When I was in my mid-twenties, I became good friends with I worked with. She was a year or two older than me, and we had a lot in common. We both liked the same music. We both drank, and we were both kinky. Her name was Dawn. We sat next to each other every day, swapped boyfriend stories, and shared a deep loathing of the job we were doing.
Of course, whenever I was around her, I couldn't help but check her out. Dawn was hot. She was a feisty, Italian biker chick. Soaking wet she weighed maybe 110. She had dark red hair and bright blue eyes.
And every time I saw her, I thought of the joke: "I wouldn't mind waking up to the crack of Dawn every day."
One Friday after work, Dawn invited me to go to her favorite bar and have a few cold ones. It had been a particularly shitty day at our particularly shitty job.
I said, yes.
We walked up to a small, neighborhood bar and she addressed the bartender by his first name. My friend ordered a couple of beers, and we began to unwind. Not long after, a guy and a couple of his friends strolled in and sat right next to us.
Naturally.
We were two women alone at a bar.
Relaxing.
One jerk with a scorpion tattoo on his neck thought he was hot shit. He kept trying to talk to us. Dawn and I looked at each other and shook our heads and ordered another beer.
But the guy wouldn't let up, Eventually, Dawn had had enough. She put her arm around me and put him in his place.
"Hey asshole, she's with me!"
It didn't work.
"Good, I'll take you both home" he said.
Honestly, I was partly turned on and partly scared by this douche-bag's reaction. Dawn, however, was not impressed. She asked the bartender for a glass of ice water. At the time, I was completely confused. Was she thirsty? We were drinking beer.
Then Dawn pushed me to the side and threw the ice water right in this guy's face.
WHOA!
I knew she was feisty, but wow!
Before anything else could happen, the bartender hopped over the bar and escorted scorpion tattoo and his friends out onto the street.
Dawn and I spent a good long while laughing and drinking that night.
The following week at work we started to get into sexual discussions. What is the freakiest place you ever had sex? The most times in one night? Spitting vs swallowing? And, eventually, if either of us had ever been with another woman. Dawn admitted freely that she had been with one girl, but she didn't enjoy it. She said she was much too nervous.
I, of course, had never been with a woman, but looking at her smokey eyes and tight body, I was hoping against hope she might be my first.
Our conversations continued the next day, and she admitted she was getting rather turned on by them. I guess, at that point, she had had enough. I was glad she didn't have a glass of water in her hand. Instead, she offered a simple invitation.
"Come to the bathroom with me."
My heart just about pounded out of my chest. My hands were shaking, and my insides had turned to jello. I think I giggled, and I followed, checking out her dew-drop ass in tight stone-wash jeans.
Dawn entered the large stall in the back and beckoned me to join her. I was so close I could smell hair. I looked into her gorgeous blue eyes as she reached for my face and brought me to her. Her lips were so soft, and her kiss was absolutely delicious. I stepped into her and felt her soft boobs pressed against mine.
This was heaven.
Dawn deepened the kiss, and I felt her warm, sweet tongue tickle my own. My nipples hardened against her, and my legs felt like they would give out at any minute. I could feel my pussy getting very, very wet. It was almost bubbling in response to having this hot woman kiss me in such a seductive way.
As she pulled away from me slightly, it took everything I had to open my eyes and stay standing. When I met her gaze, she had such a smokey, sultry look I melted on the spot. Her blue eyes were half closed and turned almost gray. Her lips, just inches from my own, were wet and red from the kiss.
I wanted more, but I dared not ask.
