Cute Girls

It had been almost three months since Matt took my virginity. I didn’t see him that often outside of class. He was afraid the administration would discover our little tryst. It would mean an immediate dismissal and black mark on any future positions. What parent would want a man who had sex with young girls teach their daughters? Of course I still teased him a bit. I always wore a short pleaded skirt and no panties. I was sure to sit in front and keep my legs open. I could see the bulge in his pants. The trouble was, so could the other students. All of the girls swore it was them he wanted. All the boys tried to steal back their focus by swearing Matt was gay. I just smiled.

I hadn’t been with anyone else since Matt. When a man makes love to you, it’s hard to be turned on my boys. So I just kept to myself making everyone believe I was a prude. If they only knew. Every night I went home, stood in front of the mirror, and began to strip off my clothes. My skin had a slight tan. My hair unbraided cascaded like a cape down to my ass. My breasts were firm with erect nipples from the constant sexual frustration I felt. My hand crawled down my stomach to the fuzz of my pussy. I stroked it for a while awaking the desires spurned throughout the day. I lay on the bed being sure I could still see my pussy in the mirror. I watched as my fingers teased my clitoris. My pussy opened aching for attention. I slid my fingers inside. I was wet and warm. I flicked them back and forth the way Matt had taught me. I was excited even more. My hips bucked and circled uncontrollably. I did it faster. I thought of him, his lips kissing, his teeth biting, his hands clawing at my body. And then I thought of his cock. I missed the way he moved inside me. I imagined it was he inside me not my own fingers. And when I got to the point when I could almost feel his sweat on my skin, my pussy closed and burst with the juices of my orgasm. I lay on the bed sweating, my breath heavy, and my hunger satisfied. I showered to wash away the womanhood I enjoyed and slipped back into the girl my parents assumed I still was. It was the perfect disguise. But secrets sometimes have their own repercussions.

I put on my robe and combed through my hair as I came downstairs to say goodnight to mom and dad. “Oh, Tiffany, I’m glad you’re here.”

“What’s up, Mom?”

“Good news! We have a wedding invitation.” She smiled proudly.

“Oh really. Who’s getting married?” I was wondering how Mom could be so happy about someone else’s wedding. Of course this is the woman who cried when my brother got married.

“Matt!” I froze. “He’s finally settling down. Surely he must have mentioned this in class?”

“No, he mentioned the signing of the Declaration of Independence, the battle of Bunker Hill, hell he even told us about the affair Jefferson had with Sally Hemings. Yet he managed to forget his own love life.”

“Well this is just wonderful! Too bad in a way. I was hoping he was waiting for you to come of age. But I’m glad he’s fallen in love. He’s such an introvert.”

“Introvert? Mom, that’s not a word I would use to describe Matt.”

“What are you talking about.” I thought it best to shut up. “Do me a favor and find out about this girl. Matt thinks of you as his own little sister. You might be the only one who can get it out of him.”

“I’ll get it out of him all right.” I went upstairs and spent the night tossing and turning. So this is why he hasn’t touched me. This is the reason he’s been so distant. He takes my virginity and tosses me aside as if I’m nothing.

I woke up the next morning with the intention of getting his attention. I braided my hair, slipped on a short shirt the showcased my breasts. The skirt I chose was short and tight. By the time I got to Matt’s classroom, I had been hit on fifty times. I get propositioned more before nine a.m. than most people do all day. Class ended and I went up to talk to my former lover. “Mr. Yeoman?”

“Yes,” then he turned to see me. “Oh, Tiffers, how are you?”

“Don’t call me Tiffers after you’ve fucked me. That’s just plain rude.”

He grabbed my arm and took me to the side. “Keep your voice down! Do you want everyone to know our secret?”

“You have plenty of secrets, don’t you Mr. Yeoman?”

“What are you talking about?”

“We got the invitation.”

“Oh,” He turned his head away. “I was hoping to talk to you before your family got that. I’m sorry, Tiff.”

“Sorry? All right. That’s fine. Hey, you fell in love. Great. You met some woman, dated her, fell in love, and proposed all in a matter of three months. So is this a new practice, speed matrimony?”

“I didn’t just meet her in the past three months.”

“When did you meet her?” This time I turned away.

“Two years ago.”

“And you just now started dating.” I looked into his eyes. He turned away from me. I could see that was not what he meant. “You were seeing her when you were fucking me?”

