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drinking and
talking about all the crazy things that had happened to us over the
year we lived together. We had grown close and that friendship was
about to end. You never mean for it to, but it always does. No one
stays in touch across the country, not with new husbands and lives.
At least, I knew that wasn’t me and I was losing my dear friend who
I had grown to admire and respect so much.
      Well, if she was
leaving then I wanted the two things that I had been secretly
wanting since we met. I wanted to learn how to strip and I wanted
to see if she could bring me the greatest orgasm I had ever had.
Many a man had left our apartment blown away by her talents and I
knew that she had been with women as well as men. Could she do the
same for me? Could she leave me going home with a “sure am glad I
came over tonight” stupid smile and not much else?
    The second bottle of wine had a good dent in
it when I felt brave enough to say, “You know how you offered to
teach me to strip? I’d like to learn before you leave. Who knows if
I will ever meet another ex-stripper who can teach me how to really
do it, not just one who’s found a way to get off rubbing against a
pole.” Linda laughed and said “We don’t have a pole but I can show
you how to do a floor dance and a lap dance if you’d like.” “That
could probably come in handy,” I replied and she hopped off the bed
onto the floor.
    I don’t really remember all the instructions
that came along with it but I do remember how she moved like she
was the most sexual creature in the world. Her physical appearance
didn’t matter. She owned anyone watching, including me. She was
rocking and grinding and twisting in ways that made my lower half
heat up and my nipples hard. She knew where this was going. I
didn’t move off the bed for fear she would smell how much I wanted
her at that moment. She just kept dancing for me. Fully clothed at
first, then she slowly peeled out of her shorts. Dancing in her
shirt, bra and panties. Her ass was perfect. Waitressing and
quickies had kept her in shape and toned. Her hands were touching
her body as she danced. Strippers knew exactly how to turn you on
as you watched, they had to if they wanted to eat well. Linda was
no exception. I had not known her when she worked the clubs and had
never before seen how amazing her body was and that look in her
eyes that told me she wanted this as much as I did but she was
going to make me wait for it. 
    Next, the shirt was unbuttoned one at a time
and she was dancing around in her black lace bra and panties with
her shirt over her shoulders like a cape swaying behind her. It was
beautiful. Then, the show took a turn. She went to the TV and began
to play the DVD in the background. “I need music for this part.”
The video did provide music but also the moans and pleasure sounds
of the two perfect women who were about to take turns on one
another’s best parts. Linda dropped the shirt on that end of the
bed, so that I was watching her and the two girls in the
background. She knew exactly where this was going and knew that if
I was going to chicken out, it would have been right then. She was
good.
    Seeing that this was not going to stop
anytime soon, she handed me my wine glass, poured some, drank it
down and then refilled it for me this time. “While you watch the
show.” As she handed me the glass with her left hand, my crotch
shot up to attention. There was a pressure different from that of
just pent up excitement. When she reached for the wine, she also
grabbed her vibrator and stuck it in between my legs with her right
hand as she handed me the glass with her left. That sneaky bitch.
It wasn’t on, yet, but it was pushing against me in the just the
wrong spot. I drank half the glass, licked my lips, and moved my
right leg to get more comfortable with the piece of plastic that
was causing me to soak through my cotton panties. Linda took that
as a good sign—which it was—and continued to