damppanties
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okie... fine with me. I'll just change it to Sunday I guess.
New chain story... Blossoming Rose.
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So mine is due 2/1? Ok, can do, but will probably write and post it before then.
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I agree with DM that journal entries are not written every day. I liked the innocence of DP's story and am waiting in suspense for DN's portion.
HOWEVER, I do have a concern or a question. I haven't quite formulated the difference in my mind.
CAHAB: so you are expecting people to NOT read this story as you allude? I thought you wanted to have it, or portions at least, entered into LIT contests?
How slow is slow? LOL - I sound like I'm on a date!
But really, how slow is slow? Like the lesbian scenario. How vanilla do you want it to be? I mean I can certainly do sensual, BUT it has been my experience . . . and we are trying to keep it real here, that a person can push boundries, and does, even with someone who is inexperienced in a particular, well, something.
So to get BACK to CM's question. IS DIANA A VIRGIN? This would help answer many of my questions, and would help me in writing my portion titled "Another vanilla lesbian act."
Apologies for my sarcasm. All in fun
Thanks
HOWEVER, I do have a concern or a question. I haven't quite formulated the difference in my mind.
CAHAB: so you are expecting people to NOT read this story as you allude? I thought you wanted to have it, or portions at least, entered into LIT contests?
How slow is slow? LOL - I sound like I'm on a date!
But really, how slow is slow? Like the lesbian scenario. How vanilla do you want it to be? I mean I can certainly do sensual, BUT it has been my experience . . . and we are trying to keep it real here, that a person can push boundries, and does, even with someone who is inexperienced in a particular, well, something.
So to get BACK to CM's question. IS DIANA A VIRGIN? This would help answer many of my questions, and would help me in writing my portion titled "Another vanilla lesbian act."
Apologies for my sarcasm. All in fun
Thanks
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I assume she isn't...just kind of inexperienced. She had a boyfriend, if not a great relationship with him. She also fully used the uber vibe given to her by the roomate, and nothing in that story included her devirginization. I'm writing from that perspective. Not a virgin, but not all that experienced or awakened yet.
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cahab
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CharleyH said:I agree with DM that journal entries are not written every day. I liked the innocence of DP's story and am waiting in suspense for DN's portion.
HOWEVER, I do have a concern or a question. I haven't quite formulated the difference in my mind.
CAHAB: so you are expecting people to NOT read this story as you allude? I thought you wanted to have it, or portions at least, entered into LIT contests?
How slow is slow? LOL - I sound like I'm on a date!
But really, how slow is slow? Like the lesbian scenario. How vanilla do you want it to be? I mean I can certainly do sensual, BUT it has been my experience . . . and we are trying to keep it real here, that a person can push boundries, and does, even with someone who is inexperienced in a particular, well, something.
So to get BACK to CM's question. IS DIANA A VIRGIN? This would help answer many of my questions, and would help me in writing my portion titled "Another vanilla lesbian act."
Apologies for my sarcasm. All in fun
Thanks
Ok. Initially:
Di is not a virgin, though she had never had an orgasm, and only had sex a few timeswith one very inexperienced and selfish lover.
Di is not a lesbian, and like the vast majority of people quite homophobic about the concept. A lesbian scene therefore should be in the context of a conversation about what one can and caannot do or have done to you, about your own body. It is therefore merely lesbian because the other person is of the same sex. There is no love in the act, it's just about exploring bodies, so kissing, for instance, is probably out (though the temptation to go with it might be nice).
As for pushing boundaries: Merely allowing this to happen is pushing boundaries for Di. Many people, including myself, who do this for the first time have been fantasizing about it for months, or even years, and so want todo everything all at once. The nice thing about Di is that she hadn't even considered them, that she comes to each experience fresh.
That said, her partner might try to push some boundaries in the course of it.
What i mean by slow is that, in the words of some feedback I recieved recently, if we are not careful this thing will escalate to rape and murder somewhere around june, and then just die. Each entry should be a tiny increment on the last, lest we peak to soon, and stain the fresh sheets.
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Chapter One Online
Just thought I'd let you know the first chapter has been approved:
Blossoming Rose Chapter One.
Don't forget to vote!
Just thought I'd let you know the first chapter has been approved:
Blossoming Rose Chapter One.
Don't forget to vote!
damppanties
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Can anyone please suggest a suitable tagline for my chapter? I totally suck at those one-line things.
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Re: Chapter One Online
Came, saw, voted.
The link at the end came out nice. Should I put one at the end of mine too? How'd you do it?
cahab said:
Came, saw, voted.
The link at the end came out nice. Should I put one at the end of mine too? How'd you do it?
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CharleyH said:Hm, let's see how creative I can be today:
Peeping Diana wets her lips?
(laughing. I'm so easily amused.)
One more try?
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Dirt Man said:
lol. I like it. I'm stealing it. Thanks.
