My celebration of freedom The apartment was finally mine. I just saw her off at the airport and came home to look at my roommate- less haven for the next three weeks. Three weeks by myself, my time of absolute freedom. And tonight I was going to go in search of someone with to share the exhilaration of an empty apartment that I was feeling. Since I had not even had a date in the past two months, and the only girl who had approached me had just come off of a relationship with one of my friends, it was not looking too good for my celebration. So, along with some friends, I headed out to the once-a-month dyke dance that the boys decide to give us.
This was a crowd that I went out with often, we visited bars about once a week, usually just to chill, have a few drinks, watch the women, and talk about what was going on in our lives. I'm one of those people that have never really tried to pick anyone up in a bar or club, but tonight I was inspired! I was feeling liberated, and that feeling always made me horny as all hell and I needed someone to help me release my feelings. So we headed out to the club, and with us for the first time was a friend who was just beginning to come out. Shana had always been questioning and we all knew, but she was taking it awful slow, so this was the first time we had gotten her out with us. And her goal tonight was also the same as mine, picking up the cute women that were bound to be there.
As we entered the club, we walked through wall-to-wall women. There were beautiful lesbians everywhere, all bumping and grinding to the latest hit by destiny's child. It was such a gorgeous sight and I was almost tempted to stick with my usual agenda of just sitting back and watching the women have fun. But tonight I was determined so I just kept repeating that to myself over and over. Shana was also resolved, and before we knew it the rest of the group was making bets on us: who could pick up a girl the fastest, who would pick the best-looking, who would go home with them? Now that it was on, we both stood at the bar for about five minutes, nursing a beer and purveying the scene.
Shana was definitely a newcomer, she had her eye on this cutie dancing by herself in the middle of the floor. Now I know these types, they've always got some girl who's sitting at the bar watching their act. This is the same girl that brought them there and will end up taking them home and fucking the hell out of them. But there's some things you can't convince people of, so she went off to learn her lesson, hopefully at least having a good time dancing while being part of that woman's act.
Now myself, I couldn't get my eyes off of this younger girl, probably about 20 with long brown hair, an hourglass shape and beautiful breasts. I shouldn't have been looking at her seeing that she was draped by this other women, a little older and a lot more butch, but definitely just as cute. The thing that kept my attention though was both the picture that they made (as I said, I usually just like to watch the women together, it just always makes me happy), and the fact that the younger girl kept looking over and smiling coyly at me. Well I decided that I had to find out what this was about, so I walked on over to them. Upon reaching them, I focused only on the girl. "Why do you keep looking over my way?" I inquired. "Because you look like someone I could have fun with."