I don't know if this is the best category, but the only one I could find that might apply. If you don't like bisexual women, don't read on.
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Who says fantasies don't come true? Well actually, I had something that happened to me that was so too-good-to-be-true that I hadn't even actually fantasized about it before -- although I would have if I had ever thought of it.
I guess before you'll believe it, I have to tell you a little about me. I'm a constantly horny 21 year old little bisexual (only 110 pounds soaking wet), with long dark brown hair, brown eyes, average sized tits, and way, way above average libido. I don't go to clubs too often, but when I do I really enjoy myself. I love dancing and flirting.
So anyway, I went to this club where the action was pretty hot and heavy. I was scoping out the all the guests, both those with and without dongs. I kept noticing this really beautiful sexy girl sitting in a lounge area, not dancing too much. I mean she really had beautiful facial features; the few times she stood up she looked to be about 5 inches taller than I was. She had a nice feminine skirt and blouse, the skirt just below the knee, but a long sleeve blouse and stockings. Too much makeup, I thought, someone that good looking doesn't need it; and why cover up such a beautiful body, especially when it is warm outside? But what the hell, to each their own.
What really attracted me to her were her plump juicy lips, and really big blue eyes. She also had nice blond hair -- although it was so neat, it might have been a wig, I really couldn't tell for sure. Her tits were small, but I like women with small tits.
It took me a long time before I could approach her for two reasons; lots of guys were hitting on her, and lots of guys were hitting on me. Some of the guys buying me drinks and dancing with me were OK, but no one I was especially attracted to. While I like really feminine women, I like big guys with big muscles but with sensitive personalities, and none fit the bill. The object of my attention seemed to be playing hard to get with the constant stream of guys approaching her. "Maybe she likes women?" I hoped.
Well, finally there was a break in the action for both of us, so I went over and sat next to her, pretending I was wiped out from dancing -- I did have a little glow. I introduced myself as Jen -- she said her name was Pat. She had a hoarse voice, which she assured me wasn't because of illness, just because she had been talking too much over the last few days. She sold real estate, and had lots of clients looking to buy foreclosed houses, and even had been the auctioneer at a couple of bankruptcy sales recently. She said she was 23.
We seemed to really hit it off, and sat close together so we could talk over the din of the crowd and music. Very early on the conversation moved to sex. She said she liked only women -- no shock to me; I told her I liked both guys, as long as they were considerate, and girls. She put her hand on my bare knee, and penetrated my brain and psyche with stares from her gorgeous big blue eyes. They sent a shiver up my spine! Despite her excess makeup and hoarse voice, Pat was the best looking and sexiest person I had ever seen.
