Things had gone from bad to worse that week. I'd lost my job on Monday and by Friday, my girlfriend had thrown me out. I'd been staying with a buddy but that couldn't last long. I'd stopped by my ex girlfriend's place and picked up the last of my stuff. On the way I passed Renegades, the country bar around the corner from her house.
I'd passed it a thousand times but had never been in the place. I'd heard there were always a lot of hot girls there, so I decided to check it out. Hot women and cold beer sounded like a winning combination.
It was early on a Sunday night, so it was a little slow at first, but things picked up quickly. By nine o'clock it was crowded, and the things I'd heard about the women were true. The place was loaded with fine looking country girls. Most of them in tight blue jeans and a few in cowboy hats. Most of the were friendly too. I spoke to a few and even the ones that shot me down were polite.
Then there was one that caught my eye from across the room. She was standing at the bar when I first saw her. It was her hair that caught my eye first. Strawberry blonde, the same color as Annie's. Annie, the girl that robbed me of my virtue at such a tender age; the girl that taught me about love so long ago.
Then my gaze flowed down her back to the most beautiful ass I've ever seen. Firm and round; strong. The ass of a real woman. And a great pair of strong athletic legs, wrapped tight in faded denim. As my eyes drifted back up her legs, she turned. My eyes locked for a second at the crease where her gorgeous legs met. I raised my eyes a bit more to be greeted by the a pair of the most beautiful breasts . Her blouse was open several buttons, revealing just enough cleavage to drive a guy crazy. It was obvious that this woman had all the right equipment and knew how to use it.
I raised my eyes up to her face. We made eye contact and she smiled at me. The way the light struck her eyes, I could see from across the room that they were green. They shown like emeralds. There was something about that smile. I thought she winked at me , but I'm not sure. I had to talk to her. I made my way to where she stood, but by the time I go the bar, she'd disappeared into the crowd.
I ordered another beer and asked the bartender about her. He told me they called her Star. Just then I spotted her again. And just as before, she'd disappeared before I could get to her. This went on for almost an hour. Until we both just happened to approach the bar at the same time. We nearly ran into each other. She smiled that smile at me again and I was tongue tied.
"I'm Drew," I finally managed to say.
"And I'm Star," she replied.
"Yeah, I know."
"You know?"
"He told me." I said, nodding toward the bartender.
"Oh, Billy told you, eh?" she said and then stuck her tongue out at Billy. "What else did Billy tell ya?"
"Just that they call you Star. Is there more I should know?"
"Is there more you want to know?"
Billy set us up with a couple Lone Star beers and I said, "Sure, I want to know everything; everything there is to know about you, Star."
Star looked at Billy, ordered two more beers and said, " I don't think he knows what he's in for, does he?" Billy put the beers on the bar and walked away laughing and shaking his head. There were a lot of wannabe cowgirls in Renegades that night, but it was obvious that Star was not one of them. She was the real deal all right; as real as a summer's day is long.
Star dragged me to a corner booth, and by the time we'd finished our first beer, had told me her life story, in three hundred words or less. I felt like I had known her my whole life.
"Your turn," she said. We started our second beers, and I told Star the story of my life in less than two hundred words. It was if we were life long friends.
I'd told Star all about losing my job and all about my breakup. Before the night was over she'd offered me a job and a place to stay. She owned a ranch in Loxahatchee She raised horses. I told her I didn't know much about horses and she said that didn't matter. She said she had another guy that worked for her, Joe, and he could teach me a lot. A twinkle came to her eye when she said it, and the corners of her lips turned up in a sly smile. Oh, those gorgeous lips. I didn't think much more about it. Her eyes flashed and sparkled a lot as she spoke. And it wasn't the first time I'd seen that wicked little grin of hers that night. It was as if some dirty little thought had crossed her mind. I could only hope she was thinking what I was thinking.
"Well hun,' she said, "we really need to get goin'. Five AM comes awfully early. Some of us have to work for a livin', don't we?"
I followed her out to her ranch. The guest house wasn't ready so Star told me I could stay in a guest room in the main house. That was just what I wanted to hear. We walked in and I followed her up the stairs. That beautiful ass of hers was right at eye level. Swinging back and forth. She was driving me insane. Star was the sexiest woman I'd ever seen. She was naturally sexy. She didn't have to try.
She showed me to a small room, turned on the light and waved her hand out to present the room. I looked at the room and then back at Star. It seemed like time stood still as we gazed into each others eyes. I thought for a second I was hypnotized. I thought I heard her saying something without moving her lips. I couldn't make out what it was she was saying, but I liked the sound of it. It sounded very sexy. Everything about Star was sexy.
Just as natural as could be, I reached out and wrapped my arm around Star's waist and pulled her to me. Our faces moved closer and a little sigh escaped her lips just before mine were pressed against them. Her lips were plump and soft. I kissed first the top lip, then the bottom. She parted them slightly and let my tongue slip into her warm mouth. My tongue found hers and they danced. Twisting and writhing in our mouths. We kissed as if were long lost lovers, who hadn't seen each other in years. There was an urgency to it; as if we needed to make up for lost time. My hand glided down her back to that marvelous ass of hers. Her jeans were so tight that my hand slid smoothly across it, cupping the cheek of her ass.