This story is a work of fiction (mostly) and involves sexual acts between two women. If this offends you or is illegal, please stop reading now.
Written by a dirty woman named Valerie, you can reach me through the link below with positive comments.
This was the hard part, I had just walked through the door of the local sports bar, I had never been there before so I would have to make a selection on where to sit pretty quickly as I didn't want to stand in the doorway gaping at the place like a simpleton. My decision would be important as I would most likely spend my entire evening in the seat I selected. As I attempted to scan the entire bar in one glance without breaking stride I noticed the sign for the bathrooms against the far wall. Perfect, walk through the whole bar, size it up, and pick a location when I returned from the bathroom.
As I checked myself out in the bathroom mirror I was happy with what I saw, it was a good day for me as far as my looks. I had just gotten my haircut a week before, and with a weeks worth of practice I had gotten my smooth dark hair flowing just the way I liked it. The outfit I had chosen fit well, my ass and hips looked nice while making my small b cup breasts appear a little larger than they really were. I have always been an athlete, and while I don't have any fat on my body, my legs are very muscular and it is usually hard to find pants that fit well without making me look fat. I returned to the bar and grabbed a seat up near the front door, and thanks to being so happy with my appearance I was feeling confident.
Confident, now that was a shock. I don't usually go to bars by myself so I was a bit apprehensive about this solo voyage but I could not bear sitting home alone one more night. I had just moved to New York City about 3 weeks prior and my hopes of meeting cool people to make friends with at work were sadly dashed on my first day when everyone I met was significantly older and/or very nerdy. Just one of the job hazards of being an accountant I guess.
It was a Friday night, and there was no way I was going to sit home again, so very nervously I got dressed and walked around the corner to a popular sports bar on second avenue on the upper east side in the hopes of making friends.
The only people at the bar when I walked in were some pretty shady looking older guys, so I decided to grab a seat closer to the front of the bar where there were a group of empty stools. I found myself drinking quickly, I guess to occupy my time since there was no one to talk to, and I was pretty buzzed after 3 beers in 20 minutes. That was when I noticed a blond woman of about my age walk into the bar. She was about my height, 5'8", except maybe 30 pounds heavier. Not fat, but definitely on the chubby side with lovely large breasts. Her hair was cut pretty short in a cute bob that came about half way down her ears.
We made eye contact and I gave her a quick smile, she gave me a brief nervous smile back and walked immediately to the small tables that were directly behind my back as I sat at the bar. Her jeans and t-shirt made me think she was a laid back person and I made a mental note to attempt to make friends with her later if an opportunity presented itself. She looked vaguely familiar.
About 20 minutes later I glanced around to look at her and see if she was still alone, in which case I would start up a conversation with her. When I turned to see her, she was staring at me. It took her a few seconds to realize I was looking at her and she immediately snapped from her trance and appeared to be on the verge of giving herself whiplash she turned her head so quickly. I decided to approach; perhaps I looked familiar to her too.
"I noticed you looking at me; do you know me from somewhere?" I asked as I walked up to the small round table. Her face quickly turned 7 shades of red as she was clearly embarrassed about something.
"Umm, no.... I was just uhh.. kind of staring into space and daydreaming. I am sorry if I freaked you out."
I quickly protested and assured her I was not freaked out at all, just thought she looked a little familiar and was wondering if she thought the same thing.
"So are you waiting for someone? Do you mind if I sit for a drink, uh, I am new to town and here by myself." I informed her.
She told me she would love some company and that she too lived around the corner and had just come out for a drink because her roommate had some company over and she didn't want to intrude on their evening.
I found out her name was Kim as she introduced herself and we quickly and comfortably fell into great conversation. I was surprised just how well we got along, spanning topics from politics to movies and sex. The alcohol was definitely started to play a major role as our conversations were getting racier and racier. We would both laugh hysterically each time we made a raunchy comment. As the night wore on they got raunchier and raunchier as we engaged in an unspoken impromptu competition to outdo each other.