“Yes.”

“Does she know?”

“No. She doesn’t know anything about you other than you’re my best friend’s baby sister.”

“You have a lot of nerve calling me that now.”

“Look Tiffany, you wanted it. I gave it to you. I know you loved it. I know you want more. But I love Julia. She’s the woman I’m meant to be with.”

“You said you loved me.”

“I was just caught up in the moment, I guess.”

I turned and left his classroom. I waited for him outside after school. I had to know what this Julia looked like. I drove that day so I could follow him. He drove to the next town. I followed him to an apartment complex where a blonde woman met him. She was a bit taller then I. Her hair was shoulder length and wavy. She had a slight build with perky breasts. She was pretty. She looked like some sort of businesswoman. I was overtaken by jealousy. I never wanted to be the other woman but that is what he made me. But I didn’t want to be seen just yet. I followed them into one of those stripper bars. So, Blondie had a wild side.

I let them go in first and then I stepped though the door. The doorman accosted me right away. “You’re late. That’s not a good impression on the first day. But at least you’re in costume already. Get that pretty little ass in there.”

“Watch your mouth.” I didn’t know what to do so I played along. “Isn’t there a back entrance for the dancers?”

“Sure thing. Just go down this alley and knock on the door three times. The rest of the girls are here. They’re expecting you. Watch out for Erica though. You’re just her type.”

I followed his directions and knocked on the door. A red head answered it. She was wearing a pink and white satin robe. “Hey, the new girl’s here. Come on in, honey. We’re just getting ready. Your table is in the corner. Sorry it’s right by the door. It use to be Jane’s. She moved on to bigger and better things, I suppose. Like your costume but it needs a little help. I think the naughty school girl would look a little better with stockings and a garterbelt, don’t you?” I didn’t know what to do. I just let this woman dress me. There were about eight girls in the room. Most were at least topless, some completely naked. It was easy to pick out who was playing what role. My personal dresser was Alex. She was wearing white and lace lingerie. She was the eager virgin. Erica wore leather and carried a whip. She also grabbed my ass. There were girls for every fetish. There were exotic, whores, farmer’s daughters, teachers, secretaries. Every fetish was covered save one. Me. I was the schoolgirl. And from what Jane left on her table, apparently so was she. I don’t know how long Matt had been coming here. But tonight he was going to see a performance like no other.

I looked in the mirror before I went out. The girls knew it was my first time and they were all so important. I was missing one piece of my costume though. “Erica?”

“Yes, Alicia?” I had chosen that for my stage name.

“Can I barrow a mask?”

“Anything I have is yours. Here. Use this black one. It gives you a sort of Batgirl look.”

“Thanks.” I put it on. I was wearing a white shirt, pleated skirt, stockings garter belt, and a thong. I left my hair in braids. I thought it added to the effect. I heard my name called to the stage. It was time to put on a show.

The place was packed. The lights were shining right in my eyes so I could barely see anyone. And as the music began, I realized I forgot to ask how far we were supposed to strip. I decided I didn’t care what we were suppose to strip down to. I was taking it all off. The music started. It was “Angel of the centerfold.” Perfect. I took a turn around the pole and began to take off my shirt. I caught Matt out of the corner of my eye. He was groping Blondie while he was watching me. I focused my attention on him as I tossed him my skirt. They were both staring at me now. I could see the desire in his eyes as well as hers. I crawled on the runway as I unhooked my bra. Then I lay on my back and took it off. The place was on their feet applauding and I was making quite a bit as they slipped bills in my thong. The music was almost over. I walked to the back of the runway. The spotlight was shining right between my legs. I grabbed the bills and ripped off my thong with one pull of my hand. The audience went wild. Apparently I was not suppose to take it all off. Oh well.

As I stepped backstage, the rest of the girls were waiting. Erica had this Chesire cat smile. The rest were surprised and a little miffed. “How am I suppose to follow that,” said Alex.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I had an old boyfriend to impress.”

“Well in that case, good job. I do believe you plan is a success. Could it be the tall blonde at the bar handing Kevin a twenty to find out who you are?” Alex said with a smirk.

“How do you know what Matt’s asking?”

“I’ve worked here for three years. I know. Why don’t you go out there and offer a lap dance?”

“We do that here?”

“Alicia, that’s where we make most of our money. I’ve had customers give me a couple hundred for ‘inspiration’.”

