Sam’s New Journey:Part One:

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Sam’s New Journey:Part One:She was late. Or maybe I’m just being too anxious Sam thought as she fiddled with her rose gold watch. She wasn’t sure what made her agree to this meeting, especially after the last two disasters. She was a newly out lesbian, green as spring grass her friends would tease. Yet, she hadn’t yet worked up the nerve to pursue any women. She thought herself terrible at the dating game and so did everyone else apparently.Her friends decided weeks ago to set her up on a few prospective dates. The first she never showed for because her nerves got the best of her, it also resulted in a fight with her good friend Amy, who, is the cousin of the girl she ditched.The next one was just completely awkward, J or, Jamie a friend of a friend, couldn’t have been more her polar opposite. She was what türbanlı osmaniye escort Sam like to refer to has a “hardcore dyke”. She wasn’t very subtly or discreet. The whole night she flirted with other women and insisted that Sam was a tease playing the cute and innocent card. Needless to say, there was never going to be a repeat with her. Sam was sure she’d be a spinster by the age of 28 before it was all said and done. What made her go along with this next impromptu set up? “I let Nick talk me into this, she always talks me into things”. Sam shifted in the tough wooden barstool that had slowly grown uncomfortable after sitting so long. The bar wasn’t packed but it wasn’t empty either. It was filled with the smell of cedar and autumn flavored beer taps. türbanlı osmaniye escort bayan No men, just women. It was the newest lez club to hit the city, set apart from the others, it was all the workings of a co-ed bar, except there where less likely to be fights and no possibility to get hit on by drunken males pumped up on bravado. Sam scanned the room. “So this is where the cool girls hang? This place is way out of my league”. “That girl is way out of my league.” She thought back to when her best-friend Nikki showed her Zoe’s picture. She remembered how blown away she was by this woman’s super model look.Nikki always had amazing taste in friends, both male and female. Sometimes Sam wondered why Nick even bothered to hang with her. Nikki türbanlı escort osmaniye was a fucking knockout too and Zoe, was even more gorgeous than her. She possessed such striking European features. Long raven hair, perfectly pouty lips, gorgeous hazel eyes and a body that would make the most gorgeous celebrity woman blush. She wasn’t unnecessarily thin or heavy, she had the most perfect curves that Sam likened to a BMW coupe. “Would you like another”? Sam snapped out of her daydream to a wide eyed bartender who had a rather perplexing half grin on her face.”Would you like another”? The regally body mod adorned bartender pointed to Sam’s dead solider sitting idly next to her. Sam gave a half smile, looked at her watch and her face turned sullen again. “No”, she sighed half heartedly, “I think I should get going, no need to wait around for nothing right”? “If you say so doll.” The bartender shrugged. Just as Sam had stood up and grabbed her coat, a perfectly manicured hand lay on her shoulder. “Leaving so soon? I was hoping to have a drink or two.” Sam slowly gazed up towards the face connected to that sultry voice and met a pair of gorgeously, hypnotizing hazel eyes. “Zoe”?

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