XO Erotica

Curtis
Part-1-of-5
We meet
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I first met Curtis when I was 16 and was out with a friend at a club in Harker Heights called Cody’s. It was a Country and western club, but also played a mixture of music. My friends were always older than me and thought I was cool so they usually took me out with them whenever I could go. This particular night it was just Donna and I. I had a fake ID and even though I was only 16, I was able to pass for 18 and get in.
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When I was out with Donna, she always made sure that I could drink. We would have a couple of drinks while we were getting ready at her house, so usually I already had a little buzz by the time we would arrive at the club. As soon as we’d get to the club, Donna would buy a drink and headed for the bathroom. I would be waiting for her in a stall to down whatever she brought me. We also would drink on our way out.
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Donna was 8-years older than me and divorced with 2 kids. We met because I used to baby-sit her nephews and then when she moved to town, her kids. We really hit it off and became fast friends. Since she was new in town and didn’t know anyone her own ago so we started doing things together. We always had fun together with or without her kids, so even though there was an age difference we kept socializing together.
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This particular night there was a guy at the bar that I had seen before but never talked to. He was about 6-feet tall, 180, blue eyes, blonde hair and had the best looking butt that I’d ever seen in a pair of wranglers, not to mention his cowboy hat and mustache. One look and I decided that this was the night that I was going to approach him and ask him to dance.
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And, with alcohol feeding my bravery I did just that. When I walked up to him he was casually leaning against the bar by himself sipping his beer. Walking up to him I said, “Hey…you wanna dance?” With a smiled, he placed his beer on the bar, grabbed my hand, and without saying a word led me towards the dance floor. When we stepped out onto the dance floor, it was like we had been dancing together for years. The whole time he said nothing and I’m thinking, OK, he can dance but he needs help with his people skills. Finally the song ended and he leaded me off the dance floor and back to his little spot at the bar. Then he tells me thanks and proceeds to pick up his beer and continue to drink.
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Feeling ignored, I walked off thinking, Boy what an ass. Returning to the opposite end of the bar where Donna was sitting, I tell her what a jerk he was. Donna just laughed, the laugh of someone who knew. You see she’d been in an abusive relationship so she trusted no one. She thought all guys were jerks, but just couldn’t live without them.
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As we sat there talking she would let me know when he was looking at me from across the bar, or when he was dancing with someone else. But I was so angry that I never let myself look his direction. If he wanted to dance with me again then he would have to make the first move.
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And finally he did. It was around midnight when Donna informed me that the Jerk was on his way over. I made sure that we were talking about something when Curtis finally stopped beside me. He stood there for a few minutes, then smiled at Donna and introduced himself to her. When she held out her hand he bent over and kissed it. She had gotten more from him just sitting there than I did while dancing.
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He finally laughed and asked me if I was going to sulk all night or if I was going to dance again with him. I turned to give him a piece of my mind but when looked up into his eyes and couldn’t resist, I decided to dance.
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For the rest of the night we danced and talked, completely ignoring Donna. But, thank goodness, she’d found someone to dance with, so she didn’t mind.
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Curtis knew that I was young, but almost choked on his beer when I told him the truth that I was only 16. You see he was 34, and he just couldn’t get over the fact that I was only 16. He referred to me as “jail-bait” and said, “That settled things. We may be able to be friends but no more… we could be friends and dance, but we could never see or do anything together outside the club.”
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He also told me that he lived with someone and was usually faithful to her. He was there alone because they were just different. She didn’t enjoy the bar scene but didn’t mind if he went. She understood that he loved to dance and since she thought that was all he was doing, she had no problem with it. I was disappointed, but understood his position. Understood perhaps but didn’t accept. So began my quest to make him forget that we could be nothing more than friends.
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A month later, Donna and I drove to Curtis’s place of employment and I left a rubber duck on his truck with a note that said, “I’m thinking of you.” Well, what I didn’t bargain on was Nan, his girlfriend being with him. Later he told me about her athletic fete of jumping across the hood to take the note from his windshield, before he could reach it. Curtis said that it really was a funny sight to see, a grown woman in heels and a formal dress jumping across his hood. He said that he tried not to laugh, so as not to excite her any more than I had already done.