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Re: Re: Re: Re: Chapter One Online
Check out cahab's chapter. After the end of the story, there's a request for other authors to join the chain if they want. There's a link to this thread there. I'm doing the same for my chapter. If this is going to go on for a year, we will need more authors.
Dirt Man said:
Check out cahab's chapter. After the end of the story, there's a request for other authors to join the chain if they want. There's a link to this thread there. I'm doing the same for my chapter. If this is going to go on for a year, we will need more authors.
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CharleyH said:
I am not sure where I fit in the scheme of things since I don't know, at this point, how far we are allowed to go with Diana.
CM
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CharleyH said:
Nope. Pending with 12 views. I think it will take a bit longer as the V Day contest is going on. Always takes longer during the contests. I'll link here when I'm posted.
Did DN finish and mail her chapter to you? Have you started? Then when you finish, you can mail it to CM or DM, whoever is going after you and they can just go a lil bit further on what you've done. There's no way how someone can say how far we can go with Diana. I guess its measured by how far the person before you has gone and then you go the next teeny step.
As to who is after CharleyH, the one who says "I am" first.
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damppanties said:Did DN finish and mail her chapter to you? Have you started? Then when you finish, you can mail it to CM or DM, whoever is going after you and they can just go a lil bit further on what you've done. There's no way how someone can say how far we can go with Diana. I guess its measured by how far the person before you has gone and then you go the next teeny step.
I hope to finish the chapter today
Sorry to be out of touch...was at a sex toy party last night so I wasn't diligently working
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Ok...to abide by Cahab's wishes and to keep Di from getting too out of hand, I've modified my story a bit. As you'll see, there's a fantasy of a threesome, keeping it in the group category, but preventing Di from moving too quickly. Here's what I'm submitting as chapter 3. I hope I've still managed to effectively set the scene for CH.
Chapter 3
Wednesday
Dear Journal
I don’t know what’s come over me. How did I end up accepting a job on a strip tour (even if it’s only as a gopher/maid), getting drunk with my roommate’s lover and almost having sex with him? Lack of money does weird things to a girl. As does the influence of a good vibrator, I suppose (I don’t know what else to blame for my encounter with Bruno).
I suppose I should go back to the end of my last entry. I had seen Bruno and Marie having sex (well, more accurately I had spied on them having sex), and he had become the subject of various masturbation sessions for me. Bruno is Kevin’s physical opposite…taller, more muscular and certainly less inhibited.
The day after I saw them together, I approached Marie about this whole tour thing. I did need the money and the appeal of no rent drove me to it. And maybe, just maybe, working for that sort of people would help me with the whole “making myself not frigid” thing. She was eating breakfast and reading the type of romance novel with half naked people across the front of it.
“Morning,” I said to her. “Any good?” I gestured to the book.
“Honestly, a bit tame, but I do love how they get together in the end of these stories. But the sex is so…vanilla, y’know?” She set the book down. “Have you thought about the tour? You’ll have to make a decision soon.”
“Um, about that. I hate to admit it, but I have no idea what I’d be getting myself in for. What exactly would I need to do?” I blushed and moved to pour myself a bowl of cereal and some juice if only so I’d have something to look at other than her.
Marie smiled. I never realized how nice she was until the last couple weeks. I wish we’d gotten to be friends earlier than this. “I was wondering when you’d get up the courage to ask. Basically you’ll be something between a gopher and a maid. You’ll help the dancers change their costumes, which sometimes they have to do really quickly. You’ll run some errands for us…mostly things like picking up lunches when we’re in towns that don’t have delivery or running to a drugstore for tampons and such. There’d be some light packing and unpacking. There are 10 female dancers on the tour, and a few men for some of the more interesting scenes, but you’d be helping just us. From what I’ve heard and my limited experience with it, it’s a lot like a long slumber party or living in a girl’s dorm, except we allow men into our rooms. Oh, you’d share a room, probably with another helper. They usually have 3 or so girls who do what you’d be doing,” seeing the look of relief on my face she giggled. “Darlin’ you didn’t think you’d have to dance or anything do you?” She laughed again. “Remember, I had to do a video to get accepted on this thing, and I’m hardly the headliner.”
“That sounds okay,” I said with sincere relief.
“Great. I’ll have Bruno come over tonight with the paperwork. He’s in charge of getting the tour together. Too bad he won’t be coming with us,” She glanced at the clock and make her excuses. She had a yoga class and then some sort of dance class. I never realized how much effort she put into being a dancer. I guess I had always thought you just stood on stage and wiggled whilst removing your clothes.
I was nervous all day. I hoped Marie would be back before Bruno got here. I was worried about being alone in a room with him. I was certain I’d start blushing like a little girl. Would he be able to tell I’d been fantasizing about him? More unnerving were the little scenarios that went through my head. What if I answered the door wearing something short and flirty (not that I owned a lot of short and flirty outfits, but I’m sure I could’ve borrowed something appropriate from Marie’s closet)? What if he ripped my clothes off and made love…scratch that, fucked (Diana Rose, stop cringing…fuck is a GOOD word) me.
