All-girl orgy

CHAPTER TWO

I was standing at the bar and looking around, waiting to see if there was anyone interesting in the place that night. There were a lot of old faces. I had been to bed with some of them and some I wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole.

I sipped my drink. I had had quite a few already and so I was beginning to feel just right. One more and I probably would have slipped over into sloppiness, but right now I was doing fine, enjoying the world and all that it had to offer.

I saw an old acquaintance come in. She was a big butch type who I wouldn't have slept with in a million years, but she was good to talk to and we had had a few drunken conversations in our day that made us both feel like we knew everything that had to be known.

She had someone with her, I noticed. I looked intently to see if I recognized the companion but I didn't. A new face, I thought. And what a face. She was gorgeous, I saw then. And the closer the two of them got the more gorgeous I thought she was. I sighed and took a stiff gulp of my drink as I watched her approach.

When Lizzie saw me she waved and nodded and I held up ply drink to her.

"Well, hello there, beautiful," she said to me with a laugh.

I couldn't return the compliment but I was glad to see her.

"How have you been doing?" I asked. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"It certainly has. How have you been occupying yourself lately?"

"Oh, this and that. The usual sort of mischief. What about you?"

"I've been doing the usual. I… ahem, I found a little friend here. Let me introduce you to her, shall I, Monica?" she said.

I glanced around her massive frame and caught another glimpse of the gorgeous girl who was trailing her. She was looking about the bar like it was the weirdest thing she had ever seen in her life. She looked very young.

"Yes, by all means introduce me, Lizzie. She looks adorable."

"She is, she is, you're right there, girl," she said to me.

She turned and called to her companion. The girl was startled. She smiled at Lizzie and took a step closer to the two of us.

"Hi," she said to me, smiling a very friendly smile.

"This is Cindy Lou," Lizzie said to me. "She's from Georgia. One of those Georgia peaches you hear about. Isn't she sweet?"

"Mouth-watering," I said as I extended my hand to meet the girl's tiny one. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Cindy Lou."

"Nice to meet you too," she said with a thick Southern accent.

We shook hands and I put my other hand over hers, squeezing tight for a long moment. She smiled some more and I was falling instantly in love.

"Where did you find this lovely thing," I said softly to Lizzie as I continued to stare at the young vision of loveliness from the South.

"That's a long story, not very interesting," she said. "Let's just say that our paths crossed. I've taken her under my wing at the moment."

"Why is that? Has she fallen out of some nest or something?"

"Yeah, you could say that. Monica," Lizzie said. "She ran away from home. Had a pretty terrible life there, she tells me. She's come to the big city to try and make it as a model. I think she's got what it takes, don't you?"

"Oh yes… yes indeed she does," I said. "I think she could work out just fine. Look at that hair, those eyes, the cheekbones perfection!"

"I agree with you," Lizzie said with a deep sigh.

We were both staring at the girl and she shifted about self-consciously. But at the same time she was preening. She obviously enjoyed the attention she was getting even if she didn't know quite what to do with it when she got it.

I was trying to decide what to do about this situation, whether to go for the girl right away or see what was happening between her and Lizzie. Someone so young and delicate falling into the sexual clutches of Lizzie, though, seemed grotesque to me and I just reacted badly to the whole idea of it. But I couldn't tell Lizzie that. She was a friend. Not a great, lifelong friend or anything, but I didn't want to actively insult her. The thing was, I wasn't so sure that she was even after her that much. Lizzie liked them young and beautiful, like so many others did, but she had a realistic attitude about who she could attract and she didn't go beyond that very often, unless something just fell into her lap. The question was whether that was the case here.

I didn't take my eyes off of Cindy Lou. I knew that I was risking Lizzie's displeasure that way, flirting with the girl before I got permission, but it wasn't as if I was pawing at her ass already or anything. And I think Lizzie was fairly broadminded as well as realistic. I wasn't going to steal the girl away if I really picked up the vibe that the two of them were going to get together. Lizzie would realize that. And I didn't think she was the type to hold it against you if you got something that she would like but knew she couldn't have. And Cindy Lou, from where I was looking at the sweet, gorgeous, naive thing, was out of Lizzie's league entirely.

"Would you like to have a drink, dear?" I said to Cindy Lou. "I'm sure that Lizzie won't mind if I buy you a drink. Will you, Lizzie?"

Lizzie sighed and threw up her hands. I think she was starting to get the picture now, and coming back down to earth after wishing a fantasy about this kid.

"No, go ahead, I don't mind. Buy me one too while you're at it," she said.

"Of course. What are you two having? Name your poison, come on."

"I'll have vodka on the rocks, I think," Lizzie said, moving up to the bar. She stepped up on the other side of me, leaving me access to the girl.

"And what about you, Cindy Lou? Let's see, from your part of the country a mint julep, I suppose, huh?"

"I don't think I ever had me one of those, to tell you the truth, though I heard they was popular down there where I come from," she said.

"Well, actually, I'm not so sure they'd know how to make one here, anyway, so why don't we think of something else for now, okay?"

"Oh, yeah, sure, I don't care. How about a… what do you call them? A martini. Can I have one of those? I think I'd like them."

I smiled and glanced at Lizzie who then winked at me.

"A martini it is, my dear. And a vodka on the rocks," I said to the bartender. "And I will have another one of these, please."

I turned back to my two new companions and smiled at them. I must admit that I looked at Cindy Lou a lot more than I did at the other one, though. Who can blame me? She was a fat dyke with a short haircut and a tough face, while the other one was sugar and spice and all of that sort of stuff. A gorgeous delight.

The bartender brought our drinks and I held mine up in the air.

"Shall we drink a toast, girl?" I said to them then.

"Sure," Lizzie said, lifting hers up too. "What shall we toast?"

"How about the two most beautiful women in this bar tonight," I said.

Lizzie chuckled. "Well, I don't know about that. But it's awfully nice of you to say, heh heh…"

"I was speaking of Cindy Lou and myself, dear," I said.

"Oh," Lizzie said and then sighed.

We drank. She was a good sport but I wasn't going to let that stand in my way of sucking the pussy of that adorable Southern belle.