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Chapter 3 – The Dating Scene
EPOV
It was early Friday morning and I was half falling asleep in the cafeteria trying to listen to the principal talk about upcoming changes in policy. It was a "teachers in-service" day, so the students were gone but we were at work. I used to love these days. I could get so much accomplished, but not today. I had been out at Heidi's Parlor especially late last night and then had to make the long ass drive home. The last thing I wanted was to be awake right now.
"Geez, man, you look like shit!" Jasper whispered harshly.
"Thanks" I said in a dead voice.
"You went out there again, didn't you?" He said shaking his head.
Jasper was the only one I told about Heidi's Parlor. Of course, I didn't give him all the details. I simply told him that it was a high classed peep show. I told him that I sat in a private room and watched one of the dancers perform. That's it. And, in typical Jasper fashion, he didn't believe me. He was pretty sure a blowjob took place at some point in the evening. There was no point arguing with him, so I let him believe what he wanted to believe.
Jasper knew that I had gone back to Volterra a couple times, but I never told him that I was going back to Heidi's. I also never told him about the ridiculous amount of money I was spending there. If he knew, I would catch hell for sure. No, I was definitely keeping that one a secret.
When the meeting was over, we were heading to our classrooms and Jasper felt the need to give me shit again. "Edward, I think you are developing a strip club addiction." I rolled my eyes and kept walking. He sped up his pace to keep up with me. "I'm serious man. You've been back there probably twice a month and you always go by yourself. Do you have a thing going with one of those strippers?"
"Hell, no!" I scoffed.
"I mean, I wouldn't blame you. Most of them were pretty hot. If I weren't a married man…"
"I don't have an addiction, Jasper! Now, can we just drop it?"
"I beg to differ my friend. You are making a four hour drive just to look at titties and get a blow job. Four hour drive! That sounds like an addiction to me!"
"Jasper, how many times do I have to tell you… I am not getting a blowjob!"
"Those must be some magical fucking titties then! I'm talking hypnotic… no… tit-notic! That's it. You have been tit-notized!"
He was laughing so hard I thought he would fall over right there in the hallway. I just shook my head and walked into my classroom. I could hear him laughing as he continued down the hall toward his own classroom.
Later that afternoon, I ran into him again. "Hey Edward, I have been thinking."
"Great! What now!" I said sarcastically.
"You know what you need? You need to get laid. I'm not talking a stripper suck off here. I mean the real thing… with a real woman. What's it been like… Shit, Edward! You haven't had real live pussy in fourteen months! How do you do it, man? Hell, if it had been fourteen months since I dipped my stick into something hot and horny, I'd be making the four hour drive for tits and a blow job, too!"
"Jasper, I told you I am not…"
"Whatever, man. I am just saying that you need to start dating again. Forget about the strippers and find yourself a real girlfriend. You are a good looking guy. You have a good job. You live in a nice house. You drive a sweet car. It should be easy for you to find a girlfriend. I talked to Alice about it and…"
"What!?! You talked to Alice about how long it's been since I had a piece of ass?!"
Jasper rolled his eyes. "Dude, she was the one that pointed it out to me! Do you think I keep track of when you get some? Geez, Edward, get a grip! Anyway, Alice has a friend named Kate who recently broke up with her boyfriend. She wanted me to see if you would be interested in taking Kate to dinner. She is going to call you this evening to tell you about Kate. I have seen her. She is pretty cute."
"Don't give me that shit, Jazz. You think all girls are cute." I just shook my head as I climbed into my Volvo and headed for the house.
I stretched out on my couch for my typical Friday afternoon nap. I had been doing this ever since I had been making the long trip to Heidi's. Friday mornings I suffered through school, but once school was out, it was nap time for me! I was starting to love my nap time. You would think that I was 62 not 26. As I lay there trying to relax, Jasper's words kept running through my head. Was I addicted? No, if I was addicted, I would be making the drive more than once a week. But then again, it is a really long drive and I have been putting some serious miles on my car. When you add in the cost of gas and the money I was paying for my solo performances…. This was quite an expensive hobby I have developed.
