Stacy sits in a small restaurant at lunch. The remains of her sandwich lie on a plate at the corner of her table. She stares at her laptop screen trying to improve her resume, yet again. Her work experience is pretty much blank. Ugh, I can’t get two years of experience, if no one will hire someone without two years of experience! Stacy saves the document and tries to write out some of her assets, but her eyes are drawn across the restaurant. The waitress who usually works the day shift is here. Stacy can never stop herself from staring. The girl is gorgeous. Golden brown hair falls gently over her shoulders. She has big eyes and a little button nose. Her cute pink lips look irresistibly delicious. The waitress notices Stacy’s empty plate and approaches with a smile. Stacy pretends to go back to work on her computer. “All done with this?” the waitress asks, a cute lilt in her voice. Stacy tries to make eye contact but chickens out. She tries to speak but nothing happens. She quickly manages to nod her head, still unable to look the girl in the eyes. What is wrong with you Stacy? The waitress picks up Stacy’s plate, not missing a beat. “You must really like the food here huh? You’ve been in here almost everyday for the past couple of weeks,” she teases. Stacy takes a deep breath and clears her throat. She bravely lifts her head to her adorable server. “It’s um, a really nice… atmosphere in here. You know… to be in. Work in.” “I like it too,” the waitress adds casually. “Well, let me know if I can get you anything else, alright dear?” Stacy’s stomach is in knots. Oh my god… she called me dear! What does she mean by that? Does she say that to everyone? She must… that’s just something waitresses say. Just… just ask her if she’d like to get a drink sometime. That’s easy! The waitress carries Stacy’s plate back to the kitchen. Her navy skirt bounces as she walks, exposing her impossibly smooth skin. The intense nervous ache in Stacy’s stomach turns sour with disappointment. Goddamn, get a hold of yourself. You’re supposed to be working on finding a real job, not dreaming about some girl you’re too scared to even talk to! ~~~~~~ Stacy unlocks the door to her small basement apartment, frustrated. The place is a little cramped and a bit messy, but not too bad. It’s pretty much just a bedroom with a tiny kitchenette around the corner. She drops her laptop on her desk and looks around the room. She notices herself in the mirror. Her long, dark, chestnut hair looks unbrushed. Her milky skin is pale in the poorly lit basement. She frowns. I’ve got to stop going there… it’s only depressing me. Stacy turns around and takes off her jeans. Her strong, slender legs are even paler than her face. I need a tan… she has a bit of a tan… Stacy’s mind runs back to the girl she can’t stop thinking about. The nervous energy that’s been boiling inside her all afternoon is evident by how turned on she’s gotten. She can’t help but squeeze her left breast. The hard nipple pushing into her hand tingles with delight and need. Come on, you have work to do. And you’ve got to work out today too! Stacy’s Escort Karaköy other hand falls down to her white panties. The dampness between her legs calls to her as she traces the outline of her engorged lips through the soft fabric. She bites into her bottom lip, trying to suppress the urge to put her fingers down inside her panties. She squeezes her breast tighter. It only causes the pressure inside her to grow. I wonder what it would be like to kiss her… to press her body into mine… Stacy’s fingers pull her panties to the side as she gets lost in her imagination. I would do anything to get to kiss her neck… to suck on her nipples… even just one of them. Stacy’s fingers find her wet lips. They threaten to push gently inside. I bet she has the cutest little tongue. I would let her do anything with it… Stacy’s breathing becomes shallow and her hands get clammy. Wrap your legs around me…grab my ass and… put your fingers… Stacy’s fingers play with her moist, trembling lips. …Inside me… Stacy bites her lip hard as she’s about to sink her tips into her honey. You have to go running Stacy! “Goddamnit… I