We spent Sunday lounging around the house, making love as the urge came over us, and talking. Riley was concerned to know how I felt about the previous evening. I reassured her that I was fine with it and had enjoyed myself despite wanting to punch Nick in the face and tell him what a douche I thought he was. “What should we do with the money?” I asked while we were on the topic. “My half is going in the Italy fund, you can do whatever you want with yours,” Riley answered. Her answer surprised me, I had been thinking of the money as our’s rather than half mine and half hers. Though, I supposed half mine and half hers was basically the definition of ours, but still I felt we would spend the money together, on something we could enjoy together. I was well aware of her desire to return to Italy, but I didn’t know she was setting money aside for that purpose. “You have an Italy fund?” I asked, though what I really wanted to know was whether I was included in her plan. “Oh yeah, I’ve been saving almost everything I’ve made working for Kate. It won’t be long before I have enough to spend a whole year there,” she answered with obvious excitement in her voice. “Wow, that’s a long time,” I said, preoccupied with the thought that nothing she said had hinted at me going with her. “Maybe I should start saving so I can go too.” Riley looked at me and her expression turned from happy and excited to serious and almost sad. She reached out and tenderly cupped my cheek. “Will, I love you, I really do, and I love being with you, but I don’t do well in long relationships. I get bored and start to feel restricted. When I go, it’ll be on my own. I want to be free to explore and experience and not have to worry about how it will affect someone else. I don’t want to hurt you, we can enjoy whatever time we have left together, but it will end when I’m ready to go,” she explained. I felt like I had just been punched in the stomach. I couldn’t breathe and I thought I might be sick. Riley had become my world and she was planning to cast me aside. I found myself panic stricken and unable to speak. Seeing the pain on my face, Riley kissed me softly and lifted my face so I was looking her in the eye. “Sorry Will, but I won’t lie to you. It’s better you know now than find out when I leave. I do love you, but I also know me, and I know that it won’t last. I’ll start to feel stuck and end up hurting you worse in the end. You only feel so strong for me because I was your first, but you’ll find someone else and get over me soon enough. You’ll see. You’re not the same shy virgin boy that stumbled into a strip joint for the first time. You’re a strong, confident man that knows how to please a woman, or a man, or both at the same time. You’ve come a long way while you’ve been with me, but there’s still so much you’ve never experienced and once I’m gone you’ll be free to explore on your own. You’ll be fine after I’m gone, trust me.” Riley smiled. Staring into the deep green pools of her eyes was somewhat calming and I no longer felt like I was suffocating. I believed her, I knew life would go on without her, but I also knew it wouldn’t be the same, but I did trust her and every other time she had said those words to me had benefitted me quite well. “I’ll never find anyone like you,” I protested. Riley lifted herself up and spoke enthusiastically, “No, not like me, but you will find someone different, and that’s the best thing in life; different people, different places, different experiences. Just think how your life would be if you hadn’t met me and experienced all the new things I have shown you? No matter what, promise me one thing, that you will always search out new things in life and never be afraid to try anything once.” I thought about what she said and slowly nodded as I considered her words. Going to kolej escort a strip joint had been a new experience for me, and that one new experience had led to so many more. It had opened up a whole new world to me. I realized there was so much more to this new world that I had yet to discover, and I wanted to discover every bit of it. I would prefer that Riley were there with me, but I could do it without her if I had to. “Do you promise?” she insisted when I didn’t reply. “Yes, I promise,” I smiled and pulled her to me. “Good, now let’s have some fun,” she said, getting up and pulling me to my feet. Riley led the way to the bedroom and started digging through the closet. “Get dressed, I want to go dancing,” she said, holding a small red dress up to her chest and checking it in the mirror. “I’m not much of a dancer,” I said, pulling on my jeans. “You’ll do fine,” Riley answered, tossing the dress on the bed and heading for the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup. I finished dressing, and realized how uncomfortable I was wearing clothes now. I had become accustomed to going nude around the house and now felt confined whenever I had to put clothes on. Riley returned and stretched the dress over her firm, tight body. The dress left her shoulders and cleavage bare and her nipples clearly showed through the stretched fabric. It