He looked up and saw that he had arrived on ninth avenue. He turned right and headed towards 42nd street. Even still, Taylor couldn’t help but be curious, and with him, curiosity always won over will power. There on the same sidewalk as Taylor, walking towards him was an Asian girl. Her eyes were a dark piercing brown. She had mid-back length hair with light brown highlights and her lips were painted pink or perhaps that was her natural lip color.
She looked so exotic he wondered if that was how the girl he would meet looked. Would I be having sex with a hot Asian girl in just a few minutes? Oh yes, curiosity was definitely the winner.
The place Taylor was headed had some mixed reviews and he wondered if maybe some guys were expecting way too much. Not a GFE, some guys stated. Some guys expected these girls to act like girlfriends and give them that type of experience, but that’s not what he wanted. He just wanted to be with someone new. He wanted to see her naked and maybe do a few positions he’d never tried before. A girlfriend experience? Not exactly what Taylor was looking for right now.
Not one of the reviews described what the place looked like. Would it be how he imagined it or worse? On TV and in the movies, the ladies who did this sort of thing were always portrayed in a bad light. They looked old, tattered, and as if they had every single infection known to man- and then they would cough. The hotel’s they usually worked out of didn’t look much better. They were usually dingy looking with stained carpeting, brown towels that were supposed to be white, and even the bed was usually broken. He couldn’t help but wonder if that was what this place would be like.
When he finally made it to the corner of 42nd and ninth he stopped and scanned the area. On the corner where he stood there was a bank. To the south was a Papaya hot dog stand. To the east was another bank and on the southeast corner was a Dunkin’ Donuts. As he continued to scan the area he noticed a few grocery stores, a pizza shop and even saw the port authority bus terminal a few blocks away. Where is this place? He continued to scan to see if he could tell where it could be. Then he felt stupid, like if there would be a sign posted with an arrow stating “Asian girls, this way.”
Taylor wondered if the phone girl told him the wrong street. After standing there for five minutes trying to guess the location, he reached for his phone and hit redial.
“Hello?”
“This is Taylor. You told me to call you when I got to the corner of 42nd and ninth.”
“OK. You here? Where are you? I don’t see you.”
“I’m on the corner by the bank.”
“Get in front of the Papaya. What you wearing?”
He waited for the light to change and then crossed the street. “I’m wearing a black coat and black hat.”
“Oh, I see you now. Come directly across the street and ring the bell, number three.”
“Got it.”
Right across the street there was a black door all by itself. It seemed so out of place, like an apartment building entrance among a bunch of commercial properties. Taylor stood in front of the door and looked to his left and then to his right. He pressed the number three button and the door buzzer sounded.
He pushed open the door to find a steep white staircase directly behind it leading up. Climbing the steps he began to wonder if this could be some sort of setup. His imagination was getting the best of him again. He figured it was silly of anyone to go through all this trouble just to set him up. There are much easier ways to rob someone.
Once at the top of the first flight of stairs he saw that the door in front of him had a number two nailed into it. He still had one more flight to go. With two steps left on the last flight, the number three door opened just a crack. Taylor stopped in front of it and waited to see what happened next. A cute Asian girl around five feet tall opened the door and motioned for him to come in.
She shut the door behind him and spread her arms out. He leaned in and she gave him a very welcoming hug. She took a step back allowing him a chance to give her a once over. She couldn’t have been older than twenty five, although he read it’s hard to tell an Asian girls age as they age very well. But she was definitely not how working girls were portrayed in the movies. As he continued to look her over she had shoulder length, straight black hair. Her eyes were a light brown outlined with black mascara. Her lips were painted a fire engine red and her cheeks twinkled with glitter.
Covering her small breasts was a red bikini top. When he glanced down further her stomach was so smooth and he so wanted to touch it- but he didn’t. Taylor wasn’t sure what if any were the rules. For bottoms she was wearing jean cut shorts and the top button was open, giving a hint of the surprise waiting underneath. Her legs were smooth and shapely and she was wearing a pair of red slide on, high heeled shoes, revealing her bare feet and unpainted toes.
He took a quick look around the apartment. It was nothing like he had imagined. The area where they were was completely empty. He assumed it was the living room. It had nice polished hard wood floors and was dimly lit. To his left were two doors and to his right were another two doors. He could smell something cooking and heard some voices coming from a room across from him that he couldn’t yet see. The girl took him by the hand and led him to the door furthest to the right. After a few steps Taylor could see that the voices were definitely coming from the kitchen.
When they entered the room, there was a queen sized bed in the middle of it. There was also a small end table to the right with a clock radio and a lamp- setting a nice dim, cozy feeling to the room. This place looks way better than any apartment I’ve ever lived in.
After she closed the door she walked up to Taylor and began to remove his coat. She hung it up on one of the four hooks screwed into the wall. Next she walked over to the end table, reached down and produced two towels. She laid one of them flat on the bed and set the other one on the edge.
