"You about ready?" I heard my roommate Holly call from the living room of the little one-bedroom unit we shared.
"Five minutes," I replied, giving my makeup a final critical eye. I turned to the bed where my clothing for the evening was laid out, briefly considered grabbing a pair of thong panties, discarded the idea and decided to go "commando". Struggling a bit, I squeezed my firm yet ample butt into the skin-tight pair of sequin-decorated cut-off "Daisy Duke" shorts, and then shrugged into the gossamer, pale blue quarter-cup bra. Lifting my big breasts, I got the front closure hooked then nudged my 38DD's into position.
Once in place, that bra, which had set me back over a day's pay, managed to support my big boobs and generate a lot of cleavage, while leaving my nipples completely bare. I have rather prominent nips that never go all the way flat, always poking out a bit. When chilled or aroused, they become extremely stiff and sensitive, over a quarter-inch long and as big around as the tip of my little finger. The aureola are silver-dollar sized and contrast darkly against my pale, lightly freckled skin.
I pulled the pale yellow short-sleeved western cut shirt on, snapping only the middle two snaps, then pulled the tail up and tied it into a knot under my breasts, leaving a lot of my softly-rounded tummy exposed. I wasn't fat, but always seemed to carry a little too much weight for my 5'1" body, no matter what I did. I ate sensibly, and my job as a nursing assistant was very physical with a lot of heavy lifting and usually kept me on my feet the entire shift, but I just couldn't seem to drop the extra pounds. Mama always said I was "big boned".
Barely 18, I had just graduated from high school three months ago. I had attended a vo-tech type high school, and received both my high school diploma and nursing assistant certification at the same time. Within a week, I had found a job and a week later, moved in with Holly after answering her "roommate wanted" ad to get out from under my parent's overly restrictive "our house, our rules" attitude. My big brother, Kevin, was in Germany serving in the Air Force, and Sandra, my fifteen year old little sister still lived at home. I had always been a bit of a rebel growing up, and couldn't wait to get out on my own.
Holly was 25, and worked part-time in a real estate office while studying for her realtor's license. We had agreed to share a small one-bedroom unit with a single king-size bed to save money. She and I quickly became good friends, and occasional lovers, after I moved in.
I'm definitely bi, but I think it's more curiosity on Holly's part. I might have been young, but I was no stranger to sex. I had my first sexual experience with another girl at 14, and later that year, sucked a boy's cock for the first time. I gave up my virginity at 15, and have had a number of lovers, both male and female, since. Holly's led a somewhat more sheltered life than me, and often seemed a little naive and inexperienced sexually. Whatever, we got along great, and that was all that mattered.
I pulled on a pair of socks and stepped into my turquoise Tony Lama western boots with the fancy stitching on the uppers, and stood to eye myself in the full-length mirror on the wall. Lots of cleavage showed, and my aureola were a faint dusky smudge barely visible through the thin fabric, nipples tenting it up slightly. The shorts were cut short enough that only a strip a little over an inch wide ran between my legs, with lots of definite lower ass cheek showing in the rear. Only a bikini trim and shave around the edges kept pubic hair from showing at my crotch. Did I mention I'm a bit of an exhibitionist?
I gave my short, curly light brown hair a last-minute fluff and dabbed on a tiny bit of perfume, then stepped out into the living room to face Holly.
Holly was a big girl. Not fat, don't get me wrong, just big. She stood six foot in her bare feet, with long legs, wide hips and shoulders, a flat tummy I was envious of and a tight, firm ass. Her upthrust 36C bust looked small on her big frame.
She was partial to ponytails, but tonight Holly had her wavy shoulder-length dark blonde hair loose, framing a cute face with big blue eyes. Her tiny little brown leather miniskirt showed off LOTS of long, smooth leg, and the lavender scoop-necked peasant top she was wearing didn't disguise the fact that she had elected to go bra-free. I knew that her nipples were pale pink colored and thick with darker pink, tiny little quarter-sized aureola. They didn't show through her cute top, but they were making some serious bumps in the gauzy fabric as her firm globes swayed unencumbered beneath it. Her black patent-leather cowgirl boots made her seem even impossibly taller with their 3" heels. I knew she kept her pussy shaved except for a tiny little landing strip, and I was willing to bet it was bare under her little miniskirt.
