Part III: New Paths for All, A Public Couple
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A short multi-part story of how a man meets a figure from his past and how it impacts every aspect of his life. Part III finishes the story.
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One PM couldn't come quick enough. I decided to drive over to her place, not giving her a chance to reconsider after last night. I was nervous and yet strangely confident we had more than just a physical connection. I knocked and heard Amber yell to come in.
In a part of downstairs, I hadn't really paid attention too, there was Amber. She was leaning on a kitchen stool type chair by a breakfast bar. She was bookish and hot at the same time. Amber was really the girl of a thousand looks.
She had on a long sleeve, but low-cut cotton top, had replaced her contacts with big stylish glasses. Through the thin white top, I could also tell Amber had scrubbed off that wild sleeve tattoo. But this innocent, student look didn't extend to the rest of Amber's outfit.
She had balanced her cute, everyday top with another pair of thigh high boots, this time grey suede. They were pulled up over the top of some skin-tight jeans, but I realized they weren't denim, but gray leather. Wow this girl could look academic but so sexy with just a few choices.
I was just energized by Amber merely looking me in the eyes and smiling at me as I took in her hot outfit, with a big grin. Then she pulled me in for a very hot, open-mouthed welcome kiss. Her tongue was hot and aggressive, just totally taking over my mouth. She was just super sexy.
I could not believe this girl was not already taken, but then again, she had some pretty big walls around her after all her rough times I imagined. I was thinking I had to make sure I didn't screw this up, this girl was too hot and fun to let go.
Lunch at a nearby student-friendly hangout was quick and good. I wasn't really a fan of avocado on everything, but my salad with an ice cold Mexican beer was pretty nice, not as nice as looking at Amber only two feet away, but nice.
We spent the afternoon wandering around old-town Scottsdale, hitting the tacky and the high end, from a goofy wig shop to a place with great native jewelry. The earrings and pendent I insisted on getting her actually looked great against the white and grey of her outfit.
I dropped her at her condo in late afternoon. We were meeting for a light dinner before she had to work from eight to two AM. Friday night was of course a big earnings night, and she was tapped for the best shift, the one that lasted till closing. So, we agreed on an early dinner, and to get together after work
I knew I would have to live with her job, but it was different getting romantic with a woman who stripped naked and gave lap dances for a living. At least I knew, unlike with some strippers, that was all she did. But still it was a pretty new experience for me.
If I had not been utterly captivated by the new, grown-up Amber by now, what greeted me when I picked her up and opened the door to her condo would have sealed the deal. This girl was able to dazzle me with every outfit she chose.
She was casual and super sexy, again. From the loosely falling blonde hair, to the simple white silk top, that was open nearly to her naval, she was magnetic.
It didn't hurt that below that was a tight black latex calf-length tight skirt and some very high stiletto heels. This girl could push all my buttons, and that was before we had even gotten to the bedroom.
My jaw had dropped when I saw her, I was clearly flummoxed. Amber had that little smile again and asked me,
"So not how you pictured your little babysitter? Is that right Jim?"
I had sort of recovered my composure,
"Amber baby, if you had shown up at our house like this, I would have had to leave my wife right then...of course that probably would have saved me a lot of grief and heartache too."
I followed that with a grin and a rueful little laugh. She looked at me and shook her head and laughed a bit too,
"Jim if I had gotten up her courage to seduce you, maybe I wouldn't have come so totally off the rails."
I had no good answer, of course. I just wrapped her in my arms and held her close. After kissing her sweet lips, I whispered that the past was the past and let's not waste the future.
Cocktails and our light dinner were what you could have expected. Men of all ages could not take their eyes off of Amber, and more than a few wives and girlfriends were trying to kill her with their stares.
She was oblivious, clearly, for no good reason I could fathom, Amber was totally focused on me and our time together. We got to talk about a lot, and I wasn't surprised to hear of her desires to finish her BA and get her Masters in Psych. She had a plan of being a substance abuse counselor.
I of course barely noticed the time and the other people in the Spanish themed restaurant. We were so close we were almost on the same chair, but it just felt natural. I could not believe it, after two drinks and about six plates of Tapas treats, that it was seven and she needed to get home and get to work.
Although I had to defer my desires for more fun in the sack, Amber promised me that the night would end well. I left to let her get ready, and promised to be at the club by midnight. I watched some Netflix, caught up on all the work that had been piling up, and headed across town at about eleven thirty PM.
The parking lot of the deceptively small looking club was packed, it took me nearly five minutes to find a parking slot. I paid cover and moved towards the booming bass beat that somehow penetrated the thick wooden inner door.
At first, I didn't see Amber, or in the club, Jezebel. I was wondering if she was getting ready or entertaining in the lap dance rooms. I felt some twinges, but also knew I was in no position to try to demand things of Amber. Then as a fresh set of dancers was called to stage, I saw my girl.
