Stacy's Submission - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Stacy's Submission - Chapter 1

Stacy sits in a small restaurant at lunch. The remains of her sandwich lie on a plate at the corner of her table. She stares at her laptop screen trying to improve her resume, yet again. Her work experience is pretty much blank. Ugh, I can't get two years of experience, if no one will hire someone without two years of experience! Stacy saves the document and tries to write out some of her assets, but her eyes are drawn across the restaurant. The waitress who usually works the day shift is here. Stacy can never stop herself from staring. The girl is gorgeous. Golden brown hair falls gently over her shoulders. She has big eyes and a little button nose. Her cute pink lips look irresistibly delicious. The waitress notices Stacy's empty plate and approaches with a smile. Stacy pretends to go back to work on her computer. "All done with this?" the waitress asks, a cute lilt in her voice. Stacy tries to make eye contact but chickens out. She tries to speak but nothing happens. She quickly manages to nod her head, still unable to look the girl in the eyes. What is wrong with you Stacy? The waitress picks up Stacy's plate, not missing a beat. "You must really like the food here huh? You've been in here almost everyday for the past couple of weeks," she teases. Stacy takes a deep breath and clears her throat. She bravely lifts her head to her adorable server. "It's um, a really nice… atmosphere in here. You know… to be in. Work in." "I like it too," the waitress adds casually. ...

... "Well, let me know if I can get you anything else, alright dear?" Stacy's stomach is in knots. Oh my god… she called me dear! What does she mean by that? Does she say that to everyone? She must… that's just something waitresses say. Just… just ask her if she'd like to get a drink sometime. That's easy! The waitress carries Stacy's plate back to the kitchen. Her navy skirt bounces as she walks, exposing her impossibly smooth skin. The intense nervous ache in Stacy's stomach turns sour with disappointment. Goddamn, get a hold of yourself. You're supposed to be working on finding a real job, not dreaming about some girl you're too scared to even talk to! ~~~~~~ Stacy unlocks the door to her small basement apartment, frustrated. The place is a little cramped and a bit messy, but not too bad. It's pretty much just a bedroom with a tiny kitchenette around the corner. She drops her laptop on her desk and looks around the room. She notices herself in the mirror. Her long, dark, chestnut hair looks unbrushed. Her milky skin is pale in the poorly lit basement. She frowns. I've got to stop going there… it's only depressing me. Stacy turns around and takes off her jeans. Her strong, slender legs are even paler than her face. I need a tan… she has a bit of a tan… Stacy's mind runs back to the girl she can't stop thinking about. The nervous energy that's been boiling inside her all afternoon is evident by how turned on she's gotten. She can't help but squeeze her left breast. The hard nipple ...