Club 18 -Stucky Au-

Birthday Boy

"Happy birthday, Steve!" Jamie called in her usual sing-song voice.
Jamie is my best, and only friend. She turned 21 months ago and finally I have too.

She sets down a cupcake in front of me. It has a picture of a dog on it saying 'I ruff you'

"That's so cheesy, it's making me sick." I laugh before putting it all in my mouth in one go. (A/N won't be the last time ;) ) Needless to say it's delicious.

"So," Jamie says through a mouthful of her own cake ," Do you wanna go to Club 18 and get yourself some ass?"

I choke slightly. "J' you know I don't want just a booty call. And I don't think clubs are really my scene."

She licks the icing from her fingers then says, "Babe, trust me. Club 18 will be just your style. And c'mon even if you didn't find the perfect someone, it'd still be nice to get laid."

"Eh.. I don't know.." I trail off.

Club 18 is a LGBTQ+ night club. Straight people still go, despite this. Unless they bother someone it's never really a problem, though.

Jamie informed me that you can asked to wear a little sticker with your sexual preferences are, basically your sexuality. You can only be admitted if you're 21 to 35 years old. It's a tad bit strict I suppose. But it's still an extremely popular place.

Jamie frequently goes there with her boyfriend. The two always return drunk or often with another person. They then proceed to have noisy sex until the early morning hours.
The events are uncomfortable for me because we share an apartment.

She gives me a half hug before saying, "Why don't we just go for a few hours tomorrow night to try it out? If you don't like it we can leave."

I smile and nod. I could stand to do a few hours.

"Okay, great! Now time for your present."
Jamie smiles cheekily and hands me a little bag.

I pull out the tissue paper and dramatically say "Wow Jamie, it's what I've always wanted. Tissue paper!"

Jamie punches me with a loose fist and urges me to hurry it up.

I pull a piece aside and there's a little golden chain necklace with a quarter moon on it. It's edges are a bright turquoise and the entire piece glimmers beautifully, even in the dull light emitting from the lamp.

"Oh my god, this is amazing. Thank you so much!"
I pull her into a tight embrace and kiss her cheek. I'm smiling widely as I allow her to clasp it shut around my neck.

"You're welcome, and there's one more gift."

I collect myself and continue to take the rest of the paper out. At the bottom of the bag is a black piece of fabric. Confused, I pick it up and untangle it from itself.

It's a pair of lacy black panties.

I let the fabric fall back into the bag.

"Jamie what the fuck is that ?! Is it clean? Why did you give it to me?" I'm choking on laughter and I'm too startled to think clearly.

Jamie's laughing hard as well.

"Oh Stevie, you're so fucking innocent. Yes they're clean and new. I bought them for you. It's for when you get some hot man ass or when you wanna look fine as hell on your own."

"I can't believe you bought them. I am so not wearing that." I pick them up again. The fabric is very soft I have to admit. I mean, it could be comfortable..

"Aw.. so you won't wear my gift.." Jamie sniffles and gives me a puppy dog look.

"Ugh. Fine, you guilt tripping bitch." I laugh and give her a final hug. We sit up and watch Netflix for a while before getting up to go to bed. It was a small birthday party, but I loved it nonetheless.

After saying our goodnights, I retire to my room.

The panties were laying on my bed where I had tossed them earlier. I pick up the lacy garment.

Well there's no harm in seeing how I look in it. I tug off my sweat pants and underwear before putting them on.
The lace is really soft and they're actually more comfortable than I thought.

I turn to look in the mirror.

Goddamn, I look hot as fuck.

They don't leave much to the imagination but they do look classy in a way.

Whoever sees me in these are going to love it I can already tell. But, thinking this opens up something else.

I mean what if it only ends up being a hookup? I haven't dated someone in almost a year and a half. And I only ended that relationship because apparently they didn't love me enough not to cheat on me.

I want something better. A guy who gets me and won't cheat on me. Someone who actually loves me.

In my last so-called 'relationship' , I was never more than sex to him. I don't want that.

Maybe I will meet someone at the club. Maybe, he will be my forever. I just know it won't be like last time. I won't allow it.

This is a lot of wishful thinking just for one night at the club.

I'm just getting ahead of myself.

Sighing, I pull off the panties and slip back into my other clothes. I fold them up and shove them in my drawer.

I flick off the lights and get into bed. The covers are cold but I quickly warm them. My eyes are heavy with sleep. Finally, my body gives in. I fall asleep with my last thought being,

'Hopefully he's dominant, because those panties will go well with me tied to a headboard.'

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A/N

So here is the start of my very first fan fiction. I hope you all will enjoy it :)
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Cheers my little rats ~

- jiann