After the first two months, I realized that I had completely stopped my morning ritual of working one out in the shower before going to work. I still had my morning wood and would have some smoking hot dreams that would wake me up wanting more, but I just wasn't inspired enough to actually go through with it. I wanted… no I needed to see Izzy's beautiful body writhing before me. I needed to watch her face get flushed and hear the sounds she makes. Shit, just thinking about it gives me wood! Unfortunately, it's wood with no release.
I tried going down to the 24 hour video store in Port Angeles to pick up some porn. I hoped that would do the trick. I spent hours looking though movie after movie trying to find one that interested me. I settled on one that had a woman in it that looked a lot like Miss Izzy. When I actually got home and tried to watch the video, it was all wrong. The woman didn't sound right and she was riding some big hairy guy. It turned my stomach to think of my Miss Izzy riding someone else's cock, especially some old ugly hairy guy. I ended up throwing the video in the trash and turning the TV channel to one of the cartoon stations. There is nothing that kills a raging hard on faster than Lilo and Stitch or SpongeBob Square Pants.
Maybe Jasper is right. Maybe I just need to start dating again. It would be much cheaper than my weekly visits to Heidi's. The last woman I dated was Jessica. We went out a few times and had an ok time. We never seemed to get further than a good night kiss. One night we were at a sports bar watching the game and I noticed that she and I were both checking out the waitresses. The next time we went out, I took her dancing in Seattle. The club was filled with good looking guys. I am secure enough in my manhood that I can admit when a guy is good looking. Anyway, I noticed that she was still only watching the women. She didn't even pay attention to the guys.
After a few drinks, I finally asked her about it. She denied it at first but when I told her that I wasn't going to go outing her to the school board she finally broke down and admitted it. She was definitely a lesbian. She was only going out with me because some of the teachers were giving her a hard time about not having a boyfriend.
Being the nice guy that I am, I called Alice and got the name of a popular gay/lesbian club in downtown Seattle. We left the club we were at and I took Jessica there instead. She was shocked. She couldn't believe that I would be so supportive. Fifteen minutes after we got there, she was on the dance floor with a group of ladies while I was sitting at a table trying to ignore the advances of the men. I felt like holding up a huge sign that said, "I like women!" I was a little uncomfortable, but Jessica had a good time. That, along with all the free drinks I was getting, made it worth the trip.
I tossed and turned on the couch, thinking about dating again, and finally fell asleep. I dreamt that Alice had set me up on a date with Miss Izzy. We went to dinner and had a good conversation. She wore the lace blindfold the entire time. I took her dancing and held her body close to mine. The scene changed, like they do in dreams, and suddenly we were in my bed. I could feel her soft skin. I could hear the sounds she made as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. I could feel the wet heat as I slipped my fingers inside of her and teased her clit, just like she likes it. I could hear her voice as she said, "Fuck me, Shy Boy! I want to feel that big cock deep inside my pussy!" I could feel it as my dick penetrated her dripping wet pussy. It felt good. In my dream we both moaned as I thrusted deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, allowing me to penetrate deeper. Damn, it felt so good! I started thrusting faster. She was moaning in my ear. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Shy Boy! Make me cum!" I could feel her pussy clamp down on my dick as she screamed out in pleasure…
Suddenly I was awake. I was sweaty and my heart was pounding. My dick was throbbing in my pants. I reached down to shift it over a little trying to make it a little more comfortable, when suddenly all the muscles in my body clamped down and I shot cum all inside my pants. Holy hell! That was the first time I have had in orgasm outside of Heidi's since I started going there four months ago.
I had just finished getting cleaned up and changing clothes when the phone rang. It was Alice. We started with our usual flirty banter then she got right to the point. Kate was one of her store managers who recently broke up with her boyfriend, Garrett. She wanted to get back in the dating scene, but Alice was pretty sure she was just trying to make Garrett jealous. She didn't think this would be a long term relationship, but she thought that Kate could use the "change in scenery" so to speak. The worst thing that could happen is that she goes out with me and spends the entire night talking about Garrett. The best thing that could happen is that we hit it off really well and I end up "rocking her world so good Garrett would be forever out of her memory."
