Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2006 11:48:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Valerie Williams <victory_4_val@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sports Bar Pickup (f/f) Encounters

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 at
victory_4_val@yahoo.com 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.

I am not a lesbian and I definitely intend to get married and raise a
family and move to a house with a white picket fence and a porch. But I am
attracted to women and have had a number of sexual encounters with other
women including one borderline "relationship" with a roommate in
college. So a couple of times during the evening I had wondered if Kim was
into women at all, but there was no way I was going to make the first move
for fear of sending one of my new neighbors running away. That was not the
introduction to NYC I was looking for. So despite the fact that a few of
our more racy sex convo's had me a little excited and feeling flirty, I had
no intentions of making a move on Kim.

We carried on laughing and having a great time as the hours and the drinks
kept flowing by so quickly neither of us noticed just how many had passed.

The first time I looked at my watch I saw it was nearly 2a.m. I still
needed to do a lot of shopping for my new and empty apartment so I
regretfully told Kim I would need to get going shortly.

"One more beer" she pleaded and I happily conceded.

"I am really glad you were staring into space in my direction" I started

"Otherwise I may not have come over here and had such a great time tonight
with my newest friend."

Her face reddened slightly as she stammered "Well I have a slight
confession to make.."

I immediately knew I was going to hear something she would not be saying if
it weren't for how much alcohol we had consumed. I looked her right in the
eyes and cocked an eyebrow up. "Yes?"

"I .. I umm.. I was kind of staring at your body... I mean, you have an
amazing body.. and your face^Å you are really beautiful.."

I just held her gaze. My mind started racing as did my heartbeat. I was now
99 percent sure that Kim was into girls and from how embarrassed she was
and the way she was gushing, I was now nearly certain I could have this
cute girl tonight. I started to get wet at the thought.

Kim misunderstood my silence as these thoughts were going through my head
and immediate grabbed her bag and jacket and started to get up from the
table.

"Oh my God, what a drunken idiot I am. I am so sorry, you think I am a
freak" she mumbled as she hurriedly and sloppily tried to contain her stuff
and simultaneously stand.

I grabbed her by both shoulders and sat her back down and brought my face
closer to hers.

Holding her eyes with mine I deliberately and slowly said

"I don't think you're a freak. As a matter of fact I couldn't be happier
about what you just said. I like being appreciated."

I put extra emphasis on the last statement and practically spelled out
Appreciated as I had said it so slowly.

I watched a grin slowly rise from her lips as she held my gaze and said;

"hmm, how much do you like being... APPRECIATED?" She had mimicked my
emphasis on the last word.

I mentally thanked whoever was responsible for inventing alcoholic drinks
and bars, for they were mostly responsible for me getting laid that
night. A fact I was then certain of.

Feeling extremely bold I decided to slam dunk our raunchy conversation
competition and said;

"I hope you don't mind getting fucked on the floor, because I don't have
any furniture in my apartment yet."

I regretted saying that immediately as I suspected that in the heat of the
moment I had gone way too far with that comment. A split second later my
fears were allayed as she responded;

"You can fuck me wherever you want, but I have a bed in my
apartment... that will keep your knees from getting too bruised up."

My panties were instantly awash in the single most exciting comment I had
ever heard in my life. Kim clearly did not want to lose the raunchy
conversation competition but I wasn't quite ready to concede.

"Hmm, I can fuck you wherever I want you say? How about your ass?"

Kim laughed out loud. "Alright, lets get out of here right away before I
stain the seat. Damn Tara you are getting me so wet!"

That was nice to hear and I told her how wet my panties were at the moment.

We immediately left for her apartment which was less than a block away.

On the walk over I remembered her roommate had a guest and I asked;

"Isn't your roommate on a date right now?"

The look I got from Kim let me know that I was in for a really good night.



To Be Continued....