Have you ever met someone that you positively can’t stand, and yet you feel sexually attracted to them? That’s how I feel towards my boyfriend’s cousin. My boyfriend Allan, and his cousin Yvan are both from a Polish/German heritage. They are both tall, Allan is 6’4” and Yvan is 6’6”and both fair skinned. My boyfriend Allan has bright red hair and Yvan is naturally blond. I honestly think that they are both very sexy, and attractive, I’m sure not only to myself, but to others as well.
Anyway, back to what I was saying. Although Yvan is very sexy, he’s a complete asshole. He’s very blunt, opinionated and thinks he’s always right. He and I never really got along, except for this one night that I will never forget.
It started off as a lazy Thursday night. My boyfriend, his best friend Jeff, Yvan and I were debating if we should go pick up a movie or two, when Yvan suggested that we go out for a few drinks instead. We all agreed that it would be fun.
I looked down at myself, and realized I would have to change first. I was wearing an old beat up sweater and a faded pair of jeans. I mentioned this to the guys, and Yvan said; “What difference does it make, it’s not like your going out to pick up?”
I looked down at myself again, and gave Yvan a funny look. “I might not be going to pick up, but I still would like to be dressed for the occasion. I’m not going out like this.”
He gave me an annoyed look. I shook my head, and went to my car. I pulled out of the driveway and headed home, once there, I looked through my closet and decided to throw on a short white skirt with a tan colored tank top. I was debating between underwear or no underwear, bra or no bra, and the naughty side of me won. All I did was through on some white lace stockings, with a white garter belt. I threw half of my long red hair up, and left the rest fall down past my shoulders. I applied a little bit of eye shadow, blush, mascara, and then a hint of red lipstick.
Finally, I threw on some white strappy sandals, and pulled my long denim jacket over. Over all, I looked cute. The skirt showed off my ass, and my nips were clearly visible through the light tan top. I smiled and headed back over to see the guys.
“Mmmm, hey there honey, I shouldn’t even let you out of the house looking like that!” Allan pulled me into his arms, kissed my neck and grabbed a good hard feel of my ass. I moaned. Yvan threw on his coat, walking towards the car, and grumbled something about getting a room.
I caught Jeff checking me out, and winked at him. I knew what he as thinking about, and it made me smile. “So what bar are we going to?”
“Were gonna check out the Liquid Gold.” Allan told me, grabbing my hand. I nodded my head. The Liquid Gold was the local strip club. I have never been there yet, and was actually kind of anxious. We decided to take my Intrepid, since it was roomy enough for the four of us. All the guys drove sports cars, and there as no way we would all fit in one. My boyfriend agreed to be the designated driver for the night.
Jeff sat in the back, but leaned over to whisper in me ear. “So, Celina, do you mind watching a bunch of hot naked woman dance around?” I giggled, starting to feel a little nervous.
“Actually, I’m kind of excited.” Personally, the thought of beautiful woman dancing naked cause my little twat to get wet. Maybe wearing the white skirt with no panties was a bad idea.
Jeff chuckled and sat back. Allan pulled out of the driveway and turned up my mp3 player. He switched it from the folder containing slow songs, to the one that I called Driving Tunes. It was a twenty five minute drive, and the entire time was spent listening to music and joking around. By the time we got to the club, I was feeling even more excited.
The club was a nice place, it was classy and yet it still had a cheap feel to it. I liked it.
