1. Materialistic Slut


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Innocentgirl29, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    It is Friday evening and I’m out with my usual group of friends chatting and joking in the pub. There are seven of us, four girls and three guys, but only one couple within the group and we have all been friends for many years. We’re sitting in a circle and there’s me, I’m Angie, a blonde hair, blue eyed, curvy girl while sitting next to me is Neil who is central to this story. He is a handsome, bald man of medium build with a ready smile and a twinkle in his eye and who I have always secretly fancied. As we’re chatting and generally putting the world to rights (like good friends do), the subject eventually gets around to money. We all agree that as things are getting tighter we will just have to cut down more and treats will be few and far between. I decide not to comment further and just listen but as we are talking I can feel Neil’s eyes on me. I don’t look at him, I just sit with my head down and my lips pursed. I need to move on from this subject so when there is a slight pause in the conversation, I take it as my cue to stand and offer to buy my round of drinks. Neil, ever helpful, is quick to provide some assistance and follows me to the bar. As we’re waiting to be served he turns to me and asks, "You seemed rather quiet over there Angie, are you okay?" Feeling rather embarrassed I give my reply while fiddling with my fingers. "No, not really Neil, things are very difficult at the moment and I miss shopping and buying new clothes and bags, all the girly things. Silly I ...
    know, but I do miss it. It’s tough". Neil nods sagely but doesn’t speak. The evening wears on with more silly conversations and laughter which help me forget my financial woes. Finally the bell rings for last orders, bet we decline and grab our coats. As always, Neil asks if anyone would like a lift home, and it’s an offer which I gratefully accept. When I’m the last passenger left in the car he asks me again about our earlier conversation and money being tight. I joke that if things get much worse I might have to start selling my body to buy shoes and we both laugh but I’m sure I can sense that thought going through his mind. The next week and out of the blue I get a call from Neil asking me out for coffee. I agree and we meet in this lovely little coffee shop on the High Street where we have met several times before. We have the usual chit chat and small talk and then he asks me something which takes me aback to say the least. "Are you really joking or did you fancy making a bit of money on the side for bags and shoes?" asks Neil, with a smirk on his face. I just laugh it off, giggling "Oh Neil, although we are great friends if I was planning on sleeping with you I wouldn't charge!" Neil smiles at me, leans over closer to me and whispers, "It’s not me but a guy I know at work. He’s been complaining that he is in a long dry spell and if it goes on much longer he’s told me he is going to end up paying someone". Understandably I am shocked that he is even thinking about this, ...
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