bell-bottom.
Underwear could now be decided on. I found a white strapless bra that
looked good enough for a guy to see should it come to that. Panties were a
little more difficult. These jeans would show lines if I didn't wear thongs, but
I hate thongs so I tried to avoid them. After trying on 3 pairs of bikini briefs
and examining my ass in the mirror I resigned the fact that I had no choice.
Thongs had to be worn. I decided that white was the way to go with the white
bra, and also I suppose to seem more innocent. (should things go that far)
Comcast's gift said it was past seven; Kim was picking me up at 7:30. No
time to eat, and I didn't want to chance getting anything on my shirt anyway. I
was nervous; I reapplied some deodorant, and put on my favorite perfume. I
checked my teeth just to be sure, and used some Scope. I checked Comcast again.
Now I was waiting, the worst part of any date. But this wasn't really a
date was it? No, I was just going out with some friends. I didn't even know if
they guy would be there. I looked in the mirror again. I check my ass, no
underwear lines. I smiled at that. I looked out the window down to the street. I
opened the refrigerator. I looked inside. I closed it. I opened the cabinet. I
closed it. Finally I heard a horn.
I ran into the bathroom and checked my face and teeth again. I put some
powder on my face even though I loathe makeup. I bit my lower then upper lip to
get a little extra blood flowing into them. He might be in the car after all.
The car's horn sounded again as I walked downstairs. My platform style
shoes wouldn't allow me to even attempt to run. I took a deep breath as I opened
the front door of my building. The car was there and only Kim inside of it. I
walked out to the car and she greeted me.
"Well?" I asked looking over at her as she pressed on the gas pedal.
"Well what?" she asked back with a huge grin on her face.
I faked a giggle as I blushed and asked my question again, "Is he going
to be there?"
Kim was laughing now, "Would I have even invited you on a Tuesday night
if he wasn't going to be?"
"I guess not" I let out through my smile.
"Am I dressed ok?" I asked.
"Sure, he'll be talking to your chest all night."
"Well if he does you don't have to invite me next time." I told her.
"And if he doesn't?" she asked half joking.
"If he doesn't, then we'll just hope that he's the one doing the
inviting."
We were in the parking lot, and I suddenly felt over dressed for a
Tuesday night. We slowly walked toward the bar together, crossing the street
then toward the door. My heart began to thump in my chest. The first 2 minutes
would be the most awkward.
We walked in, the guys were already there and Kim and Shawn met half way
between the bar and the door, first hugging then a quick peck on each other's
lips. The man I was there to meet looked me up and down. I didn't mind, I wanted
him to look, as long as it didn't turn into an uncomfortable stare. I smiled at
him and he smiled back. He ordered hard lemonade for me without asking what I
wanted. I suppose that would have put off some women, but I wasn't.
I walked up to the bar grasping the drink. I thanked him while smiling.
He smiled back and nodded. There was nothing to really watch on the TV tonight,
and Shawn and Kim were obviously not going to help us get into any conversation.
He grabbed a few dollar bills off the bar and asked if I wanted to help
him pick some songs on the jukebox. I smiled as I nodded and started following
him to the rear of the bar. The bills were fed into the machine and we picked 9
songs. All were rock, and we agreed easily on each one.
Once back at the bar conversation was a little easier. We talked about
music for a while, then sports. I love baseball and can talk about the Yankees
all day long. From baseball we moved to work, from work to schools. We started
with high school then to college, from there we talked about friends, and ex boy
and girlfriends. That led the conversation to sex.
It was my fault really. I knew it as soon as I had said it. No matter
how I phrase it, if I'm honest I just can't avoid people wanting to know more.
One of my ex-boyfriends and I broke up on fairly bad terms all revolving around
sex.
He wanted to know if the guy just sucked in bed, or what the story was.
He seemed concerned. I was on my third hard lemonade and excused myself to the
bathroom. I grabbed Kim and we walked to the rear of the bar. I wanted to look
back and see if he was watching me walk away, but resisted the temptation until
I made the turn into the door. He was looking, that was a good sign.
Kim was asking a million questions. I barely heard her. My mind was on
what I'd tell him about my sexual habits. I usually don't broach the subject
until much later. Maybe I should just tell him that I'm not comfortable talking
about it right now. That's what I'd do, but I just hope it doesn't make him
uncomfortable.
After a short chat with Kim we headed back to the bar. I sat next to the
new interest in my life and took a deep breath as quietly as possible. I looked
at him, and he looked back as if waiting for me to say something. I smiled
uncomfortably and took a sip of my drink.
"Look, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. It's no big
deal." He said finally.
Now I felt even more obligated to tell him the truth, but I really
didn't want to yet. "Lets just say that he didn't meet my sexual needs, and he
took it very personally." I ended up telling him.
He quickly changed the subject to lighter things. The uncomfortable 5
minutes were forgotten and we laughed at each other's stories for another hour.
Kim was nudging me, saying that we had to go after this drink. I relayed the
information down the bar.
This was the moment of truth, would he make arrangements to see me again
or not? He surprised me by excusing himself, and heading out the door. I was
confused. Kim shrugged.
He was back within a minute though. He was carrying a cell phone. I was
really confused, but tried to just look casual.
"OK, here is the plan." He said.
"We'll go out to dinner or something tomorrow night, I'll call you on
here to confirm." He handed me the cellphone.
He broke out a more detailed explanation. "If everything goes to our
liking at dinner, and we want to see each other again, I'll call you again. If
we don't get along, I take the cellphone back and you never hear from me again.
When you're comfortable enough to tell me about the ex, we shouldn't need the
cell anymore. That sound good?"
I was somewhat taken by all this. He didn't ask me out. He said we were
going out. Was he being arrogant? Was he just confident? Could he read me that
well? The cell gave a good comfort level. I wouldn't have to change my number if
he turned into a wacko after dinner tomorrow night. I liked it. New,
interesting, yeah, I defiantly liked the idea and told him so.
The drive back to my apartment was filled with questions from Kim. I
filled her in the best I could during the 15 minute drive. She seemed satisfied
with the details I gave and she seemed happy that I'd hit it off with one of her
boyfriend's friends.
As I walked up the stairs my new cellphone rang. It startled me at
first, but I answered it quickly.
"Hello?"
"Oh good, just wanted to make sure it worked" I heard from the other
end.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow." He said before I could respond.
I heard a click and I opened my door. After I got inside I was undressed
and in bed within minutes. It was late and I was tired. My dreams were filled
with images of him, always standing over me.
