Pete

It's time for your meeting with Pete, "the stallion", and the anticipation already makes you tremble. You quickly think about Dave, and where he was yesterday, but you decide that, in the end, you don't care. This evening is not about Dave. This is about you.

As you drive to the address Pete gave you yesterday, your thoughts circle around the question of what awaits you. You only half listen to the radio news. Something about a famous senator being caught in a sex scandal, and something about a famous female journalist who wants to concentrate on her life as housewife. Nothing really important.

You park your car in front of Pete's house, and you drop the car keys twice as you get out. Wow. You are really nervous.

You are dimly aware that you did not have time to change clothes and wonder if it would have been appropriate to dress up a bit for this date, as Pete opens his door. He turns out to be a tall, athletic young man with dark hair and tanned skin. His shirt sits rather tight on his muscular chest. He smiles at you.

You immediatly catch yourself how your eyes wander down to his pants. But you can't help yourself.

Pete laughs, and its a deep, manly sound. "I wanted to offer you a drink, but I see you are already set on the big surprise!", he says.

Your throat feels dry, you look up to him and try to smile. "A... a... dr... drink would be n... nice." Why are you stammering? Pete bids you inside, vanishes in the kitchen and comes back with two glasses. You gulp down whatever is in there with a big swallow. It burns in your throat. Must have been something strong. A warm feeling rushes through your body and into your head. You sigh.

Pete laughs again. "Nervous, princess?", he asks.

"Why would I be?", you manage to ask without stammering.

"Because you will remember this night for the rest of your life." He grins.

"Oh." Your stomach flutters again.

"Strip!", he says.