Stacy's Submission - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Stacy's Submission - Chapter 1

... turning to fear and she thinks about turning around. Just walk forward. Don't think about anything else! Stacy's feet begin to move, slowly. The warm air flows between her legs and up her dress. She feels naked, but pretty. As soon as she walks through the front doors she feels like throwing up. Oh god, I can't do this… it's too much. God, I'm such a loser. The waitress walks by the entrance and notices Stacy. She smiles, surprised. "Back again so soon?" She inquires, cutely. Stacy doesn't know what to say. She feels stupid and awkward. "Just can't get enough of me huh?" The waitress teases. Stacy blushes. She tries to speak, but the panic in her mind and the beating in her chest paralyzes her. "I'm just teasing. I shouldn't be giving you a hard time like this. You're a regular! Table for one?" The waitress asks, opening her beautiful eyes widely. Not again. You're pathetic. Come on. You can do this! Look at what you put yourself through today. You conquered that hill, just ask her! Stacy begins to speak, but stares at the floor, unable to make eye contact. "I was wondering if you'd like to get a drink with me maybe, sometime?" Stacy mutters. Her hands are twisted together tightly in front of her pink dress. She feels like she just fell out of a plane. She can't feel her feet. Weightless. The waitress begins to blush a little. She clearly doesn't know what to say. Oh no… what have I done? Now all Stacy can feel is panic and anxiety filling her stomach and chest. It's ...

... overwhelming. "I don't think… I mean… that's really sweet of you but…" The waitress mumbles before stopping herself. She really looks at Stacey for a moment. Something in her mind begins to shift. Her eyes glimmer just slightly. "Why don't you come back tonight, when I'm done work. 6pm. Does that work for you?… Sorry I don't know your name." Stacy comes back to life. Am I hallucinating? tonight? Really? Oh… oh my… "Um, what? Sorry?" Stacy sputters. The waitress laughs. "I'm Becca. What's your name?" "Oh! Umm… Stacy! Hi Becca. Um, yes, I mean, tonight. 6 o' clock. I'll come by then!" Stacy announces, horribly awkward. "Yes. We can get something to eat and have a drink. But, um, not here! Anywhere but here, hah!" Stacy nods. She can't seem to get anything out of her throat anymore. It's tighter than she's ever felt it. She smiles and heads out the door, unable to say goodbye properly. She gets outside and exhales desperately. I did it! I can't believe it! I can't believe she said yes… Oh god… How am I going to get through a whole date with her? I can barely look her in the eyes! ~~~~~~ Stacy checks her phone. 6:03pm She waits nervously outside the restaurant. She's wearing the same outfit as earlier; her pink dress and heels. I wonder if I should have changed… Oh God… is she gonna think I'm weird for wearing the same thing? Stacy's stomach churns painfully. She can feel herself becoming uncomfortably hot and anxious. What am I doing!? Becca pops out the front doors, still wearing her ...