Stacy's Submission - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Stacy's Submission - Chapter 1

... work clothes. All of the waitresses here have to wear a similar ensemble; black flats, dark nylons or knee socks and a kilt or buttoned skirt. Becca's short-sleeved, black shirt is unbuttoned at the top now, revealing just a hint of her bosom. Almost out of habit, Stacy stares at her date, unable to believe how well the outfit fits her. Oh God you're beautiful... "Ready to go Stacy?" Becca asks, a big smile across her adorable face. Stacy nods, shaking herself from her gawking, "Yep! Becca." "I thought you looked, well, look really pretty by the way. I love that outfit," Becca admits. Stacy blushes again. Oh my… she's so nice… focus! Focus on not saying anything stupid! "Where you eat?" Stacy blurts. Fuck… Becca giggles, clearly aware of how nervous Stacy is around her. "I mean… where would you like to eat?" Stacy asks, carefully. "Anywhere is fine. How about right there?" Becca suggests, pointing just across the street. "Oh sure! Why not?" Stacy says, trying to sound casual. "Are you always this nervous around people?" Becca teases. Stacy feels her face get warm, embarrassed. "No," she admits. Becca giggles as she puts her arm through Stacy's. Her skin is so… soft… Stacy forgets to breathe for a moment as the girl's pretty arm embraces hers. "I'll take it as a compliment then. Come on!" Becca pulls Stacy to the nice bar across the street. ~~~~~~ Becca and Stacy sit across from each other at a small table. The bar isn't too loud, but Stacy leans forward in her chair. She ...

... can almost taste Becca's sweet breath as the girl talks. "Yeah, anyways, thanks for inviting me out. I've wanted to have a few more friends in this area," Becca explains. As Stacy hears the words, panic sets in. Oh god… friends? Oh no! She thinks… Oh god I'm an idiot… "I'm just kidding. This is a date right?" Becca giggles, looking to Stacy with her giant eyes. Stacy's body relaxes again. She can feel her pulse beating in her neck. "Yes… um… I thought it was a date…" Stacy mumbles. "Good. Glad we got that cleared up. I'm sorry, I'll stop teasing you so much. I'm just trying to help you relax." Stacy nods with an embarrassed smile and takes a deep breath. "So, how long have you worked there as a waitress?" Stacy asks, trying to take the focus off her. Becca smiles. She crosses her legs and her foot accidentally rubs against Stacy's under the table. She keeps it there. "About a year. After college I moved to the city and have just been saving some money while I figure out what I really want to do, you know?" Becca explains casually, keeping her eyes locked on Stacy. Stacy can barely focus, the feeling of Becca's leg resting against her's is sending lightning bolts of excitement into her belly. My goodness she's pretty. I want to hold her… I want… "What about you?" Becca asks. "I uh… Um, well I've been working part time. Just a boring job, while I look for something better. Really my first time living on my own. I kind of like it." Becca stares into Stacy's eyes as she listens. ...