I was standing at the door of my car fumbling through my purse for my keys with only the dim street lights for lighting. As I was getting more and more nervous that I had lost them I remembered setting them down on the sink when I had went to the bathroom to freshen up. Turning to go back into the bar was when it hit me. I had drank way to much and was stumbling my way back.
As I reached the door the smell of cigarette smoke hit me and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the to the Florissant lights of the bar. When they had I made my way straight to the bathroom amazed to see my car keys still laying there on the sink where I had left them. I grabbed them and stood looking in the mirror feeling silly for drinking so much just because I had a fight with my boyfriend Jason. My parents had asked me to house sit and I took it as a chance to take a break from being at school and a break from him. But he was pissed that I had told him I didn't want him to come with me. I stood there thinking about this and tears began to roll down my cheeks. As I stood there crying I heard someone come out of one of the stalls behind me. It was a beautiful blonde woman with a great body. She was built wonderful and was only slightly taller than my own 5'2 with her reaching 5'5.
She walked up behind me and asked "Are you OK, sweetie?"
I answered, "Yes, just been a long day."
"Well, I hope you're not planning on driving in you're state." All I could do is stand there and stare at her beauty. "I'm Amanda, listen, I know I don't know you that well but please let me take you home."
I don't know why but I immediately trusted her and handed over my car keys. We headed for my car on the way to my parents house we chatted about my guy problems and I learned she was a few years older than me. I was barely 18 and she was 23. We got to my parents house and I asked her to come in and take a swim with me instead of calling a cab. She agreed and we went into the kitchen to make Margaritas.