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After that I became “Ducky”, thanks to Nan.
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Curtis and I continued to play this game of cat and mouse for the next several months. When I was at the club we would always dance, and I was always trying to cop a feel, sometimes with success and sometimes not. During our many conversations I found out that he had a weakness for Red, as in panties, bras and lingerie. So to give me something new to fight with, I went out and bought a red lace camisole with matching panties.
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So the first weekend after I made my purchase I wore them to the club and was fully prepared to use it against him…literally.
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Donna and I laughed while we were getting ready to go out. She knew what I was trying to do and thought I was crazy to be so determined to get him. She agreed that he was good looking, but she thought I could have more success looking elsewhere. But despite what Donna said I wasn’t giving up without a fight.
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At first when we got to the club I didn’t spot him and was feeling disappointed because I wore my pretty new red lingerie for nothing. Then I felt someone walk up behind me and lean down to whisper something in my ear. And that is when he saw what I was wearing. Instead of saying whatever it was that he intended say, he uttered some curse, then turned abruptly and strode away with out saying a word.
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His actions were so confusing that at first I didn’t know whether to follow or just wait for him to calm down. From his reaction I thought he was pissed. Finally, I thought what the Hell and walked up to the bar, straight to where he was sitting. The way that he was sitting on the stool with his legs slightly parted, was all the invitation that I needed. I walked right between his open legs and pressed myself against him.
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The first words out of his mouth were to ask, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” With a laugh, I told him that, “I was thinking of you when I bought it.” I had it on under a blue western shirt that I had unbuttoned halfway down. When I caught him sneaking another peek, I told him that, “I also have matching panties, but since I didn’t wear panties under my jeans, they were still at home.” When Curtis groaned, I laughed. It was then that I knew that sooner or later Curtis would be mine.
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That night we danced only with each other and rubbed and felt each other all we could out on the dance floor. I even got a goodnight kiss.
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Time progress and Curtis and I have now known each other for 7-months. I have even met Nan and spent the night at their house. Which since I considered myself the other woman was really strange.
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Curtis was the technical director at a civic center and was responsible for lining up workers when productions came to town. One night he asked Donna and me if we wanted to earn some extra money, doing something totally different and fun. We both laughed and said, “Sure, why not?” Curtis told us that we would be working really hard and with a lot of other people. It would be a long day, but fun in the end.
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He said that because we would be working on Friday night before the Saturday night production and it would be late when we finished that we could stay at his house so we could get a little more sleep before we had to be there Saturday morning. I was excited but apprehensive until he said that Nan told him to ask us. During this whole time I would call him occasionally to see if he was going dancing and usually Nan would answer the phone. She knew how old I was, so thought because of my age she didn’t have anything to worry about between us. She felt safe that Curtis and I were just friends.
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Curtis was right; we’d never worked as hard as we did those two days. But he was also right; it was a lot of fun. I’d never been to a live production like that, much less help set one up and then break it back down.
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The night at his house was uneventful. We all ate together and then took turns taking showers. While Nan was in their bathroom in their bedroom, I headed toward the guest bathroom in the hall. When I caught a glimpse of Curtis watching me from his bedroom, I just smiled sweetly as I stepped in and shut the door.
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Another couple of months passed and I was getting bolder and bolder. A couple of times I just came right out and told him that he might as well take me home because sooner or later it was going to happen. All I got in response was a laugh. We continued to dance and talk each time we were both at the club and I continued to call him.
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One day while we were on the phone he started laughing and I asked him what was going on. He said that Nan had just come out of the bathroom in her rob and flashed him. I too laughed because she was trying desperately to distract him from his conversation with me. Before we hung up I told him that I had a new red lace bra and that I would have it on later that night at the club. He groaned when I told him that if he were a good boy I would let him see it.
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That night at the club when he was sneaking peeks at my new bra, I felt things started to shift between us. I could see and feel his wall crumbling. And when it finally did come tumbling down I was going to be there ready to take full advantage of it. And it did just that a few months later.
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For my 17-th birthday Donna was…
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To be continued