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Sophie was having such an amazing night. Before she moved away from home this was the kind of night that she dreamed of. This was the kind of freedom she had always wanted. Sure, it was scary. But all the best things send a little fear into your heart. It lets you know you’re alive. I guess she knew she wasn’t like a lot of girls her age. Most girls wouldn’t go on a night out alone like this, but Sophie didn’t mind. She had never felt the fear of loneliness that seemed to plague the thoughts of others. She just wanted to be free, to have experiences. Some may call it desperately searching something, and for Sophie it burned like a fire inside of her. Sure, she had friends. She liked to socialise sometimes. But she couldn’t do things like this with her friends, and besides, going anywhere with anyone always meant compromise. These Friday nights had become a bit of a ritual now. A local pub just on the outskirts of town held the specialist music night each week. Sophie would walk there and get a taxi back at the end of the night. She didn’t have a lot of money, scraping by on a part-time job at a supermarket. It wasn’t her dream job but she understood that it would take time to achieve her dream. She went to college, but had no real plans after that. No real plans besides experiencing anyway. Tonight was probably the fifth or sixth time she had come. Faces were slowly becoming more familiar the more she went. There were a few guys that Sophie had started to notice. etimesgut escort There was one man in particular who had been there nearly every Friday since she started going. The realisation that she liked this guy happened a few weeks ago when he wasn’t there. She had no idea she liked him before that moment. It was difficult to describe why this guy seemed special. He was usually accompanied by a couple of friends, but he stood out. He had slightly messy dark blonde hair, striking blue eyes and a look of confidence. He was tall, and looked as though he could pick her up easily, so strong and secure. Sophie never saw him dancing but had noticed him watching her dance. Actually there were a lot of guys that watched her as she danced but she would have never noticed them. Sophie had no idea but she was pretty. Her eyes were dark and large, and she accentuated them with black kohl eyeliner. She had plump sugary looking lips and her hair was blonde and wavy. Sophie was never sure how to wear it, often awkwardly twisting it to one side. Her body was perfectly proportioned, and although she was quite short she was able to carry herself with ease. Sophie hated being petite of course. She dreamily wandered her eyes over other girls who were taller and thinner than her, wishing for similar attributes. I guess it’s the same with anyone. You always want what you can’t have, desire things that you haven’t got. She liked this place eryaman escort because she didn’t really know anyone. And of course it played nearly all her favourite music. It meant she was able to drink what she wanted, dance how she wanted and sing at the top of her voice if she wanted. It’s because of that she was tentative to make friends here. Even like minded ones as she feared becoming self conscious. If she remained anonymous she remained free. And tonight everything seemed right, she felt great. Sophie wasn’t sure whether it was just that all the right songs were playing or just that the mood felt good. She felt good, dressed in a short black bandeau dress that fit tightly over her curves. It’s funny, she thought, how atmosphere makes such a difference. It’s so intangible yet so important. She decided to rest her feet for a while and get another drink. Her shoes were a wedged heels for some extra height. It gave her a feeling of confidence to walk tall with a strut. Kind of hellish for dancing though, and Sophie could feel her feet starting to ache. She took a seat at the bar and ordered her favourite drink, coconut rum. She knew it was kind of girly but who cares. No one was there to judge. The girl behind the bar gave her a long smile, seemingly knowing. Sophie smiled back, slightly shying away from the exchange. The girl seemed so self assured and confident. She wore loose low slung jeans and a cut cropped t-shirt, sincan escort and her long brown hair seemed to flow effortlessly in a way Sophie had never managed. As she turned away, Sophie watched her, admiring the curve of her back and her small toned waist. She forced herself to stop and look away as she realised she had stared for a moment too long. Although she had never been with a girl before, she had often wandered what it would be like. What would you do together? Her mind wandered further as she closed her eyes. It was hot in the bar, so many people dancing, drinking and talking together. She imagined the girl teasing her as the temperature rose. Her t-shirt becoming clingy and damp exposing her pert and erect nipples beneath the fabric. Sophie heart began beating faster and she could feel the blood rushing to her pussy as it became wetter with each thought. Her mind raced as she imagined what the girls wet lips would be like, if she felt like Sophie did right now. Sophie was desperate to touch herself as she became increasingly aroused. She stopped herself. The feeling didn’t disappear, she was so horny now but she had to stop. What else could she do? She wanted to whisper to the barmaid ‘fuck me’ and strip her there and then. She wanted to feel the touch of her soft wet skin upon hers, pushing up against her frantically kissing and sucking every inch she could find. Sophie would die to taste another woman, to smell and lick the wet desire of somebody new. She had tasted herself before and often thought it tasted good, sweet somehow. Would the girl taste the same? Now she really had to stop. Sophie shook her head and opened her eyes. She felt flushed. Feeling wet between her legs she wasn’t sure whether anyone would have seen her.