The Stripper Sex Chronicles - Part One

Warning:  This story series will contain scenes of a sexual nature. If this offends you, please don't continue reading it.  (although this first episode is pretty tame)

I had more sex with more different women during my first year of grad school at the University of Oklahoma than at any other time of my life.  The reasons were varied but mostly hinged on my friend, Dylan. 

As part of the requirements for one of my scholarships I had to work in my field within the University Programs.  The U operated an outreach  for academic help to local junior colleges as part of a grant program and the Dean put me in charge of the Weekend Mathematics Laboratory at a local community college.  It was a great job.  I got to help students with everything from arithmetic to differentials and I had a small crew of talented undergrad students to assist me.  The student body had a range between high school kids picking up college credits to retirees returning to school in their free time, so I learned all the different ways of connecting to people and explaining what to them were very difficult concepts.

My best assistant was Dylan.  He was mentally quick enough but his real talent was in his patience.  He'd sit with someone and listen to how they thought things ought to work and then be able to explain in their way how to tackle problems differently.  He had this really cool way of gazing right at someone and making them feel as if they were the only person in the room. Oh, he was also a pretty attractive man. He had Hollywood hair, almost mussed, dark.  He always wore shorts to show off tattoos on his calves – a snake coiled around a dagger and a roses dripping blood.

More than one girl came into the lab just to sit next to Dylan.  Once, less than a week after I met him, he came running over to me.

“I have to go for a while.”

“You just started work,” I said. He'd been helping this thin brunette girl for less than ten minutes.

“I'll be back.  I just have to go. Now.”  He was nodding in the direction of the door.  The brunette was standing there with her book bag over her shoulder.

“Is that your girlfriend?” I asked.

“No, I just met her.”

“Just now?”

“Yes, and I really have to go with her.  I'll explain later.”

So the two of them left the school and hopped on Dylan's Harley.  A couple hours later he returned and told me about their trip to a campground outside town.  That's how easy it was for Dylan to pick up girls.

One weekend a month Dylan had National Guard duty.  On those weekends I'd have to tell several disappointed girls that Dylan wasn't scheduled and that if they really needed math help someone else would be happy to assist them.  More often than not those attractive young women would just wander away. 

But when I asked Dylan about all these girls, he'd nod and smile but he claimed that these girls and the sex were just diversionary.  He knew what his life had in store and he claimed his heart belonged to a beautiful girl named Misty.   She'd dropped out of school because she'd been discovered by a modeling agency and was now in California doing photo shoots. 

“I talk to her on the phone every week,” he said.  His sincerity always seemed real, but when he talked about Misty it seemed even more real if that's possible.

“What if she never comes back to Oklahoma?” I asked.

“Then I'll finish my degree and move out to California.  She's the only girl for me.”

“What about all these other girls?” I asked him. 

“A guy's got to stay in practice,” he said and I guess I understood him.

About two months after I met him, Dylan came to me with an interesting proposition.  “I've found a house. The rent's unbelievably low, the place is fantastic, and I just need a roommate.”

I was looking for a new place to live. My apartment was too expensive for what I was getting and my lease was coming up for renewal.  But living with Dylan?  I didn't know about that.

“And there's this really hot chick across the street who mows her lawn in a bikini.”

“A bikini?” I asked.

“Yellow,” he said.

“I'm in.”

Comments

[a rose is a rose]

how could dylan afford a fatboy (well don't know that it was a fatboy, but the harley)?

[Cherise]

All it took was the promise of a chick in a bikini? You are so easy! ;)

[CV Rick]

rose, we'll get to that answer in a few weeks.

cherise, that's all it ever takes.

[jane]

I like how you have a photo of Matt Dillon for the Dylan story.

Looking forward to the rest of the story!