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Tina

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After my girlfriend broke up with me, I was through with love for a while. It was just me and "Righty" for about two months, until finally I got the itch again. Since I don't hang around bars much, I had to try to find a date where I could. This, as it turned out, was at work.

Tina was a nice girl, a little on the heavy side, but only just enough to give her some nice curves in just the right places. I'd never really given her much thought, mainly since we don't work in the same department, so our paths didn't really cross all that much. One day, though, I decided that the next time I saw her, I would ask her out.

That day turned out to be two days later.

I walked into the break room, and there she was, reading a book. Boldly walking over, I sat down and when she didn't look up, I said, "Would you go on a date with me?"

She must not have thought I was talking to her, because she didn't look up right away. After a little bit, though, she glanced up from her book and saw that I was the only one nearby. Looking at me with a puzzled look, she asked, "What was that?"

Realizing I had just blurted out my intentions, I blushed and turned to get up, muttering, "Nothing..."

Tina reached out and touched my hand. The sensation was electric. I didn't realize I was so desperate!

"No, don't go." She was looking at me earnestly - hoping she had heard right, apparently. "I just didn't hear right... did I?"

Suddenly, I was a freshman in high school again, asking Lisa Delmont, a sophomore, to Homecoming. "Um... I uh... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so... blunt. I... well... I was wondering if you'd... um... like to go on a... well... date... you know, with me... sometime."

Tina laughed at my sudden unease. "I thought that's what you said. I don't get asked out for many dates these days. Since you asked so nicely, sure, I'd love to. Thank you."

Relieved that she didn't smack my face off, I told her I'd pick her up Saturday night. She agreed with a smile that lit up the whole rest of the week.

Saturday arrived. I was nervous as hell. I went to the barber for a haircut, and I think I nearly drove the poor guy nuts with little nit-picky things. For some reason, I think I was as worked up as that one Homecoming when Lisa Delmont - miraculously - said yes.

After the barber, I went home to shave. I used up nearly an entire can of shaving cream. I was losing my mind. While being as careful as possible not to nick myself, guess what, I nicked myself. And not once, but twice! I was swearing my head off, and trying to stop the blood while also trying to finish the rest of my face. It seemed to take for fucking ever.

But, eventually, as all things do, it came to an end. I didn't look like I'd tried to commit suicide, but it sure as hell felt like it. Maybe that was the answer. I could relieve the tension. I'd call Tina and tell her I couldn't make our date, because I was dead.

Fuck.

It wasn't Tina. She was great. I wouldn't have asked her out if I didn't think so. But I was just so fucking nervous. Why? It wasn't like I hadn't been on dates before. Hell, I'd had millions of 'em. I just wanted this one to go well. I liked Tina. What I'd learned about her, I liked. Maybe this could be another long-term thing, like the last one...

Bingo.

Like the last one.

Fuck. I was afraid that I'd like her, but she'd dump me. After only one date! I guess I didn't like the idea that I was that big a loser. But, I guess it wasn't like Tina's social calendar was chock-full, either, from the sound of it.

Calm down, man!

I tried to slow down a little. It was nuts to be ready for a date five hours before it started. But I was just about there. I just had to pick out clothes...

Well, to make a long story short, I found something I deemed acceptable to wear after only about forty-five minutes. Considering the rest of the day, that was like walking up to the closet and wearing the first thing I grabbed.

Lots of time left...

Figuring there was no sense in getting dressed yet, I sat down for a while, popped a tape in the VCR, and promptly fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was 8:00. Fuck! I was already late! Maybe my earlier frenzy wasn't as paranoid as I originally thought.

I leaped into my suit, grabbed my wallet and keys and raced out the door. Getting into the car, I prayed that my ten-year-old Ford would start and keep running. The date gods were with me, it roared like a lion first try. I pulled out of the alley and headed for Tina's, careful not to drive like too much of a maniac, no sense making myself later by getting pulled over.

Pulling up in front of Tina's house, I was impressed with the look of the place. I wondered how she could afford a house its size, but learned later she'd inherited it from her grandparents, and had no payments to make.

Anyhow, I went to the door and rang the bell. After a minute, I heard movement on the other side, and then the door opened.