Ok. It sounds simple enough. Neither of us were expecting for this to be a long term, earth shaking, love at first sight thing. Hell, we may end up becoming friends. I agreed to take her out. Alice gave me her number and told me to call Kate tomorrow, so she would have time to warn her that I would be calling.
Kate seemed like a really nice lady. We talked on the phone for about an hour. We agreed to go out to dinner the following weekend. She told me that she lives in Port Angeles. Ok, it's better than Seattle. I could do that. Originally she suggested we go out Friday night, but I told her that I would be busy grading papers. Honestly, I would be too tired from my Thursday night trip to Heidi's to stay up late Friday. We changed it to Saturday night instead. I was kind of looking forward to it, not as much as I was looking forward to my Thursday night visit with Miss Izzy, but close enough.
On Thursday Miss Izzy was in rare form. She looked angry. I could see the fire in her eyes hidden behind that black lace blindfold. She was dressed in a leather corset, crotch-less panties, and boots that went all the way up past her knees. She was even wearing a leather collar and black leather cuffs. She was bad ass and hot as hell! She brought an iPod, a docking station, and a big red beach ball in with her. She plugged the docking station in and set the iPod up to play music. It wasn't the same kind of music that they piped in the speakers that sounded like the sound track to a cheesy porn. This was real music.
"I hope you're in the mood for something a little rough tonight, Shy Boy, because I am in no mood to play nice!" She said as she started the first song. I had heard it on the radio a while back. It was Freak on a Leash by Korn. As the music stared, she closed her eyes and started to dance. I had never seen her dance before. It was magical. I found myself moving with her. She danced over and put hands up on the glass. I put mine on top of hers. As she moved, I could feel the heat from her hands warming the glass. I suddenly felt closer to her than I had ever felt before. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and feel her move against me. As the music changed, and the singer started making some indescribable noises that sound somewhat demonic, she shot away from the glass and started thrashing around. Her hair was flinging everywhere.
When the song ended, Cold Hard Bitch by Jet started up. Her dancing changed. She started to play with the ball. She was flirty and fun. She even turned and threw the ball at me bouncing it off the glass and winking when she caught it. The next song was Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry. While she danced to this song, she stripped out of the corset and the panties but continued to dance with the ball. When Control by Puddle of Mud started she was rolling on the floor with the ball. She leaned back against it and rolled back, so her back was arched in an extremely erotic pose then she turned her face to me and licked her lips.
I moaned and started to stroke myself. She was so damn sexy. She continued rolling around with the ball. It was so hot; I think I drooled on myself. She was back on the glass dancing and touching herself to Somebody by Blue October. My eyes rolled back into my head when I put my hand up to the glass where her breast was pressed against it and it was warm. I have never wanted to fuck someone so bad in my life.
As the song ended she stretched out on the floor and put her boots up on the glass with her legs spread wide. Closer by Nine Inch Nails started up and she started gyrating. Her shoulders stayed on the ground as she lifted her ass and started moving it with the music. I knelt down in front of the widow and watch as her pussy danced in front of my face. I could see how wet she was. I could see how swollen her beautiful clit was. I wanted to lick it. I wanted to hear her scream and feel her hands knotted in my hair. As the song reached the long musical interlude near the end, I picked up the intercom button and said, "I can see you want it. Touch yourself. I want to see you come. Come on baby, you have me so worked up. I want to hear you scream!"
"I knew you were in there, Shy Boy. I could feel you. Oh god, I want to feel you!" Her fingers slid down into her freshly waxed folds. It didn't take long to push her over the edge. The song ended and the music stopped but I didn't notice. All I could hear were the sounds of her moaning and calling for me. There was no toy this time, only her delicate little fingers. We came together listening to the sounds of each other's pleasure.
When it was over, she didn't get right up and leave. She turned and leaned against the glass. I saw her take a shaky breath and thought I could hear her crying. She had her back to me, so I couldn't be sure. I put my hand against the glass where her shoulder was pressed against it.
