"I'm so sick of this bullshit!" Amy shouts, slamming down an empty bus tub full of dishes. Sam looks over at her and rolls her eyes, knowing exactly what Amy was yelling about.
"Oh great, what did he do now?" Sam asks.
"No, no, no! It's not what he DID do, it's what he hasn't done! He told me he'd call on my break today and he didn't, he said he would take me out last night and he didn't... I don't know how much more of this I can take!"
"So dump his ass! You know I think you're too good for him anyway," Sam tells her, grabbing her own bus tub and taking it to the back of the kitchen. Amy follows her closely, still ranting and raving.
"I know you're right, Sam, I just... I've never been without a man in my life. I'm not sure I can do it on my own; even a man who treats me like shit is better than having no one at all." Sam turns around and grabs Amy by the shoulders after hearing this.
"Are you serious? Ugh, I'm so sick of your bitching... Okay, I'm not saying you have to break up with him NOW, but at least come hang out with me tonight. I'll take you out and we'll have a good ole' fashioned girl's night out. Please?" Sam pouts her lips and Amy smiles sheepishly.
"Alright, fine. Pick me up at 8?"
"For sure, I'll see you then, dear."
Sam was incredibly nervous taking Amy out tonight. She was pretty sure Amy had no idea that she was a lesbian and she certainly didn't know Sam was taking her to a lesbian bar for their night out. I hope she doesn't get freaked out, thought Sam, as she was digging through her closet for something to wear.
She decided on something cute but casual: a nice pair of jeans with a tight-fitting, black V-neck shirt. It went well with her short, black pixie-cut hair. She honestly looked more like a straight girl and that was how she liked it. She hated when people judged her as soon as they found out her sexual orientation; it didn't define her so she kept it quiet, especially at work.
She'd always had a thing for Amy, but Amy was always so stuck in her straight-girl drama that Sam was sure the hints she had dropped over the months had fallen on deaf ears. Amy was your typical blonde beauty, very thin but with gorgeous eyes and full lips. Sam always had a thing for the unattainable girls; they were her poison and she loved the thrill of the chase, even if it amounted to nothing. She figured if she were ever going to pull out her best moves on Amy, tonight should be the night.
Sam had no expectations... but she had gone over and over in her head all the things she wanted to do to Amy. Just the thought of it now made her wet and she had to shake those thoughts from her head. Maybe tonight will be the night to make those fantasies comes true, she thought to herself as she walked to her car. With a devilish smile, she jumped in and drove to pick up Amy.
When she pulled up to Amy's house, Sam saw that she was already waiting outside on her steps. As she walked towards the car, Sam took in her every step. She was wearing skinny jeans and heels, with a teal blue blouse; her hair was long and straight... and beautiful. Sam could feel her heart start to beat a little bit faster so she took some deep breaths to calm herself down. Amy got in the passenger side and smiled brightly at Sam.
"Are you ready for some fun tonight? Because I so need this right now... Thank you so much for getting me to come out with you," Amy said.
"I hope YOU are ready, girl. I'm taking you to my favorite place tonight." With that said, they set off into the night.
They pulled up near the bar and Sam parked her car. Amy was fidgeting with her makeup in the mirror so Sam got out and opened up her door for her. The confused look on Amy's face was priceless.
"What?" Sam asked. "Does no one open doors for you?"
"Well, no actually, especially not girls... But thank you," Amy said with a smile.
As they walked into the bar, it was obvious that it was a busy night. There were females of all shapes and sizes everywhere. Nervous to get this night started, Sam grabbed Amy's hand and lead her to the back near the pool tables. Some butch ladies gave them the once over before returning to their game. They found a couple open stools and sat down.
"What would you like to drink? It's on me tonight," Sam said. She looked over at Amy and saw that she was too busy looking around at all the women to answer her question.
"Huh? I'm sorry I didn't hear what you said... I was just looking around here at all these... females! Why are there no men here?" Amy asked, honestly and innocently looking confused.
Sam swallowed nervously. "Uh... Well... This is a lesbian bar."
Amy looked over at Sam, raised her eyebrows, and then laughed.
"Oh my God! Wow... I feel so dumb! Of course you would bring me to a lesbian bar!" She continued to laugh, almost hysterically at this point.