I stepped forward into her arms without a word, and as Holly bent to kiss me, I slid my hand up her smooth firm thigh, under her skirt, and discovered I was wrong. I nudged the thin fabric of the tiny thong that was barely covering her slit aside, and plunged a finger into her perpetually hot, slick pussy as we tongue-wrestled briefly. Holly broke the kiss, and panting a little as my finger withdrew, said "Charli called. She can't make it tonight."
"Well damn," I said, after sucking my finger clean. "She's a lot of fun to party with. What happened?"
"She had a chance to get some overtime. They called her in to work a short shift for coverage, somebody got sick and had to go home." Charli was our neighbor from a couple of doors down. She was a 911 operator and police/fire dispatcher for the city. I could relate to getting some OT. None of us ever had much money.
"Guess it's just us tonight," Holly said, reaching for her purse. I picked up the little clutch that had my fake ID in it. I didn't really expect to need it, we were pretty much regulars at the Electric Cowboy, the club we were planning to go out to tonight. It was Lady's Night, which meant we wouldn't have to pay a cover charge, and we would get draft beer or well drinks free, important to a couple of gals on a budget. Most of the bouncers and waitresses knew us by sight if not name.
Neither of us were big drinkers, but we did both love country music and dancing. We had a couple of firm rules for when we went out, including when Charli was with us. Sometimes Charli would leave with a guy, but Holly and I arrive together and we leave together, period. We don't leave with a guy, or let him come to our little place. That night.
Of course, all bets were off the next day, and both of us had dated a few guys we had met while out dancing. A few of those guys were still friends but not romantic interests. It had been months since I'd had a cock in my pussy, and I was getting horny for one. I'd never seen Holly spend a night away from the apartment or bring a guy home, either, so I was sure it had been a while for her too.
I had another rule of my own. I don't care how hot the guy is, I don't fuck on the first date. If a second date happened, well, we'll see, but never on the first. Ever. Despite what you might think, I'm not that kind of girl.
The Electric Cowboy was one of several of the clubs and restaurants located in the city's "historic district" entertainment zone. Holly parked in a free parking lot about two blocks from the club, and we walked the rest of the way. When we arrived, there was a fair sized line of party-goers waiting to get in, as usual. We started to get in place at the tail end of the line, but the bouncer at the door spotted us, and motioned us forward. "You two. C'mon, you're in!" he said, holding the rope aside for us. Like I said, we were regulars.
We found a table, ordered beers and were both immediately asked to dance. No surprise there, we were, as I said, pretty well known here and we both headed to the dance floor. A guy had to be exceptionally NOT-good looking, or be a proven poor dancer from past experience before either of us would say no. It was nearly two hours later before we found ourselves both at the table again for the first time. That time had included a lot of line dances, where you don't really need a partner, you just get up and dance. We both grimaced at our now warm beers, and ordered fresh drinks. We each dealt with another dance request, saying about the same thing. "Ask me later, let me catch my breath".
Holly gave a little nod of her head, and I let my eyes trail to where she indicated.
Boy, he looked out of place in this club. Unlike all the would-be cowboys here, he wasn't in Western wear. He sat alone at a small 2-person table, holding a clear-colored drink that looked like he had been nursing it for a while. He looked to be in his late 20's, and was tanned and clean-shaven with close-cropped dark hair. He was wearing khaki slacks, a tight-fitting gray pullover polo shirt, deck shoes and a dark green baseball cap, with a patch on the front of it I couldn't quite make out. And he was take your breath away, crotch-wetting yummy. Maybe the most handsome man I had ever seen.
He glanced my way, locked eyes for a second, flashed a brilliant smile, and went back to watching the dancers on the floor.
"Wow!" I said, not realizing I'd said anything out loud.
Holly laughed. "Best get off your ass, girl ... or I'm gonna go beat you to him!" She knew my type, and BOY, was he my type!
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