“Can I leave the mask on?”

“Yeah,” Erica explained. “It makes you more mysterious.”

“Thanks. I’ll be back.”

I put on my thong and bra. The bouncer gathers the clothes after the performances. My thong was actually velcro so there wasn’t any problem. As soon as I stepped out among the audience, I was being offered twenties, fifties, and a few hundreds. I did a few lap dances. And then I reached the table where Matt and Julia were sitting. She was the one who actually stopped me. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t have to. She gave me a hundred and positioned herself right in front of me. She didn’t want the lap dance for Matt. She wanted it for herself. Two girls dancing together caused quite a bit of attention. But I began. I straddled her and began to grind against her. Her hands glided down my waist to my hips. She slipped a bill in my thong. My bra came off. She pulled her dress down to bare her breasts. Before I knew what was happening, her lips touched mine. Our tongues intertwined. Her kiss was passionate and awakened curious desire I didn’t now existed. To feel her soft hands touching me, to feel her breasts pressed against mine gave me such a forbidden thrill. When we stopped, I looked around to find everyone looking at us. I simply stood up, put on my bra, and nodded my head as a thank you. I went back in the dressing room to find the real new employee waiting. The owner realized the mix up. He was rather attractive man himself. He had grey and black hair. His face was good looking with some character lines. His body was tall with a bit of muscles. And I can’t explain the feeling he gave me. He seemed sort of like a high school principal with an incredible sexual energy. I was sorry I didn’t work here. Would like to spend a little more time with that.

“Look honey. I don’t know what your motivation for doing this was and really I don’t care. I made a lot of money with you dancing and the job is yours if you want it.”

“Well Mr…”

“Chandler.”

“Mr. Chandler. I’m in high school. I’m eighteen. And I would love to dance every night. I’m free Saturday and Friday nights only.”

“That’s great. The job’s yours.”

I walked out of that place with about four hundred dollars. Not bad. But I noticed on one was the name Julia and number. I pulled out my cell and dialed it. “Hello.” A woman’s voice said.”

“Is this Julia?”

“Yes. Is this that dancer from the club?”

“Yes, my name is Alicia. What can I do for you?”

“I’m interested in seeing you.”

“I’m free after the show on Friday. But I’ll see you and only you.” Didn’t want to run into Matt just yet.

“I’ll be there.”

I got home a bit late. Mom was pissed but when I told her I got a job she seemed a bit better. Amazingly enough, she didn’t really ask where. She always did trust me a bit too much.

The next day, I dressed down a bit. I wore a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. This time I wrapped my hair in a bun. Caught a bit of attention. The kids had never seen me without my braids. But when I walked into Mr. Yeoman’s classroom, he dropped his book when he saw me. Forgot the bra today. Oops. I sat in the back of the classroom. I never noticed but that’s where all the guys sat. They were particularly happy to see me. Mark Hudson sat right next to me. He was an attractive boy in my class. He had dark, wavy hair, green eyes, and six feet of sheer muscle. He was really happy to see me. I could tell because he was wearing sweatpants. He apparently forgot his underclothes as well. I propped my feet up on the basket in front of me and began the first stage of my plan.

“What are you doing back here, Tiffany?”

“Let’s just say I got tired of Mr. Yo’s face.”

“Well, I’m glad some girl in this class is. You’re looking hot today. Come sit closer to me.”

I love it when men make an offer they don’t expect a girl to take. “K.” I moved my chair closer to his. He slid his fingers down my leg. It sent pulsating chills throughout my body. My back arched a bit.

“Do you two need to get a room or can you wait for the bell?” Mr. Yeoman bellowed.

“Oh, that’s okay. You can watch.” I snapped. The class gasped. I had never been so blatantly defiant especially to him.

“I want to see you after class, Tiffany.”

“Whatever.” He just glared at me. I let Mark play his little tease. He lightly stroked the back of my neck. He went on stroking my leg. I just lay back and let the scene play for Matt. He could barely hide his anger. The class ended and I grabbed my books and head for the door.

“Forgetting something, Tiffany?”

“No, are you?”

“Come here.” He locked the door and pulled down the shade. “What in the hell do you think you are doing?”

“None of your goddam business.”

“It is when you do it in my classroom.”

“Fine, I’ll do it out of your classroom. Good day, Mr. Yeoman.” He grabbed my arm. He was so close; I could feel his breathing on my face. “Let go of me!”