Holy shit! Tina was wearing a short dress that showed off her legs. Oh-fucking-my! I couldn't believe she didn't have more dates, looking like this. Yeah, she was a little heavy, not exactly what the fashion (and porno) magazines would say was the perfect shape for a woman, but Jesus, was she a knockout!

She smiled at me from the doorway, maybe she liked how I looked too, maybe it was from the drool that dribbled from my gaping mouth. She turned a three-sixty, giving me a look at the whole package, "You like?"

Trying to sound like I wasn't floored, I said, "Um, how would the older set put it... Oh yes! Hubba Hubba!"

Tina laughed, obviously pleased, her smile once again lighting the night. She stepped down from the doorway, pulling the door behind her, checked her purse then stepped to my side.

Gallantly, I held out my arm, which she took graciously, and walked her to my car.

It felt wonderful having this gorgeous woman on my arm. A twitch in my crotch wondered if maybe more would happen, but at that point, I was happy with how things were right then and there.

Gallantly I opened the car door for her, then watched, fascinated, as she got into the seat. Looking back a few minutes later, I couldn't believe how flabbergasted I was at this woman! Every movement she made hypnotized me! I wondered how I'd ever get through the night if just seeing her bend over to get into the car struck me dumb.

Anyhow, I managed to get into the car myself, and we made our way to the restaurant I'd decided on earlier in the week. Tina seemed pleased when we pulled into the parking lot, which I think made me happier than I could remember ever being before.

Once again being the gentleman, I hustled around to the passenger side of the car before Tina could let herself out, and held out my hand. With a big smile, Tina reached out and took my hand, then joined me outside the car.

Again, I couldn't believe my luck, being out on a date with such a good-looking woman. I held out my arm, at which Tina slid her hand into the crook of my elbow and we were off.

We were showed to our table shortly after arriving, and I once again played the gentleman and held Tina's chair for her. She seemed very happy at the treatment I was giving her, and at that moment, I was more than happy to treat her this way.

Looking over the menu, I kept stealing short glances at my date, and more than once caught her doing the same. Every time we caught one another, we both grinned sheepishly and turned back to our menus. It appeared that Tina liked me, maybe as much as I was liking her.

After a few minutes of looking the menus over, Tina looked up at me and asked, "So what do you recommend?"

I looked up from my menu and admitted, "To be honest, I've never been here before, either. But chances are, anything we order will be okay. I've heard from a few people who have been here, and said everything's great."

While I was saying this, I noticed Tina look up, surprised at something behind me, then drop her eyes to the table cloth. I turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

Without raising her head, Tina said quietly, "Nothing... nothing." Then she got up, told me to order for her, then excused herself to the ladies' room.

Suddenly, I thought I'd screwed something up. The feeling of elation that had been bursting in my chest all night divebombed into the bottom of my stomach, crashed and burned. I felt miserable. So, when the waiter came to take our order, I just ordered two small salads, some bread and that was it. I was afraid Tina wouldn't come back.

Adding to my misery was a nagging feeling of: "What the hell did I do?" accompanied by: "And what can I do to fix it?" Confused only began to describe it.

So, you can imagine my intense relief when Tina returned a while later. I saw her glance back in the direction she'd looked earlier when her mood changed, nod her head, then continue back to the table. Apparently, she was communicating with, or being communicated to, by somebody sitting in the restaurant behind me.

Once more, I looked behind me to try and see who Tina was looking at, but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Finally, Tina sat back down, still staring at the tablecloth, then she sighed and looked up. I was about to say something when Tina looked me in the eye and held out her hand. Automatically, I reached up and took what she offered me.

My disbelief was beyond bounds: She'd just handed me her panties! I held them out in front of me, not thinking about where we were, and goggled. They were an extremely sexy pair of black lace thongs, and had I seen her in them, I'd have been able to see everything underneath! It would be a blatant lie to say that my cock remained soft at this.

Suddenly, I realized what I was doing: I was showing my date's underwear to everybody in the restaurant! As I turned a vivid shade of red, (probably somewhere close to the hue that Tina's face was at this point) I quickly stuffed the panties into my jacket pocket.

A million questions flooded into my mind all at once, and I wanted in the worst way to have them all answered just as quickly. But I saw Tina's embarassment, and held my tongue. I still wanted her to like me. I know I still liked her, and not just because I now had her lacy panties in my pocket. My curiosity was brimming over, my cock was fantastically hard, but the Nice Guy in me said not to ask.