I didn’t have the courage, and when the doorbell rang, I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Marie wasn’t home. I opened the door and was immediately struck by his…maleness. He was wearing jeans and a shirt as well, but on him they looked like, I don’t know how to describe it…hot?
“Di, right? I’m Bruno,” he said. His deep voice shocked me because it sent this little electricity through my, well, area.
“Yes. Um, come in. Would you like anything to drink?” I know I sounded like a hostess out of the 1950’s, but I just wasn’t sure how to react or what to do.
“Sure, Jack Daniels if you’ve got it. Let’s sit down and I’ll explain the contract to you,” He took a seat at our table and I got him his drink. Thinking I might need some sort of alcoholic fortification myself, I poured a glass of wine forgetting that I had no tolerance for it.
Bruno explained all the points in the contract. What my obligations were, how my housing and meals would be provided, my pay, and all that stuff. It wasn’t my imagination that he moved a bit closer to me. Nor that he kept looking at my chest. I didn’t want to look, but I’m sure that my nipples were advertising their presence, even through the bra.
After I signed them, he poured us another round of drinks to “toast” my new job. He took a long drink from his glass, and not wanting to be rude I did too. We sat down in the living room, together, on the couch and started talking.
I confessed to him that I’d never been to a strip club and he laughed and said he’d have to fix that for me. At one point he looked me up and down and said that I had a good body to strip, although my breasts were a little small. But, he said giving me this sexy grin, a lot of guys enjoy small breasts. Martini glass ones he called them. He laughed seeing my puzzled look and got up to get one out of our cabinet. He brought it back and held it against my chest. My breast barely filled more than the glass. He grinned and repeated that they were perfect martini breasts.
I should have expected it, but I was shocked when he reached out and cupped the breast that had been glass covered just a moment ago. He ran a thumb over my nipple, which was definitely hard now. I never thought of my breasts as particularly sensitive, but at that second, I don’t think I had feeling anywhere else in my body. Well, maybe ONE other place.
Seeing my look of confusion and arousal, he leaned forward and kissed me. Ok, so now that I’m certain I’m not frigid, I can freely admit that I’m really inexperienced. I’d kissed boys before, even if my first kiss hadn’t been until I was almost out of high school, but I’d never been kissed this, well, thoroughly I guess you’d call it before. I didn’t even realize that I’d opened my mouth until I felt his tongue teasing mine into his.
Bruno pulled me onto his lap, straddling him. His hands were in my hair and his mouth was suddenly on my neck, sending all sorts of messages to my body. Positioned as I was, I couldn’t help but feel his penis rubbing against me. When his hand slid under my shirt and bra to tease my breast, I began moving back and forth on his lap, like I was riding him. I felt so much pressure down there that I had to do something.
I worked up the nerve to put my hands under his shirt, and he was saying encouraging things to me, reassuring me that I was doing things properly. Then he told me to raise my arms, and he pulled the shirt off me. With one hand, he opened my bra and that came off too. Then he encouraged me to take off his shirt.
He lay me down on the couch and got on top of me. I had my legs together, but he pressed against them with a knee and when he began to suckle one of my breasts, it was like I wasn’t in charge of my own body anymore. My legs practically flew apart, and he rewarded me with a thrust of his crotch against mine. He kept sucking one breast while playing with the other with a hand. Then he switched and I gasped at how cold the room felt. My nipple was wet from his licking and sucking and when he pulled on it using his fingers I couldn’t help but arch my hips, my body knowing what I wanted even if I didn’t.
Bruno kissed his way down my body to the top of my jeans. I was trying to catch my breath when he pulled them down. I hadn’t even noticed when he’d undid the button or zipper…it must’ve been earlier. He stood for a moment to pull them completely off me.
It suddenly occurred to my brain that I was laying on my roommate’s couch, totally naked, with one of her lovers. But the wine had kicked in by now, and I didn’t feel ashamed, only aroused. My legs were still apart and Bruno moved between them. He still had his jeans on. The material felt rough against my thigh. He, well, held my lower lips open with a hand and looked at me.
Now, Diary, I must confess that I’ve never been the type of girl to look at myself down there. So I’m not really sure why he’d want to. But he really seemed to like it, and even I could tell that I was really wet. He bent down and I waited, wondering what he’d do next. Kevin had told me that he wouldn’t do anything down there, but I knew some men liked to lick women’s vagina’s, pussies, whatever. I’d never experienced it and I wondered what it felt like.
I heard him inhale and he said only one word “Perfect.” I felt so beautiful in that second that I decided I’d have to take a look later.
