The Book of David Ch. 05

A few minutes later, Kevin and I were on our fourth round of drinks watching the latest set of dancers when Nataliya came to our table, now clad in a slinky dress. Girls had been stopping by asking if we wanted lapdances all night. But so far, I had yet to take the plunge.

With a desperate look on my face, I looked straight at Danielle's friend, and to some extent, my friend. "Dance for me, please?" I begged.

"Of course, sugar," Nataliya answered. All else was forgotten. The world beyond my chair ceased to exist. And now I realized why these chairs were so big. Nataliya was able to straddle me with room for her knees on either side of me. And the high chair back gave her something to grip as she hiked up her dress and pressed her chest to mine.

My head was craned up to look straight into her eyes in wide wonder as she began to move her body against me.

"You're first lapdance?" she asked me.

I nodded.

"Ooh, a virgin!" Nataliya's breath smelled like mint and she leaned down to exhale against my ear and neck, sending a shivery thrill down my spine. My hands were currently gripping the chair so hard I felt like I would snap the armrests. I wanted to touch her, to wrap my arms around this warm, feminine body in my lap. But I was worried; this was a gentlemen's club after all. Would some burly black guy named Bubba come and kick my ass if I breathed too loudly on her?

And this was Nataliya. Nataliya! A woman who had babied me through my depressive freshman year. A woman I thought of as my big sister. A woman I saw almost every day and I'd never even attempted to lay my hands on her. And yet I wanted to cup those asscheeks just inches from my palms.

Then Nataliya came THIS close to kissing me, putting her face just a millimeter away from mine. I didn't react at all, still slightly freaked out and not even tempted to try moving my lips forward. So Nataliya rubbed her nose against mine and then slid her cheeks along mine. Damn she smelled good. She moved her body in closer, pressing her still-clothed breasts into my face as she started up her gyrations.

Silly me, I was still trying to be a gentleman and look up into her eyes instead of her tits. She smiled back at me, her tight lips seeming to express the thought that she doubted if her body was enticing me enough. If only she knew I was caught up with WHO she was as much as what she looked like. But then it was right back to her dance as she continued to undulate like a coiling cobra in my lap.

Meanwhile, she kept up a string of husky stripper phrases: "Do you like that?" "Feel my tits against your body." "Mmm, you're so hard."

After far too long, she slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and then nothing in the world would prevent me from staring at her naked tits only inches from my face. They were very firm D-cups, hanging freely and sagging just enough to prove without a doubt that they were all real and all natural Nataliya. All I could think was that these were Nataliya's. I wasn't in love with her or anything. But I was amazed that they were hers.

She now had my full attention on her body.

She continued to gyrate and move. Eventually she managed to stand and strip off the rest of the dress, leaving her in nothing but the standard issue G-string. And now I had an almost fully naked, gorgeous young blonde grinding her crotch against my erection, pushing her weight down to really glide herself up and down the hard shaft in my jeans.

"Touch me," she urged in a low, husky voice.

I was panting slightly, but still scared shitless. Nataliya took my hands in hers and she moved them to her ass, rubbing her own buttcheeks with my palms. But the instant she removed her hands from mine, I let go of her ass as if that was my cue to stop fondling her. I was still conscious of our location and didn't want to get into any trouble.

She paused from her dancing to put my hands back on her ass, holding them firmly to let me know my hands were right where she wanted them. And so I groped happily while Nataliya leaned in and absolutely crushed my face in between her round breasts.

She pivoted slightly and I felt the pebbly texture of a nipple pass along my lips, and I fought back the urge to kiss it.

And then Nataliya was spinning around in my lap, displaying amazing flexibility as she kicked one leg over my head until her bare back was pressed up against my chest. She directed my hands and then I was cupping her amazing bosom, thumbs lightly brushing against her nipples while I felt the heavy weights in my palms. It was absolutely amazing. I was panting and now all I could think was "I'm actually touching them."

It was perhaps the best four minutes of my life, and I wasn't even having sex. But it was over all too soon.

The song ended and it was time for her to move on. I'd seen it five times from the lapdances given to my companions already. But Nataliya didn't get off.

She stopped gyrating and settled into my lap, her crotch pressed against the mine as she sat up straight, her face a foot away from me. She was panting with her own arousal, and I could feel the moisture seeping down through the material of my jeans.