Right now, all I wanted to do was stomp on the Nice Guy's head and blurt out what I wanted to say, but the Nice Guy was too big to stomp. I shut up and fidgeted, waiting for a voluntary explanation, waiting for our food (which I no longer wanted), waiting for the Robert E. Lee... just waiting. It was driving me nuts.

Finally, Tina sighed again and looked back up at me. A proud defiance had replaced the embarrassed little girl. I expected her to speak, but she kept her mouth shut. Eventually her smile came back, bit by bit, and she sneaked a hand out from under the table and reached across to me. Glad to see her smile again, I grinned ear to ear and took her hand. I still wanted an explanation, maybe one was coming later, but right now, I was very happy to see her smiling again.

Our meal came, we ate, and when dessert came around, we had room for that. Because of the light meal, the check wasn't much, so I had bucks left over. I asked Tina what she'd like to do now, and she said dancing.

Now, I'm not much of a dancer, but I couldn't resist this woman. I got out and wiggled my butt a few times, primarily so I could more closely watch her move. I loved seeing her dance. A couple of times, I thought of the panties in my coat pocket and wondered what she'd look like dancing for an audience of one. Hopefully everybody else in the club couldn't tell I was stiff as a board and probably staining the front of my suit pants. I think Tina probably knew, because she kept smiling that nuclear smile at me, and wiggled her gorgeous, naked-but-for-the-skirt ass at me.

Now, when the night started, I was primarily hoping for just a pleasant night, leading to another pleasant night, maybe some goodnight kisses along the way, but only in my dreams had I thought sex. I figured I was in for another few weeks just me and "righty" before I could even hope for anything more. But now... now all I could think of was fucking this gorgeous woman! I wanted to see her tits shake as I plunged my cock in and out of her pussy, I wanted to hear her scream as I gave her an enormous orgasm, I wanted to taste what that now-bare-to-the-air pussy tasted like, I wanted to see what my cum looked like on various parts of her body.

I think the Nice Guy was taking a back seat to the Horny Guy at this point, but I knew the Nice Guy was stronger than any of the others I might have inside me. If Tina wasn't really ready, if the panty thing was just a tease, I'd grit my teeth and take it. Some guys might assume the panty thing was a sure deal and just take her, ready or not, but I knew I couldn't.

We were walking back to our table after a long dance, laughing and carrying on, when suddenly, Tina saw something, then got real quiet, bowing her head to look at the floor.

Once again, I didn't have any idea what the hell was happening, I thought it was me again. But this time, when I looked in the direction she'd been looking, I saw a tall, solidly built man, with a short salt-and-pepper beard and past-the-shoulder hair looking our way with a big smile on his face. I didn't know for sure if this guy was the reason for Tina's sudden change, but I couldn't see how it would be, since the man had a tall, willowy Black girl on one arm, and a petite, well-built Asian woman on the other.

The guy noticed me looking, turned his head my way, and without changing his smile, nodded slightly to me. I don't know if he was an ex-boyfriend or what, but apparently he approved of me, I guess. Or maybe he approved of Tina finally seeing someone else, I don't know.

I looked to Tina and asked, "Who's that?" She wouldn't answer, just shook her head a little. Putting two and two together, I said, "Is he the reason you gave me your panties? Was he at the restaurant?" No response at all.

Tina whispered something I couldn't hear, so I had to ask her to repeat herself.

My heart sank when she said, "Please take me home."

I wanted to ask her why, ask her to clarify the reason, but her posture indicated that the evening was over.

It was like driving to and from a funeral. Total silence.

I dropped Tina off at her door and asked, "Can I see you again? Aside from at work, that is."

She finally looked me in the eye, something she hadn't done since the episode at the disco, and stated, "I don't know. I hope so."

That seemed a little mysterious to me, and I started to ask what she meant by it, but she quickly leaned over, gave me a peck on the cheek, then dashed from the car and into the house.

I just sat, stunned, for a few minutes, hoping Tina would come back out and talk to me, but she never emerged once the door closed. What the hell had happened? Who the hell was that guy? He sure seemed to have a hold on Tina. But then, who were those other two women he was with? Was Tina still pining over a lost boyfriend? And why the fuck wouldn't she talk about it? I thought we were both having a great time, why would this guy's turning up ruin it?