hate myself.” ~~~~~~ Stacy runs through the park. She’s in her running outfit. It’s almost too dorky looking. Her shorts and top are a matching bright blue and she’s got sweat bands on her head and wrists. Her hair sits in a ponytail as she jogs. She’s not as timid as she looked before. She carries a slight fierceness in her eyes as she pushes herself up a hill. Breathing harder now, she feels her calves start to really burn. Keep going. Keep going. Don’t even think about stopping. You have to do this! Stacy is sweating hard and still going. Every muscle in her body sears with pain. You coward. This is what you get. Stacy struggles up an even larger, steeper hill. Come on, prove you aren’t scared. Prove you can do this. If you can do this, you can do anything. Her lungs scream for relief. It feels like there’s acid streaming through her veins. She keeps going. She reaches the top and shrieks with relief. A man walking his dog passes by her. He gives her a weird look. She’s too tired to be embarrassed as she hunches over to catch her breath. On the way home, she passes the restaurant. The waitress is still there, cleaning tables on the patio. Despite her exhaustion, Stacy’s nerves make her stomach uncomfortable. Come on. You have to do this. You have to talk to her. Or you’ll never forgive yourself… ~~~~~~ Stacy finishes a hot shower and blow dries her hair. She lays out a bunch of outfits on her bed as she tries to decide on one. Cute? Or Sexy…? ~~~~~~ Stacy waits across the street from the restaurant. She takes a deep breath. She stands somewhat awkwardly in her barely-worn heels and fiddles with the bottom of her dress, trying to make it hang properly. Her hair is brushed over her shoulders and held in place by two hair clips. They’re adorned with little pink bows. Stacy’s nervousness starts turning to fear and she thinks about turning around. Just walk forward. Don’t think about anything else! Stacy’s feet begin to move, slowly. The Kayaşehir escort warm air flows between her legs and up her dress. She feels naked, but pretty. As soon as she walks through the front doors she feels like throwing up. Oh god, I can’t do this… it’s too much. God, I’m such a loser. The waitress walks by the entrance and notices Stacy. She smiles, surprised. “Back again so soon?” She inquires, cutely. Stacy doesn’t know what to say. She feels stupid and awkward. “Just can’t get enough of me huh?” The waitress teases. Stacy blushes. She tries to speak, but the panic in her mind and the beating in her chest paralyzes her. “I’m just teasing. I shouldn’t be giving you a hard time like this. You’re a regular! Table for one?” The waitress asks, opening her beautiful eyes widely. Not again. You’re pathetic. Come on. You can do this! Look at what you put yourself through today. You conquered that hill, just ask her! Stacy begins to speak, but stares at the floor, unable to make eye contact. “I was wondering if you’d like to get a drink with me maybe, sometime?” Stacy mutters. Her hands are twisted together tightly in front of her pink dress. She feels like she just fell out of a plane. She can’t feel her feet. Weightless. The waitress begins to blush a little. She clearly doesn’t know what to say. Oh no… what have I done? Now all Stacy can feel is panic and anxiety filling her stomach and chest. It’s overwhelming. “I don’t think… I mean… that’s really sweet of you but…” The waitress mumbles before stopping herself. She really looks at Stacey for a moment. Something in her mind begins to shift. Her eyes glimmer just slightly. “Why don’t you come back tonight, when I’m done work. 6pm. Does that work for you?… Sorry I don’t know your name.” Stacy comes back to life. Am I hallucinating? tonight? Really? Oh… oh my… “Um, what? Sorry?” Stacy sputters. The waitress laughs. “I’m Becca. What’s your name?” “Oh! Umm… Stacy! Hi Becca. Um, yes, I mean, tonight. 6 o’ clock. I’ll come by then!” Stacy announces, horribly awkward. “Yes. We can get something to eat and have a drink. But, um, not here! Anywhere but here, hah!” Stacy nods. She can’t seem to get anything out of her throat anymore. It’s tighter than she’s ever felt it. She smiles and heads out the door, unable to say goodbye properly. She gets outside and exhales desperately. I did it! I can’t believe it! I can’t believe she said yes… Oh god… How am I going to get through a whole date with her? I can barely look her in the eyes! ~~~~~~ Stacy checks her phone. 