"Hey, are you crying?" I asked softly.
She turned and looked at her shoulder. I could see the tear roll down her cheek. "Are you touching the glass? It feels warm at my shoulder."
"Yes. I wanted to make sure you were alright."
She wiped the tear away turned to me and smiled. "I am going to be fine. I just had a rough day, that's all."
I suddenly felt concern that maybe she didn't like performing for me. Maybe she felt humiliated. I had never considered that before but it all came rushing through my head at just that moment. I didn't want her to feel bad. I cared for her.
"If you want to talk about it, I don't have anywhere to be." I paused, and then added. "I promise I am not going to come stalk you or anything."
She laughed a little and said, "No, I know you won't. It's just that I don't think you want to hear about the problems I am having."
"Sure I do. I understand that you have a life outside this place. You're probably married and have a real job somewhere. Don't worry. I'm not going to get jealous or judge you." I really just wanted to get to know her better.
She took a ragged breath and nodded her head slightly. "I just didn't want to make it weird between us." She paused for a moment trying to get her thoughts in order and then said, "I am having boyfriend problems." I felt something in my chest clench. What was that all about? Get it together Cullen! She is a hot chick. Of course she has a boyfriend! "We have been together for five years and he totally ignores me."
I could see the tears welling up in her eyes again. "Don't cry… Is he just busy?"
"No, he has a stupid routine that he follows every day and it's driving me crazy. We only see each other two nights a week and even then, we always do the same things. There is no excitement. No romance. We rarely ever have sex!" She said throwing her hands up in the air.
What? No sex! With a chick like that? What, is this guy an idiot? "I find that hard to believe. You are a very attractive woman and obviously very sexual. Why doesn't he want to have sex with you? Does he have a problem with you working here?"
She laughed, "He doesn't know about this. I don't think he sees me as an attractive woman. He hasn't even noticed my tattoo and I got it back in September! Can you believe that in five months, he hasn't even seen it?" She shook her head. "Anyway, he stopped by my apartment after work today, to pick up something he left last time he was over, and noticed these boots. He made a nasty remark about them being stripper boots and then proceeded to tell me that I can't dance and I would look like an idiot falling all over myself in them."
"I think the boots are sexy and you dance very well in them." I said. She smiled.
"Thank you. I like them. They are not something I could wear to work, but I can wear them here or maybe out at a club, if I could get the douche bag to take me out sometime."
"If you are so unhappy, why don't you break up with him?"
"I don't know. I guess because I don't like being alone." She said looking down at her hands.
"It sounds to me like you're already alone. Maybe you need to just let him go and find someone that will treat you right."
She nodded her head and said, "You know what, I think you're right. I deserve better."
I smiled, "That's right. You deserve better. Don't just settle for some random guy. Find the guy that's right for you."
She got up and said, "Thanks, Shy Boy. You are really sweet. See you next Thursday?"
"See you next Thursday." I said as she pushed the button to close the curtain.
I drove to Port Angeles on Saturday for my date with Kate. She looked exactly like Alice said she would. That was one thing I liked about Alice, she didn't exaggerate. We went out for steaks. She was really nice. We talked about Alice and the store. I told her about Jasper and the funny things he used to do in college. Everything seemed to be going well, until Garrett showed up at the restaurant with a strawberry blond that I recognized as Tanya, from Heidi's Parlor. At first I was worried that she might recognize me, and then I realized that she never actually saw me, so I calmed down.
I could tell that Kate was upset. I thought about what Alice said about Kate probably only going out with me to make Garrett jealous. When he looked our way I smiled and grabbed Kate's hand across the table. She looked at me nervously and smiled.
Garrett drug Tanya over to our table, "Katie, what are you doing here?"
"Having dinner, Garrett, what are you doing here?" She said coldly.
"Who is he?" Garrett said shooting daggers at me with his eyes.
"This is my dinner date. Edward, this is Garrett. Garrett, this is Edward." I stood up and shook his hand. He tried to squeeze hard, but I was prepared so I squeezed back.
