2. Drake learns her name.
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Drake usually had night school after work, He was getting his MBA.
Last night he was off, he needed to just grab a bite to eat, then do some studying.
Though he loved women, lately there wasn't much time for beautiful brunettes.
When he saw the sweet little thing sitting there with her friends, he knew he wouldn't be studying.
He took her home, gave her some wine, kissed her full lips...
He thought about last night, his first night with her, unfortunately she left so fast, he didn't get her name.
He had found her white silk panties on his couch this morning, he held his head, he was hungover.
You are so very hot, he thought holding those panties.
Her lips, they were very lush. He couldn't get her out of his mind.
He frowned, thinking about what she whispered to him as he entered her warmth.
This is my first time.
After he had entered her, he knew it truly was her very first time, she cried out in pain and scratched his shoulder.
She fit him like a glove. He smiled at the thought. He had held himself still, waiting for her to accommodate him.
She quieted and said she was ready, it was so tight.
It was very fast after that.
He knew she had no pleasure from him, no wonder she got up and got dressed so quickly.
" Well, I should get back to my pumpkin before my folks get home." She told him as she darted off.
Drake shook his head, he had been so drunk. She had ignited a flame in him.
He put a hand into his hair.
He thought of her trembling lips. She tasted sweet like cotton candy.
He had thought that she was excited for him, now he realized she was scared of what was to come.
Drake held her panties to his chin.
" Tell me, where you are?" He smiled, sniffing them. He planned on finding her again.
He looked at his broken lamp, recalling that he had knocked it over when he stumbled as he carried her to his bed.
His bed still smelled like her.
She was so responsive to his every move, he kept replaying it in his head.
He shook his head, he had to get up.
Drake was running late, he had a golf game with his younger cousin Sam and his dad Stewart.
He quickly showered and hopped out to shave.
He blindly reached for a face towel on the counter and wiped his face.
He looked at the towel and saw it was her panties.
He smiled.
He again thought about her young tight body. He was growing obsessed.
He was usually glad when a date didn't want to stay over, not this one though.
She left too quickly.
He got dressed and ran out the door. He raced to the country club.
Sam was waiting for him outside.
" Hey your dad's on a bender, no use in hurrying. Bloody Mary's before noon." He frowned.
Drake adjusted his shirt into his pants. His pants covered his long legs tightly, showing off his muscles.
Sam made chit chat with him.
" Hey, you heard from David lately?" He asked.
" Yeah, he's coming up for spring break, invited me over next week." He smiled.
" Ah, you remember his little Tom boy sister, you used to call her fellow!" Sam's eyes twinkled at the thought of her.
" Oh, uh I think her name was Stacy, no...uh...Stella, the fella. That's right." Drake snapped his fingers remembering now.
Drake also remembered the girl from last night...
You are so sweet, you used to call me a fellow and a twerp...
He now recalled her saying those exact words to him as he kissed her.
He felt a lump in his gut. It was her, his friends tom boy sister.
Drake rubbed the back of his neck thinking about how she had changed, yet those green eyes were the same.
That's why she was so familiar, so at ease with him.
Sam patted him on the back.
" Ready cus?" He grinned.
" Times a wasted and so is your pops!" He laughed.
Drake laughed, his mind was still on Stella Miller.
Drake played a horrible golf game. He couldn't concentrate.
He needed to find a woman, not named Stella Miller, one that he could just have casual s*x with.
He flirted with the drink girl.
She smiled as she took the large tip he had left her.
He also wrote his number on the napkin.
Olivia was her name. She called him once she got off of work.
He met her at the local bar, The Black Horse gastro pub.
She didn't disappoint. She took him to her place. It was nice and easy. They both knew the rules, just casual.
Unfortunately the whole time, he thought of young Stella. Her soft thighs. The taste of her lips.
He tried to put her out of his mind. She'll be back. She will find me again, I can wait.
I don't pursue women, they pursue me.
One week later ...
It was spring break. David was heading home, his two other brothers had elected to stay at school.
He was looking forward to seeing his friends, he called Drake up.
"Hey come on over Sunday. I'm going to throw a barbecue at my folks place, you know bros and brews kind of thing, we can watch the game." said David.
Drake said he was looking forward to it. He wanted to see all of the guys.
He especially wanted to see Stella, watch her squirm when he touched her....
Stella made plans to go see her Great Aunt Sophia.
She lived in a retirement community nearby.
Stella was really the only one that enjoyed staying with the long winded, older woman.
She packed an over night bag.
David arrived home.
Stella hugged him as she ran out the door.
" Hey, you're not going to be here tomorrow for my barbecue?" He asked.
She shook her head.
" I would just get in your way. I'm not interested in being abused by the bros. I had plenty of that as a kid." She said.
He frowned. Something was off with her. She was acting Iike a...a...girl. He thought.
Drake wore a good dose of cologne and dressed as if he was going on a date.
What was wrong with him, it was just Stella Fella.
He put her panties in his pocket. He wanted to see the look on her face when he gave them back to her, he smiled.
Drake was greeted by all his friends and high fives were given all around.
David handed his best friend a cold brew.
" So remember that night we all got wasted at the prom, we ended up at the bowling alley and got kicked out. Good times right?" David said laughing.
Drake said, "Oh, hey I'm gonna go use the upstairs toilet, had Mexican food for lunch, beans you know...if that's okay?"
David said," Ah, I insist."
Drake went upstairs. He went straight into her room. She wasn't home.
He lay on her bed and stuffed her panties under her pillow.
Drake smelled her. He rolled over and hugged her bedding to him.
He was getting excited thinking about what they had done together. He wanted more.
He closed his eyes."Stella, what a witch you are casting your spell on me."
He wanted to wait there until she returned, but knew the boys were all waiting downstairs. He kissed her pillow.
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