A Second Chance
She had to be one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. I was sitting at the bar, feeling lonely and sorry for myself as usual when she walked in. I will never forget how she seemed to have an air about her. She walked up to the opposite end of the large oak bar and placing both hands with arms stretched out ordered a draft. It was like she commanded that the bartender pay attention to her and give her what she wanted.
I noticed her muscular arms in her short sleeve tee shirt and sporting quite a beautiful head of blonde hair and green eyes. You know the rather tall, athletic type. I watched as she slipped her hand into the front pocket of her jeans and threw a $5 dollar bill on the bar next to the bottle the bar tender placed in front of her.
She glanced in my direction. I pretended to be looking away but was actually watching her every move through the mirror directly across from me. She glanced around the bar looking to see who or what was available. Then she spotted me. Oh no, she is actually walking over in my direction, I thought. As much as I wasn't up to engaging in conversation with a stranger, there was something mesmerizing about this chick. The closer she got to me the more I realized how radiant she was.
"Hi there. Can I buy you a drink?", she said. Not a very original pick up line I thought to myself.
"Is that the best you can do when you're trying to pick up someone?"
"Well, no not really. Let me make it up to you and buy you the next one then?", she insisted.
"Maybe. But I'm still nursing this one right now."
"I'm Jaime, and you are?", she asked.
"Available, if that's what you're asking."
"I didn't think I was being that obvious".
"It's written all over you. But that's okay. You're kind of cute. What's your story?"
"What do you mean?"
"Jilted? Looking for someone on the rebound? Playing the field? What?"
"I haven't been in a relationship in quite some time now. Thought I'd check out whose available. You?"
"Kind of feeling lost since my best friend now has a steady boyfriend and doesn't spend much time with me. She's planning on getting married. Not that she and I had any kind of physical relationship, it was strictly platonic".
"So how do you mean you 'lost her'? Sounds like you never 'had her' in the first place."
"True. But somehow in my pee brain I thought some day we would wind up together. Just daydreaming about it all the time has made me believe it might happen... some day".
"Well, you know what they say, the way to get over one woman is by getting under another".
"Oh, is that what they say when 'they' are horny?'
"I don't know, maybe. It's what I'm saying right now."
"I'm flattered, really I am. Have a seat and let's get to know eachother." I said as I pulled out the stool next to me and motioned for her to sit.
There was a cuteness about her even though she was being very forward asking me to sleep with her without even knowing my name. Not that I'm a prude, as I have frequented this Lesbian bar many times and taken some of the hottest girls back to my place. I know I'm psychologically messed up as I don't really stick with any one person even though there have been some really nice girls that have fallen all over me. I'm not being conceited about it, I just never feel for them as they feel for me. I know it's because I thought I would always have Katie, who has been my best friend forever, in the forefront of my mind, whenever I'm physically with someone. I can never give up hope that someday she will want to be with me even though the logical side of my brain knows that she is as straight as an arrow.
We met in Jr. High and from the very first day I walked into that Science class, we hit it off. Katie is such a girly girl. We had to team up with a partner, as it was the day we were going to dissect a frog. To say she was mortified just looking at the dead thing pinned to the tray was putting it mildly. There was no way she would even look at it for more than 5 seconds. So, of course, I proceeded to do the actual dissection and she was eternally grateful. I was always a tomboy growing up unlike Katie who was all frills and party dresses.
It wasn't long before she invited me to her home and it didn't take long before we were 'best friends'. We shared all our secret thoughts with one another. Hung out at each other's homes and spent many summer vacations at the Jersey shore. We were always with one another and I treated her family as my own and she did the same when it came to mine.
I always kept my feelings about her to myself once I realized I wanted her physically. Probably when I was 12 or so and my hormones kicked in. I was afraid she would not want to hang out with me if she knew I had real feelings for her. I came out to her in High School and she was very supportive. She even told me she would help me find a 'nice girl' that was worthy of my love. I played along, but the reality of it was that I didn't want a nice girl. I wanted her. I don't understand why she never realized it, but I guess she didn't look at me through the same lustful eyes that I had for her. My parents weren't as acceptable as Katie was. My mother till the time she passed never gave up hope that I would marry and give her grandchildren.