Then, and diary you have to believe that I’m not exaggerating, I felt like the world exploded when he put his tongue on my clit and began to wiggle it. I had thought that my vibrator had made me orgasm, but that was nothing compared to what Bruno did to me. He made me come four times, and I was shamelessly begging for him to fuck me.
Bruno slid three (three!!!!) fingers inside me and began to move them up and down. Still wanting his penis, I bravely reached out and stroked him through his jeans. He leaned down and after nibbling and kissing my neck he murmured that I’d have to earn it.
“How?” I asked.
I never got to find out the answer, because Marie walked in at that moment.
“I see I’m interrupting something. Don’t worry, I’m not even here,” she said and I heard her walk off.
I pushed Bruno off me and ran to my room, ashamed and frightened. How could I do this? Would I lose my job?
I heard their voices a few minutes later, but couldn’t hear what they said. I had covered my head with a pillow in shame.
But after awhile, the shame faded, and I was left reliving the whole scene over and over in my head. And yes, Diary, I spent some time with my new best friend (really, how did I ever live without a vibrator?) considering all the possibilities of what Bruno might have demanded. I’m blushing even as I write this, but one of the thing I imagined was what it might have been like if Marie had joined us.
Since I can’t tell anyone else about this…I know there are plenty of girls who like girls, but I just got over my whole “my body is icky” thing. I barely have any experience with men. But, ashamed as I am to admit it, I think about Marie.
What if Bruno had told me what to do to her? My fantasy unfolded from that thought. I don’t think there’s any way I’d ever have enough courage to touch another girl on my own, but if he told me to do it, I think I could.
So, if Marie had walked in and said instead “Can I join you?” I think things would’ve gone like this…
Bruno would have told her yes, and to get out of her clothes so she could catch up with us. Whilst she did that, he’d turn back to me and tell me that to get what I wanted I’d have to give him a great blow job. He’d have me kneel on the floor and undo his jeans. That big beautiful cock would be right in front of me, not far away and only seen through a keyhole. In my fantasy, I knew how to give perfect head.
While my mouth was sliding up and down on his pole, I’d feel hands in my hair. But not Bruno’s….they’d belong to Marie. She’d guide me further and further down him until I had his whole cock in my mouth. She’d press her breasts (those weren’t martini breasts either, they were big and beautiful) against my back and kiss my neck as we rocked against Bruno together.
He’d stop me before he came. Then we’d lay on a big bed (it’s my fantasy, there can be a bed in the living room if I want one there). He’d begin to kiss Marie’s breasts while I lay next to her and he fondled my clit. Then he’d order Marie to kiss me. I think her lips would be really soft against mine, nothing like a man’s. He’d lay behind me, keeping me against Marie, while he told her to do things to me.
What if she did those same things to my clit that Bruno had? And what if then he made me do the same thing? I imagined that I was fearless and that she had screamed as loudly as I hear her through my walls.
Then I imagined that beautiful penis taking me from behind as I licked Marie’s clit. Then him laying on top of me and fucking me whilst Marie watched and played with herself. Or that he’d fuck Marie whilst I kissed her.
By the time I was done imagining the scene, diary, my sheets were soaked in several places and I had to change them before I could write to you, or sleep.
Friday
Dear Diary
I have now seen my first strip show. I am impressed. Like I said in my last entry, I had no idea how much effort and talent goes into taking one’s clothes off to music.
But first I suppose I should tell you what happened with Marie after the thing with Bruno. I was really scared to leave my bedroom yesterday. But Marie knocked on my door and actually brought me breakfast in bed. We had the most amazing talk. She actually apologized for walking in on us.
“If I’d’ve known,” she told me “I would have found something else to do. You deserve a good fuck, Di.”
I blushed at that comment. I protested that he was her lover, or boyfriend or whatever.
“Not at all. We have sex sometimes, and he’s damn good at it, but he’s not mine. You should try him, he’s amazing. It looked like you were having a good time,” she said.
I told her that I had signed the papers and she told me how excited she was for me.
That night when she got home from work, she told me that Bruno had told her my secret…that I’d never seen a strip act. She insisted I come see her dance tonight. I tried to protest, but she kept talking, telling me she’d have a table reserved for me and that all my drinks would be free. I’d get to meet the girls I’d be on tour with. Of course I was coming and she’d see me there at 8, or else.
I spent two hours trying to figure out what one wears to a strip club. I finally decided on a black skirt and a red blouse that Marie had given me on my last birthday. I’d never had the courage to wear it, it had a low vee front and was fire engine, sexy underwear coloured red. But if there was a perfect place to wear it, it had to be a strip club. I had to borrow some black heels…mine looked too matronly to wear with this outfit. I also borrowed some red lipstick as my colours were all versions of the same tame pink. Looking in the mirror, I actually would call myself sexy. In a strange way, it made me feel powerful.
