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A New World Part 1

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It is a shocking experience, recalling moments from your distant past and realizing very little remains of the person you were then. It happened to me recently, I stumbled upon an old photograph, long forgotten, at the bottom of a seldom used drawer. A real photograph, from the days before everyone had a camera in their pocket everywhere they went. Before people photographed every meal they ate, back when photos recorded special occasions and important events. This photo, found at the bottom of my drawer, was taken on a special occasion, as it turns out, quite possibly the most important occasion of my life. Though, the twenty year old boy beaming back at me, with his arm around a stunning young lady, had no clue just how important that night, or the gorgeous young vixen beside him, would be in determining the direction his life was about to take. The fact that the occasion evidenced by this photo even occurred is nearly a miracle in its own right. You see, the boy in that picture was young, innocent, naïve, and shy to the point that he found it nearly impossible to speak to a woman, let alone ask her out on a date. However, he did manage to ask Riley, and, finding his extreme shyness intriguing, she accepted. During the course of that date, not only did Riley take his virginity, she also helped him take the first steps into a world he never even knew existed. Up to that point, and even a bit past, he had existed in a small orderly world, where there were rules, where there was right and wrong with nothing in between. Riley would show him an entirely new world. A world more exciting, passionate, loving, and free, than the structured rigorous world he knew. At the same time it was a darker, harsher, more dangerous, and painful world. A world filled not with black and white, but millions of vibrant colors. It all began a week earlier when my friend suggested we go to a strip club. Brady and I had been friends our entire lives. He was a year and a half older than me and lived a few houses down. Being older, he led and I followed. Sometimes I wonder if Brady’s leadership was good for me, forcing me to take chances and do things that I normally wouldn’t, or if deferring to him was actually the cause of my shyness and reticence. Either way, over the years we had developed a symbiotic relationship. Brady was boisterous, outgoing, and adventurous and being his best friend forced me to overcome my fears and enjoy many adventures that I otherwise never would have. Brady and I were complete opposites in many ways. I was good in school and loved to read, Brady didn’t own a single book and struggled with schoolwork. Brady was a natural athlete and I could hardly run without tripping over my own feet. He was handsome and had his pick of the girls, I was average looking and too shy to talk to girls. It may seem strange that two people so different could be such good friends, but we used our differences to our advantage. I helped Brady with schoolwork and he practiced with me until I could throw and catch well enough to play centerfield in little league. When he started dating, Brady got girls to arrange dates with their friends for me so we could double. When Brady suggested going to the club, I resisted, listing all of the reasons why it was a bad idea. As usual, Brady convinced me it would be fine and we ended up at the club, despite my fear and nerves about getting caught being underage. Though, all of my fear and nervousness vanished upon stepping into the club and spying the prettiest little brunette I had ever seen, nearly naked and hanging upside down from a pole. The rest of the club was nothing but a blur, the music blasting from the sound system a dull roar. I stood just inside the club, mouth agape focused solely on her lovely face slowly reddening from the blood rushing to her head. Time stood still as I stared, oblivious to all around me except her. It took a tap on the shoulder from Brady to bring me back to reality. “Hey, you coming?” he asked, looking at me quizzically. “Huh? Yeah!” I mumbled. Brady led the way through the crowded club to a table at the back. My gaze returned to the stage as I dropped into a chair. She was now right side up, doing the splits and cupping her perfect breasts in her hands. Her flirtatious smile drew me in as she scooped up her tips and turned to face the opposite side of the stage. Curls of chestnut hair hung to the middle of her back which tapered down to a narrow waist then flared back out into nicely rounded hips. “What ya drinkin’, sweetie?” something touched my arm. I snapped my head around to find an attractive blonde waitress smiling down at me. “You