After explaining my platonic relationship with Katie to Jaime, she looked at me and said;
"Sounds like you're not over this Katie chick. But she's straight, obviously and even has a boyfriend and all. I'm sorry you feel so broken hearted about it but I don't think you should waste any more time on her". With that she reached over and grabbed my hand to console me I guess.
Feeling the warmth of her hand in mine set off a slight twinge of excitement in the pit of my stomach. She was being very kind and supportive and I immediately fell for her sympathies admiring her beautiful green eyes.
"I wish it was that easy. Enough about Katie, what do you say we get out of here and spend some time together? Just you and I?" Now I was being the forward one.
"Sounds great! I live a few blocks from here. It's a nice night, I walked over."
"Well, I have a car in the parking lot, I'll drive."
We arrived at her place in a matter of minutes. She hopped out and grabbing a set of keys from her jeans pocket, unlocked the door to her condo and led me in.
"Have a seat. I'll make us a drink. What was that you were drinking?" she asked.
"Scotch on the rocks please."
"Sure. I'll just have a beer though. Not much of a scotch drinker."
"That's fine."
After a few minutes, she came into the livingroom and placed the drinks on the coffee table, wasting no time as she sat very close to me.
She picked up her drink and toasted, " Here's to a good time".
"Cheers", was all I could say.
With that she took a hearty gulp of beer and placed the bottle down. Looking me dead in the eyes she took a strand of hair that was hanging on my forehead and whisked it behind my ear. Leaning in she kissed me forcefully as she put her knee on the cushion and pinned me back as she planted kisses down my neck to my collar as I moaned softly to her touch.
Unbuttoning my blouse ever so gently she pulled it down onto my arms and placed her finger inside the cup of my bra and teased the skin that was aching for her touch.
"You have such beautiful breasts!" she exclaimed.
"Thank you."
"Can I take off your bra?" she asked.
With that I reached behind and unclasped it letting it fall as my 36-D girls spilled out onto my chest.
She was like a kid in a candy shop. Burying her face between them she licked and kissed playing with my nipples that were already rock hard the moment she touched me. I was enjoying every minute of her antics, which she seemed to concentrate on for quite some time. Saying that I was getting very turned on was an understatement as I began to moan and my body arched closer towards hers.
I grabbed at her T-shirt and let it come off noticing that she wasn't wearing a bra. I began to massage her small but ample breasts. They were so cute just sitting firmly on her muscular chest. You could tell she worked out, as her body was taunt and firm.
Leaning me back onto the couch, she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, taking my panties with them.
"Wow! You are really beautiful", she said as she looked at me totally naked, lying on her couch waiting patiently for her to make love to me. I couldn't take it any longer as I pulled her down on top of me. She slid down my torso and began to lick and suck at my belly and thighs. It was all I could take as I asked her to please, please, not stop.
With that she planted her mouth on my sex and began to suck and nibble moaning loudly as she devoured me.
I tried not to think about Katie at that precise moment, and concentrate on the beautiful girl that was trying so hard to please me. After experiencing one of the biggest orgasms I had in a long time, my body went limp under her.
She made her way up to me and asked, "Did you like that?"
"Very much so", I replied. "Now it's my turn" I told her.
She stood up and removed her jeans and boy shorts tossing them onto the floor to join the heap of clothes already in a big pile.
Just looking at her completely naked standing in front of me, made me tingle all over. As she sat on the sofa, I got down on my knees and leaned in to kiss her. Our tongues danced in and out of eachother's mouths as we both moaned in unison. There were no deep emotional feelings between us, as I hardly knew her, but there was definitely a connection. One that I would realize was something wonderful between us. She had a gentle, loving way about her that I succumbed to. For a few minutes I let my brain speed up to the future and knew that I would be spending more time with Jaime.
She seemed to enjoy me giving her pleasure as she had multiple orgasms that first night we spent together. It didn't take long for me to realize she always came more than once whenever we were physical. I think it had something to do with her athleticism, as I was usually ready for a nap after just coming once.
We snuggled on the couch for awhile when I told her I had to get home as I had an early morning meeting I had to get ready for. After getting my clothes on, she walked me to the door and asked,
"Can I call you? Like tomorrow? I know that's pretty fast since I just met you, but I would really like to get together again, soon."
"Sure. Why not?" I responded as we switched phones and I punched in my number.
