This story has been collaborated by two authors and written from her own perspective. Brittni4u and Skye_sub are two bisexual females who, through fate, met up for a passionate girl on girl experience. We hope that you read and enjoy both versions.
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I had just landed my first Pharmacist job near San Diego and had been working about a month. I had thought all those years in school were going to pay off and eventually they would but as the low person on the totem pole, I was the young 24 year old, stuck working the closing hours and weekends and on that night, it was both. Lucky me.
As always, I tried to look professional with my long dark blonde hair up in a messy bun while wearing business clothes under my lab coat. I had on high heels but may have regretted that decision as we were so busy, I had been on my feet for several hours without a break. I was behind the counter, working on a couple of insurance issues even when the privately owned pharmacy had closed. I was beat but had a few things to wrap up before I could leave for the night.
Nathan, the clerk in front, was supposed to lock the door so we could complete our duties while customers filed out. With my hair starting to fall and still thinking about how much my feet and back hurt, I was not in the best of moods. The door buzz had told me that the last patron had finally exited the store.
As I was engrossed in finishing, I felt like someone was close by. I was praying it was just Nathan straightening something up. Without moving my head, I peered upward and through my fallen hair, I could see a lady who looked like she was in need of something.
Using my hand, I tucked the fallen strand behind my ear, straightened my sore back and curtly asked, "Can I help you?"
The lady was pretty with her half wet long flowing black hair and large piercing greenish hazel eyes. She was wearing tight jeans with a hole in the knee and a tight black tank top that displayed her firm boobs. She looked what I called worker strong which meant she was toned and fit like someone would be just from their everyday job. She smiled widely, and in a slight Canadian accent, asked, "Uh...hi. Are you open?"
I was anxious to leave so with an atypical impatient tone, I responded, "For the moment, it would seem, since you are in here. How did you get in anyway? The door should have been locked because we closed five minutes ago."
I didn't want to be rude but I will admit, I was half listening when she continued, "Um...I see...well the door was open and I just came in. Listen, I won't be long. I have crazy sore shoulders from driving down from Canada you see...I'm a trucker and well...it has been a long stressful drive."
I was proud that I was correct on guessing her accent. Just like that, she switched the subject, "Holy shit, I mean do they ever have decent weather in Yellowstone? Every time I have to pass though, I feel like the place is directly opposed to my presence and tries to kill me with its terrible weather. Anyway...I was hoping you'd have a pain reliever or a muscle relaxant so I could sleep. Seems like I'll be stuck in my truck for another couple of days at least. I ran out of logbook hours. Hmmmm...I guess you probably don't care about most of that."
I thought that lady was talking a mile a minute so I laughed tongue-in-cheek mockingly as I gestured with my hand, "Oh yes...I can see you will be very brief. Ugh...just go on and look around and take your time."
I was surprised by her laughing at herself and my annoyance. I lightly shook my head thinking, "What kind of crazy girl have we let in?"
She apologized, "I'm sorry. I suppose you didn't need my life story, although I had a very interesting childhood. I could tell you about it, if you have a spare hour or two."
After hearing her humor, I realized that my tired annoyance had nothing to do with her. I looked up and saw a half smile coming from the side of her mouth and my impatience just melted away. She was in pain and trying to make the best of a bad situation with her sass and needed my help. I giggled, "I think I'll pass." It was I who needed forgiven, "I apologize...I have had a bad day and we were closed but Nathan forgot to lock the door...again."
I returned her humor with a friendly chuckle, "Now I'm telling you my life story. We have plenty of muscle relaxants in aisle five."
She thanked me and I wanted to make sure she selected the best one for her trouble. I stepped out from behind the counter to help her the best I could. The poor lady was scanning the store to locate the section I had advised. She glanced my way and I signaled her with my moving finger.
When she approached my direction that is when I realized how beautiful she was. I was 5'6 and even with my heels on, she was still just slightly taller than me. She smelled amazing and I was taken back by her presence. She wore a Celtic armband tattoo around her biceps which for me, displayed a level of toughness combined with her sexy femininity.
I held up the best medicine we had without a prescription and advised, "Here is what you're looking for." I then thought about my boyfriend and how he was going out that evening, drinking with his buddies and added, "I don't know what your plans are for the evening, but I must warn you that you shouldn't drink alcohol while taking these relaxants."
She casually responded, "Oh, well. I guess I knew as much. I was planning on a quiet evening, anyway." There was an awkward pause, then she subtly asked without asking, "Unless by some chance a pretty blonde pharmacist wished to join me for a drink later...then I suppose I might be convinced to suffer in silence for the pleasure of your company."
It took me a second to process what she had just asked. Was she just wanting me to hang out or was she asking me out? Even though I had a boyfriend, I had once fooled around with a girl in college. It was exciting and different and those same electric feelings I had felt then were rushing through me again. I estimated her about 10 years older than me which only added to my intrigue.
When I saw her tilted-head smile and that gleam in her eye, I knew it was more than just a hangout session she wanted. With a half grin of my own, I answered, "Hmmmm...Firstly, I can't imagine you doing anything silent and secondly, I have to say I've heard better lines."
Her beautiful smile widened and confidently continued with the witty sass, "Fair enough. Perhaps I can reason with you. It's just you haven't heard about my childhood yet...so you should probably say...yes."
I chuckled while trying to give it back to her, "Haa...well that would probably be a shame but luckily there's always therapy." I was exhausted and wanted to go home but I didn't want to leave her there when I offered, "We will see about that drink later but for now, I'm leaving here and I'm guessing you will need a ride. I'm pretty sure I just saw your cab leaving the parking lot."
She blurted, "Oh, for fuck's sake! Uh...I mean thank you. A ride would be delightful."
I loved her realism. Her vibe was like, "Here I am and I ain't changing for anyone." Nathan rang up her purchase while I excused myself to the changing room. I always kept a few outfits in my locker just in case I had an unplanned outing and didn't have time to change before going home. I began to get second thoughts about not going out while gaining my second wind. I knew my boyfriend was going to be gone, so I decided if my trucker girl asked me again, I was going to get a drink with her.