"Wait... you mean, you know I'm a lesbian?" Sam asked, completely surprised by her knowledge and her reaction.
"Oh Sam," Amy started, still smiling and laughing. "I may be blonde and totally wrapped up in myself but I'm not completely stupid! You have been dropping little hints since I met you! I find it cute, actually." With that said, Amy blushed and dropped her head.
"Wow, I totally underestimated you, girl! Umm, okay before we continue this conversation, I am in dire need of a drink. What would you like?"
"Anything strong and fruity," Amy said with a wink. As Sam got up to walk away, Amy grabbed her arm. "And hey... just so you know? I don't care that you're a lesbian... and... I am looking forward to you coming back and talking with me more about this." Sam smiled widely and briefly held Amy's hand before walking towards the bar. She breathed a huge sigh of relief and shook her head as she walked. This girl is full of surprises, she thought.
She decided on vodka and cranberry for the both of them. She tipped the bartender extra to make them stronger; a tip she learned from years of coming to this bar.
As she was walking back, she saw Amy talking to one of the butch lesbians playing pool. A surge of jealously rose within Sam but she shook it off quickly. She's not mine, I can't feel this way, she told herself. The butch walked away just as Sam sat down with their drinks.
"So, funny story to start off this lesbian conversation," Amy started as she took a sip of her drink and cringed at how strong it was. "That woman just asked me if she could buy me a drink... so I kindly told her I was with you and she backed off. Am I really that attractive to females too?"
"Haha, is that a serious question? Of course you are! Not all lesbians like their women to be short-haired and butch, you know. Like me, for instance... I like the femmes, the straight-looking girls." Sam said this calmly but she was still stuck on the fact that Amy told another lesbian she was here with her. Already this night was going better than she expected.
"You're sweet," Amy said smiling. "So, at the risk of making you nervous, why don't you tell me about your experience as a lesbian?"
Sam almost choked on her drink. "My experience? Haha... Um... Okay, I'll do that, but on one condition: you tell me about your feelings for women, if you have any. If you don't, that's okay, I just want to know how much I should tell you about me based on YOUR experiences." Amy drained the rest of her drink and set it down, fiddling with the plastic cup as she spoke.
"Fair enough, but let's move to the bar. I feel like we're going to need more liquor for this, and quickly," she said, giving Sam another wink and grabbing her hand as they both walked to the bar area. Sam loved how quickly this was escalating but she knew she had to play it cool if she was going to get what she had always wanted from this girl.
"Okay, so my experiences..." Amy started as they each received their second drink. "Well, when I was in middle school, I had this crush on my best friend. We kissed a few times but she shrugged it off as nothing so, in order to maintain our friendship, I did the same. But I loved her, I just didn't quite know what to do with it, you know? Since then, I've had girl crushes, I've made out with some girls at parties just to get the attention of some hot guy, but I've never loved another girl since I was little. I just date hot guys who treat me like shit, but you already know this." She suddenly looked a little sad and stared into the bottom of her drink, as if she could see her past in the mix of ice and liquor. Sam reached over, feeling a bit bold from the drinks, and grabbed Amy's hand.
"Thank you for being honest with me. I actually have a similar history with girls, except mine was something I couldn't just shrug off. My love for my best friend ate at me for years until I finally figured out that I couldn't run from it anymore. I was brought up to trust my heart and I have ever since. Of course, it wasn't easy... I had enemies and haters in general but I never let them get to me. I went to college, I had some flings, and I had one long-term girlfriend. She was great but we wanted different things from each other so we decided to mutually split. Since then, I decided I was just going to be casual with my relationships until the right girl came along. At least I know who I am, that's more than most people can say, right?"
Sam took a deep breath after this speech, knowing that she sort of sped through it. She had never really talked about her experiences before and it was sort of unnerving to hear it all in such a short explanation.
"Let's do a shot. This talk got more depressing than I wanted it to," Amy said with a smile. She snapped her fingers at the bartender and we immediately got a couple of vodka shots. "I hope you really like vodka because this is top-shelf and it's guaranteed to make this talk much smoother." Sam slammed the shot with Amy, thinking to herself, and she knows how to drink? Wow, I lucked out for sure tonight with this girl.