want something to drink, Hun?” she repeated. “Uh… beer,” Bostancı Escort I stammered, wondering how long she’d been standing there. “I think someone’s in love.” she giggled, winking at Brady. “I’ll bring ya a draft, Hun,” she said, patting me on the shoulder. “What’s the matter with you, man? You act like you’ve never seen a naked chick shake her ass before,” Brady laughed, knowing full well I had, in fact, never seen a stripper before, and neither had he. “She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” I explained with a nod toward the stage. Brady glanced over at the stage. “Or, she’s just naked,” he laughed. I stared back exasperated, and he relented. “Okay okay, she’s hot. But don’t be so obvious, man, you’re gonna get us carded.” Satisfied with his reluctant admission, I returned my attention to the stage. She was just getting down and a pretty blonde was taking her place. Fearing I may never see her again, I followed her with my eyes to a door near the stage where she disappeared. The waitress returned with our beers and I finally took a moment to look around. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. Clouds of smoke floated in neon haze and it smelled like stale beer and cheap perfume. Music blasted from giant speakers on the mirrored wall behind the stage, causing it to vibrate with every beat of the pounding bass. The place was packed with men of all ages, and a few women, some sitting at the stage, focused intently on the scantily clad young ladies gyrating before them as they doled out dollar bills. Some played pool or darts, while others sat focused on the large TV above the bar, watching the game. Still more gathered round tables engrossed in conversation or downing shots of whiskey or tequila and chugging beers. They slammed their empty glasses on the tables slapping each other’s raised hands and laughing boisterously. I glanced to the door frequently, hoping the brunette would reappear. “This place is great! Isn’t it?” Brady shouted across the table. “That blonde is smokin’,” he said, pointing. I nodded and glanced back to the door. We sipped our beers and watched four more dancers take the stage. As each one took the stage, some men would rush to the stage, money in hand, while others would stuff their money back in their pockets and walk away. Occasionally, there would be an exuberant shout as somebody’s favorite climbed on stage. We were just ordering two more beers when the brunette took the stage again. She wore a short leather skirt and black leather boots with stiletto heels. Her lacy black bra accentuated her pert medium sized breasts. She wore studded leather cuffs at her wrists and carried a riding crop. The contrast of the black leather against her creamy skin was stunning. Her hair was pulled back in a bun. Heavy dark makeup around her eyes gave her a truly menacing appearance. A man at the end of the stage stood and whistled as she stepped on the stage. She turned and strutted down the stage holding him with a menacing glare. She placed her foot on the low brass rail in front of him and touched her riding crop to the back his head. She pushed his head down with the crop, and when he resisted, she cracked the crop against her leather skirt causing him to jump. She returned the crop to his head and he willingly bent to lick the toe of her boot. “Yep. It’s definitely love,” the waitress laughed, tousling my hair before walking away. I jumped at her words. I had been so engrossed in the action on stage. I hadn’t even realized she was there. Brady gave me a look that said I told you to be cool, damn it, and I attempted to compose myself. I tried in vain to hide my lustful stare as the brunette twirled and gyrated about the stage, peeling off her bra and skirt as she went, but I was mesmerized and settled for trying not to drool. Her set ended, long before I would’ve liked, and I continued to stare as she left the stage. Our waitress met her at the foot of the stairs and as they talked, the brunette turned, her gaze searching until it landed on me. I stared back in horror, imagining the awful things the waitress was telling her about the creepy underage boy that had been staring at her since he walked in. A mischievous grin slowly spread across her face and she waved. My face grew hot with embarrassment and I feebly waved back. The waitress glanced my way and smiled as the brunette slipped into the dressing room. Her mischievous grin and wave threw me into a complete panic. I grabbed Brady’s arm. “Shit! We need to get out of here!” I shouted. “What? Why? What’s a matter?” he asked in surprise. He hadn’t seen the waitress talking to her. “The waitress just said something Bostancı Escort Bayan to that dancer and she looked over here and waved,” I explained. Brady