It was 11pm on a Friday night and I needed a woman. I try to avoid the dyke bars, but my pussy sometimes rules my brain, so I walked downtown and into Jimmie’s place. It was dark & smoky, and I settled onto a stool near the front, ordering a Jack & Coke and taking a look around.

Aw man, same old faces, same old crowd. I scanned the place again, sipping my drink; wait, what have we here? A cute, shy little brunette wearing white jeans and a pink tank top, a nice set of tits on her and her wide mouth looking so inviting. She was sitting with a group of ladies I’ve seen in here before – they look more like a coffe klatch than a group of lesbians and I usually dismissed them on site. But this lady in pink…well, I’d just have to go over and introduce myself.

I picked up my drink and approached them. “How’s it goin'”, I asked, but only received a couple of unappreciative stares. I guess they didn’t like my leather jacket & studded jeans. Or maybe it was my short, spiked black hair that put them off. I guess I did look pretty tough.

“I’ve seen you ladies in here a few times, just thought I’d introduce myself. I’m Jackie.” I extended my hand to the woman who seemed to be the most dominant and aggressive and smiled like an idiot. After what seemed like an hour, she shooked my hand and said, “Gail.” Then she pointed to the ladies in her group in turn and said, “Macy, Laura, Mellisa, Amy,” and as she pointed to the object of my desire, she said, “Rachel.”

“Nice to meet you ladies. Hi, Rachel” I said, as I pulled up a chair to their table. I sat on it backwards, straddling it, right up next to lovely Rachel. Gail gave me a look and I smiled innocently, resting my hands on the top of the back of the chair.

After a moment of small talk, I shut my mouth and listened to the women go about their conversation, ordering drinks.