“Sometimes he’s a total asshole,” He muttered.

“Now that’s a bad case of stating-the-obvious you’ve got there, Kyle,” Julietta said. He could see she wanted to ask a question of him.

“Did he tell you about the girl who looked like you?” Kyle asked, figuring he might as well cut to the chase.

She nodded. “He said you thought she was me?”

“Yeah, I thought that at first, so I asked another dancer but she said Sahara couldn’t swim, so it couldn’t be her at the waterpark,” Kyle explained as he saw Julietta snigger. “Excellent stripper name, huh?”

“Classy,” Julietta nodded. “So Ed said you got a dance with her?”

Kyle nodded, his expression serious. “I wanted to find out if it was you or not. I know it wasn’t now, but I had to speak to her to find out. I didn’t know if you were serious about meeting us here tonight and were actually a stripper, or if there was someone who looked like you and you were still gonna be here.”

“Right,” she said slowly. “So you got a lapdance with my doppelganger to find out if I’d be here or not?” He could see Julietta found the story pretty amusing.

“Pretty much,” Kyle admitted. “Anyway, me and Casey only went to the club because Ed was gonna go and we’d promised him before we left home that we would.”

“You didn’t want to go see naked strippers?” she asked quickly.

“No… I mean, yes but…” Kyle stopped, realising she was messing with him. “Nice one,” he laughed.

Julietta winked at him and sipped at her cocktail. “Hey, was it any good?”

“Was what any good?”

“The lapdance? Ed said you wouldn’t speak about it.”

“You really want to know?” Kyle asked, looking at her curiously, wondering where she was going with this.

“Of course.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to know if this stripper is good or not, especially if other people might think she’s me. A girl has a reputation to uphold after all and quality matters.”

Kyle laughed, pleased to see she hadn’t decided he was a creep because he went to a strip club with his buddies. He did noticed that the more Ed talked the more Jessica and Shanice frowned at him. Meanwhile he could see Casey and Margarita getting cosy, with hands slipping around waists, gentle touches and nudges aplenty.

“They seem to be getting on well,” he said quietly to Julietta.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “They’re cute together. I’m glad they’re getting on.”

“How are we doing?” Kyle asked on an impulse. He liked to take people by surprise from time to time.

Her cheeks flushed a little as she looked at him. “Not too bad so far. Definitely potential there.”

“So you think I’m hot then?” he said, careful not to speak too loud.

“You’re okay,” she said archly. “What about me?”

“I think you’re hot. You’re cute and sexy and lots of fun,” Kyle said, making it up as he went. “I think you’re a really good person too, and you deserve to have some fun.” He swivelled the stool so he was no longer facing the group, positioning himself facing the dancefloor. He was pleased to see Julietta doing the same, their shoulders now touching as they sipped at their drinks.

“I’m…. glad you think so,” she said a moment later, her cheeks a little blushed.

“You know, we could just take off right now?” he suggested, but she smiled and shook her head.

“Not yet. It’s our last night here, so I want to party some more.” She gave him a very firm look. “Later though, you might get to come back to our place. We’ve got a villa.”

“I’m sure we’d both enjoy that,” he said carefully, smiling a little. On an impulse he leaned forward to kiss her, but she jerked her head back and brought a finger up to his lips.

“Please tell me you washed after your lapdance.”

Her statement made Kyle chuckled. “Of course I did.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re sure?”

“Definitely,” he nodded, and then was pleased when she leaned in and kissed him. Her lips were soft yet assertive and they kissed for a few seconds.

“Consider that a canape to start your appetite,” she said, smiling.

“If that was a canape then my stomach is making growling sounds already,” he laughed.

They hit the dancefloor after that, pausing occasionally for drinks, but always heading back to dance. As the evening wore on they touched more and more, starting with light brushes and progressing to some pretty firm grinding and caresses. While drinking Kyle and Julietta were either touching each others hands, or Julietta was leaning into Kyle’s chest, at one point sitting on his knee. It was two hours of solid foreplay before the club closed.

The seven of them left the club, with Casey and Margarita firmly paired off like Kyle and Julietta, while Ed tried unsuccessfully to get anywhere with either Jessica or Shanice, but the most he got was when he tried one of his chat-up lines and they couldn’t stop laughing for several minutes. Casey suggested that he hop in a cab, but Ed wouldn’t have it, and if his buddies were going to a party, he was too.

The walk to the villa Julietta was staying at took about twenty minutes and by the time they got there, they were all feeling pretty buzzed with the alcohol. When they opened the front door Kyle was really impressed. It had several bedrooms, a large lounge area and a swimming pool and jacuzzi out the back.