I took a cab to the club. I blushed when I saw that one of the men standing outside was Bruno. I bit my lip and walked over to them. Bruno smiled, and greeted me, saying he’d take me into the club. As we walked together, he slid a hand over my ass and whispered in my ear that I looked “fucking hot” and that “we’d have to finish what we started” sometime soon.
The club was very pretty, done in dark black with silver accents. My seat was right next to the stage, where a girl was doing something incredibly athletic on the pole that went from stage to ceiling. I was so distracted by it that I didn’t’ realize that Bruno had left or that I was just standing next to my chair until Marie came over and gently nudged me into it. She brought me a fruity drink of some kind and took the seat next to me.
Gesturing towards the girl onstage, she told me that the girl was named Beth but used the stage name “Starr.” Her stage name, she said was “Jaymie.” She said that she’d be dancing in a half hour and that I had to promise to stay for at least two hours when there would be a break and she could take me backstage to meet the girls.
I was impressed, and a little, well, aroused by what I saw over the next couple of hours. Marie used all her dance training to make her act more than just taking off her clothes. She made it like a story. Like she was a schoolgirl shyly taking her clothes off for her lover for the first time. Her music was a song about “take my breath away,” a slow number. And it was like she was dancing only for me…I totally forgot about all the other people there. I wonder if they felt like that too? Another girl was much more upbeat, incorporating hip hop moves to her sexy gyrations. Several girls slithered around the pole. It never felt forced when they removed items of clothing.
Diary, I shouldn’t have felt aroused at the sight of them. But I did. I’d be mortified if anyone knew. But I was turned on by their soft looking skin, the peaks of their nipples and the way their gstrings enhanced their lower bodies. I’d never found an ass attractive before tonight’s. Kevin’s had been flat. And hairy, come to think of it. But these women had round, sexy asses framed in silver, in pink, in gold thongs and gstrings. To a one, I realized that they shaved their pubic hair. I wondered how they did it. The idea of shaving was a bit scary to me, but maybe I could ask Marie?
When Marie took me backstage, rather than embarrassed or aroused, I felt like I had joined a club and was the newest most popular member. All the girls wanted to meet me, ask me questions, comment on how my accent was “adorable!” and introduce themselves. I had never been part of a sorority, but this felt like one. They giggled and argued. I heard bawdy comments about various customers and one warning about a pincher in the third row.
I had sort of noticed that they were giving individual dances to customers, but I’d been so entranced that I hadn’t seen what they were doing. I decided I’d have to look next time. It didn’t even feel odd that there would be a next time.
Marie announced that she was exhausted and tired, and she took me out a back door to her car, and drove us home. While she fixed us some dinner, we talked about the girls. I shyly told her what Bruno had said and she encouraged me to invite him over. I don’t know if I will…I really want to, but I’m not sexually aggressive like she is. Maybe she can teach me how to be less shy?
I should be thinking about Bruno, but I keep thinking about the dancers instead. Diary, two weeks ago I was worried that Kevin might be right and I might be frigid. Now I’m so confused about all these new emotions that I just don’t know what to do.
I should get packing. Marie and I rented a storage room for all the stuff we’re not taking on the trip and we only have several days to get it done. We leave on tour next Wednesday. I don’t know if I’ll be with Bruno before we leave. And I really don’t know what to do about this fascination with women.
I’m so lost, but it’s a scary exciting kind of lost, not the depressing kind.
Chapter 3
Wednesday
Dear Journal
I don’t know what’s come over me. How did I end up accepting a job on a strip tour (even if it’s only as a gopher/maid), getting drunk with my roommate’s lover and almost having sex with him? Lack of money does weird things to a girl. As does the influence of a good vibrator, I suppose (I don’t know what else to blame for my encounter with Bruno).
I suppose I should go back to the end of my last entry. I had seen Bruno and Marie having sex (well, more accurately I had spied on them having sex), and he had become the subject of various masturbation sessions for me. Bruno is Kevin’s physical opposite…taller, more muscular and certainly less inhibited.
The day after I saw them together, I approached Marie about this whole tour thing. I did need the money and the appeal of no rent drove me to it. And maybe, just maybe, working for that sort of people would help me with the whole “making myself not frigid” thing. She was eating breakfast and reading the type of romance novel with half naked people across the front of it.
“Morning,” I said to her. “Any good?” I gestured to the book.
“Honestly, a bit tame, but I do love how they get together in the end of these stories. But the sex is so…vanilla, y’know?” She set the book down. “Have you thought about the tour? You’ll have to make a decision soon.”
“Um, about that. I hate to admit it, but I have no idea what I’d be getting myself in for. What exactly would I need to do?” I blushed and moved to pour myself a bowl of cereal and some juice if only so I’d have something to look at other than her.