looked confused. “Yeah, so?” “She went and told her I’ve been staring at her! She probably thinks I’m some kind of pervert. We’ve gotta get outta here!” I started to get up. “Relax. She’s a stripper! She’s used to perverts staring at her. That’s what she gets paid for. It’s her job!” Brady laughed and leaned back, sipping his beer. “But the waitress, she was telling her about me!” I insisted. “Yeah, so? What’s she gonna do? Have you thrown out for looking at her? Relax before you actually do something to get us thrown out,” Brady said, giving me an exasperated look. I eased back into my chair, realizing he was right. I hadn’t actually done anything wrong and she must be used to guys staring at her, some of them a lot creepier than me. She was so beautiful, guys must stare at her even when she isn’t working, I thought. Though, I still didn’t understand why the waitress was telling her about me. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself and the panic began to recede. I no longer felt like running, or pissing myself. Until she emerged from the dressing room and headed directly for our table. She wore a short, red silk robe and her hair was no longer pulled back but hanging in soft curls about her face and shoulders. She stared at me as she walked, never breaking eye contact. I began to panic again, my face grew hot and I started to sweat; my heart beat faster with every step she took. I was ready to pass out by the time she reached our table. I sat paralyzed as she touched her lips, smiled, and blew me a kiss as she passed by. Brady began to laugh as I fell back in my chair breathing hard. “See? They were just screwing with you. Relax!” I wiped my sweaty forehead with a napkin and took a long drink of my beer while waiting for my heart rate to return to normal. Leaning back in my chair, I turned my attention to the blonde on stage. Brady was right, she was “smokin’ hot”. I turned to Brady and told him so. I was finally starting to feel comfortable when I suddenly felt fingers running through my hair. “Yeah? You think she’s hotter than me?” a sultry female voice said in my ear. Brady was suddenly quiet and staring open mouthed. Slowly I turned in my seat and found myself staring into a pair of sparkling green eyes. She slipped her arm around my shoulders and slid into my lap. She smelled amazing and her skin was soft and smooth as it brushed against my hand. She tilted her head to the side and pressed her lips to mine. “You don’t really think she’s hotter than me. Do you?” she said, softly stroking my cheek. The feel of her firm body against me sent a warm thrill all through me and caused an awkward stirring in my crotch. “Uh… I … a… No. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I blurted, hoping she couldn’t feel the firm lump in my pants. “Hi, I’m Riley. What’s your name sweetie?” she asked, continuing to stroke my cheek. Her firm, perfect ass was directly atop my inexperienced member, and if she hadn’t detected the swelling by now, she certainly would very soon. I shifted in my chair trying to ease the stimulation while attempting to answer. “My, uh… I’m… ah…Will, and this is… ah… my… uh… he’s Brady,” I managed. Being so close to her was an assault on my senses. The soft silk of her robe was cool against my arm and the heat of her touch had me sweating like a marathon runner. My hand tingled at the touch of her soft supple skin. Her scent was intoxicating; floral, spicy, and exotic. My head was swimming and my cock was ready to explode in my pants. I squirmed in my seat trying to prevent her from detecting the solid dick beneath her. Her hand slid down to caress my neck and she leaned down to whisper in my ear. “It’s okay, Honey. I take it as quite a compliment, actually,” her breath was hot on my ear as she whispered. She finished by lightly biting my earlobe while pressing her firm ass down on my swollen dick and grinding her hips. I groaned and briefly thought I might pass out. She kissed my cheek and slid off my lap. “I’m up next.” She smiled. “Why don’t you two come keep me company?” She quickly opened her robe giving us a quick glance of her tiny red g-string and bikini top then wrapped it tightly around her magnificent body and pranced over to the stage. “Oh my god, dude! She’s totally hot for you.” I was barely aware of Brady’s presence let alone him speaking. “Come on, man, let’s go!” Brady said, grabbing my arm and tugging me out of my seat. I was still staring after Riley, wondering if that had just happened or if Escort Bostancı I was dreaming. The insistent tugging on my arm helped me to slowly gather my thoughts and, after waiting a moment for the excitement in my pants to subside, I picked up my beer and followed Brady to the stage. I hadn’t even sat down when Riley