“That boy is a player. He will use you and toss you aside. I’ve seen him do it to one girl after the other. They always end up crying in my office.”

“A player, huh? Takes one to know one.”

“Come on, Tiffany. I care about you. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Then why did you?”

“You asked me, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t ask you to lie.”

“No, you just asked me to fuck you.”

“Bastard!” I exclaimed as I slapped his face. He let go of my arm for a moment. I headed for the door. He caught me again and kissed me hard on the lips. He backed me up against the desk while reaching his hand inside my shirt. He cupped my breast squeezing my nipples hard.

“Do you really think Mark is going to know how to please you like this?”

“Please me like what?”

“This.” He pulled down my shorts and slid them off me. In one moment his cock was out and plunged inside my pussy. I let out a sigh trying very hard not to make a sound. With mastery only he possessed, he fucked me. His cock pounded against the very bottom of me. His mouth sucked my nipples. His hands groped my body. My hair came undone. He pulled it with each thrust. I wrapped my legs around his waist crossing my feet. I didn’t want him to stop. I hated him for what he did to me. But that made my desire all the more intense. The orgasms came one after the other. In a span of just fifteen minutes, he satisfied me. With one deep, hard plunge I could feel him explode inside me. “If you want to be fucked, Tiffany. You come to me. Do you understand?” He said it with the authority of my teacher. “I have class. You better go. I’ll write you a note for being late.” I didn’t occur to me to argue. I was still coming. I took his note and left for calculus.

I twisted my hair as I walked to class. Just as I was about to pin the bun, someone grabbed my waist and pulled me into the janitor’s closet. My back was turned so I didn’t know who it was. He was grabbing at my breasts, my ass, everything he could touch. I stepped on his foot and elbowed his face. He let go and stumbled back. “Ouch, why the hell did you do that?” I turned. It was Mark.

“Oh, I just didn’t feel like being raped today.”

“You didn’t mind me touching you in class.”

“That doesn’t give you a green light to fuck me.”

“You’re a fucking tease.”

“Whatever. Bye Mark. And if you ever touch me again, I’ll castrate you.”

The rest of the day went by quickly. But it was Friday. I had to get ready for tonight. The teachers had some sort of meeting that night so I knew Matt wasn’t going to be at the club. I gathered a costume together and headed for work.

The club was packed. There was a line waiting to get in. The bouncer just looked at me and smiled. “They’re here to see you, Alicia.”

“Really? Thanks Mike.” He was a sweet guy. The girls were telling me about him the last time I was here. They said he saved Alex from being raped. He took a knife wound in the process. He and Mr. Chandler were brothers. And they considered it their highest priority to keep all the girls safe. For that reason, they implemented the following rules. One, no turning tricks. Whores get hurt. And they didn’t want that. Two, no boyfriends at the club. Men get jealous and do irrational things. Three, no one walks to their car without a bouncer. They were firm about that. That’s the rule that saved Alex. Four, we come to them with any problems. They didn’t want us stripping for the wrong reasons. We did it to make money and that better be the only reason. And five, no cat fighting. We got along or we were out.

This night I went a little younger. My hair was braided. But this time I wore a nighty and carried a teddy bear. Again, I was a hit. I made a bit more than I did the last time. And just as I was ready to step into the dressing room, I saw Julia. “It’s nice to see your face this time.”

“Thank you. I’ll be out in a minute.” I got changed into a pair of jeans and tank top. I let my braids unravel and stepped outside to see her. “Let’s go. I got to get Mike to walk me to my car. It’s a rule.” We walked to the door. “Hey Mike, can you walk us out of here?”

“Sure thing, sweetie. Who’s this?”

“Oh, this is Julia. She’s a friend of mine.”

“She’s pretty too. Did you ever think about dancing, honey?”

“No, I just like to watch.” So this is your car, Alicia?”

“Yeah. Thanks Mike. Have a great night.” We got into the car and drove to her place.

“This is where I live. Well, for now anyway. I’m getting married soon.” She opened the door and we stepped into a beautiful, modern apartment. There weren’t a lot of knick-knacks lying about. Everything had a purpose. The colors were white and beige. It wasn’t exactly my taste. But it streamed lined her life. “I hate a lot of house work so I keep things simple. I’m in advertising so I don’t have much down time.”

“No, I like it.” We walked into the kitchen where she offered me some wine. “Thank you. I’ll have just a sip. Did you say you were getting married?”