Kyle just shook his head as Ed made straight for the pool, bombing the mirror-flat surface from as great a height as he could manage, fully clothed.

“What a fucking moron,” Julietta laughed.

“He’s a good guy,” Kyle laughed. “He just…. he’s not that tactful and there’s no filter between his brain and his mouth, but if you ever need someone to get your back, he’s there.”

“He sounds like he’d get you into more trouble than out of it though,” she teased, holding his hand.

“He has his moments,” Kyle said, smiling.

“Come on,” Julietta said, dragging him into one of the rooms off the lounge. Kyle’s heartbeat accelerated as he entered Julietta’s bedroom. Typical of a nineteen year old girl there was clothes, shoes, magazines and makeup everywhere.

“Nice and tidy,” he laughed.

“There’s some floor somewhere,” she shrugged. “And don’t get your hopes up just yet, mister,” she added quickly. “I figure if we’re gonna have a swim, you can pick out a bikini for me to wear.”

“You gonna model them for me?”

“No,” she said, laughing. “But you can choose what I’ve to wear, and then later I might let you take it off me.”

“I can cope with that job.”

“Thought you might,” she grinned. Julietta rummaged around on the floor, gathering up various different coloured bits of swimsuits and while she did that, Kyle looked around, spotting a rather fancy camera on one of the units.

“Nice camera.”

“Yeah, it’s not too bad,” she smiled. “I’m really into photography, but I didn’t want to bring my good camera with me. That’s just a D80.”

“I know it’s a Nikon, but I don’t know one model from another,” Kyle smiled. “Looks expensive.”

Julietta shrugged. “The body isn’t that expensive. The lens is a bit more though. Twenty-eight to seventy, F two point eight.”

Kyle chuckled. “I don’t know what any of that means.”

“It’s not the standard lens that comes with the camera. It’s more a… specialist portrait lens,” she explained. “I make a little side income with my photography back in New York. Actors headshots, Corporate portraits, stuff like that. It finances my hobby.”

“Very cool,” Kyle murmured, genuinely impressed. “Is that what you do at Berkeley?”

She shook her head. “Nope. Study business. It’s really boring though, so I might drop out and do the photography thing full-time.”

“That’s seriously cool.”

Julietta shrugged. “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Lot of time spent in front of a computer editing. You have to really love it. Fortunately for me.”

Kyle liked what he was seeing of this side of Julietta. This casually artistic and passionate person that had been inadvertantly hidden from him under the persona of a nineteen year old clubbing student on a spring break weekend.

“So which one?”

Kyle looked at the three bikini in her hands, one black, one silver and the other blue and gold. He had no idea about styles, or cuts, but he thought the black one and said so.

“Why the black one?” she asked as she dropped the other two.

“I thought it would go nicely with your hair,” Kyle said honestly.

“I like that answer,” she smiled, moving forward. Her lips found his for a few intense seconds, until they broke.

“Right, out you get,” she ordered, smiling.

He moved to the door. “Hey, I don’t suppose you’ve got any shorts here that’ll fit me, do you?”

Julietta raised an eyebrow. “You’re commando?”

“Afraid so.”

“Ask Shanice. I think she packed a pair of her brothers shorts by accident.”

“See you in a minute,” Kyle nodded. “Hey, you sure you don’t need me to stay and supervise you getting changed?”

“All good things come to those who wait,” she said, then lifted a hand, pointing out the door. “Wait being the operative word. Out.”

Kyle closed the door, smiling.

Shanice turned out to have a pair of shorts he could use, although they weren’t for swimming but they’d do, so he popped into the bathroom to get changed. In the ten minutes that he spent waiting for Julietta, the three girls had all gotten changed and were in the water, while Casey had simply stripped to his briefs and plunged into the pool after them.

Eventually Julietta reappeared though, and Kyle walked over to the pool with her, liking the sight of her in the black bikini. A momentary memory popped into his head of Sahara, the stripper, with her black underwear and the similarities were abundant between the two, yet the slight differences were more pronounced at the same time.

Kyle nearly blurted out, “Are you sure you don’t have a sister,” but he realised that reminding her he was thinking about a stripper and not her probably wouldn’t go down too well. He opted for diving in the pool.

For an hour or so they mucked around in the pool, sending Ed to make them drinks out of whatever liquor was left in the villa. Surprisingly Ed was the first to pass out, on one of the sunloungers that surrounded the pool. At that point Casey and Margarita were definitely doing their own thing together in the jacuzzi, and Jessica and Shanice had gone inside to get some items to give Ed a ‘makeover’.

