Some days, I wish I could take it back. I love my family, of course. But I don’t think anyone would have guessed what happened next. I was 23 and had just gotten out an emotionally-abusive relationship when I met Elizabeth. I was at a gay bar and decided to advance my bi-sexuality some more. This woman was beautiful, hair black as a raven, lips the color of blood, eyes as green as emeralds with a brush of freckles on her cheeks. I was sitting alone, feeling like an idiot, when she came to talk to me.

“You lost?” She asked me as I listened to her beautiful French accent.

“What?” I asked her with one eyebrow raised.

She giggled cutely before continuing her jest with a teasing grin.

“You’re at a gay bar and you’re sober and alone. Did you just get dumped?”

Like I said, I felt like in idiot enough. Now, having this incredibly beautiful girl tease me was not exactly boosting my self esteem. I rolled my eyes, slightly insulted by her comment.

“As a matter of fact, I broke up with him.” I replied with a slightly annoyed tone.

I must have made one of the best jokes ever because she tossed her head back and gave a heartfelt laugh.

“HIM??” She asked, still tormenting me with her beautiful laughter.

I could feel my pale face turn hot pink out of embarrassment and began to remove myself from the situation by standing up and gathering my stuff. I was just about to walk away when I felt her cold hand grab my arm. I looked at her and saw the sincere look on her face.

“I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you. I was laughing at the idiot who lost you.”

I could feel my heart skip a beat. Who was this beautifully charming woman and why was she talking to me? Now that I look at her some more, she had a Gothic look to her. Besides her raven hair, she had a tight, black, crop-top, a pierced and tattooed stomach, and dark blue, skinny, ripped jeans. The more I saw how beautiful she was, the wetter my panties were getting. I sat back down next to her and I could feel her eyes look me up and down, the more she did, the bigger her grin got as she bit her lip.

“One white sangria for the beautiful lady.” She told the bartender.
I gave her a slight smile.

“That’s my favorite drink…” I said, a bit shyly.

She grinned and nodded

“I could tell. I’m Elizabeth.”

“I’m Lucy.”

She gave another charming, beautiful smile as she gave me my drink.

“Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl.”

I blushed and smiled as I took a sip of the sangria. It was quiet for a moment before she placed her cold hand on mines and looked deeply into my pale-blue eyes and whispered to me.

“I need you to help me understand why you’re by yourself. You’re absolutely beautiful, with your black jumpsuit, your choker, and your pale skin, red lips, and nearly white hair. We’ve only been speaking for a few moments but my panties are soaked and I know it’s because of you. You just broke up with someone and you wanna do something wild. Meet me outside.”

My eyes widened. What just happened? My heart was racing as I saw her walk out of the bar with her hips switching side from side with a naughty grin on her face. I sat there, contemplating on what to do. Did this beautiful fucking woman just offer something? My legs were shaking and I could feel my clit pulsing. I was so horny for her and I know I needed to take up that offer. I made her wait for a few minutes to avoid seeming desperate as all hell and left the bar.