“Yeah, to that guy I was sitting with when we met. His name is Matt. He’s a teacher. He’s tall, handsome, and great in bed.”

“I know.” I said under my breath.

“I’m sorry what was that?”

“Oh, I was just thinking that he gave me that impression.”

“Well anyway, I don’t want to talk about him. He has nothing to do with us right now.” If she only knew.

“Look, I have to be going. I have an early day tomorrow.”

“But I was hoping for…”

“Some sex?” She just smiled. “Look I’m a curious person myself. Would you be interested in a threesome?”

“With Matt?”

“No, with some guy I know.”

“Well, I don’t like the idea of cheating on him. But I just have to have you.”

“Then I’ll be in touch.” I had no idea whom I was going to ask. I wanted it to be someone I trusted but someone that turned me on as well.

I drove home. I got in late and Mom was furious. “Where were you?”

“Working mom. I told you the club was open late.”

“All right. Just next time call, honey. Matt was here looking for you.”

“He was? What did he want?”

“He wants you to be in the wedding.”

“Well, I don’t think that would be a good idea. I’m really busy with finals and such.”

“It’s up to you. Just promise me you’ll think about it.”

“I will. I’m really tired, Mom. I’m going to bed.”

“All right. Good night, Tiffers.”

“It’s Tiffany.”

“I gave birth to you. I can call you what I want.” There was no arguing with her. I just went to my room. I put on some Alicia Keys and began taking off my clothes. I stood in front of my mirror.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you’ve got a lovely ass.” I turned around. It was Matt.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Shh, you don’t want to wake up the entire house.”

“All right. What are you doing in my bedroom?” I said in a softer voice.

“I came to finish what we started earlier today.” He picked me up and threw me on the bed. “I like you this way. Naked and waiting.” My mind went back to that first time. I liked him this way, forceful, unrelenting. I could feel my pulse quicken, my breathing become heavier.

“And what about Julia?”

“Forget about her. Right now, it’s just you and me.” He said as he crawled on the bed and kissed me. His kiss was full of passion. I gave myself over to him. His tongue slid down my neck, between my breasts. My back arched inviting the journey further. He circled my navel and went down to my pussy. It had been so long. My legs parted. The tip of his tongue touched my clit. He knew just how to do it. First he started really light. He circled it as he slipped his fingers inside me. My back arched further. One hand reached up to tease my breasts. My breathing became quicker. It was the cue he was looking for. He licked me harder. He sucked on my clit for a moment and began licking me again. My body went into convulsions as the orgasm swept through me. “Mmmmm, you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mr. Yeoman.” I sighed.

“Would you like me to fuck you now?” He didn’t give me time to answer. He plunged his cock inside me with one thrust. This was for him. There was no teasing. No slow, shallow moves. It was one thrust after another and pulsating rhythm. He never lost a beat. His hand pulled at my hair. And then he flipped me on my knees. He pulled my hair harder with each push. He penetrated deeper in that position and he knew it. He hit harder until I screamed. I had to stifle it quickly. “Now, let’s see what you’ve learned. Suck on my cock.” I turned around and put my mouth to his penis. He grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth. “That’s it, Tiffany. Take it. Take it all!” Then he stopped, lay on the bed and motioned for me to climb on top of him. “Now ride me.” I straddled him and eased his cock in my pussy. I grinded slowly at first. He grabbed my hips to get me to go faster. I stood on my feet and bounced on top of him. His cock pounded inside me. I took his hands to keep my balance as I went faster. I could feel my muscles begin to tighten. The climax was building inside me. I went faster. My legs froze. My back arched. My head flipped back as the orgasm left me paralyzed. He held my waist until I collapsed on top of him. And then he began.

With one movement, he pinned me on my bed. He put my legs on his shoulders as he pushed himself inside me. He was faster even now. I could barely breathe. He kept on faster, deeper, stronger. I couldn’t move. Faster, Deeper, Stronger. One orgasm after the other. FASTER, DEEPER, STRONGER. And then he came. He fell on top of me and kissed my forehead. “You’re a good little student, Tiffany.” He got dressed and left.

