I was at this bar with a couple of co-workers having a drink after work. The bar scene isn't really my thing, so I had planned to only stay for a couple. My eyes wander the scene for some people watching.
I notice briefly a couple stools away, this girl getting hit on. Standing with her back to the bar, I sense he's invading her space. She looks as though she's uncomfortable, trapped into talking to this guy. She moves to gain space, claims she's looking for her friends she came with. At this point, I turned my head away trying not to eavesdrop.
Suddenly, I look over as I feel someone nestled up against me, feeling a hand reach underneath my arm which is resting on the bar, then glide down my forearm, coming to rest on my left wrist.
"Oh, you know, I just found my friend, so..."
The woman lies, trying to use me in her escape.
As she gestures, looking over at me and in seeing the situation, I say,
"Oh there you are, was the line for the ladies room that long?"
"No, I just got caught up talking on the way back." She responds, then turns to the persistent stranger to dismiss him.
"It was nice to meet you, take care."
Then she turns away from him back to me without waiting for a response. So he leaves.
"Thanks." She simply said as she pulled her hand back and signaled the bartender for a drink.
"Some guys just can't take those subtle friendly hints, that we're just being polite." She adds.
"Hey no problem, happy to help." I say.
"I'm just going to chill here for a minute to be sure the coast is clear if you don't mind." She says.
The bartender comes over for the drink order.
"I'll have a Draft. And bring him another round of whatever he ordered please."
She says motioning in my direction.
"Thanks, that's nice of you." I respond.
"You're welcome. It's the least I can do, that guy would've never gone away otherwise, so I appreciate you playing along."
Our drinks arrive. I raise my glass, and she mirrored the gesture.
"I'm Ryan by the way."
"Samantha..er Sam." She replies.
We sat and talked for a while, sipping our drinks. The standard 'get to know you' small talk. Discussion of music came around, and the conversation just flowed so easily. Touching on genre, concerts, and specific works made it so effortless given the common interest.
I mentioned that I enjoy playing guitar, just a hobby I toy around with.
Sam offered, "You know, I sometimes go to this little spot that has amateur night for local performers. It's really a fun time, with a great supportive vibe. Depending on the night, there's singer/songwriter performances, poetry readings, that sort of thing. Might be something you could check out."
"Even if you didn't want to perform, the environment feels creative and inviting anyway. Very low key." She adds.
"Well Ryan, I have to get going, but it was great to meet you. And thanks again for letting me rope you into my fib." She smiled.
"I'll be going to comedy night this Wednesday if you're interested. It's really fun. Maybe you'd like to meet up." Sam finishes with a shrug.
As she spoke and described the event, then ultimately invited me to tag along, I watched her. The movements of her hands while she talked, the curl of her lip when she smirked. I was actually a bit taken by her. Sam is attractive, but in such a way that she might not even notice it. She's just being herself, I found it intriguing.
Earlier, the way she had twirled a lock of her hair around her finger while scanning the room watching its patrons. She had this way about her that felt very relaxed, casual. A chill vibe that carried no expectations of me to entertain her. Many women are not this way, but rather need to be the center of attention and needy. Sam was nothing like that. Right away, there is a comfortable space to just be in her company.
"Here, I'll give you my number and you can shoot me a text if you want to grab a drink." Sam says reaching for a cocktail napkin to scribble her phone number on.
She slides the napkin over into my space on the bar and stands up putting her jacket on.
"If you decide it's not for you, that's cool too. I won't take offense if you don't join me." She cracked a smirk, placed her hand on my left forearm and said, "Later man."
She turned to make her way toward the exit, and I watched her until she disappeared amongst the sea of people.
As the months moved forward, Sam and I hung out quite a bit. She became that person I'd text when I wanted to go do something but wanted some company. We were really into food. So trying a new place to grub was common practice.
Interactions with her were always a good time. A couple beers here, hanging out smoking some weed there. It was all so casual. I liked that it carried no expectation. Even when she would come over to hang at my place for a movie night, I didn't feel that twinge of awkwardness as if it were a date. She would typically come in her comfy threads, often wearing no bra, completely relaxed. Occasionally, she would fall asleep on my couch for the night.
Naturally as things moved along, we covered many topics within our conversations. We seemed to be very comfortable discussing sex and various details about it just as any other topic. We talked a lot about kinks and our sexual preferences. What we like, might want to experience, and of course those limits we all have as well. I found her so easy to open up to.
It was pretty cool to be able to talk about those things without judgment and get a female perspective. She never held back even if her thoughts would ultimately paint her in a bad light or make her appear to be raunchy. She embraced that part of herself.
Sam was a great wingman when we went out. She even got me laid once.
Some random occurrence where she met a girl while out on the dance floor. Since she's so outgoing and makes friends easily, she invited this woman Cheryl to hang out and have a drink with us.
The three of us drank and talked into the night, until Sam decided to head home.
She whispered something in Cheryl's ear, making her blush, smile, then look up at me, finishing her conversation with a "you're in good hands" comment and a smile.
I pulled Sam aside and asked if we should go together. Make sure she made it home ok. She rolled her eyes in that fashion she does when I'm being ridiculous and assures me she doesn't need a sitter.
"I'm a big girl, I've already ordered an Uber." She replied.
"She's a cute chick, and she's into you, just let it happen and have fun." She said with a big smile followed by our little hug goodbye.
She turned to the exit to make her way out while I watched her disappear through the crowd.
Over the next couple months, I saw Cheryl off and on when schedules worked out. Sometimes for little dates or hooking up.
When it comes to the women I've pursued during our friendship, Sam liked hearing about the sexual aspect. She's rather dirty and delights in the erotic facet of connections. Of course, I oblige, taking part in an opportunity to brag since Sam is like a bro.
Different times we've shared the sordid details of our intimate encounters with others, it was always received well on both ends. Rather sexy in its own little way. I could tell she was turned on when hearing of some hot sensual foreplay with a random I hooked up with. Then, I teased suggesting I'm an intense make out partner.
Flirtatious playful comments regularly sprinkled into our confessions made it fun. Playing jump rope with that friendship line has been quite tantalizing.
One evening while we were out having some drinks, such flirting was afoot, and she slightly teased that maybe I was over-selling how great of a kisser I actually am.
I played along with a "well you wouldn't know now would you?"
I know she's thought about it. Dangling our sexual exploits in each other's faces all this time was fun, two pervy people comfortable together in their perviness.
Then, a challenge. Sam boldly states that she'll just have to be the judge of such a claim. She suggests we go out to her car to smoke a doobie. If we feel the need to explore this further, we can. If not, we could just get high and return back to the bar.
I smile my best shit eating grin, extend my arm towards the door and say, "After you."
We step outside to find it's pouring rain. Big fat drops soaking everything it touches. We run through the dimly lit parking lot to her car and jump in, our skin and clothing damp against our warm bodies. She immediately grabs my face putting her lips on mine, it was as if I was watching it from the outside perspective it was so surreal. My hands wandered her frame I've observed countless times. It felt amazing, her body responding beneath my touch. Writhing seductively, giving away just how fucking bad she wants it.