Not knowing what he should be doing he just stood there watching her. She came over to him again and started unbuttoning his work shirt. “What’s your name?”
“Taylor. What’s yours?”
“Hana.”
Hana slid off his shirt and hung it on one of the other hooks. Next, she took hold of the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head and since she was shorter than him, he needed to bend down slightly so that she could remove it. “Wow! Nice.” she said and then ran her hands over his chest tracing the eagle tattoo that covered it.
“Oh you like that?” He turned around and showed her the large pirate ship he had inked on his back.
“Very nice.”
After placing his t-shirt on the hook she told him to sit down on the edge of the bed. She kneeled down in front of him and untied his boot laces, taking one boot off and then the other. She placed them off to the side and then stood up and asked Taylor to stand as well. Her hands reached for his belt, sliding it apart with ease. She grabbed his zipper and slid it down before undoing the button.
With nothing holding them up, his pants began to slide down his legs and Hana helped them the rest of the way. She waited as he lifted each leg up and out of them. While still crouched down, she looked up at him and smiled before placing her fingers into the waist band of his boxer briefs and sliding them down. After stepping out of them she took them along with his pants and hung them up.
Wow, what service. I never thought I would be receiving this type of royal treatment. So far all those stereotypes about places like this have been untrue. This place was nice and clean, and Hana was a cute little Asian chick that Taylor was going to have sex with. It took everything he had to keep from smiling uncontrollably and jumping up and down with excitement.
Hana grabbed the towel on the edge of the bed and wrapped it around his waist. “I wash you now, okay. It’s a table shower.”
“Okay,” he answered, not quite sure what a table shower was. She took him by the hand and cracked open the door and looked out into the living room. She then opened it all the way and led them towards the kitchen. The kitchen, as it turned ou
t, was right next to the bathroom, but they didn’t go into the bathroom. Instead there was another entrance off towards the left side of the kitchen. He saw an older woman making dinner and she looked over and smiled.
The entrance to the table shower room was covered with those plastic strips they use in the freezer section of supermarkets. When they walked through them Taylor got his first look at a table shower. The shower room was completely covered in bathroom tiles and up against the right wall was what looked like a massage table covered in brown leather. On the left was a small sink and shelves with towels, soaps, candles and mouthwash.
Hana removed his towel and told him to lie face down on the table. She placed a small wooden pillow like object, covered in a wash cloth, under his face. The water turned on and she began moving the handheld shower head up and down his body. Next she soaped up his upper back and arms as he lay there thinking- This is the most fun I’ve had so far. I’ve never had this type of treatment. Uh oh. This might be addicting.
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Should I?
Scotty’s parents are taking a two week safari to Africa leaving him at home with his mother’s best friend Jenny. She showed up unannounced, but it worked out for the best because she can house sit for them– since Scotty isn’t all that responsible.
Scotty’s a virgin and so is his girlfriend. When he makes his move she turns him down and when he arrives home he’s met with a sleeping surprise and a question– “Should I?”
After bumping into Scotty on his way to the bathroom, Jenny can’t get him out of her mind. When an opportunity presents itself, she must decide if she will give in to her desires the way Scotty had.
Should I? begins from Scotty’s point of view and then continues from Jenny’s.
Excerpt: This is the part when Scotty returns home from blowing it with his girlfriend and finds Jenny asleep in her bed.
On my way home I wonder what I could’ve done differently. I don’t think I did anything wrong. I mean, who gets upset when they’re told they look beautiful today. Geez! Wait until Jenny hears about how this went, she’s gonna be like that girl is crazy, and maybe she’s right.
I walk through the front door and lock it. “Jenny, you home?” I yell out. There’s no response and I figure she must’ve went out— maybe she’s at the beach going for a swim. Hmm, I haven’t seen her in a bikini yet, she must look awesome. As I walk over to the fridge I begin to imagine what she might look like walking out of the water dripping wet from head to toe. I reach down into the crisper and grab myself a beer. I crack the top and drink it as fast as possible and then throw the bottle into the recyclable bin. No ones home so no one will know.
“I can’t believe that went so badly,” I yell out loud, as if arguing with an invisible person. “She’s never going to have sex with me! Shit, I think she even broke up with me! Screw it!”
I decide that I’m going to go jerk off, that’ll help me relax for a bit. I’m not in the mood to hunt for anything online and instead decide to get one of the DVDs from my parents “secret” collection.
I walk into my room and strip off my clothes. I put on my green lounging around shorts and get ready to head over to their room. I had stumbled upon their hidden collection of porn DVDs one day when I was looking for a tie my dad said was in there. I figure I’ll watch the lesbian movie where there’s a scene with three women laying on their sides in the shape of a triangle, all eating each other out. Man just the thought of that is starting to get me excited.
I exit my room and head over to theirs, which is straight ahead. The door is open and I walk straight in heading over to the closet. I grab the box on the top shelf and look through the DVD cases, looking for the lesbian one. Jackpot. I grab it and then place the other ones back in the box; placing the box back on the shelf.