"I want to give you your birthday present now. Will you follow me to the VIP room?" Nataliya asked softly.

I saw Danielle jerk in the corner of my eye, surprise evident on her face.

"Uh, just me?" I felt just a little nervous at leaving behind my safety net of friends.

"Yes. There are too many eyes here. Too many rules. Let's go somewhere private. I'll give you a lapdance you'll never forget." Her voice was smoky and full of promise, her accent alluring.

I looked into Nataliya's hazel eyes, shining right at me, and all doubt left my mind. "Let's go."

***

The instant we entered into the private little cubbyhole, Nataliya launched herself at my face. Our lips met in a tornado of lustful passion and I cast aside all my remaining inhibitions. My hands wrapped around her body, clad once again in the slinky dress.

That would have to go, right away. Nataliya was like minded as she slipped the shoulder straps and the thin material, which couldn't have weighed more than a few ounces, dropped into a puddle around her feet.

She gave me one last kiss, crushing her lips against mine before she nipped at my lower lip with her teeth. And with a playful growl she grinned and shoved me roughly backwards.

The back of my knees hit something and I sat down suddenly, thankfully falling against an oversized and overstuffed leather couch. There wasn't much more to this room than the couch and the carpeted walls close in on me.

Nataliya bent at the waist to remove her panties, sending her pendulous tits swaying before my face, her hard nipples still protruding out a half-inch. I leaned my head forward to suckle at them, but her hand came flying out of nowhere to slap my cheek.

"Oww!"

"Not yet..." she scolded, waggling a finger in my face. Her smile was simultaneously condescending in that motherly way she had, and devilishly wicked at the same time. She got the g-string off and stood before me, wearing nothing but her skyscraper heels.

Nataliya's hand went between her legs, where she was shaven completely bare. I could see the skin glistening in the mood lighting. She stirred two fingers inside herself and then brought them to my lips. "Taste how wet I am for you..."

I could smell her arousal long before the fingers got to my lips, but I suckled the digits in to really capture the aroma. And then she knelt before me to open the fly of my jeans.

Nataliya got me unbuttoned and unzipped and tugged at the coarse denim and my shorts until they were both around my ankles. Her hand pumped the shaft a few times experimentally, feeling out the length and testing its rigidity. "I just knew you would have a beautiful cock," she moaned.

I couldn't think of a witty comeback. A moment later, I didn't have to as she craned her head sideways and ran her lips along the shaft from base to tip. She teased the head before rotating over the top and dragging her lips down the other side.

I could see the red streaks of her lipstick on my dick, and then it was all removed from view as she engulfed me in a single lunge. Her face only got down about halfway, and she bobbed back and forth a few times before forcing herself to relax and slowly sink further down.

When her cherry red lips hit the base of my crotch, all I could do was groan and try not to buck my hips upwards, lest I gag her. I couldn't believe one of my sister's hot lesbian (excuse me, bisexual) friends was giving me a blowjob, the ultimate act of male dominance. Nataliya was clearly no novice at the art of fellatio, and within minutes I was gasping at the edge of climax. She hoovered me with powerful suction, and after the long tease of lapdances and strippers, I simply exploded.

"Nataliya!" I cried in warning, just barely in time. She pulled me out of her throat just before my hips did thrust up, and her mouth clamped around my head as she began gulping down the heavy loads of cum I was dumping into her throat.

When I was done, I collapsed against the oversized couch, sweating and panting like a stuck pig. "Holy shit..." After the intense build-up, that release was one of my strongest and most satisfying ever.

Nataliya grinned and purred in her honeyed accent, "Yum..." She reached up with a dainty fingernail and scooped up the rope of cum dribbling down her chin, popping the creamy glob into her mouth and sucking. And then her face returned to the source as her hot mouth surrounded me once again and went to work reviving me.

"Let me return the favor," I moaned while fighting through the initial sensitivity and onward to the pleasurable feelings.

With my meat still stuffing her mouth, she shook her head 'no'.

"It's the least I can do."

She popped off just long enough to say. "It's your birthday. Now shut up."

I chuckled and felt the last tension leave my body. Now there was nothing left but the heady arousal one feels with a statuesque, naked blonde.

At last, Nataliya was satisfied with my erection. And pushing on my shoulders to pin me against the backrest, she straddled my naked hips and slowly eased herself onto me.