As I sat back down, Kate took my hand again and smiled. "So, Garrett, aren't you going to introduce us to your little friend?"
Garrett looked at her nervously. "Un, yeah, um this is…"
"Tanya. My name is Tanya." She said giving Garrett an irritated look then smiling sweetly at us.
I stood up and shook her hand, "Nice to meet you Tanya. I am Edward and this is Kate."
She nodded her head to Kate but made no attempt to shake her hand. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence then the hostess came over and told them that their table was ready, so they left. Kate let out a sigh after they walked away. I could see that she was choking back the tears.
"I'm sorry, Edward. I honestly didn't know he would be here. He never liked this place. He always claimed that it was too expensive." She took a ragged breath and said, "Apparently it was just too expensive for me." Then the tears started to fall.
"Hey, don't do that. Don't beat yourself up. He is being an ass. He couldn't even remember her name. Did you notice that?" I said patting her shoulder.
She laughed, "That was funny. Did you see him squirm?"
I smiled, "Yes. It was great. Did you see the look she gave him? He will be lucky if he gets another date after this one."
Kate's eyes lit up. "Do you think so?"
We spent the rest of the evening talking about why they broke up and how much she still loved him. Too sum it up, they were both just being stubborn about petty things. It was obvious that there was no chance that anything would happen between us, but we were on our way to being good friends. That seems to happen a lot to me. I always end up being friends with the women I date.
She asked me why I was still single and for some strange reason, I actually felt like telling her about it. Of course I didn't go into details, but I did cover the basics.
"I dated women when I was in college, but nothing seriously. When I moved out here, to Washington, I slowed down and concentrated on my career. A little over a year ago, I went out with a woman that I thought I really liked. I told her that I loved her and she told me that she didn't feel the same way. We stopped talking after that."
"Oh, Edward, I am so sorry. That must have really hurt."
"It did at first, but then I realized that I didn't really love her as much as I thought I did. I just loved the idea that I would have someone by my side."
"So, have you dated anyone since then?"
"I went out with one woman a few times but she turned out to be a lesbian." Kate laughed. I took a deep breath then continued. "I met another woman a few months ago and I think I really like her, but she has a boyfriend. I think about her all the time, but she hardly knows me. I guess it's just a crush." I couldn't tell her that I have only seen her through at two way mirror and she doesn't even know what I look like.
She smiled and said, "You sound like my best friend. She has a crush on a guy that she works with. She thinks about him all the time and he hardly even looks at her. I told her she needs to try talking to him but she is just too shy. She won't do it."
"Tell her not to give up. If she can't go up and talk to the guy, maybe she can put herself in situations where he has to interact with her. Maybe then he will notice her and he'll be the one to start up the conversation."
"That's a great idea, Edward. I think I will tell her."
On the drive home, Kate told me all about how her friend recently broke up with her boyfriend because he was a self-centered jerk who never paid attention to her. I told her that I had a friend that was in a similar situation. I guess there are a lot of jerks out there. I walked her to her door and gave her a hug. She and I were going to be good friends. I could tell.
Jasper was outside trimming the bushes at his house when I pulled up to my house, next door. "Hey Edward, how did it go with Kate? Did you get some?"
I walked over to talk to him, "It went well. She is a nice lady. I think we are going to be good friends. We ran into her ex at the restaurant."
"Shit! No wonder you didn't get any." He said with a smirk.
"You have a one track mind, my friend." I told him as I turned and headed for my house.
He laughed and yelled, "If you had a wife like mine, you would have a one track mind too! You should see the stuff she has laying around."
I was laughing as I went in my front door. I hadn't been home ten minutes when Emmett called and said, "Yo, Eddie, how did your date go? Did you tap that ass?"
"Emmett, how the hell did you know about my date?"
"Alice was over here delivering some stuff to Rose and they started talking."
Great! That's just what I need! Now the whole world knows about my date. "No, Emmett. I didn't have sex with Kate. We are just friends. She's still in love with her ex-boyfriend."