Marie smiled. I never realized how nice she was until the last couple weeks. I wish we’d gotten to be friends earlier than this. “I was wondering when you’d get up the courage to ask. Basically you’ll be something between a gopher and a maid. You’ll help the dancers change their costumes, which sometimes they have to do really quickly. You’ll run some errands for us…mostly things like picking up lunches when we’re in towns that don’t have delivery or running to a drugstore for tampons and such. There’d be some light packing and unpacking. There are 10 female dancers on the tour, and a few men for some of the more interesting scenes, but you’d be helping just us. From what I’ve heard and my limited experience with it, it’s a lot like a long slumber party or living in a girl’s dorm, except we allow men into our rooms. Oh, you’d share a room, probably with another helper. They usually have 3 or so girls who do what you’d be doing,” seeing the look of relief on my face she giggled. “Darlin’ you didn’t think you’d have to dance or anything do you?” She laughed again. “Remember, I had to do a video to get accepted on this thing, and I’m hardly the headliner.”
“That sounds okay,” I said with sincere relief.
“Great. I’ll have Bruno come over tonight with the paperwork. He’s in charge of getting the tour together. Too bad he won’t be coming with us,” She glanced at the clock and make her excuses. She had a yoga class and then some sort of dance class. I never realized how much effort she put into being a dancer. I guess I had always thought you just stood on stage and wiggled whilst removing your clothes.
I was nervous all day. I hoped Marie would be back before Bruno got here. I was worried about being alone in a room with him. I was certain I’d start blushing like a little girl. Would he be able to tell I’d been fantasizing about him? More unnerving were the little scenarios that went through my head. What if I answered the door wearing something short and flirty (not that I owned a lot of short and flirty outfits, but I’m sure I could’ve borrowed something appropriate from Marie’s closet)? What if he ripped my clothes off and made love…scratch that, fucked (Diana Rose, stop cringing…fuck is a GOOD word) me.
I didn’t have the courage, and when the doorbell rang, I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Marie wasn’t home. I opened the door and was immediately struck by his…maleness. He was wearing jeans and a shirt as well, but on him they looked like, I don’t know how to describe it…hot?
“Di, right? I’m Bruno,” he said. His deep voice shocked me because it sent this little electricity through my, well, area.
“Yes. Um, come in. Would you like anything to drink?” I know I sounded like a hostess out of the 1950’s, but I just wasn’t sure how to react or what to do.
“Sure, Jack Daniels if you’ve got it. Let’s sit down and I’ll explain the contract to you,” He took a seat at our table and I got him his drink. Thinking I might need some sort of alcoholic fortification myself, I poured a glass of wine forgetting that I had no tolerance for it.
Bruno explained all the points in the contract. What my obligations were, how my housing and meals would be provided, my pay, and all that stuff. It wasn’t my imagination that he moved a bit closer to me. Nor that he kept looking at my chest. I didn’t want to look, but I’m sure that my nipples were advertising their presence, even through the bra.
After I signed them, he poured us another round of drinks to “toast” my new job. He took a long drink from his glass, and not wanting to be rude I did too. We sat down in the living room, together, on the couch and started talking.
I confessed to him that I’d never been to a strip club and he laughed and said he’d have to fix that for me. At one point he looked me up and down and said that I had a good body to strip, although my breasts were a little small. But, he said giving me this sexy grin, a lot of guys enjoy small breasts. Martini glass ones he called them. He laughed seeing my puzzled look and got up to get one out of our cabinet. He brought it back and held it against my chest. My breast barely filled more than the glass. He grinned and repeated that they were perfect martini breasts.
I should have expected it, but I was shocked when he reached out and cupped the breast that had been glass covered just a moment ago. He ran a thumb over my nipple, which was definitely hard now. I never thought of my breasts as particularly sensitive, but at that second, I don’t think I had feeling anywhere else in my body. Well, maybe ONE other place.
Seeing my look of confusion and arousal, he leaned forward and kissed me. Ok, so now that I’m certain I’m not frigid, I can freely admit that I’m really inexperienced. I’d kissed boys before, even if my first kiss hadn’t been until I was almost out of high school, but I’d never been kissed this, well, thoroughly I guess you’d call it before. I didn’t even realize that I’d opened my mouth until I felt his tongue teasing mine into his.
Bruno pulled me onto his lap, straddling him. His hands were in my hair and his mouth was suddenly on my neck, sending all sorts of messages to my body. Positioned as I was, I couldn’t help but feel his penis rubbing against me. When his hand slid under my shirt and bra to tease my breast, I began moving back and forth on his lap, like I was riding him. I felt so much pressure down there that I had to do something.
I worked up the nerve to put my hands under his shirt, and he was saying encouraging things to me, reassuring me that I was doing things properly. Then he told me to raise my arms, and he pulled the shirt off me. With one hand, he opened my bra and that came off too. Then he encouraged me to take off his shirt.