was tight and clung to her flat stomach and hips and just barely covered her round ass and sweet pussy. Anytime she sat down or bent over everything was going to be on display and my cock twitched in my jeans. She was obviously planning to put on a show for me and whatever lucky person crossed our path. She slipped on a pair of matching stiletto heels and we were off. I drove to the only club I knew, besides Peeler’s, the one Sam’s band had played at the week before. The place was small with a long bar along one side, small booths down the opposite wall, about fifteen tables in the middle, and a small dance floor in the front corner. Warrant was playing on the jukebox and a thick haze of cigarette smoke hung in the air. There were a couple women and five or six men sitting at the bar and a group of ten or twelve around the pool tables in the back. As we approached the bar, a gray haired man turned and immediately perked up when he saw Riley. His dark eyes appraised every inch of her and a hungry grin spread over his leathery face. Riley smiled at him and climbed onto a barstool a few seats over. His gaze dropped to her crotch and his jaw dropped when it found her bare exposed pussy. Riley took her time, giving him a good long look before crossing her legs and turning toward the bar. The bartender placed napkins on the bar before us and the man spoke up. “I’m buying hers,” he announced. “Guess George is feeling generous, what’ll ya have?” the bartender grinned. Riley ordered a margarita and I decided to try something new and ordered a Jack and Coke. In the spirit of our talk, I wanted to try something new and Jack and Coke was the only drink I could think of. The bartender went to get our drinks and Riley turned toward George again, keeping her legs crossed this time. “Thank you, George, that was very sweet of you.” She batted her eyes. “My pleasure, honey,” George replied, never lifting his stare from her smooth bare legs. “I’m Riley,” she said, reaching her hand out to him and opening her thighs a little as she leaned forward. It took George a minute to look up from her crotch and gently squeeze her hand. “And this is my boyfriend, Will,” Riley added, closing her thighs and releasing his hand. George jumped as though he’d just been slapped and noticed me sitting there for the first time. “Nice ta meet ya,” he grumbled with a nod, turning back to his beer. The bartender brought our drinks and turned to George. “You gettin’ sihhiye escort bayan both, or just hers, George?” he asked. George looked sideways at him, but didn’t speak, and tossed a ten dollar bill on the bar. The bartender picked up the bill and grinned at me as he went to make change. I took a sip of my drink and grimaced as it burned in my mouth and throat. Riley leaned over and placed her hand on my thigh. “The first taste always burns,” she said. I took another drink and the burn was gone. I nodded to myself and took another drink. “I’m gonna go see what’s on the jukebox,” Riley said, slipping down from her stool. As she slid off the stool, her dress slid up, exposing her bare mound and firm ass cheeks. George’s head snapped around and Riley turned to give him a good look at her round ass before she pulled the dress down. A woman a few seats over from George noticed as she pulled the dress down and tapped the man beside her who turned to look. He stared at Riley’s now covered ass a little too long and the woman hit him on the shoulder. He turned back to her and shrugged as she admonished him with a scowl. George’s eyes were glued to Riley’s ass as she stood at the jukebox swaying her hips. She bent down to look closer at the song list and the dress rode up, partially exposing her ass. I looked over and saw the bartender staring at her too. The man with the woman was looking as well. Others seated at the bar noticed, and soon, everyone was staring. Riley punched in her song selections and, as Steve Miller began playing, she started to dance. She moved her body to the beat. She knew everyone was watching and she put on a show, gyrating her hips and twisting her body as she twirled about the dance floor. About halfway through the song, a tall woman got up from the bar and joined Riley on the dance floor. She had long dirty blonde hair and long legs. She was in her late thirties, her blue cotton shirt stretched tight over her full breasts, and her tight jeans molded to her wide, firm ass. The woman approached Riley and lifted her hands high above her head as she began gyrating her hips. I saw Riley’s lips form that devilish smile and her hands went to the woman’s hips as she moved closer. The woman smiled and leaned forward as she shook her tits in Riley’s face. Riley spun around behind the blonde and lifted her arms as she backed up and bumped her ass against the woman’s. “You pig!” The shouted words startled me and I turned to see where they had come from. I turned just in time to see the woman hit her husband again before, grabbing her purse and storming out. “Lesbo sluts!” she screeched as she passed the dance floor. Everybody at the bar stared at the man. He sighed, gulped