"Damn it, man! When are you going to get yourself some pussy? You need to lower your standards temporarily so you can get laid. Not too low, just low enough to make it easy." I heard him typing on the computer.
"What are you doing Emmett? Why are you on the computer?" I was worried. Emmett rarely used the computer for anything.
"I am trolling, my man, trolling." I continued to hear clicking.
"What are you talking about?"
"I am on the school's website. Remember at the beginning of the year they did that stupid thing about meeting your teachers. I'm going through the teachers to see if there are any, other than lesbo Jessica that are worth a damn."
"Emmett, the school isn't that big. If there was a decent woman at that school, don't you think one of us would have noticed by now?" I said pinching the bridge of my nose. Why was I subjecting myself to this?
"Last week, Jasper told me that he thought the librarian was kind of hot. He said he walked in there while she was putting books away and she was bending over. He said she has a nice ass."
The librarian? What was her name? Betty… Becky… Bella! Yes, that's it, Bella! I tried to picture her in my head. She had brown hair that was always up in a bun. She wore oversized school golf shirts or oversized school t-shirts with baggy jeans on Fridays. During the week, I usually saw her in straight skirts that went below her knee. She always wore a baggy sweater, no matter what the weather was like outside. She wore the same grey or black flats regardless of the outfit she was wearing. She never wore any make-up. Overall, I would say she was just plain. Not beautiful, not ugly, just plain.
"I don't know Emmett. I don't think I've ever seen her ass."
"Well Jasper seems to think it is worth checking out." Emmett said as he continued to punch the buttons on the computer. "Why can't I find her on this stupid website?"
"She is a librarian, Emmett, not a teacher. That website was for kids to meet their teachers, not all the staff at the school. You grew up here, Emmett. I though you said that you knew everyone."
"I did. I mean, I do. She was a couple years younger than me. Her dad is the Chief of Police. From what I can remember, she was always a good kid. She graduated top of her class. She never played any sports or partied. I remember that she always took care of her mom, even when her mom got sick. Her mom died of ovarian cancer when she was a senior in high school. My mom said that Bella was the one that planned the funeral because her dad was too upset to deal with it." He paused for a minute then said, "Edward, I changed my mind about Bella. I don't think you should try to tap that ass. She is a really good girl. I don't want you ruining her life. She has been dating Mike Newton for years anyway, so she is probably still a fucking virgin!"
"That makes absolutely no sense Emmett. Why would you think she was still a virgin when she has had a steady boyfriend for years?"
Emmett scoffed, "Because it's Mike Newton, that's why. The dude is a total tool. His parents own the sporting goods store a couple blocks down from the school. He spends all his time there. He still works for them. He spends every Wednesday with his mom, going to lunch and taking her grocery shopping."
"There is nothing wrong with taking care of the elderly, Emmett."
"There is nothing wrong with his mom. She's is healthier that he is. He just follows her around and carries shit for her. It's weird. I have no idea what Bella sees in him."
We got off the phone a few minutes later, when Rosalie started yelling at Emmett to carry in the groceries. I tried to picture Bella again. I was telling the truth in the fact that I don't think I have ever seen her ass. Come to think of it, I have never seen her hair when it wasn't up in a bun. From what Emmett said about her, she was definitely a good girl. Could I ever be interested in a good girl? No, definitely not. I liked Miss Izzy. She was sweet, hot, sensual, and bad ass all wrapped up in one beautiful package.
A/N: Happy Tuesday! I hope everyone enjoys this week's dose of Naughty Secrets. I had fun typing it. I know it sounds like a lot of smut right now, but I promise there is a storyline buried deep inside there somewhere. Besides, everyone needs a little smut every now and then.
Special thanks to NoWayWithWords for taking time out of her busy schedule to beta for me. She is the greatest.
This story is not for people that offend easily. If you are offended by graphic sex or bad language, this is not the story for you. This is also not appropriate for young teenagers. I strongly advise parents to look closely at what your kids are reading. You never know what kind of shit they are going to pick up on the internet!
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