Not Myself Tonight

I'm not usually the type of girl that goes out to bars or clubs a lot. Last Friday was an exception to that rule. I had a bad week last week. I got fired from my job, I was fighting with my best friend, and to top it all off, right after storming out of the job I was fired from, I broke my favorite pair of heels on the way to my car in the parking lot. Not a good week at all. On Friday, after I got home early, since I had been fired, I decided to try to relax and take the rest of the day and have time to myself. No work, no talking to anyone, no computer. Just peace and quiet. As soon as I got through the door, I headed straight to my bedroom, grabbed my towel, and went to start the water for a bath. I waited impatiently until the water filled up enough, then carefully stepped in, and sunk down, the arms of warm water embracing my body, instantly relaxing me. I cleared my mind of everything I was stressed out about and nearly drifted off to sleep when all of a sudden my house phone rang. "Hello," I answered, sounding annoyed."Please just talk to me, Olive," My best friend, Carrie said on the other end. "Car, I'm really not in a great mood right now, I don't wanna talk to anyone, but I'm not mad at you. We'll talk more tomorrow," I replied, then hung up, not giving her a chance to say anything else. I love that girl to pieces. She is like a sister to me. We have been best friends since we were in diapers. She is the only one I let call me Olive. I hate being called Olive. I prefer my given name, Olivia. I don't live in a jar of salty water. After I hung up the phone, I decided to clean myself up, and figured I would go out by myself to one of the local bars. I couldn't just go to any bar though, because if I just go to a regular bahis siteleri bar, guys will hit on me constantly, which annoys me cause I'm a lesbian. It isn't really their fault though, since I guess I don't look like a "typical" lesbian. I am very girly, always wearing makeup, dresses and heels. I usually straighten my reddish brown hair, because I have found people seem to like my hair more and give me more compliments when my hair is straight. I don't really wear too much makeup, mainly just a little makeup around my bright green eyes, and a neutral colored lipstick. I'm pretty tall when I wear heels, because standing flat, I am already 5'10, so I am taller than most people when I am wearing heels. I like being tall. It gives me confidence. At around 8 pm, I decided to leave and walk a few streets over to the local gay and lesbian bar. I live in New York City, just outside the village, so gay bars are common around here. I walked in scanning the bar, my eyes landing on an empty seat towards the far end of the bar. I made my way over, and sat down, ordering my favorite drink, a strawberry daiquiri. I was sitting there, just sipping on my drink at the bar, when a girl that walked in caught my eye, nearly causing me to choke on my drink. She was stunning. She looked like she might be a model, most likely a bikini model with the amazing body she had. She had dark brown hair, styled in curls, and eyes as blue as the ocean. She was wearing a tight, red dress, that showed off her figure so well. I noticed her round ass as she turned around to talk to her friend for a second. Her breasts were a pretty good size too, I was guessing maybe a C cup. I noticed I was staring too much, and immediately looked away turning back towards canlı bahis siteleri the bar. I had also already finished my entire drink. I drink quite a bit when I get nervous. I flagged down the bartender and ordered another daiquiri. I was still facing towards the bar, when I heard a voice next to me. "Make that two," The voice said. "Oh my God," I thought to myself. It was the girl that just walked in. Her voice was so sexy. It was sweet, with a hint of raspiness, and also a slight accent I couldn't quite decipher. Just those three words out of her mouth and I was already wet. Maybe it was the alcohol starting to kick in, or maybe it was her, or a combination of both. I tried to stay calm, and look cool, but then she said something to me. "I like your dress! Where'd you get it"? She asked, hoping to start a conversation with me. "Uh... I think I got it over by 42nd and Broadway, I don't know I've had it for a while," I replied, nervously smiling. "It's cute, but not as cute as you are," She replied, flirtatiously.I blushed and smiled shyly. "Thanks... So are you." On the inside, I was kicking myself for not coming up with something better than just returning the compliment. "I'm Alex by the way. That's my friend Grace over there," she said, pointing to the blonde she had walked in with, "but she looks like she's busy over there, so I hope you don't mind me talking to you." "Oh, no I don't mind at all and I'm Olivia, nice to meet you," I said, a little too excited. We made some small talk, and continued sipping on strawberry daiquiris until we lost count. I learned that she was from England, and she was in New York on a work visa, working as a part time model and a part time fashion designer. She was also 22 years old, canlı bahis like me. I told her about my terrible week, and the job I used to have at Elle magazine, as a photographer. "Oh so you're a photographer? That's hot," she said, flirtatiously biting on the straw in her drink. If I wasn't soaked already, that did it. Everything this girl did or said seemed to be sexy, which was something I wasn't. I usually don't come out with things like this, but I guess the alcohol helped get it out of me. "Yes," I replied. "God. You're so sexy. No wonder you're a model." "Well thank you. So are you, I don't know why you aren't a model too," she said, smiling."Me? No way. I can't be sexy it's just impossible. I could never get down the sexy look, like that thing with the eyes that models do," I replied."Oh you mean this," she asked, looking at me with her sexy model look."Yes! Exactly that. I cannot do that. I have tried so hard, but I just look stupid," I said.She laughed a little, "It took me a while to get it," she took a sip of her drink, then continued, "The key is to not think too much and have confidence."We must have been talking for quite a while, because the bar was about to close. The crowd was starting to thin out, and we were among the few people besides the bartender, left in the bar. The alcohol hit me again, making me say something else I normally wouldn't say. "So do you wanna come back to my apartment, it looks like they're closing the place up," I asked. My heart was pounding out of my chest. She paused before answering, biting her lip slightly. "Well I was gonna suggest we go to another bar, but I think I like you're idea better." I just smiled in response. So many thoughts were running through my mind. Does Alex like me? Does she wanna have sex with me? Oh fuck. Did I wax down there? Oh thank God I did today. Oh crap. I definitely left my vibrator out. Fuck I am so wet. Thank God I'm wearing black. If I soaked through my panties, it won't show.