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Y/n: your name
You, were sitting at the bar alone. Enjoying, your usual on a, Thursday afternoon. Spring, was approaching. So, there were a lot more people, than usual. You looked around you, taking it all in. Men, women, couples. Some girls you've slept with, some you haven't. More so, didn't have any interest in.
Sex was fun, fascinating even. And it wasn't, that you hadn't enjoyed your time, with the women you'd been with. Each one, had their own unique style and you appreciated that. It was only that, you were tired of the perfect body Olympics. Or, whatever that meant, in your drunken mind. There, was the type that most men liked and although that varied, from women to women. Then, there was your type. Beautiful, soft, subtle, imperfect.
"Would you like another one y/n?" The bartender asked you. Her familiarity welcomed, as you'd come here often.
"Sure, why not," You answered. Taking her in, she was beautiful. Slim, a little thicker. You took note of her padded bra, but quickly snapped out of it.
As if, you'd have a chance at the bartender. And even if you had, you had doubts she'd live up, to your expectations. Or, lack there of? She'd, come back with another drink, by the time you'd finished yours. Perfect timing, to say the least.
"What's got you down?" She asked. Swapping cups and placing the dirty one in the bin.
Across the bar, everyone had been settled in with their drinks, "Oh, nothing," you started. Maybe, you'd be able to find, something on porn layer. That, fit your fantasy. Still, the kind look in her eyes kept you going, "It's just, I'm tired of the same things. Ya know?"
"What, do you mean by that?"
"Well, I always come here, after work. Sit down, in this same seat. It's always available, I'm always drinking this same drink,"
"Well, would you like a different one?"
"No, I like my drink," it was true. You didn't want anything else and you quite liked your spot, at the bar. From this angle, you could see the door and it was close enough, to the bathroom.
"Then, what seems to be the problem?"
You, thought that maybe, talking over the problem might help. But, it only seemed to make things worse. Suppose, it was time for you and the bar keep, to grow a little closer, "You see that girl over there," You pointed to a brunette, surrounded by a group of friends, "I fucked her. You see that girl over there," Next, you pointed a Mexican girl, who was sitting next to, her now boyfriend, "I fucked her too,"
"Did it not go well?"
"No, they were great. Both of them, in different ways. And damn near perfect looking too,"
"Then, what seems to be the problem?"
"I'm looking for something, a little more natural," you spoke, through a lack of better word.
"What about that lady over there? She's pretty and natural," You looked behind you. To see an Asian lady, sitting alone on her phone.
"Yea I fucked her too. Natural to most men's standards and pretty big tits, for an Asian lady. But, not what I was looking for. Not close,"
"Hmm, you don't hear a lot of men say that,"
"Say what?" You took a sip of your drink. Questioning, if you should've put it down, altogether.
"Well, it's hard to say, because I don't know exactly what you mean. But, you're looking for someone, who's imperfect?"
"Yes! Exactly," As you guys talked, she'd leaned down to practically eye level. And you couldn't help, but notice the stretch marks. Displayed on the sides of her breast.
"Bartender, can I get some help over here," Someone, new had just come in. And right, when things were getting good too. Max, usually sat down at the bar, opposite of you. Another regular, whose normal spot had been taken. Now he sat, a few seats down.
"Will, you be having your usual?" She asked him, already ahead on making it.
"When's the Fourth of July?"
'What a lame joke,' you thought to yourself. Internally rolling your eyes, or might it have just been jealousy?
"Spot on," She smiled at the man. Placing his drink, in front of him. Going on, to ask him how his day was. You sipped your drink, quietly.
Taking glances at her, every now and again. And more importantly, staring directly at her bosom. Could, what you have been searching for. Been right, in front of you, this entire time?
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It'd taken awhile, but she'd finally come back, around to you, "Sorry. Things, get busy pretty fast, around here," She smiled at you. Taking a glance down at your drink, to see that you were still working on it.
In truth, max was hogging up all of her time and attention. Leaving you waiting and granting you, enough time to strategize, "So bar keep, have you ever left here with someone?"
"What, why?" She smiled, gently shaking her head, "Who'd go home with me?"
"Why? Anyone, you're a very attractive women," You carried on, propping your elbows against the table.
She rolled her eyes, "Well, to be honest... I've gone home with someone before," She trailed off.
