Like it or Not Ch. 02
Keywords: Not, Like, or, Ch., it, 02,
She ordered for both of us, refusing to let me even speak when spoken to. "You just stay quiet for now."
I started to cool down a bit as I drank my wine and tried to eat. She stayed close to me, eating and drinking with one hand, her other still firmly planted on my thigh. I realized she was just toying with me, trying to torment me by keeping me so highly aroused in a public place where nothing could be done about it. Little by little I relaxed as she allowed me a bit of conversation.
"So you're a nurse, I heard." She spoke to me after she finished her meal.
She passed me a cigarette and lit one for herself. "Yes."
"Any aspirations beyond making men drool over your t&a?"
I decided not to take offense at that. "I'm considering taking a few psychology courses. Maybe a social worker." I watched as tendrils of grayish blue smoke curled around her face. "Or a massage therapist."
She pondered this for a moment, her eyes half lidded and serene. "It wouldn't bother you to rub on someone you don't even know?"
I shrugged. "I'd get over it."
"What if some decrepit old man came to you for a massage?" She waved down our server.
"I'd tell myself that it's my job and old men have aches and pains."
"What if he got a stiffy on you?" She leaned back into the padded booth, relaxing, staring at me with a lazy half smile, looking almost sleepy.
She was staring at me in a way that made me uncomfortable, her pupils dilated, her smile sweet, her head cocked slightly. My stomach filled with butterflies yet again. I caught my breath and looked away, trying to brush it off.
"I don't know." I laughed. "So what do you do?"
"I'm a stripper." She was pretty pleased with herself.
I almost choked on my wine. There was just no sugar coating to this woman. Not exotic dancer, no claims of grandeur... Just a stripper. She was so blunt, so brazen, so unapologetic. It bothered me as much as it amused me. A woman with her views on society, life, things in general just did not mesh with her profession. I had figured she was a feminist of a sort, but this blew me away.
"A stripper." I repeated, unsure of what to say to this. "Do you have any aspirations beyond making men drool over you?"
"Nope." She pulled on her cigarette and inhaled deeply. "I make good money."
"But that's not something you can do until retirement age, Rachel."
"I don't spend much money. I own my car, I own my house. I save most of the money I make."
"Sounds like a pretty good deal."
"It is."
"So besides playing Russian Roulette and smoking pot, what do you do with your spare time?"
"Not much." She grinned. "I party, I make trouble, I play weird sex games, and I mess around on my computer."
"So I'm your weird sex game of the day?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Week, month, year, whatever. Until we get sick of each other."
Our server came over again. "Will you be having dessert?"
"Yes. Give me a minute to think, though." Rachel waved her off. "Do you want dessert, Kalia?"
"Sure, why not." I nodded.
"Good."
She turned in the booth, sliding her leg up onto the seat, bending her knee, and faced me. she released my thigh with her left hand and replaced it with her right, unceremoniously pushing her middle finger inside my pussy. I gasped in surprise and pleasure, jerking in my seat. She began rubbing my clit in circles with her thumb. I grabbed her wrist, mortified as curious stares came our way.
"Oh my God, Rachel!" I whimpered, weakened by the sensations coursing through my body.
"Shhh." She smiled. "The louder you are, the more people who will watch."
There was no tablecloth. To anyone who glanced down, there was a plain view of what she was doing to me. My legs were spread wide, my inner thighs twitching, unable to control my hips thrusting against her penetration. I put my hands on the edge of the table, curling them on the lip, trying to brace myself as the rest of my upper body went slack, my head falling back, breathing deep and hard through my mouth. I felt my eyes rolling back in my head, my toes curling, groaning louder by the second.
So many people watching me now, so obvious. So bad, this was so bad, but so good. Would we get in trouble? Would she stop? Would she take me to orgasm? What was she doing to me? Didn't I want her to stop? Her fingers, pumping in and out, slick, dripping, I could feel it dripping, drooling, the wet sounds, the scent. Her mouth on my neck, lips pressed hard against my jugular, hearing my own heart beating, the blood roaring in my ears. Her tongue flicking my skin ever so lightly. The breath from her nose, hot and soft in my ear. The small sounds of pleasure she made. Her thumb pressing hard on my clit. Bolts of pleasure surging from my pussy and through my belly, tingling my nipples, skin hot but goosebumps racing across my flesh. Vaginal muscles tightening, squeezing her fingers. My eyes falling shut, heat, burning liquid heat behind my eyelids, heaving, gasping breaths, jaw slack.
Little spasms let me know I was close. I rolled my head toward her, trying to speak. "Rachel, Rachel, I'm gonna-" Struck stupid as she stroked down over my clit hard with her thumb.
Explosion, violent explosion, muscles clenching and weakening spasmodically, uncontrollably. Fire in my pussy, shooting up and down, a wave of lava coursing through my entire body. Lightheaded euphoria, crying out, almost screaming, barely hearing it, not caring if someone called the police. The warmth of my wetness flooding from my pussy, her fingers still slipping gently in and out. Every fiber of my being hypersensitive to every small breeze, every touch. Then relaxation, total bliss, sleepy and muddled.
I heard her giggling in my ear as she placed small, feathery kisses on my neck, her left hand in my hair, caressing my scalp, her right still between my thighs, swirling around in what felt like a puddle from just inside my pussy lips. "Open your eyes." She whispered.
I did; the first thing I saw was her delighted smile, then her beautiful warm eyes... they weren't so warm before, my mind told me, but it was a fading, faraway thought in seconds. I rolled my head and gazed around the room, still muddled. Our server was standing there, three or four feet away, her expression one of total shock. Everyone was staring, most grinning and laughing. Some looked horrified, and a few disgusted. Elation filled me and I began to laugh. That was the most amazing orgasm I'd ever had in my life.
"Holy shit." I chuckled, attempting to sit up.
She pulled her hand out from between my thighs, soaked. One by one, she licked her fingers clean, staring in my eyes the whole time. Then she slid out of the booth, holding her hand out to me. I took it as I followed. My thighs and knees were weak, almost unable to hold me. I tried to straighten and smooth the skirt as Rachel supported me. There was a small round of applause as we walked (and stumbled) out of the restaurant.
She opened the car door for me and helped me in, even buckling my seatbelt before she shut the door. She drove me home and kissed me goodnight on my porch, disturbingly sweet and gentle. She held my hands as she pulled away.
"We all have our own little demons." She said softly. "Mine are at war, because one wants to fall in love with you, and the other tries to make me hurt you and disrespect you. If I can treat you like a toy, I can't love you, and you can't ever hurt me." Then she walked away, getting in her car and driving off.
It occurred to me then that I didn't even have her number, and didn't think I could remember how to get back to her house.
There was a feeling of loss as I got in bed alone that night. It couldn't be over!
Keywords: Not, Like, or, Ch., it, 02,