He lay me down on the couch and got on top of me. I had my legs together, but he pressed against them with a knee and when he began to suckle one of my breasts, it was like I wasn’t in charge of my own body anymore. My legs practically flew apart, and he rewarded me with a thrust of his crotch against mine. He kept sucking one breast while playing with the other with a hand. Then he switched and I gasped at how cold the room felt. My nipple was wet from his licking and sucking and when he pulled on it using his fingers I couldn’t help but arch my hips, my body knowing what I wanted even if I didn’t.
Bruno kissed his way down my body to the top of my jeans. I was trying to catch my breath when he pulled them down. I hadn’t even noticed when he’d undid the button or zipper…it must’ve been earlier. He stood for a moment to pull them completely off me.
It suddenly occurred to my brain that I was laying on my roommate’s couch, totally naked, with one of her lovers. But the wine had kicked in by now, and I didn’t feel ashamed, only aroused. My legs were still apart and Bruno moved between them. He still had his jeans on. The material felt rough against my thigh. He, well, held my lower lips open with a hand and looked at me.
Now, Diary, I must confess that I’ve never been the type of girl to look at myself down there. So I’m not really sure why he’d want to. But he really seemed to like it, and even I could tell that I was really wet. He bent down and I waited, wondering what he’d do next. Kevin had told me that he wouldn’t do anything down there, but I knew some men liked to lick women’s vagina’s, pussies, whatever. I’d never experienced it and I wondered what it felt like.
I heard him inhale and he said only one word “Perfect.” I felt so beautiful in that second that I decided I’d have to take a look later.
Then, and diary you have to believe that I’m not exaggerating, I felt like the world exploded when he put his tongue on my clit and began to wiggle it. I had thought that my vibrator had made me orgasm, but that was nothing compared to what Bruno did to me. He made me come four times, and I was shamelessly begging for him to fuck me.
Bruno slid three (three!!!!) fingers inside me and began to move them up and down. Still wanting his penis, I bravely reached out and stroked him through his jeans. He leaned down and after nibbling and kissing my neck he murmured that I’d have to earn it.
“How?” I asked.
I never got to find out the answer, because Marie walked in at that moment.
“I see I’m interrupting something. Don’t worry, I’m not even here,” she said and I heard her walk off.
I pushed Bruno off me and ran to my room, ashamed and frightened. How could I do this? Would I lose my job?
I heard their voices a few minutes later, but couldn’t hear what they said. I had covered my head with a pillow in shame.
But after awhile, the shame faded, and I was left reliving the whole scene over and over in my head. And yes, Diary, I spent some time with my new best friend (really, how did I ever live without a vibrator?) considering all the possibilities of what Bruno might have demanded. I’m blushing even as I write this, but one of the thing I imagined was what it might have been like if Marie had joined us.
Since I can’t tell anyone else about this…I know there are plenty of girls who like girls, but I just got over my whole “my body is icky” thing. I barely have any experience with men. But, ashamed as I am to admit it, I think about Marie.
What if Bruno had told me what to do to her? My fantasy unfolded from that thought. I don’t think there’s any way I’d ever have enough courage to touch another girl on my own, but if he told me to do it, I think I could.
So, if Marie had walked in and said instead “Can I join you?” I think things would’ve gone like this…
Bruno would have told her yes, and to get out of her clothes so she could catch up with us. Whilst she did that, he’d turn back to me and tell me that to get what I wanted I’d have to give him a great blow job. He’d have me kneel on the floor and undo his jeans. That big beautiful cock would be right in front of me, not far away and only seen through a keyhole. In my fantasy, I knew how to give perfect head.
While my mouth was sliding up and down on his pole, I’d feel hands in my hair. But not Bruno’s….they’d belong to Marie. She’d guide me further and further down him until I had his whole cock in my mouth. She’d press her breasts (those weren’t martini breasts either, they were big and beautiful) against my back and kiss my neck as we rocked against Bruno together.
He’d stop me before he came. Then we’d lay on a big bed (it’s my fantasy, there can be a bed in the living room if I want one there). He’d begin to kiss Marie’s breasts while I lay next to her and he fondled my clit. Then he’d order Marie to kiss me. I think her lips would be really soft against mine, nothing like a man’s. He’d lay behind me, keeping me against Marie, while he told her to do things to me.
What if she did those same things to my clit that Bruno had? And what if then he made me do the same thing? I imagined that I was fearless and that she had screamed as loudly as I hear her through my walls.
Then I imagined that beautiful penis taking me from behind as I licked Marie’s clit. Then him laying on top of me and fucking me whilst Marie watched and played with herself. Or that he’d fuck Marie whilst I kissed her.
By the time I was done imagining the scene, diary, my sheets were soaked in several places and I had to change them before I could write to you, or sleep.
Friday
Dear Diary
I have now seen my first strip show. I am impressed. Like I said in my last entry, I had no idea how much effort and talent goes into taking one’s clothes off to music.
