After two years of community college in my hometown, I moved 150 miles away to attend a large university. I'd been busy settling in and getting started in my classes and hadn't really had a chance to meet anybody. It made for some lonely times. Rather than sit around and feel sorry for me, I flipped through the yellow pages determined to find something fun to do on a Saturday night. An ad for a bar that featured country music and dancing caught my eye. I had only been old enough to go to bars for a couple of months and my experiences so far had been disappointing. Guys seemed to hit on me the moment I arrived and many of them acted like I was a prick teaser when I politely refused their offers of drinks and their company. But I loved country dancing and I decided to take a chance that the cowboy types would be secure enough to handle a mild rejection. I put on my best western shirt, which had pink and white stripes and closed with pearly snaps, then slipped into a pair of soft, comfortably snug jeans. My favorite dancing boots finished the outfit. I did a happy little shuffle and smiled at myself in the mirror.
Janet: Looking good, Red,
I told myself and went off, planning to dance the night away. As I opened the door to enter the bar I was hoping that if I met some cute guys, they wouldn't turn out to be creeps. To tell the truth, I was beginning to be horny enough to lower my standards a bit. My ex-boyfriend (and one and only lover) was nothing much between the sheets, but nobody touching me intimately except myself was getting old. The first person I saw when I went in wasn't a guy, cute or otherwise. It was a stunningly beautiful woman. Now, I've always admired the female body in painting and sculpture and I had taken my share of sneak peeks at my classmate's attributes in the locker room, but I had always considered myself strictly hetero. So I was surprised to find myself holding my breath and getting warm all over at the sight of this glorious creature. She was very tall 5 foot 10 and a half, I later discovered with creamy skin, long silky Coffee hair, huge eyes the color of melting chocolate, and a killer smile that lit up the whole room. When I could tear myself away from that amazing face I found that the rest of her was just as amazing. Her black silk cowboy shirt outlined a fine pair of lush, full tits and her tight black jeans caressed a perfect peach-shaped bottom. And then there were her legs. Her thighs seemed to go on forever! I bet SHE has guys standing in line to go down on her, I thought. It still pissed me off that my ex-boyfriend wouldn't do that for me. But a man would have to be crazy or gay not to want to bury himself between those long, sexy legs and give her whatever she craved. Before I could embarrass myself by gaping at her any longer, a guy came up and asked me to dance. I gratefully got out onto the floor with him and kept dancing for most of the next couple of hours, with various partners. Finally, I had to take a break and rest up. Several men offered to buy me a drink as I made my way off the floor. They let me go without comment when I refused as sweetly as I could, but I could tell they were annoyed. At least they weren't as rude as the guys at the rock clubs. I got a drink at the bar and flopped down at a table where I could watch the dancing. A short while later the beauty I had seen when I came in made her way over to my table.
Toni: Are you buying your own drinks because you want to be alone,
she asked, flashing a blinding smile,
Toni: or are you just trying to avoid those cowboys who want to get in your pants?
Janet: Something like that,
I said, smiling back.
Janet: Please, sit down.
Toni: First I need to warn you that I'd also like to get in your pants, but I'm not so arrogant to think you'd owe me that for the price of a drink.
The flush of heat I'd felt when I first saw her was nothing compared to the hot flood that passed through my body now and concentrated in a burning scald between my legs.
