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able to take the flowers home. On the same note, however, Stephanie couldn't take the flowers home without telling Jacob where they came from. She carried them with her into the lingerie boutique near her office, and as she entered, Stephanie saw the same sales associate from her last visit.
“Hey, you! Welcome back,” welcomed the associate.
“Hi, I'm back. And this time, I'm actually going to buy something.”
The associate commented on the flowers, “Wow, lucky girl. Those are beautiful.”
Stephanie paused for a moment and offered, “Would you like them? My car is parked like a mile away, and I can't carry them.”
The sales associate smiled and said, “Someone sent you flowers, you can't take them home, and you're looking to buy something sexy – I'd be more than happy to get rid of them for you.”
Stephanie turned bright re d and said, “Please don't judge. I know it looks bad.”
“If it were n't for flings, I'd be out of business. It may look bad, but sometimes it's fun to be bad. Let me help you pick out just the right thing.”
Stephanie explained she knew exactly what she was looking for, and she told the associate about Derrick's instructions. The associate smiled and said, “This sounds like fun. I'm Amanda, by the way.”
Stephanie introduced herself, and the two shopped like they were best friends. Stephanie walked out feeling as if she were going to be the sexiest woman alive the following night. Her walk back to her car was less of a walk and more of a strut.
Stephanie got home shortly past eight-thirty and found a note on the kitchen counter: “Hey babe, I went to bed early since I have an early start tomorrow. I'll probably be out of the house before you wake up, and don't forget I have my overnight flight. I'll see you on Thursday when you get home from work. Love you!”
Stephanie heated a frozen dinner, which she then ate alone as she browsed through a few clothing magazines which had come in the mail. After dinner, she showered, got into something comfortable, and sat on the couch to watch televisi on. She sent a text to Derrick asking if he was around. The message went unanswered, and she decided to read her email before going to bed.
As Stephanie was still hoping for a response from Derrick, her imagination drifted into what the following night was going to be like. She was excited, but at the same time, she was very nervous. She wasn't worried about what she was expecting, it was the unexpected that made her stomach turn into complete butterflies. Stephanie wanted to be a “bad girl,” but what if Derrick’s meaning of that was quite different from her own. Stephanie knew she was not a prude, but at the same time, she also knew it had been a long time since her early college days. She wanted to please Derrick so badly. She knew how to be bad, but what if she fell short of what he was expecting? More than anything, though, Stephanie worried if she would be good enough. What if I am just terrible at it , she thought. What if I don't live up to what he wants? What if I'm not good enough? ”
Stephanie navigated away from checking email, and she instead Googled “free hot porn.”
A plethora of results came back, and Stephanie selected one that brought her to a free, tube-style video site. Stephanie had never watched porn on her own, and she was pleasantly surprised by the variety of videos the site offered. She noticed there were several categories, and she clicked on the link “hardcore.”
Stephanie scrolled through the videos until she saw one titled, “Innocent Amateur Gets Fucked,” and the thumbnail of the video showed an attractive female sitting on a couch. Stephanie thought, this is perfect.
Stephanie began watching the video, which was filmed from the man's point of view. The video was very amateurish, as it was simply a man holding a camera and the woman. It started with the man asking the woman several sex related questions and him asking her to strip.
“Hey, you! Welcome back,” welcomed the associate.
“Hi, I'm back. And this time, I'm actually going to buy something.”
The associate commented on the flowers, “Wow, lucky girl. Those are beautiful.”
Stephanie paused for a moment and offered, “Would you like them? My car is parked like a mile away, and I can't carry them.”
The sales associate smiled and said, “Someone sent you flowers, you can't take them home, and you're looking to buy something sexy – I'd be more than happy to get rid of them for you.”
Stephanie turned bright re d and said, “Please don't judge. I know it looks bad.”
“If it were n't for flings, I'd be out of business. It may look bad, but sometimes it's fun to be bad. Let me help you pick out just the right thing.”
Stephanie explained she knew exactly what she was looking for, and she told the associate about Derrick's instructions. The associate smiled and said, “This sounds like fun. I'm Amanda, by the way.”
Stephanie introduced herself, and the two shopped like they were best friends. Stephanie walked out feeling as if she were going to be the sexiest woman alive the following night. Her walk back to her car was less of a walk and more of a strut.
Stephanie got home shortly past eight-thirty and found a note on the kitchen counter: “Hey babe, I went to bed early since I have an early start tomorrow. I'll probably be out of the house before you wake up, and don't forget I have my overnight flight. I'll see you on Thursday when you get home from work. Love you!”
Stephanie heated a frozen dinner, which she then ate alone as she browsed through a few clothing magazines which had come in the mail. After dinner, she showered, got into something comfortable, and sat on the couch to watch televisi on. She sent a text to Derrick asking if he was around. The message went unanswered, and she decided to read her email before going to bed.
As Stephanie was still hoping for a response from Derrick, her imagination drifted into what the following night was going to be like. She was excited, but at the same time, she was very nervous. She wasn't worried about what she was expecting, it was the unexpected that made her stomach turn into complete butterflies. Stephanie wanted to be a “bad girl,” but what if Derrick’s meaning of that was quite different from her own. Stephanie knew she was not a prude, but at the same time, she also knew it had been a long time since her early college days. She wanted to please Derrick so badly. She knew how to be bad, but what if she fell short of what he was expecting? More than anything, though, Stephanie worried if she would be good enough. What if I am just terrible at it , she thought. What if I don't live up to what he wants? What if I'm not good enough? ”
Stephanie navigated away from checking email, and she instead Googled “free hot porn.”
A plethora of results came back, and Stephanie selected one that brought her to a free, tube-style video site. Stephanie had never watched porn on her own, and she was pleasantly surprised by the variety of videos the site offered. She noticed there were several categories, and she clicked on the link “hardcore.”
Stephanie scrolled through the videos until she saw one titled, “Innocent Amateur Gets Fucked,” and the thumbnail of the video showed an attractive female sitting on a couch. Stephanie thought, this is perfect.
Stephanie began watching the video, which was filmed from the man's point of view. The video was very amateurish, as it was simply a man holding a camera and the woman. It started with the man asking the woman several sex related questions and him asking her to strip.
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