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Meeting James Chapter Seven

Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Melanieatplay, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

James, Flame, and I were lying in bed together. James had his arms around me, pulling me tight against him, but after several minutes I could tell from his breathing that he had fallen asleep, which left Flame and I smiling and looking into each other’s eyes. I spoke softly so I wouldn’t wake James, “Would you like to go into the other room?” I watched as she silently shook her head up and down then turned and gracefully exited the bed. I very carefully slid out from under James’ arm and followed her out to the great room of the suite. Once there, I watched as she slipped her tank top back on, which came down just a bit below the cheeks of her ass. I looked around and saw one of James’ T-Shirts draped over one of the chairs and I slipped that on. As it passed over my head, I could smell his manly scent. I couldn’t think of anything that turned me on more than how he smelled. I watched as Flame looked around, studying the large suite and I instantly felt like a bad hostess. “Would you like something to drink?” I asked her. “I haven’t eaten anything since lunch, do you think there is a convenience store still open so I can buy a bag of chips?” She asked. I thought for a moment, a bag of chips didn’t sound like a good meal. “I saw a menu on the table, what if we ordered something from room service?” I said. “I don’t have any money besides the hundreds that your boyfriend gave me, will they take cash?” “Nonsense,” I said. “You’re our guest, and we’ll just charge it to the room.” ... I looked into her beautiful green eyes and saw a look that I couldn’t place easily. It was part gratitude, but more than that. I got the feeling that it had been a long time since someone had done something nice for her, or showed her any type of compassion. I grabbed the menu off the table and we both sat down on the large couch, our thighs gently touching. We both looked over the menu for several minutes, and then I spoke softly. “What looks good?” “I think that cheeseburger would be perfect,” she said, pointing at the picture in the menu. I wasn’t really that hungry because of the big meal I ate at the Gastropub earlier, but I thought it would be rude if I didn’t order anything and made her eat alone. I leaned over and picked up the room phone and called in our order. Because James had put me on his hotel account, I was able to make purchases and charge them to the room. There was a minute of awkward silence. How much do you pry and ask a dancer about her personal life, I thought. I decided to just treat her like I would anyone else I had just met. “Have you lived in Las Vegas long?” I asked politely. “About two years,” she said hesitantly. The way she replied made me think I might have overstepped the line with my question. “We don’t have to talk about that, it’s not my place to...” “No, Melanie, it’s ok. Actually, it’s nice that you care enough to ask,” she said softly. “I moved here from Omaha with my boyfriend. He was older than me, twenty-four when we met and we both ...