The next day came far too soon. I found myself dreaming of Mr. Chandler, Mike, and even Mark who I would never let touch me. But the passion left by Matt’s touch stayed with me. I hated him. There was something about him. Like the essence of him possessed my entire body. I didn’t mind playing the slave. It had its advantages. But my curiosity was leaning now more towards being the master. To do that, I would have to show Matt that he could not treat me the way he has. He can’t fuck me and be engaged to her. It’s not right. While there was a certain taboo quality to it, I was worth far more than that. But I couldn’t let on what I was planning. Let’s just say Matt and Julia would never be the same again. And well, they might not even make it down the aisle. But that was none of my concern.

I arrived at work the next day. I went over to my table and found about twenty or thirty pieces of fan mail. “They’ve been calling for you all day,” said Mr. Chandler. He was looking particularly good today. He was wearing a suit. And as I’ve always said, there’s nothing sexier a man can wear. The more proper they look, the more I think about what they’re capable of out of that suit. He unbuttoned his jacket as he leaned against the door. “You’re not like the girls that normally come looking for a job here. Why did you choose to do this?”

“Well, Mr. Chandler… Hey, what is your first name anyway?”

“Daniel. You can call me Dan.”

“All right Dan. I actually wasn’t looking for a job. I followed an ex-boyfriend and his fiancé in here. Mike thought I was the new-hire and told me to go in the back entrance. I think every woman has fantasies about stripping. I’m no different. So I thought I’d get out there and enjoy this body while I still have it. Why do you do this?”

“What, own a strip club? Money for one. Men don’t seem to care how much their drinks cost when there are beautiful women stripping in front of them. Plus I was tired of clubs being full of middle-aged, surgically enhanced, dancers. I figured if I was going to do this, it would include real women and it would be a safe place for them to perform. It’s an art, you know. Like the way you do it. You dance beautifully and you put the ‘tease’ back in striptease. I’ve seen a lot of naked women in my time both in and out of the bedroom. You’re the first one in a while to actually have an effect on me.”

“Really?” I asked as I started taking off my top revealing my laced red bra.

“Are you going to change right now?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“No. I don’t mind at all.” Did he recognize you?

“No, I wore a mask that first night.”

“I remember. It certainly added to the tease. But I can’t believe he didn’t remember that body.”

“Well, I don’t know. He fucked me a couple days later.”

“Didn’t you say he was engaged?”

“Yes.” I slipped off my jeans to reveal my laced red panties. “Some men don’t know what monogamy is.”

“I’m not one of them. But you shouldn’t be sleeping with him. I don’t think Matt knows how to appreciate you.”

“Matt? How did you now his name?”

“Do you really think that’s the first time they’ve been in here. Julia use to dance for me here. This is where they met. And he told me about you months ago, Tiffany.”

I paused for a second. “So you know who I am? I suppose I’m fired now.” I stood up and was prepared to lash out at him.

“Tiffany, relax.” He put his hands on my shoulders. “You’re not fired. Look at all that mail. I would be nuts to fire you. But more importantly, I would be wrong. You’ve been used. And you’re at a time in your life where it just might become a pattern. You have to show Matt for what he is. Not only for your sake, but also for Julia’s. She’s a good person and she worked very hard to become who she is today. I don’t want both of you wasting your lives on a man who doesn’t appreciate the value of a woman. I want to help you.”

“I have kept this secret for so long. The first time was wonderful but I didn’t know he was engaged. I swear I didn’t.”

“I believe you. You gave him your virginity, didn’t you?” I closed my eyes and nodded. I tear escaped. “And now you don’t know how to say no to him because he’s the only touch you’ve known.”

“Yes.” I said so softly, it was almost a whisper. He embraced me. He slid his arm under my knees and carried me to the couch. I hadn’t realized what had been lost that first night with Matt. There was an innocence gone. And when he told me his profession of love was a lie and he was in love with another woman the whole time, he took even more. I felt like some prostitute who would always be at his mercy. But here I was in the arms of a man who asked nothing of me. I could feel his excitement, but he wasn’t taking sex from me. Taking? I can’t believe I just said that. It’s not supposed to be taken. It’s supposed to be given. For once, I wanted to be the one to give it away. I raised my eyes to his. His eyes were green with pools of tears that echoed of a past heartache that mirrored mine. And for a moment, he was my true teacher. The woman within me longed to connect with the man underneath his clothes. I kissed him.

He pulled away. “Tiffany, you don’t have to.”

“I know, Daniel, and that’s exactly why I want to. Make love to me?”

“Only if you’re sure this is exactly what you want. It’s not going to fix your problems.”

