relief.
The phone rang.
She literally jumped from her bed in shock.
The phone rang again.
She picked it up with no small terror, and answered the call.
“Hello?” she asked, hearing the loud noises of a bar.
“Hey!” came the reply, with a voice that was decidedly not an old creepy man. Lynn’s heart sank as she realized that she might actually have to go… but the rest of her trembled with anticipation. For once, it was Friday night, and she had plans! Not ideal plans, sure, but it was something!
“So?” the velvety voice prompted. The girl sounded young, certainly, but her voice had a deep sultry undertone, shot through with brazen confidence. Lynn found herself immediately intimidated, picturing some sort of badass chick far too cool for her… but even if that imagined exaggeration was true, the girl had thought she was cute. “You coming?”
“Uh, um,” she spluttered. “Yeah - yes. Where?”
“You know the bar on Fourth?”
“Hah, do I!” she replied, remembering many a drunken night spent with friends. Her smile quickly turned into a nervous frown as she realized she had no reason not to go. “I… can be there in fifteen minutes…”
“Cool, see you soon.”
The bar noises went quiet, and Lynn stared at her phone. She’d forgotten to get the girl’s name again. As she thought about what she had to do - walk into that bar by herself, meet some girl whose name she didn’t even know, for what might actually be a date or something - her nervous energy surged. Her jaw shook, and she stood and clenched her hands to fight the intense reaction.
“Ok Lynn, you gotta calm down,” she said to herself. “Sure, you’re talking to yourself, that’s fine, that’s fine… think this through… what’s the worst that could happen?”
She knew the area, and she knew the bar, and she wasn’t far. She knew she wasn’t going to be kidnapped or anything. She knew she was meeting a girl, too… that was a good question. What’s the worst that could happen? The girl might think she wasn’t pretty enough, or cool enough, and blow her off… but eh, she could handle that. She wasn’t a vulnerable young girl anymore.
It was far more likely they would actually just hang around at the bar and have a good time, or at least a mildly awkward and vaguely pleasant time. Her usual friends were slowly growing more distant… couldn’t hurt to make a new one, even if it was a twenty-year old… and this girl didn’t seem to be the drama-creating type she’d loathed in college.
Lynn’s heart rate slowed as she breathed deep and reassured herself everything was going to be fine - it would probably be very interesting, in fact.
But what if this girl actually meant this to be a date? Her heart rate shot right back up as she envisioned the awkward scenario she might blunder into. What if this girl tried to kiss her or touch her or something? She thought back on the last year, and an endless series of frustrations… and her thoughts strayed toward how much she missed getting off with another person.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, wondering if that was really a possibility, really a thing . Was there… some way… was there an orgasm down some string of the night’s decisions? Would this girl… get her off? A hand was just a hand, after all… would she expect reciprocation?
Lynn stood, fighting her trembling breath to walk to the door, determined. She could play it by ear, surely. She didn’t have to agree to anything she didn’t want to do. The likelihood was extremely remote, anyway. What was the chance it was really a date, and that they really hit it off that much on a first date, considering she wasn’t even into women?
She locked her apartment door and headed to the bar. Best case scenario, she’d make a new friend and hang out and have a nice Friday. Worst case… the imagined sensations of a powerful, nervous, and taboo orgasm lingered at the fringes of her thoughts.
Much to her
The phone rang.
She literally jumped from her bed in shock.
The phone rang again.
She picked it up with no small terror, and answered the call.
“Hello?” she asked, hearing the loud noises of a bar.
“Hey!” came the reply, with a voice that was decidedly not an old creepy man. Lynn’s heart sank as she realized that she might actually have to go… but the rest of her trembled with anticipation. For once, it was Friday night, and she had plans! Not ideal plans, sure, but it was something!
“So?” the velvety voice prompted. The girl sounded young, certainly, but her voice had a deep sultry undertone, shot through with brazen confidence. Lynn found herself immediately intimidated, picturing some sort of badass chick far too cool for her… but even if that imagined exaggeration was true, the girl had thought she was cute. “You coming?”
“Uh, um,” she spluttered. “Yeah - yes. Where?”
“You know the bar on Fourth?”
“Hah, do I!” she replied, remembering many a drunken night spent with friends. Her smile quickly turned into a nervous frown as she realized she had no reason not to go. “I… can be there in fifteen minutes…”
“Cool, see you soon.”
The bar noises went quiet, and Lynn stared at her phone. She’d forgotten to get the girl’s name again. As she thought about what she had to do - walk into that bar by herself, meet some girl whose name she didn’t even know, for what might actually be a date or something - her nervous energy surged. Her jaw shook, and she stood and clenched her hands to fight the intense reaction.
“Ok Lynn, you gotta calm down,” she said to herself. “Sure, you’re talking to yourself, that’s fine, that’s fine… think this through… what’s the worst that could happen?”
She knew the area, and she knew the bar, and she wasn’t far. She knew she wasn’t going to be kidnapped or anything. She knew she was meeting a girl, too… that was a good question. What’s the worst that could happen? The girl might think she wasn’t pretty enough, or cool enough, and blow her off… but eh, she could handle that. She wasn’t a vulnerable young girl anymore.
It was far more likely they would actually just hang around at the bar and have a good time, or at least a mildly awkward and vaguely pleasant time. Her usual friends were slowly growing more distant… couldn’t hurt to make a new one, even if it was a twenty-year old… and this girl didn’t seem to be the drama-creating type she’d loathed in college.
Lynn’s heart rate slowed as she breathed deep and reassured herself everything was going to be fine - it would probably be very interesting, in fact.
But what if this girl actually meant this to be a date? Her heart rate shot right back up as she envisioned the awkward scenario she might blunder into. What if this girl tried to kiss her or touch her or something? She thought back on the last year, and an endless series of frustrations… and her thoughts strayed toward how much she missed getting off with another person.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, wondering if that was really a possibility, really a thing . Was there… some way… was there an orgasm down some string of the night’s decisions? Would this girl… get her off? A hand was just a hand, after all… would she expect reciprocation?
Lynn stood, fighting her trembling breath to walk to the door, determined. She could play it by ear, surely. She didn’t have to agree to anything she didn’t want to do. The likelihood was extremely remote, anyway. What was the chance it was really a date, and that they really hit it off that much on a first date, considering she wasn’t even into women?
She locked her apartment door and headed to the bar. Best case scenario, she’d make a new friend and hang out and have a nice Friday. Worst case… the imagined sensations of a powerful, nervous, and taboo orgasm lingered at the fringes of her thoughts.
Much to her
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