"Fuuuuck. You're so much bigger than Fred."

I got a curious look in my eyes. I'd known with certainty that Nataliya had occasional male lovers over the past couple of years, but I was curious as to who Fred was.

She noticed my look and smiled. "Cherys' Fred, the dildo. Gawd dammit I forgot how much I missed real cock." And she began to ride me.

With all the skill and grace of her lapdances, Nataliya was now gyrating against me. Her naked breasts were once more shoved in my face, only now when a nipple brushed against my lips, no bouncers would come and prevent me from taking it into my mouth.

It was the perfect lapdance, a lapdance with my baton wedged into her snatch and my hands on her ass without inhibition. Nataliya pulled my head up to meet hers for a searing kiss, and we played tonsil hockey while she rotated around my cock like I was in the spin cycle of a washing machine. When she broke away, the husky stripper voice was back.

"Feel my tits against your face. Don't they taste wonderful?" "Do you like my perfume? I wore this one today just special for you." "Fuck, your cock fills me up so well." "Like that? You like that?" With the exotic Russian accent, I was in sensory overload.

We fucked hard and we fucked fast. Neither of us could last forever. Despite having just cum, I was too excited by the environment and the sexy woman impaling herself upon me. And Nataliya was reveling in her illicit seduction.

With my hands on her asscheeks, I pounded her lighter body up and down me in rapid thrusts, straining for release. And just when I leaned forward and bit down on one nipple, Nataliya tensed up and shrieked her climax to the heavens. Her inner muscles quivered and set me off, and I was soon joining her, blasting away with wave after wave of hot jism to scald her insides.

We slowly chugged to a halt, Nataliya collapsing against my chest while I rested my chin on her shoulder and enfolded her in my arms. Only then did I notice that the privacy curtain was pulled aside and both Cherys and Danielle were just outside, looking in.

They looked hot and bothered. Cherys was just hot, her eyes locked onto the point where my dick was still embedded in Nataliya's pussy, creamy fluids leaking down where Cherys could see. Danielle looked rather more bothered. She was turned on and yet conflicted emotionally with the knowledge that she'd just watched her brother fucking... again.

When it was apparent that we were finished, my sister and her girlfriend closed the curtain and left. I cuddled with Nataliya until we'd both caught our breath, and then it was time to slip into our clothing.

Once we were both dressed, Nataliya pulled me to her and kissed me fiercely. But when she pulled back, the sensual sex goddess was gone from her eyes. All that was left was the mothering big sister. "David. That was great. And it may happen again. But I don't want to lead you on or anything."

"Don't worry about it. You were a fantasy come true. But I can accept it for what it was."

She kissed me again. "Happy birthday."

***

I slept the peaceful sleep of the drunk that night. As soon as my head hit the pillow, the heavy weights on my eyelids dropped down and stayed down.

Well, they stayed down until sometime around 2am. At first, I was dizzy with what promised to be a wicked hangover in the morning. I growled and realized I needed to pee, badly. That's what had woken me up.

I'd just sat up in bed when I first heard the moaning floating in through the wall. "Mmm... fuck me Fred..." It was Cherys' voice.

"Doesn't he feel so good?" Danielle teased.

"Mmm, yeah... Ooh... harder..."

"Shh... you don't want to wake up David," Danielle warned.

"Ooh... David... fuck me David..." Cherys moaned.

"Cherys!" Danielle hissed. All went quiet for a few moments before Cherys moaned again. Then Danielle's voice came softly. "Would you really want to?"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me David! Fill me with that fat cock! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes!!!" Cherys squealed loud enough for our neighbors to hear. And then she went silent once again.

My bladder was still complaining, but now my cock was getting hard as I visualized Cherys writhing in sexual agony, imagining me fucking her lights out.

"Oh, that was such a good cum..." Cherys said. "Do you think he woke up?"

I went dead silent. They waited a good minute before their voices dropped low enough so that I couldn't make out the words.

"Ugh!" Danielle moaned. Clearly they had switched roles. "Fuck me..."

"You want me to fuck you with David?" Cherys giggled. Danielle gasped immediately. Cherys kept giggling and quickly said, "I mean Fred, Fred."

"Oh, you are such a naughty bitch."

"Feel David's cock filling you up, splitting you wide open. If you're lucky, maybe he'll even take your ass."