Stepping back and sliding the closet door shut, I turn to walk out and realize that Jenny is in the bed. The room is quite large and seems even bigger since there isn’t much furniture in the bedroom. Both my mom and dad felt that only what was necessary should be bought.
“Oh sorry Jenny. Jenny?”
She doesn’t respond, she must be out like a light. She’s lying on the right side of the queen size mattress and from where I’m standing, her feet are pointing at me. The head board is resting on the wall farthest from me and she’s lying on her side facing to the right.
Her legs from the knees down are exposed and she has a sheet covering her upper thighs to her waist. From my current position it appears that she might be topless. Being both horny and curious I want to take a closer look. I’ve only seen naked women in porn and in nude magazines, so seeing breasts in person is an opportunity I don’t think I can pass up.
As I get closer to the foot of the bed I focus on her feet. She has such pretty feet and for the first time I think that I would like to kiss them. I’ve watched foot fetish videos online and have wondered why guys do that, and if it’s actually fun. Now I find myself wanting to find out.
“Hey Jenny are you awake? Hey Jenny?”
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First Time With My Roommate
Story 1: “Childhood Friends”
Jasmine has been in love with her best friend Christie since they were young. There’s a problem though, Christie doesn’t know and she’s into guys. But when Christie’s current boyfriend is caught cheating, the planets might just align for them.
Story 2: “A Swimmer’s Tail”
Julie has just arrived at college and meets her new roommate Sara. While Julie isn’t comfortable with her body, Sara has no issue with hers. This causes Julie to have feelings she’s never had before. Will she put those feelings aside or will she give in?
Childhood Friends Excerpt: This is the part where Christie and Jasmine get home from the market right before they change clothes for their break up party.
While she’s messing with the keys, trying to find the right one, she keeps turning around to look at my breasts and smiling. Am I imagining things or is she checking me out? Like really checking me out. If she is, it doesn’t bother me one bit. Yeah she’s laughing and smiling, but if she only knew how much it’s turning me on, she’d probably stop.
“So what will be today’s slumber party outfit? Pee Jays?” I ask as we enter our apartment— kicking off my sandals. Every time we had one of these - get over the break up - things we would dress up for the occasion. Once we did pajamas. Another time we did yoga clothes, and another time we even dressed up as cheerleaders.
Oh yeah, cheerleaders. That was a fun night. Seeing Christie dressed in that short cheerleader skirt, along with two pig tails had me suffocating all night. Each time I looked at her I could barely breathe.
Today’s clothing request shocked me. “I need to feel sexy,” Christie said. “Let’s wear lingerie and have a lingerie party.”
“What?”
“Oh come on please. It’ll be fun. Let’s imagine we’re dressing up for each other and we’re going to have sex. Wear your most sexy outfit for me.”
Okay, that got me hot. Imagining that wasn’t too hard for me. I do it all the time. Except in my fantasies, we’re both naked.
“Umm… Sure, if it’ll make you happy. I’m gonna unpack the stuff first.”
“No!” she said before practically skipping over to the kitchen counter like a little kid. “Just put the ice cream away. We’ll get changed and made up and then we’ll go through it all.”
Christie’s mood was different now. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she hadn’t been dumped earlier. I’m glad she’s more up beat now since seeing her all sad really bums me out. As I look through the bags for the ‘cookies and cream’ ice cream we bought, I run through my lingerie drawer in my head trying to figure out what I’m going to wear. For some reason all I can see is my leopard print panties. Nah, those won’t work.
“Heads up, Ja
smine!”
I turn around just in time to catch a bath towel in the face.
“Hey! What the h—”
She doesn’t even let me finish the sentence before she takes off running towards her room. Man, she’s acting like a little kid. Oh well. I’ll get even with her later. As I walk into my bedroom, I pull off my tank top, slide off my capris, and then struggle to slide off my panties. They got soaked too and it’s like I have to unroll them down my legs. I grab the towel Christie was nice enough to smack me in the face with and dry myself off.
I walk over to my dresser and slide open my lingerie drawer, looking for the perfect thing to wear. Let’s see. What would I wear if I was going to have sex with Christie? It would have to be something really sexy. Nope… no not that one….how about, nah…. Yes! This is perfect. If I was going to try and seduce Christie with my body then this is what I would wear.
It’s a lavender fly away baby doll and panty set. The baby doll is tied together in the middle of my breasts with a small string. Plus the baby doll is sheer and is meant to be worn without anything underneath. After tying a small bow in front, I slide the matching sheer thong panties on and walk over to my closet door— the one that has a full length mirror and admire the view. WOW! I look hot- if I do say so myself.
My breasts can be seen clearly through the fabric and the panties show the small tuft of hair above my pussy. When I turn around to see how I look from behind. The thong has a small bow at the top and the baby doll drapes lightly over my butt— my crack clearly visible through the fabric. If I was trying to look hot for Christie, and yes, I am trying— this definitely gets the job done.
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