6:03pm She waits nervously outside the restaurant. She’s wearing the same outfit as earlier; her pink dress and heels. I wonder if I should have changed… Oh God… is she gonna think I’m weird for wearing the same thing? Stacy’s stomach churns painfully. She can feel herself becoming uncomfortably hot and anxious. What am I doing!? Becca pops out the front doors, still wearing her work clothes. All of the waitresses here have to wear a similar ensemble; black flats, dark nylons or knee socks and a kilt or buttoned skirt. Becca’s short-sleeved, Küçükçekmece escort bayan black shirt is unbuttoned at the top now, revealing just a hint of her bosom. Almost out of habit, Stacy stares at her date, unable to believe how well the outfit fits her. Oh God you’re beautiful… “Ready to go Stacy?” Becca asks, a big smile across her adorable face. Stacy nods, shaking herself from her gawking, “Yep! Becca.” “I thought you looked, well, look really pretty by the way. I love that outfit,” Becca admits. Stacy blushes again. Oh my… she’s so nice… focus! Focus on not saying anything stupid! “Where you eat?” Stacy blurts. Fuck… Becca giggles, clearly aware of how nervous Stacy is around her. “I mean… where would you like to eat?” Stacy asks, carefully. “Anywhere is fine. How about right there?” Becca suggests, pointing just across the street. “Oh sure! Why not?” Stacy says, trying to sound casual. “Are you always this nervous around people?” Becca teases. Stacy feels her face get warm, embarrassed. “No,” she admits. Becca giggles as she puts her arm through Stacy’s. Her skin is so… soft… Stacy forgets to breathe for a moment as the girl’s pretty arm embraces hers. “I’ll take it as a compliment then. Come on!” Becca pulls Stacy to the nice bar across the street. ~~~~~~ Becca and Stacy sit across from each other at a small table. The bar isn’t too loud, but Stacy leans forward in her chair. She can almost taste Becca’s sweet breath as the girl talks. “Yeah, anyways, thanks for inviting me out. I’ve wanted to have a few more friends in this area,” Becca explains. As Stacy hears the words, panic sets in. Oh god… friends? Oh no! She thinks… Oh god I’m an idiot… “I’m just kidding. This is a date right?” Becca giggles, looking to Stacy with her giant eyes. Stacy’s body relaxes again. She can feel her pulse beating in her neck. “Yes… um… I thought it was a date…” Stacy mumbles. “Good. Glad we got that cleared up. I’m sorry, I’ll stop teasing you so much. I’m just trying to help you relax.” Stacy nods with an embarrassed smile and takes a deep breath. “So, how long have you worked there as a waitress?” Stacy asks, trying to take the focus off her. Becca smiles. She crosses her legs and her foot accidentally rubs against Stacy’s under the table. She keeps it there. “About a year. After college I moved to the city and have just been saving some money while I figure out what I really want to do, you know?” Becca explains casually, keeping her eyes locked on Stacy. Stacy can barely focus, the feeling of Becca’s leg resting against her’s is sending lightning bolts of excitement into her belly. My goodness she’s pretty. I want to hold her… I want… “What about you?” Becca asks. “I uh… Um, well I’ve been working part time. Just a boring job, while I look for something better. Really my first time living on my own. I kind of like it.” Becca stares into Stacy’s eyes as she listens. Stacy suddenly feels incredibly self-conscious. “I kind of like you,” Becca admits. Stacy blushes wildly. Am I dreaming? Where am I? ~~~~~ Stacy and Becca walk down the street from the bar. Despite not drinking very much, Stacy can feel herself beginning to relax a little. She feels Becca’s hand subtly bouncing against her own. Every time it glances off her skin, she feels pure excitement shoot through her body. Just hold her hand… just grab it. Stacy looks down and clasps Becca’s hand in hers.