“Let’s leave them to it,” Julietta whispered in Kyle’s ear.

He nodded, immediately getting out the pool and helping Julietta out. She didn’t let go of his hand, but pulled him after her into the house.

Kyle followed her into her bedroom, not pausing as she pulled him straight into the bathroom and handed him a towel. As he dried himself off in the dim light from the bedside lamp, he watched Julietta, rubbing a towel through her short bobbed hair. It was at that length that it looked awesome if it was neat or messy.

With both of them dry apart from the wet clothing, they paused, looking at each other, the air thick with tension. Kyle broke it.

“I will if you will,” he smiled.

Julietta blushed a little but smiled back at him. “It wouldn’t be smart to get into bed with wet clothes, would it?”

“Downright stupid,” Kyle agreed, his hand sliding down over his stomach to the button of the cargo shorts he’d borrowed.

“Really stupid,” Julietta nodded, reaching behind her to undo the strap of her bikini top. The two black cords dangled down at the sides of her stomach, the top only held in place by the string around her neck. Kyle could see the mischevious grin on her face, the slight flush on her cheeks and chest and he knew his own breath was coming quicker.

Throwing caution to the wind he shrugged his hips and pushed at the shorts, dropping them to the floor in one swift movement.

“Bear in mind the water was cold,” he added, smirking.

Her eyes flickered back up to his face. “Poor baby. I’ll make sure you’re all warmed up.”

At that Julietta reached back and pulled open the remaining knot on her bikini top, dropping it to the floor. Kyle took a deep breath as he saw her breasts, nice and firm, not too full, and the phrase ‘more than a handfull is a waste’ popped into his head. Her nipples were tight and hard from the cold water, and he longed to suck them in his mouth.

“Like what you see?” Julietta asked, biting her lip as she awaited his response.

“Hotter than I could have imagined,” Kyle said immediately. “Beautiful.”

“Oh, aren’t you the smooth one,” she replied, pleased at his compliment.

“Honest.”

“Well, Mister Honest, you better get dried before you get in this bed. One of us is wet enough already.” Julietta blushed a little more as she finished the statement but her words had an immediate effect on Kyle, and he rapidly scrubbed his damp bits dry with towel as he walked around the double bed.

Julietta chuckled as she saw him do a bandy-legged hop-walk as he dried himself, getting a grin back from Kyle. Seeing how unabashed he was she quickly shed her bikini bottoms and dried herself with her towel before slipping into bed alongside him.

Kyle had his arm out and Julietta immediately slipped into it, snuggling into him.

“Are you cold?” She murmured a moment later.

“Yeah.”

“Me too. Cuddle into me,” Julietta ordered, rolling onto her side and dragging him to spoon in behind her.

Kyle slipped his arm around her waist as his legs slid in, matching her position under the covers. Her butt felt cold in his lap, but it was a naked Julietta butt. It could have been made of ice and he wouldn’t have moved away. He traced his fingers in a small circle around her belly button.

“That’s nice,” she murmured, worming her head inbetween Kyle and the pillow.

There was something incredibly intimate and comforting in the way their bodies were conforming into each other to Kyle. He realised that both of them were making unconscious minute adjustments, his upper leg sliding between hers, her calf resting behind his own with her foot looped under his. Her hand found his left arm and she pulled it in to her body, his hand sliding between her breasts as his right slid from her belly button to between her and the bed, wrapping her tight, her arms wrapping around his until they were as tight together as could be.

There was nothing erotic about it, he realised, just an incredible intimacy as their two bodies fit tightly together as if made for it.

“Oh my,” Julietta purred in his ear. “I could stay like this all night.”

“Um… me too,” Kyle admitted. “And I’m not a cuddly type of guy.”

“But this is so nice…”

“I know,” he admitted. “It’s…. “

“I know,” she finished.

They lay there, wrapped up in each other under the blankets.

Sahara

“Night, Tiger-Lily,” Sahara called back as she left the dressing room of the Derriere’s Gentlemens Club, smiling as she always did when the dancers said goodnight to each other using their ‘stripper names’. She walked past the bar, seeing her blonde haired room-mate, Anabeth waiting for her.

“You ready to go?” Anabeth asked. “I’m beat.”

“Yeah. Busy night, huh?” Sahara replied, opening the door.

“Don’t think I’ve ever done so many dances in one night. Goodnight, guys,” She added to the security guys.

