After Beginners night - Sex Stories

After Beginners night

... quick shower. Five minutes later she was leaving the bathroom, dressed with her clothes she had found on her way in. “That was fast!” he said, an ironic smile dancing in his lips as he buckled his pants. She blushed, and avoiding his eyes, she stumbled towards the door. “I’d better get going…” He held her by her wrist. “Wait! I want to see you again!” he said pulling her closer. “I think this thing between us is worth being explored.” he said, his tone dead serious. She looked at him, confusion dancing in her eyes. “I don’t know… if that’s a good idea.” she stammered. “God!” she burst, with a nervous giggle. “I don’t even know you!” She brushed her hand over her eyes, trying to get a grip of herself. He held her by her shoulders, gently. “I know this must be overwhelming for you…” “That’s quite an understatement!” she interrupted him, with a teasing look in her eyes. He pressed her shoulders a bit, as a warning and went on. “I know it’s too much to process, so why don’t we meet here, next Friday night, just to see how things go? We can have a drink, chat, and get to know each other.” “I’m not a member here.” “But I am. I’ll leave you an invitation by the front desk. All you have to do is say your name when you get here.” he said, solving the impediment. “Think about it! If you decide this is worth a shot, I’ll be here. If not, it will be a shame, but… no harm done! What do you say?” his voice, the firm grab of his hands, the shine of his eyes, all seemed to conjure a spell ...

... and almost with free will, her head nodded. He reluctantly let her go, and she almost run out the door. Emily spent the whole week immersed in a swirl of doubts. As she imagined, her friends had been waiting for her at her doorway. They had submitted her to a full inquisition, demanding all the details. They looked so puzzled with her behavior that night, that it only increased her already escalating mount of doubts. The battle in her head was ferocious. But, finally YES won. She would never forgive herself not going. She’d spend her whole life wondering ‘what if’. So, she put on a simple black dress, not knowing what was expected from her, with high heels and black silk stockings completing the outfit and left for the club. Despite her determination, she spent a few minutes staring at the club’s doorbell, gathering courage to press it. Finally, she squared her shoulders, took a deep breath and pressed the button. The door was almost immediately opened, and the same girl as the week before let her in. “Good evening! You are Emily, right?” she asked, smiling, as she led her to the desk where the other girl handed her the forms. Blood rushed to color her cheeks, as she nodded. “Please, fill and sign the forms again. Master Damian is already inside waiting for you.” The other girl said, also smiling. They were obviously curious with her presence there, but they kept it for themselves. She filled the forms with shaking hands and soon she was ready to cross the doors leading to the ...