Well she’d done it. Kristen had just walked into her first bar. She felt more like an adult then she ever had. It was about time. “She thought.” After all it was her nineteenth birthday. The guy checking I.D.’s could not believe her age, but after admitting that her drivers license was no fake let her in. Kristen was disappointed but not surprised. She was disappointed because she’d tried so hard to look older.
She’d put her make-up on heavier than usual to try to cover up her pixie-like face. The tight half-shirt accentuated her ‘B’ cup breasts and her short skirt showed off her slim sexy legs. She was not surprised because she got the same reaction from everyone who found out that she was older than thirteen. Kristen, was only four feet, three and a half inches tall, so the three inch heels she was now wearing really didn’t help that much. Everyone just assumed she was a kid. Her slim, almost hipless frame didn’t help. Her short blonde hair and sky blue eyes added to the illusion of immaturity.
She felt the eyes on her as she made her way to an empty table in the corner.
She hoped that some of those eyes saw her as something other than a child or a novelty. She hoped that they saw her as sexy young woman, one that needed love and sex just as much as anyone else. She was hoping so badly because she had decided that tonight was the night she was going to lose her virginity. Yea, she was still a virgin, at nineteen! Technically she was, but not physically. Kristen had accidentally deflowered herself at fifteen with a cigar tube. She’d moved up to a slim five inch vibrator since then but it was no substitute for a real man, or even a woman for that matter. Kristen didn’t really know if she was bisexual or not. It was hard for a virgin to know what she was, but she’d had fantasies about guys and girls. It was something she just accepted
“If I wasn’t so fucking shy!” She said to herself disgustedly.
It was the dam shyness and insecurity about her size that had plagued her all through school. She’d managed to chase away any possible suitors, but now it had become too much too bare. She needed to feel another persons warm flesh against hers. To taste their lips and feel their desire for her.
“Excuse me Hon.” The Waitress interrupted. “ I don’t know how you got in here but your going to have to leave.”
Kristen shrugged and flashed her ID at the young brunet.
“Sorry ugh, Kristen is it.” The Waitress apologized.
“Don’t worry about it. It happens a lot.”
“Well I’m Tammy. Can I get you a drink?”
“Sure.” She smiled. “How about something strong and sweet. I want to get buzzed but I don’t like the taste of alcohol.”
“I’ve got just the thing. Back in a sec.”
”Tammy returned quickly with her drink. “Here you go, this will get you going but it tastes like kool-aid.
“Kristen took a sip of the purple colored stuff. “Great!” She smiled. “Thanks Tammy.”
“No problem Honey. I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.”
Kristen watched Tammy walk away. Her firm hips swaying back and forth in her uniform skirt. She turned to check out the bar. There were about twenty people in the bar, around twelve guys and eight girls. It seemed that the three or four guys worth considering were already paired up. It was just nine-o-clock, maybe the pickings would get better later on. As she checked out the bar’s occupants, her eyes kept returning to Tammy as she moved from table to table. She was easily the most attractive person there, maybe it was the contrast between Tammy and herself that made her seem so sexy. She was tall, around five foot nine or ten with a mass of wavy dark hair. She was very curvaceous with “D” size breasts and a firm round ass. Her dark complexion was complemented by her almond colored eyes and full red lips, which always seemed to be smiling.
Kristen shook her head and smiled. She had come here to get laid and now here she was, checking out the waitress. She took a big gulp of her drink and settled back to wait for a more obvious choice to walk through the door.
About ten minutes had passed when Tammy reappeared with a double-sized glass of the purple stuff.
“Here you go sweets. This one’s on me, happy birthday.”
“How did you know it was . . . ”
“You showed me your I.D.. Remember.”
“ You didn’t have to do that Tammy.” Kristen gushed.
“Oh hush now. Well, I gotta go, back in a bit.” And she was gone again.
“That was nice of her.” Kristen thought. She had finished off her first drink and started on her second when the Giant screen T.V. came to life with a blare. A feeling of gloom came upon her as she realized what was coming on. It was a football night! Crap! She wasn’t going to get any attention here tonight. She wasn’t the only one. Most of the other women in the bar were making their way to the pool table. The men were oblivious to everything but the T.V. screen. A frown spread across her face. Tonight was a bust. She’d just finish her drink and leave. “What a Birthday!” She thought.
Kristen was still frowning when Tammy surprised her again. “Why the long face, Hon?” Tammy asked.
“Well, it’s just that I came here to get laid, but that’s not going to happen.” It took Kristen a few seconds to realize that she had said that out loud. “Ah . . . Tammy, sorry about that.” She blushed. “ I guess the drinks must be kicking in.”
“Don’t give it a second thought. I was thinking. I’m off the clock now. Would you mind if I joined you? I hate to see someone drinking alone, especially on their birthday.”
“Sure, if you want to.” Replied Kristen, trying not to sound too eager.
“O.K., just let me get myself a drink and I’ll be right back.” She watched Tammy ass again as she made her way to the bar. The possibilities were making her head spin and it suddenly felt very warm in the bar. “Calm down Kristen!” She said to herself. Maybe she’s just trying to be friendly.
Tammy returned with a tall glass in one hand and another glass of the purple stuff in the other.
“Are you trying to get me slammed Tammy?”
“Come on it’s your birthday, celebrate!”
“Your right!” Kristen exclaimed as finished her old drink and started on the fresh one.
Tammy didn’t want this petite beauty complete wasted, but she did want to loosen her up to the point where she would accept the proposal she was sure she was going to make. She didn’t want to move too quickly and scare Kristen away. She made small talk as her mind raced.
She told Kristen about her husband Robert and how working at the bar had kept their heads above water until he got through law school. Now she just helped out Jimmy, the owner from time to time.
“I really don’t know what’s next for me.” Tammy shrugged. “A real job, college, kids?”
