It had been a couple days since I’d seen Bryan and I was feeling pretty blue. He had brought me to new heights of pleasure and it was difficult to just let that go even though he was married and entirely unavailable to me. I couldn’t even call him or tell anyone what happened.

I closed at the coffee shop that night and decided to go out on the town. Sitting down at the bar, I ordered a Margarita on the rocks and guzzled it as fast as I could. Listlessly, I wished I had brought a friend. I tried not to think about Bryan but I kept looking at my phone and glancing at the door. I don’t know why I expected to see him waltz into the bar but stranger things had happened. I knew despite his silence that he was as lonely as I was, he just didn‘t have the courage to make the necessary changes in his life. Even if he left his wife we probably wouldn’t end up together. He didn’t approve of my bisexual polyamorus ways and I knew better than to try to change for anyone. In truth I just wanted some more mind bending orgasms.

A woman sat down at the bar next to me. She had short, curly flaming red hair and wore a blue jean jacket. Even though I was trying my best to be alone, her eyes caught mine. “Hey how are you doing tonight?” she initiated.

“I’m sitting in a bar by myself drinking margaritas. How do you think I am?”

She ordered a beer and held out her hand, “I’m Darcy Umland. Now you’re not drinking alone anymore.”

I shook her hand and gave a half hearted smile. “My name is Silver Cloudfire.”

Darcy chuckled. “Either your parents are hippies or you’re a witch, am I right?“

“I’m a proud pagan, thank you very much.“

“I’m an atheist myself. Have you been here before?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so. I come here all the time. It’s a pretty laid back hang out.”

“Yes, it seems nice,” I lied. I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t taken the least bit of notice of the surroundings. A lot of my coworkers recommended this bar, though. Unwillingly brought out of my self centered haze, I scanned the room. As the night wore on it had been getting more and more crowded. Darcy sipped her beer contentedly, glancing at me occasionally. I felt guilty ignoring her so I started talking. We engaged in some small talk. Darcy had the kind of manner that made you feel at home immediately. After a little while she said, “I love this song, do you want to get up and dance.”

“Why not?”

We bounced onto the dance floor and began moving to the strong rock beat. The release of moving my body did a world of good. Tension began to fade from my body as I let loose to the music. “You are a great dancer,” Darcy said.

“No, I’m not but thanks for saying so.”

Darcy shook her head and reached for me. I smiled, thinking this night could get better as she confidently came towards me and gently put her hands on my hips as we danced. Smiling wide, I turned my back to Darcy and she danced up behind me, her pelvis against my ass. In a momentary look around the room I saw a few guys ogling us. I locked eyes with one of them and reached behind me to caress the side of Darcy’s thigh. His eyes and mouth grew wide. I almost expected to see drool come pouring out of his mouth at any moment. Darcy didn’t see me looking at him. I wondered what she would think if she had. Observing her mannerisms and way of speaking it was pretty clear that she was a dyke. I imagine she didn’t think much about the opposite sex. These dudes were a perfect example of how not to act as a man. I turned provocatively toward her and put my arms around her shoulders.  My pussy tingled as she pressed her small yet firm breasts against mine.

She reminded me of the boys I crushed on in high school. She was just the right blend of feminine and masculine. Her light freckles were only visible from close up and her icy blue eyes were easy to meet. Darcy’s soft curly hair smelled like Pert. Shampoo and conditioner all in one step, “You smell practical,” I muttered, a bit drunkenly.