"Ugh!!!" Danielle groaned. "It's so wrong!"

"Just imagine and enjoy. It'll never happen for real. So just feel it while you can."

Their voices dropped again to where I could hear them constantly whispering and giggling, but the words were incoherent. I listened for the next ten minutes as the two beautiful women pleasured each other. My bladder whined again and I looked down at my hard erection.

Now how the hell was I supposed to pee?

***

"So, how was your birthday party?"

"Hmm?" I looked over with bleary eyes to see Amber had fallen into step with me on the way to our Art History class. She leaned over and wrapped an arm around my waist and gave me a good squeeze. I barely noticed. I looked and felt half- dead.

"Wow. That good?" she joked. "You still hungover?"

"Nah. Just too damn early in the morning."

"C'mon. Let's stop for coffee. My treat." Amber pulled away, her hand gliding along my back before she captured my hand and started tugging me in a new direction. She flipped her hair and flashed a brilliant white smile as we changed course and headed for the coffee cart. It was a common enough occurrence. She was always offering 'my treat' to pick up various snacks whenever the urge hit her. It had to be nice having that kind of money, especially in contrast to my college poverty.

"So how come I wasn't invited?" she pouted, her clear blue eyes twinkling prettily.

"Uh, it wasn't that kind of party." I couldn't help but smile remembering the strip club and especially Nataliya.

"Bullshit. I see that smug shit-eating grin on your face," she huffed.

I got all defensive. I didn't want her to think I wouldn't invite her. "No, really. I-"

"Don't even worry about it. Jen told me the girls took you and Kevin to a strip club. How was it?"

I didn't answer. She watched me for two seconds and smiled. "There's that shit- eating grin again. I'm sorry I missed out."

Amber looked so unbelievably pretty at that moment. The light was striking her just right, her full lips so puffy and kissable, and her smile was dazzling. I wasn't the only one who noticed.

"Hey, baby!" came the derisive call. Two guys were walking the other way and obviously ogling my current companion. "Hot damn that's a fine ass." One of the guys whistled appreciatively.

Amber didn't even flinch, just holding up one hand a giving the guys the bird.

I stared at her for a moment as we kept walking.

She shrugged. "I'm used to it."

By now we'd arrived at the coffee cart. During a lull in the conversation I took a moment to appraise the pretty girl with me and the effect she had on other men. Amber was drop-dead gorgeous, and she knew it. She carried herself with a fire and confidence that I found inspiringly attractive. Her makeup was touch perfect, her clothes flattering, and her attitude just edgy enough to send a thrill through me. And now that I'd gotten to be friends with her, I was beginning to find I liked her personality as well.

I wasn't dating anyone anymore. I was a free man. Would it be awkward seeing the roommate and best friend of my ex? Maybe. But maybe it was worth finding out.

We chatted about nothing for the minute or two in line. Once it was our turn, Amber spat out her order in rapid-fire: something-iatto, caramel-this, venti-that. The cafeteria company barista didn't get it all on the first take.

Sighing wearily, Amber repeated her order, slowly this time, as if she were speaking to a 3-year-old. And then she stood there with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently.

While the barista was then completing my order, Amber sipped at her coffee and kept checking her watch. We had plenty of time before class, but she seemed in an awful hurry all of a sudden.

She was still on edge when we both had our coffee and were walking to class. I reached out and touched her arm gently. "Hey, relax. We've got plenty of time."

She calmed instantly at my touch. "Oh, I'm fine. It's just... those people. They're stupid and lazy. That's why their people are so poor." There was no vehemence in her voice, just a condescending superiority in her tone.

"Those people?" I wondered.

"You know, Mexicans."

All the warm, fuzzy feelings I was having over Amber washed away in an instant. I stiffened as sharply as if she'd physically slapped me. I couldn't help but do a double take back towards the coffee cart. I hadn't noticed the girl other than that she was a plain looking brunette. But as memory percolated I did remember her being a Latina.

Did Amber really just make that kind of a racist comment? Just when I thought she was mellowing out from her 'Heights' snobbish attitude...

I half-scowled and grunted, "You know damn well they're not all stupid and lazy."

"Oh, I know not all of them," she continued the conversation fluidly, oblivious to my rapidly changing mood. "But there are a lot of them. My parents have two."