appeared, squatting before me. She cupped her bikini-clad breasts lifting them so she could slowly run her tongue along the line of the bikini top. She smiled devilishly shaking her tits at me. I stared open-mouthed marveling at her beauty. She spun around, bent over, and smiled at me from between her knees. This position gave me an up close view of her firm round butt and plump g-string covered mound. Brady nudged me with his elbow. “You’ve gotta tip her!” he said, waving a folded dollar bill before my face. Embarrassed, I jammed my hand into my pocket and pulled out a scrunched up wad of bills. She stood before me smiling and wiggling to the pounding bass, but didn’t take the offered bill. I stared in confusion until, finally, she reached down and tapped the rail with her long red fingernail. She leaned closer so I could hear. “I can’t take it from you, sweetie. You have to put it on the rail.” “Oh!” was all I could say as I dropped the bill on the rail, my face turning crimson. Riley scooped up the bill and sat back, spreading her shapely legs and trailing the bill up over her plump mound, pausing briefly there before continuing up over her flat stomach and up between her firm breasts. “I want you,” she mouthed, tucking the bill safely away in her top. She blew me a kiss before dancing off across the stage. I stared after her, entranced by her gyrating hips as she went. It wasn’t until she was gone that I realized my prick was engorged to the point of bursting my zipper and even the slightest movement caused extreme discomfort. I squirmed around in my seat hoping to relieve the discomfort in my pants while trying to remain inconspicuous. The fact that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her certainly wasn’t helping my situation any. “Having a little trouble over there, buddy?” Brady laughed at my obvious squirming. “Man, you REALLY got it bad for her don’t you? I can’t believe you threw her a ten, Big Spender!” “Huh? I what? What do you mean?” I searched through the wad of bills I’d pulled from my pocket. Sure enough there was a ten dollar bill missing. “Damn! I thought I gave her a dollar,” I muttered shaking my head. “You didn’t know that was a ten?” Brady was now howling with laughter. I fiddled with the scrunched bills on the counter in front of me feeling rather dumb. “Oh well, what’s ten bucks for the woman I love?” I said with a half-hearted laugh. “Don’t worry about it, man. It’s only money,” Brady chuckled, tossing a bill on the stage. Looking around the stage, I noticed most of the men had dollars for tipping stacked on the narrow counter before them and tucked neatly under their bottles and glasses. After accidentally tipping a ten, I understood why and quickly sorted my singles out on the counter and placing my beer on top. Riley danced two more songs and I tipped her another six bucks, one dollar at a time. Watching her gyrate and squirm around the stage prolonged the discomfort in my crotch each time I moved, even a little, I thought I would explode. By the time Riley smiled and stepped down from the stage I was sort of glad she was gone, because it meant there might soon be some relief for my swollen, aching prick. The blonde Brady liked now climbed on stage and he immediately reached into his pocket for some money. I considered her carefully as she danced and decided, though she was beautiful, she couldn’t begin to compare to Riley. I tipped her a few times as well. I couldn’t focus on her though, as visions of Riley running her fingers up over her luscious body while mouthing “I want you” with her plump pink lips kept replaying in my head. When the blonde finished her set and left the stage, Brady turned to me. “We should probably get going. It’s getting late,” he said. I nodded in agreement but took my time getting up, hoping Riley would emerge from the dressing room so I could get one last glimpse of her. Brady dropped me off at my apartment complex and I waved as he drove away. The second he was out of sight, I rushed up to my unit and and started shedding clothes even before the door closed behind me. I kicked off my briefs and grabbed my still semi-erect member as I entered the bedroom. My dick was slick with pre-cum and became hard as granite in my hand as I flopped on the bed. I began stroking to the recalled image of Riley flitting about the stage in nothing but a red g-string and stiletto heels. I pumped my organ furiously, picturing her dressed in leather holding the riding crop. Jolts of electricity shot through my body. I had never been this turned on in my life. I was breathing in ragged gasps as she mouthed, “I want you.” My hips began thrusting my swollen cock through my fingers and my orgasm began to build.

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