They turned right and walked the seventy yards to the door of their apartment block. Anabeth opened the door and the two of them climbed the two flights of stairs then entered their small scummy two-bedroom apartment.

Anabeth slumped down on the sofa. “Want a drink?”

Sahara shook her head. “Think I’m just gonna go to bed.”

“Want some company tonight?” Anabeth asked, grinning. “I’ll make you sleep real good.”

Sahara smiled, but shook her head at her occasional fuck-buddy. “Too tired, but thanks anyway, baby.”

Anabeth shrugged. “I’ll just have to fuck myself silly with my toys tonight instead.”

“And probably wake the whole block when you cum,” Sahara replied, smirking.

“Nothing wrong with enjoying yourself.”

Sahara’s mind conjured up the image of the young dark-haired guy who she’d danced for earlier, deliberately making him cum.

“You’re smiling,” Anabeth said immediately, her eyes narrowed. “What did you do?”

“Made a guy cum tonight,” Sahara smirked.

Anabeth rolled her eyes. “That’s called a professional hazard.”

“Deliberately though.”

“Oh, really?” The blonde sat forward, her interest obvious. “Tell me.”

“Some guy called Kyle. There was just something about him,” She explained, shrugging. “I thought he was really hot, and when I was dancing for him I got really fucking wet. Even let him stick his tongue in my pussy for a second.”

“You dirty slut,” Her friend laughed.

“Hardly,” Sahara replied. “But I did make him cum in his pants, and then afterwards I told him that it was rare I got turned on but there was something about him.”

“Sounds like a stripper line,” Anabeth grinned.

“Yeah, I think that’s what he thought,” Sahara admitted. “Thing is, if he’d shown any interest I’d have given him my cell number, or told him to meet me here at closing time, and he would be in my bed right now.”

“If he was that hot, I might have joined you,” Anabeth replied, winking.

“Oh, I know,” Sahara smiled. “And now I’m off bed alone. Night, Anabeth. Sleep good.”

“You too, Kara.”

Kyle

It was still dark when Kyle awoke, sensing a slight movement in Juliette, a slight change in posture, in position, and he knew that his own body had responded. He could feel his breathing deepen, matching hers as his cock continued to grow, nestled between the lips of her pussy, inching forward as it became thicker and longer in the darkness.

Without asking he knew she was awake, lying there with her head beside his, experiencing the same exquisite physical and intimate sensations he was.

He felt her neck stiffen as the tip of his erection glazed her clit, and hearing her exhale was a wonderous sound in his ear. Kyle turned his head and gently kissed her, a soft, tender brush of his lips on her jaw.

He felt her hand grip his a little tighter as he brushed his lips a little further along the line of her jaw until his breath was on the soft, sensitive skin below her ear.

Julietta moaned softly as he held there, breathing on her with a tender intensity. Her hand came up, her fingers lacing themselves in his hair, softly steering his head to kiss her once more.

Kyle brushed his lips down her neck, barely touching the skin, his lips softer than they’d ever been in his life, going purely on instinct as he experienced something beautiful. He felt Julietta roll her hips in a luxurious caress, drawing him up and down her soft cleft, feeling her welcome on his arousal.

His lips traced down her neck, brushing against her collarbone as his whole body moved forward, his lips rising back up her neck as he entered her.

Julietta’s head rolled back, exposing her neck to him as she whispered his name.

“Kyle.”

Her body moved in response, her back arching as her head rolled back, her pelvis tilting, welcoming another inch inside her.

Kyle felt like he was in heaven, in another place and time where everything was emotion and intimacy, sensation and connection, as if the world had come to have no meaning and all that mattered was the here and now. This moment.

His lips met hers, the exquisite gentleness of their lips making them both moan. His hand slid out from under her and was met by her own, steering it to caress her breast, her soft skin moving with every breath under his fingertips.

Julietta moved her body, a slow-motion writhe that expressed her desire, her passion, and drew Kyle’s mouth to hers while she pressed into him, teasing a little more of him inside her.

Kyle’s senses were electric, every motion and movement he made focussed on bringing pleasure to this beautiful woman in his arms. His left hand moved to her breasts, caressing her nipple between finger and thumb while his right hand moved down, his fingertips tracing invisible patterns in her skin as she began to softly sway her hips on him. He felt her tongue probe into his mouth as if tasting him. Kyle’s fingers traced down over the little stripe of dark curly hair until he found what he sought, that delicious little spot that brought and enhanced so much pleasure.

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