“I know. But I want to know you, your body, your touch. And I’m thinking that to lie with you would connect my soul with yours if only for a moment.”

“Oh, for more than one moment.” His lips touched mine. His tongue slid into my mouth when I noticed he had his tongue pierced. He communicated with that kiss how much he wanted me. But also, it said the exchange was to be equal. He did not rape my mouth with his tongue moving it which ever way he wanted without noticing what I was doing. The kiss was a mutual dance of our tongues caressing each other in a similar fashion. He picked me up again and we went up a staircase I had not seen before. The door opened into a small but lavish bedroom. He lay me down on a cherry canopy bed. I looked around the room. It had a feminine aura that did not seem to belong above a strip club.

“Dan?” I said.

“It’s an old room I haven’t used in years. Beautiful, isn’t it? You should have been in a place like this that first time.” He pulled back the covers and took off my panties and bra. He knelt above me as he took off his own clothes. And then he began to seduce me. His hands did not grab or hurt me. They were like soft caresses from a lover who knew how to please without having to dominate. He allowed my hands to roam his body wherever I wished. His body was fit with muscles that were clearly defined but not separated from the rest. Each sinewy curve flowed seamlessly into the next. His kiss followed a path from my neck to my stomach and down further to my pussy. I opened my legs in anticipation. The tongue post worked like a second tongue. It allowed him to pass over my clitoris with smooth, hard strokes that were so intricate it was unlike anything I’ve ever known. The more he pleased me, the more he wanted to continue. I could not believe the pleasure surging through my body. My hips bucked uncontrollably. He laughed and said, “What’s the matter, Tiffany?” The sound of his voice vibrated my pussy. He was now even more intent on driving me crazy. My legs rested on his shoulders as my hands ran through/pulled his hair. My screams were deafening. He held my hips to his mouth as I could no longer control the convulsions. When the orgasm came, it was like an explosion throughout my body.

I leaned down to his cock. I wanted to please him as he had pleased me. I held his cock in my hand. My tongue circled the tip and slid down the shaft. Something about the taste of it mad me want more. He gently pulled back my hair as I took his cock into my mouth. I sucked at my own pace enjoying every time his dick hit the back of my throat. He watched intently but never forced me to suck harder, deeper, or faster. That came naturally as I heard him moan with pleasure. I had never enjoyed giving head as much as I did at that moment. But it was not to last. He grabbed my shoulders and lay me back on the bed.

“I’m going to make love to you now, Tiffany. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, Please.” I said as I reached my hand out to his. He took it and laced his fingers with mine. And then he plunged his cock into me. He looked into my eyes as his thrusts became stronger. I parted them almost into a split. He snickered. And held my ankle as he fucked me deeper. He leaned down to suck my breasts. And then he gave me the longest, most passionate kiss. And then he lay down on the bed and allowed me to take over.

I stood over him for a moment and allowed him to stare at my nakedness. Then I lowered my body onto him. His cock slipped into my pussy. I stood on my feet and bounced as his cock plunged inside of me again and again. He grasped my wrists to steady my body as I fucked him. And just as my head was thrown back in an orgasmic convulsion, I felt his cock come inside me.

Daniel pulled my body towards him. I lay on top of him with my body trembling. He wrapped his arms around me as we lay together in silence. And in that calm serenity, I found my eyes closing as I fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later. Dan was still lying beside me but he was wide-awake. “Oh, you’re up? Sleep well?” He said.

“Actually, yes. I have an idea that requires a big favor from you.”

“What is it?”

“How do you feel about sex with Julia and myself?”

“Hmm, and that’s suppose to be a favor for me? Hell, yes I’ll do it. What did you have in mind?”

I told him my plan and started to get dressed. “I’m keeping this.” I said as I grabbed his shirt. I slipped it on over my red bra.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m wanted on stage, remember?”

“Fuck yes. I got to get out there myself. And now what am I suppose to wear” He said as he stood there in pants with no shirt.

“I like you just like that.”

“Go on. I’ll get something from my office. Oh, and Matt will be here tonight. So you better use the mask again if you want to keep you identity a secret.”

I left him there. I had an idea tonight. I put on my shades, a pair of black socks, and left his shirt on. I think I’ll do a little rendition of risky business tonight. I went out there to a full crowd. My hair was up in a bun and I looked the part down to a T. I danced for Dan that night. I never once took my eyes off him. But I did notice Matt and Julia in the corner. She never took her eyes off me. I called her on her cell the next day. She agreed to meet me.

