Love Under Red Lights

By B.J. Boyd

Nate Sanderson, an 18 year old American ex-patriot, has gone to Amsterdam's red light district to lose his virginity. Much to his surprise, he sees Roos Aalders, his 20 year old Dutch neighbor, working one of the windows. When she tries to wave him over, he loses his nerve and runs away. The next day, she confronts him and confesses feelings for him and asks why he was seeking the services of a prostitute.

WARNING! This 4000 word short story contains graphic depictions of sex between consenting adults. It is intended only for mature readers over the age of 18.

Excerpt:

Having just turned 18 six months prior, Nate Sanderson walked up and down Amsterdam’s red light district. He glanced nervously from window to window, not sure exactly what to do or which woman to pick. Most of the prostitutes looked like they came from Albania, Bosnia, or other Eastern European countries. No matter, many of them were beautiful in all their half-nude glory and in their red-lit windows. It made his decision much harder, he realized. After all, he only needed one of them to take his virginity away, and yet he couldn’t decide. If he was going to pay to lose his cherry, he wanted to make sure he picked the most beautiful girl there – partly to make the experience as memorable as possible. Yet, the illicit nature of hiring a hooker actually scared him to death, so he had trouble even looking at the women. Only, he didn’t know how much weirder things were about to become.

He had walked up and back the length the district five times, already. He only tried to look at the women through the corner of his vision, because if he committed his eyes, they’d beckon him, try and entice them over. Sure, maybe that was the point, but something inside him didn’t want to go through with it. Tourists, other ex-patriots, and Dutch people milled about him, window shopping. He was almost content to just watch people come and go, but he stopped walking once her heard somebody loudly banging on a window. Out of curiosity, he turned to see what was going on. That’s when he felt as if all the blood rushed out of his face.

Roos Aalders, his 20 year old Dutch neighbor, stood behind one of the neon red windows and enthusiastically grinned and waved at him. She wore only a purple bra, purple panties, and a lacy garter belt that held up her sheer stockings. Her straight brown hair hung down past his shoulder, for a long moment, he just stared at her, dumbfounded. Up until that point, he never really knew what she did for a living. Most times, they idly chatted together at either bar or a cafe near their apartment building in Zeeburg. Half the time, she claimed she wanted to test her English fluency by talking to him. Whatever her reason, Nate had been happy to spend any time at all with her. Part of him even thought he loved her, but he didn’t know how to even tell if it were an idle crush or something more serious.

Still, now, in a red light district, he looked at her cute face, realizing how much he had often fantasized about her. The thought of being with her – mingled with seeing her provocatively dressed – excited him, but only half way. An erection began to stiffen in his pants, but it wasn’t total, absolute, or complete. Roos enthusiastically continued to try and wave him over, but a profound sense of shame swept through him. Turning, he walked away, getting out of the red light district as quick as he could without breaking into a run.

On the tram back to Zeeburg and his home, he tried to not think about her at all. Although, that was futile. What would happen the next time he saw her? What would she say to him? What would he say to her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: SmutHouse
• Release date: Nov 27, 2012

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