But first I suppose I should tell you what happened with Marie after the thing with Bruno. I was really scared to leave my bedroom yesterday. But Marie knocked on my door and actually brought me breakfast in bed. We had the most amazing talk. She actually apologized for walking in on us.
“If I’d’ve known,” she told me “I would have found something else to do. You deserve a good fuck, Di.”
I blushed at that comment. I protested that he was her lover, or boyfriend or whatever.
“Not at all. We have sex sometimes, and he’s damn good at it, but he’s not mine. You should try him, he’s amazing. It looked like you were having a good time,” she said.
I told her that I had signed the papers and she told me how excited she was for me.
That night when she got home from work, she told me that Bruno had told her my secret…that I’d never seen a strip act. She insisted I come see her dance tonight. I tried to protest, but she kept talking, telling me she’d have a table reserved for me and that all my drinks would be free. I’d get to meet the girls I’d be on tour with. Of course I was coming and she’d see me there at 8, or else.
I spent two hours trying to figure out what one wears to a strip club. I finally decided on a black skirt and a red blouse that Marie had given me on my last birthday. I’d never had the courage to wear it, it had a low vee front and was fire engine, sexy underwear coloured red. But if there was a perfect place to wear it, it had to be a strip club. I had to borrow some black heels…mine looked too matronly to wear with this outfit. I also borrowed some red lipstick as my colours were all versions of the same tame pink. Looking in the mirror, I actually would call myself sexy. In a strange way, it made me feel powerful.
I took a cab to the club. I blushed when I saw that one of the men standing outside was Bruno. I bit my lip and walked over to them. Bruno smiled, and greeted me, saying he’d take me into the club. As we walked together, he slid a hand over my ass and whispered in my ear that I looked “fucking hot” and that “we’d have to finish what we started” sometime soon.
The club was very pretty, done in dark black with silver accents. My seat was right next to the stage, where a girl was doing something incredibly athletic on the pole that went from stage to ceiling. I was so distracted by it that I didn’t’ realize that Bruno had left or that I was just standing next to my chair until Marie came over and gently nudged me into it. She brought me a fruity drink of some kind and took the seat next to me.
Gesturing towards the girl onstage, she told me that the girl was named Beth but used the stage name “Starr.” Her stage name, she said was “Jaymie.” She said that she’d be dancing in a half hour and that I had to promise to stay for at least two hours when there would be a break and she could take me backstage to meet the girls.
I was impressed, and a little, well, aroused by what I saw over the next couple of hours. Marie used all her dance training to make her act more than just taking off her clothes. She made it like a story. Like she was a schoolgirl shyly taking her clothes off for her lover for the first time. Her music was a song about “take my breath away,” a slow number. And it was like she was dancing only for me…I totally forgot about all the other people there. I wonder if they felt like that too? Another girl was much more upbeat, incorporating hip hop moves to her sexy gyrations. Several girls slithered around the pole. It never felt forced when they removed items of clothing.
Diary, I shouldn’t have felt aroused at the sight of them. But I did. I’d be mortified if anyone knew. But I was turned on by their soft looking skin, the peaks of their nipples and the way their gstrings enhanced their lower bodies. I’d never found an ass attractive before tonight’s. Kevin’s had been flat. And hairy, come to think of it. But these women had round, sexy asses framed in silver, in pink, in gold thongs and gstrings. To a one, I realized that they shaved their pubic hair. I wondered how they did it. The idea of shaving was a bit scary to me, but maybe I could ask Marie?
When Marie took me backstage, rather than embarrassed or aroused, I felt like I had joined a club and was the newest most popular member. All the girls wanted to meet me, ask me questions, comment on how my accent was “adorable!” and introduce themselves. I had never been part of a sorority, but this felt like one. They giggled and argued. I heard bawdy comments about various customers and one warning about a pincher in the third row.
I had sort of noticed that they were giving individual dances to customers, but I’d been so entranced that I hadn’t seen what they were doing. I decided I’d have to look next time. It didn’t even feel odd that there would be a next time.
Marie announced that she was exhausted and tired, and she took me out a back door to her car, and drove us home. While she fixed us some dinner, we talked about the girls. I shyly told her what Bruno had said and she encouraged me to invite him over. I don’t know if I will…I really want to, but I’m not sexually aggressive like she is. Maybe she can teach me how to be less shy?
I should be thinking about Bruno, but I keep thinking about the dancers instead. Diary, two weeks ago I was worried that Kevin might be right and I might be frigid. Now I’m so confused about all these new emotions that I just don’t know what to do.
I should get packing. Marie and I rented a storage room for all the stuff we’re not taking on the trip and we only have several days to get it done. We leave on tour next Wednesday. I don’t know if I’ll be with Bruno before we leave. And I really don’t know what to do about this fascination with women.
I’m so lost, but it’s a scary exciting kind of lost, not the depressing kind.
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