Lesbian Lover

Posted by: pumkins0up on: September 2, 2008

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Coolest Lesbian bar I’ve ever seen.
I will never reveal the name of it, for fear that I may be recognized.

Hands down!
My beau’s band was playing Sunday night, and he said he’d drive. I trusted him that he’d keep his word. We get to the bar and it is all Carnivale style. Bearded ladies, half naked women, games involving dildos…haha, it was a sight! There were a few burlesque performers and fire eaters and plenty of lesbians that needed some lovin!
So my beau has a wristband, meaning that he can consume as much cheap beer as he wants. Seeing this, I know that I’ll be driving home. Go fucking figure. So he is walking around, we dance a little, people watch, when a women walks up to me and asks what I’m doing….
I told her that I was there for my boyfriends band. She obviously didn’t really hear me, or chose not to hear the word, “boyfriend.” She and her other girl friends start chatting with me when the telltale questions pops; “What are you?” I am stunned. I respond, “Human.” They all start giggling and chatting about my “sharp tongue.” I nervously laughed. I’ve interacted with lesbians before, they are all usually really great girls and I find them to be better to be in a relationship with than with a man. Lesbians of course are women, so they know women. They know how to kiss and how to make a girl feel great about herself, plus they are rough and tough! They are all chatting and ask how experienced I am with the different genders. I told them that I’ve only had sex with men, but have “dabbled” with women. They all laughed and thought I was being cute. I mean, I’ve kissed two girls in my life. They were probably the best kisses I have ever gotten really. I won’t deny it. I mean, who knows, I got along great with those women at that bar, maybe its time for a women? I think I like the man’s touch a little bit more Big strong hands….
OKAY! Haha, back to my story.
So we go into the bar. This women wants to buy me a drink, but I told her that I’ve had enough (4 is my limit) and I told her that I would buy her a drink. She was all impressed and excused herself for a moment. So I talked to her friend who wanted to know if I had tattoos. I showed ‘em off. The lady, who’s name is Tara, came back and wanted to check out my tattoos. I showed her and if she would’ve had a penis, well, who knows, maybe she did!, she would’ve had a boner. Her drink came and she kissed me. Not just some little kiss, but a nice good loving kiss. I didn’t hold back. I kissed her as well. It was passionate. Mind you, it was only 30 seconds, but when we pulled back, she had a grin. Now I know that I can make lesbians happy as well

Beau met her and her friends and by this time, he was smashed. So I went to meet more lesbians. They must have thought that I was with Tara because everyone was asking where she picked me up! I told her that I was going to mingle. I found my beau’s friend, who is quite the dancer and we danced for a good half hour and then I was chatting with another gal pal. I eventually felt pretty free, so I took my bra and t-shirt off and then put on my sweater on only buttoned the middle button. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em! So me and him danced some more when Tara showed up again, she wanted to dance too. It was fun, but eventually she got the hint and moved on.

The rest of the night was fun, until my man got drunk enough to get off stage and play his banjo while a burlesque dancer was rubbing up against him. That set me aflame. They were done with their set and they got all packed up. I followed my beau’s flatmate over to the bar when I saw my man’s parents!!! I was mortified!! Here I was, half naked, his flatmate told me I was fine, there were half naked women running around there anyways. So we all stand around for a bit and then my man took his keys out and said we were going home. Fine. Dandy. Except he wanted to drive. I’ve lost a really good girlfriend to a drunk driving accident.
Nobody took her keys away from her. I was there. I could have stopped her….
So I was super mad now. I grabbed his keys, his ma told me to watch him. I don’t want to be a mother at 22! He wanted to drive. Well his friend rode with us, I pushed beau into his car and we drove off to his house. Once we got there I hauled ass to get my backpack together and leave. I was fuming. His friend crashed on the couch and beau was wasted but wanted me to stay. I think we talked for 45 minutes. I dunno if anything I said was processed, but we went to sleep and the next morning I apologized for acting like such a bitch about the burlesque dancer and how mad I was about how drunk he was. After all, I kissed a girl. I even liked it. So I shouldn’t be the one nagging. I told him that I wouldn’t take back what I said about drinking and driving though. I told him if he ever plans on drinking and he had driving, to take his car. If I ever found out about him drinking and driving, I’d surely kill that kid.
Now he knows that I’m so serious about drunk driving. He felt really bad about it. I was happy he did. He still has a heart anyways.

That was my Labor Day weekend story!!
THE END.

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