Sandy wasn't entirely sure that this was a good idea, sat at the Butcher's pub, her local bar and a hot spot for the town's gay talent, but as it was her best friend Gina's birthday she'd felt pressurised into coming down for a drink, so here she was, sat at the bar in tracksuit bottoms and a band t-shirt, with a bottle of beer in one hand and her phone in the other, cursing at Gina's inability to tell the time.
'I'll be there in ten minutes.' That had been an hour ago, and Gina had just messaged Sandy an update;
'Almost ready, I'll be an hour.'
For fucks sake. Sandy couldn't remember why she was best friends with such an idiot. Oh wait, yes she could. She was the only other person about Sandy's little... problem.
She was about to message back and tell Gina she would be heading home as she was 'feeling unwell' when Sandy almost fell off her stool as somebody unexpectedly tapped her on the shoulder.
"Fuck!" Luckily, her beer was half empty and none of it spilled onto her.
'Lucky,' she thought, 'that could have been awkward."
Swivelling her stool, Sandy turned around to see who'd touched her to be greeted by possibly the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen, her long, straight black hair falling to her hips, her hips themselves being well presented in a skin-tight black dress, which also showed Gina this Goddess before her had cleavage to spare. Her blue eyes were radiant, more captivating due to the contrast with the husky shades of her skin.
"Hey," the vision before Sandy said, "I hope you don't think I'm rude, I just wanted to tell you how awesome your shirt is. I fucking love Slayer!"
"Oh," Sandy laughed, "yeah, they're a great band. I also love your outfit, it's I mean, your, well, you look amazing."
Giggling, the woman signaled to the hovering bartender for a beer. "Oh yeah, but it took me ages to do the makeup and wriggle into the dress. You look stunning and you're not even trying!
Not sure how to take compliments, Sandy's usually pale white skin turned such a deep red the traffic outside immediately stopped. She had considered putting some eyeliner on but had thought that for the sake of ten minutes, she couldn't be bothered. Fucking Gina. Fuck, she could also feel something else.
'Come on Sandy,' she insisted internally, 'play it cool, relax, it's only a woman...'
"I'm Charlotte by the way." Holding out her hand, Sandy returned the shake and felt a tingle run through her body at the touch. "Mind if I sit here?"
Sandy was touched, the seat next to her had been empty the whole time, but unlike a lot of people, mainly men even in Butchers, no one had ever asked her permission to sit with her.
"Go ahead," Sandy replied, taking a swig of her beer and trying not to stare at Charlotte's ridiculous cleavage as she bent slightly to get on the seat.
The next hour was spent in what Sandy could only remember as one of the most amazing conversations of her life, yet if you asked her what it was about she would only be able to tell you how Charlotte looked, her dusky skin proving a huge attraction. It was only when Sandy's phone went off that she remembered she was supposed to be waiting for Gina. Oh, great, another text.
'Hey babe, won't be coming, met Alan outside. Gonna get some DICK! Xxx'
"What a dick." Sandy snarled.
"Why's that?" Charlotte asked, one hand delicately holding a cocktail glass, the other very gently stroking Sandy's knee over her very un-sexy tracksuit bottoms.
"Oh, just my friend standing me up so she can get laid." Sandy moaned.
"Well," Charlotte said, leaning in to whisper into Sandy's ear, "maybe she might not be the only one."
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! She was so fit. Why was she going to have to turn her down?
"Look, I'd love to," Sandy said, swirling her beer bottle nervously and looking at the floor in embarrassment, "but I've... I've got an issue..."
"Does it stop your tongue from making me cum hard?" Sandy's eyes snapped up, looking directly into Charlotte's eyes, deep and blue as the sea, this beautiful woman with her curvaceous body and full, luscious lips wanted to fuck her.
"Well, no..." Sandy stammered.
"Well then," at that Charlotte stood up from her chair holding Sandy's hand, "there's no problem is there? I only live around the corner."
There was no way Sandy could say no, but she did get a caveat before she agreed to leave with Charlotte. "Okay, but promise, when we get to yours, I get naked first."
Her eyes sparkling, Charlotte agreed immediately. Hands still entwined, they marched off, Sandy biting her lip in both anticipation and fear that, after years of hiding, someone else was going to learn about her affliction.
Sandy almost laughed when Charlotte brought her to her building. They lived in the same goddamn apartment block! How in hell had she not seen such a hotty before? While Sandy lived on the third floor, Charlotte lived at the top on the fifth floor in the penthouse.
Sandy gasped in amazement when she walked in. Her apartment was a third of the floor, while this place took up the whole thing! It was massive!