I wanted to knock on her door and try to have some of my questions answered, but once again, the Nice Guy said, 'You should leave her alone. When she's ready to talk, she'll talk. Just hope she'll see you again.' I wanted to wring the Nice Guy's neck.

Sunday came and went. I brooded most of the day.

Monday I walked into work and the first person I looked for was Tina. She wasn't there. She couldn't have quit. I asked and found out she'd called in sick. Great.

The whole day I walked around in a funk. I don't know if I really got anything accomplished, but I don't think anybody noticed, either. Going home, I wondered if Tina'd gotten sick after our date... Or if the appearance of Mr. A-Girl-On-Each-Arm was to blame.

When I arrived home, the light was blinking on my answering machine. I pressed the 'play' button, and Tina's voice came on the line.

"Robert, come over to my place. I need to explain some things to you, and I just can't do it over the phone. The front door is unlocked."

My heart started thumping right away. Without any further ado, I left my place and sped over to Tina's.

When I got to Tina's, there was already another car there. A spiffy Jag. Ooo. Somebody had money, and I knew it wasn't Tina: she works the same place I do.

I went up to the door, and true-to-her-word, it opened easily. Looking around, I called out, "Hello. Anybody home?"

To my left, Tina's voice came to me, "In here."

Following my ears, I found my way to where Tina had called. There, I stopped short.

I had found the living room. Therein were Tina, the guy from the disco, and his two arm-ornaments. This wouldn't have shocked me so much if it wasn't for the reason they were all nude. The black girl and the oriental were fondling each other's pussy, while the guy sat on the couch, with an enormous hard-on. And where was Tina? Why, she was sitting on the floor next to the guy, one hand fondling his huge staff while she turned to welcome me.

"Hi, Robert. I'm glad you could come. This is Master Damon." She indicated the nude man on the couch. I nodded my head in greeting. She motioned toward the two ladies, "And this is Licia," the black girl waved, "and Kyoko," the oriental woman.

Damon rose from the couch and held out his hand. I couldn't help but notice how BIG this guy really was. He stood a full head taller than me, and I'm not short, and he probably outweighed me by over forty pounds. But none of it was flab. He looked solid as a rock. I know there was something about him that was definitely solid as a rock, and it stood out proudly from his body about 9-10 inches, and was probably almost as big around as my wrist.

I took his hand and we shook. A good firm handshake, not a bone-crusher, but afterward, my hand sure knew it'd been shook. "It's good to meet you. Tina's told me a lot about you the past couple of days. She likes you a lot. That's good." Damon's voice was deep, resonant, pleasant to listen to. I liked this man instantly. There was power in this man. Power, yet a gentleness that balanced that power exactly. I could tell he was a good man to know.

I felt a little sheepish, maybe intimidated even, saying anything to Damon, but managed to get out: "Thank you. I was afraid after what happened at the disco Saturday night, that it was all over for us."

Damon chuckled softly. "Not at all. Tina deserves a good man. She's still mine, but I'm willing to share her with someone who can take good care of her."

I didn't understand this last statement, so I asked, "Still yours? What do you mean?" I must have been in shock since I'd walked into the room, because the fact that everybody else was naked, and I was still in my work clothes, hadn't sunk in.

Tina rose up off the floor and I got a good look at her nude body for the first time. Oh my god. Padded in all the right places, tits to die for, and I noticed, no pussy hair. She looked up at Damon and he looked down and nodded at her. Smiling, she told me, "I'm Master's slave. He loves me and takes care of me. Licia and Kyoko are my sisters. We service Master's needs whenever and however he wants. But I like you, too. Master is willing to 'share the wealth' as it were, and lets us all see others, as well. But ultimately, we are his. Licia is married to a banker, who knows and approves of this arrangement. Her husband knows of her needs, and realizes he's not up to the task. Kyoko has a boyfriend and a girlfriend. They both know what goes on and sometimes participate, as well. I've only been with Master for a few months. Never really realized I had this side to me, but once I met Master, I knew. He saw it in me." Tina bowed her head a little, not sure how to continue, but finally she found whatever she needed and said, "And I think I saw it in you, too."

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