the last of his beer, and slowly walked to the door. As the door closed behind him, everybody returned their attention to the show on the dance floor. Riley was now in front of the woman, facing away from her and grinding her ass back against into her hips. The woman held Riley’s hips and pressed her pelvis into her ass. Riley bent forward and I could see her dress had ridden up over her ass. The woman’s hand moved from her hip down below Riley’s ass and I knew her fingers had found her wet pussy. Riley straightened up, smoothly pulling the dress down as she did and leaned her head back into the woman’s tits. I couldn’t see the woman’s hand, but I knew it was still stroking Riley’s sweet slit by the expression on her face. As the song ended, the women spoke briefly before walking back to the bar. The woman smiled as she passed me and Riley climbed on her stool. “Hi George.” Riley smiled as she flashed him another long look at her now dripping pussy. George tried to respond, but all that came out was a dry mumble. “I need a drink after that,” Riley said, Escort sincan picking up her glass. Her hand went between my legs and squeezed my half hard shaft. “Hmm, George isn’t the only one that enjoyed that,” she giggled. I slipped a hand between her thighs and traced her moist lips with my finger. “Yeah, apparently,” I said. The tall blonde returned, carrying her drink. “Will, this is…” Riley paused in thought, “what’s your name?” The woman grinned and held out her hand. “Linda,” she said with a wide smile. Her index finger was still shining with Riley’s juices. I reached out to shake her hand and she smiled as she noticed the shine on my own finger. Riley introduced herself with a grin as she, too, shook Linda’s hand. I stood to rearrange the barstools for Linda to join us and as I did, I could feel her eyes roaming over my body and sizing me up. Her gaze lingered on my crotch and Riley reached over to squeeze my cock as it did. Linda smiled and Riley nodded. Linda looked to me for confirmation, before reaching down to do the same. “Mmm, nice.” She licked her lips. She released her hold on me and took a seat. As she did, I gave her the same long visual inspection she had given me. Her skin was smooth and tanned and the golden hairs on her arms gleamed like jewels against her dark flesh. Her large nipples poked through her bra and shirt. I licked my lips as I gazed at the plump mound contained within her tight jeans. I let my eyes wander back up over her breasts to her amber colored eyes and she nodded as her thighs moved apart. Taking my seat, I placed a hand on her thigh and let it slide up to her mound. I rubbed my fingers over her crotch and I could feel the heat through the thick material of her jeans. She closed her thighs, trapping my hand and pressing it harder into her sex. Riley scooted closer and placed my other hand on her own silky thigh. I moved straight to her moist lips and plunged a finger in. Linda stared hungrily at my finger plunging in and out of Riley’s dripping hole and gulped her drink as she rocked her warm slit on my other hand. The bartender interrupted, asking if we wanted another round and leaning over the bar to try to get a glimpse of what was going on. “Yeah, get us another round,” Linda said, her voice dry. When he was gone, she returned her eyes to my fingers in Riley’s pussy and in a hoarse whisper said, “Let me taste her.” With a grin I pulled my fingers from Riley’s pussy and lifted them slowly to Linda’s lips. Her lips closed around my shining fingers and her tongue licked at the taste as she sucked them clean. Her eyes closed and her thighs squeezed harder around my wrist as she began to tremble. She grabbed my shoulder and the bar to support herself as her hips jerked. The bartender returned with our drinks and stared as she gasped and shook one last time. He looked at each of us in turn and leaned far over the bar to see my hand between Linda’s clenched thighs. “Nice work, man,” he said, setting the drinks on the bar and walking away. Linda relaxed her thighs, releasing my hand and grabbed her drink. “God, that was good,” she gasped, taking a long drink. George was staring open-mouthed. Riley turned to him. “Was that good for you too, George?” she giggled, flashing her pussy at him again. George gulped his beer and shifted uncomfortably on his stool as he tried to hide the tent in his pants. Riley moved to the stool beside George and sat with her thighs spread wide, inviting him to push a thick calloused finger into her slick entrance. She leaned in to whisper in his ear as her hand went to his bulge and stroked him through his pants. George grunted and jumped as he came in his pants. With a giggle, Riley lightly kissed his cheek and returned to the stool beside me, leaving George with a dopey grin on his face and slick shining juices on his finger. “I think you just made his year,” Linda chuckled. “Just doing my good deed for the day.” Riley smiled, slipping her hand between my legs and giving my cock a squeeze. Linda’s gaze followed Riley’s hand and she, too, slipped her hand between my legs and cupped my balls.