Back to the lesbian bar

I knew it was risky. Amanda could very well go right back there too and I’d be busted. But I felt like this was my best shot and by the time I get there I’ll be more than halfway through my pill wearing off. I could stack another one, but I’d rather not.

I get there and lay low for about 20 minutes and no sight I her. So I look around and spot a girl looking. Every guy knows that look. For lesbians it’s no different. She’s checking me out. So I buy two manhattans at the bar and make my way over.

“Hey you”. Did I really start out with Hey you? Doesn’t matter, there’s no way I’m stroking out tonight.

“Hey” was all she said back. She was tall. Taller than me, and I’m not short. She had on a patterned skirt and a white top. The kind that wraps around a girl and shows her goods off perfectly. Her hair was brown, and she wore it up. Her black suede heels completes the ensemble.

“What’s your name?”

“Maureen, but call me Mo.”

“Alright, so what’s up?”

“I should ask you, you’re the one making small talk with two drinks in your hand.”

She had a point. But her hard to catch attitude was a big turn on. Normally I’d play along, but I’m running out of time.

Thankfully, I do have a full supply of purple pills on hand.