I’m 22 (was 21 then), 5”4 brunette, pretty muscular and thin, and a couple months ago, I used to go out and drink a lot, and it never failed to let my inner slut go wild. I still consider myself a lesbian, but that one night of drunken sex never fails to make me horny when I think back on it.
One summer night, I was at my favorite bar with a friend, enjoying maybe a couple too many drinks after what had been a very tiring week. From afar, I had noticed this guy, maybe a bit older than me. Attractive guy, but not what I was looking for. Or so I thought. We talked for a bit while sharing a cigarette, where I learned that he was 26, still a student and single.
Not caring about it that much, I said my goodbyes as it was getting late, and started walking home. I don’t know if it was the alcohol, but I felt a wave of panic at the idea of going back home and ran back to the bar. My friend greeted me with open arms and comforted me, and that guy from earlier was standing next to her.