We met in her apartment. “Hello, Alicia. Come in.” She was wearing a white teddy and see-through white robe.

“There’s something I have to tell you and I only have five minutes to say it.”

“Whatever it is, just say it.”

“My name isn’t Alicia.”

“Well, I figured that. All the girls use stage names. Otherwise you can’t have a life after dancing. I use to dance myself.”

“I know. Dan told me.”

“Oh, he did. He’s not really suppose to say anything.”

“Well, he only did it because you and I have a friend in common.”

“Who?”

“Matt.”

“You know my fiancé?”

“Yes. My name is Tiffany.”

“Hmm. That’s funny. Tiffany’s the name of his best friend’s baby-sister.”

“I know. I’m she. But there’s more. Dan’s going to be here in a few minutes. And I need you to make a phone call. We’ve been lied to, Julia. And we can’t let him get away with this.” I told her my plan and she made the phone call. By the time she said goodbye, Dan was at the door. This was the part of the plan I was most looking forward to.

Hardly a word was said. We all just started stripping off our clothes. And then together Julia and I began to kiss his body. She was beautiful. Her body was porcelain white. I could not help but want to kiss her. So I pulled her to me and kissed a woman for the first time in my life. She was as excited as I was. Our hands explored our bodies. Our breasts pressed up against each other. She was warm. My hand followed the curves of her body down to her pussy. She was clean-shaven and wet. He hands followed the same path to mine. We looked over at Dan. He was smiling and his cock was standing at full erection. “Let’s go into the bedroom.” All three of us walked into her room. There we found a king-size bed. Julia and I fell onto the bed as we kissed and teased each other. Dan soon joined us.

He lay back on the bed as Julia and I expressed our desire. Together, we licked his cock. We took turns taking him into our mouth. “I want to lick you.” She said to me. I laid back on the bed as she knelt down on all fours. “Fuck me, Dan.” She demanded. As she parted my lips, I could feel her breath on my pussy. Her soft fingers parted my lips. Her tongue barely touched my clitoris. I looked up to see Dan stand behind her. I could hear her moan just as he rammed his cock inside of her. Her pleasure sparked my own. She was more eager to please. She licked harder. With the instincts only another woman would know, she sucked my clit at the exact moment I needed her to. I screamed. My back arched and my hand reached down to stroke her hair. I heard a noise at the door but I was in too much pleasure to care. Later I was told what was seen.

The door opened slightly as Matt saw me lying down on her bed. He recognised my voice. He remembered my screams. It opened further to see Julia the cause of my pleasure. So there we were, his fiancé and his student making love on her bed. His cock became fully erect all at once. But then the door opened further. There he saw an older man with a chiselled body and distinguished good looks fucking Julia. He became immediately enraged. What he didn’t know is there was a chain lock on the door. He could not enter. He left.

Julia came and lay back to allow me to return the favour. I had never tasted another woman before. But I was hungry for her. I parted her lips just as she had done to me. And then I imagined how I like to be licked. So I circled her clit with my tongue. Her breathing became quick. Then I started to flutter my tongue s l o w l y, li g h t l y. She started to move her hips. I pinned her down. I was enjoying this. I wanted to take my time. I did it harder. She started screaming. I knew that scream. It’s the same one I have right before… And then she came. Dan lay on the bed. I climbed on top of him. His cock slipped inside my pussy. She sat on his face. And as he licked her and fucked me, Julia and I kissed each other. Our hands caressed each other’s breasts. It was the most intense sexual experience I had ever imagined. And it was real. She looked straight into my eyes as she came. Seeing the pleasure consume her soul made me come as well. And before I had time to catch my breath, Dan come erupted inside me. The three of us collapsed on the bed soaked in sweat and silence.

I showered and came home to find Matt sitting in my living room talking to Mom. “The wedding is off, Tiffers.” Matt said.

“Oh really? Why’s that?”

“She just wasn’t the one, I guess.”

“Oh honey,” Mom interjected. “Matt caught her cheating on him. Poor dear.”

“Awww!” I walked over and hugged him then whispered in his ear. “It was the best fuck I ever had. Don’t you ever treat me like that again.” I skipped up the steps and went into my room. I did see Matt again. But that, perhaps, is another story…