A Chance Encounter?

The woman sitting at the bar was all alone, and if anyone had been watching her closely, they would have seen that she was not a happy person. At forty two years old, Katie felt like she had lost everything, and she just wanted to have a few drinks by herself and wallow in self pity.

She had been sitting for nearly ten minutes on the comfortable bar stool, nursing her drink, when a person sidled up to the bar and sat down two seats from her to her right and ordered a light beer. It was a feminine voice, so Katie glanced over and saw that it was a young woman who looked barely old enough to drink. The girl looked at Katie and their eyes met briefly.

Katie looked back down at her drink as the bartender, a handsome man who seemed way too flamboyant to be straight, carried the drink to the young woman and then headed back to the other end of the bar.

“Are you meeting someone?” Katie heard the voice of the young lady to her right asking and she glanced over again before realizing that the woman was speaking to her.

“Ah no, no I’m here by myself.” She replied, not really feeling much like getting into a conversation right now.

“Yeah me too. I’m not usually the type of person who just pops into a bar for a drink in the middle of the day, especially by myself, but I just really wanted a beer. Tough morning.” She grimaced.

Katie nodded and looked back at her drink. She really didn’t know why she was here either. It wasn’t because she wanted a drink, she really didn’t like the taste of alcohol much. She supposed that it was because the bar was the place that all depressed people went to when they felt really bad, and she felt really bad right now.

“So ah, what about you?” The woman asked, “Do you often come here during the day for a drink all by yourself?”

Katie shot the woman an appalled look, thinking that she has a lot of nerve to ask such a question, but before she had the chance to be very angry, the woman said “I’m sorry, that was out of line. Don’t answer that question. I’m not very good at conversations with people I just met at the bar.” She sipped her beer and mumbled something under her breath.

Even though Katie was not in the mood to chat with a stranger, she could see that the woman felt genuinely bad, and she thought that it was better to talk with another woman then to sit by herself and wait for some man to try to pick her up. Since showing up, she had already been hit on once by a much older man.

Turning to look at the woman, Katie said “This is the first time I’ve ever been in this place.” and she chuckled.

“Seriously?” The young woman looked on with genuine surprise, and Katie thought that she looked very pretty. She momentarily wondered why such a pretty, young, vibrant woman wanted to talk to a much older woman. This girl was about the same age as her own daughter.

“Yes, I’m serious. I’m not real big on bars either to be honest.” Katie replied, shaking her head. “And I really don’t love alcohol either.” She held her drink up in her hand and swirled it around.

“Then why are you here?!?”

Katie sighed and her shoulders slumped. For a moment she seemed lost in thought, then she turned back and said “I don’t know. I guess it’s because the bar is the place that people go to when they find out their spouse is cheating on them.” Her lips pursed and she blinked back tears that threatened to spill over her eyelids.

The pretty young lady, showing concern, slid over to the seat next to Katie and said “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“It’s alright. It kinda feels better to talk about it you know. I haven’t talked to anybody, so it’s still pretty raw right now.” It was strange talking about this with a stranger, but it felt right.

“Well look, if you want to be left alone, I understand, but if you want to talk to someone, I’m a good listener. You don’t know me so you can tell me anything, and it might be cathartic to get it all out too. I’ve got nowhere to be, so…it’s up to you.” She looked on with raised eyebrows.

After some internal debate, Katie decided that she could trust this young woman and the two moved to a booth to talk. The girl introduced herself as Anne and from there Katie talked about her husband Derek and their twenty one year marriage. She told about finding the incriminating text on his phone and confronting him. She told about how he denied it all at first, but then finally broke down and told her everything.

“So it turns out that he’s been fucking this twenty one year old bimbo for like six months now. Some bitch named Beth, and she knows that he’s married too. I was so pissed that I kicked him out. I told him to expect divorce papers to be coming soon.”

Anne had sat in silence the whole time, listening intently, and now she finally asked “Have you filed for divorce yet?”

“No. I don’t even know if I’m going to. On one hand, I’m so angry with him, I could kill him, but I still love him too, and it seems like such a waste of twenty years.”

“You must have a lot of anger toward the other woman.”

Sighing deeply, Katie said “When I first found out about her, I wanted to strangle her. After I calmed down though, I realized that she means nothing. I mean if he wasn’t fucking her he would be fucking someone else. He’s the cheating bastard, and when it comes right down to it, I should be angry with his decision to go outside the marriage.”

Anne sat for a few moments in silence, mulling over what she had been told, then said “Maybe you should do to him what he did to you. I mean, he slept with a young woman, you should do the same.”

“Oh no, I don’t sleep around like that. Besides, how many twenty year old men would want to fuck an old broad like me?” Katie said, taking a long swallow from her drink.

“Oh please, give yourself some credit. You are sexy as hell, and any guy, any age would be all over you, and quite a few women as well.”

“Now your just trying to make me feel better.” Katie said, giving her the raised eyebrow look.

“No, I’m not.” She reached across and took Katie’s hand in hers, looked her straight in the eyes and said “I find you very attractive, and I’m only twenty one.”

“Are you hitting on me?” Katie questioned.

“What would you say if I was?”

Sitting back in her seat and pulling her hand with her, Katie said “I’d tell you that you are barking up the wrong tree. I’m not a lesbian, which is why I married a man.”

Anne sighed loudly and replied “Gay, straight, bisexual, lesbian. We have all these labels that we place on everyone, like everyone belongs in a box. The gays in this box, the straights in here. I don’t consider myself a lesbian either. Some days I want big, hard, throbbing, pulsing, sweaty cock. I want to smell it and lick it and suck it and fuck it. Then the next day, I feel like diving in to the slick, silky soft folds of a creamy pussy. I just want to smell it and lick it and drink all her lovely juices.”

Katie felt her face blushing as she listened to the pretty woman. She had never in her life been attracted to women in a sexual way, but there was something about this woman that was getting to her. She realized that she had been holding in her breath, listening to the sexy sounds of Anne’s voice, and she slowly exhaled through pursed lips. “Well, I ah, I think that I should be going now.” She said and started to slide toward the edge of the booth seat. That was when she realized just how wet she had become.

Anne reached over and caught Katie’s arm, and when Katie looked up at her, Anne smiled warmly and said “It’s okay to try something different you know. It won’t mean that you are a lesbian either, just that you are adventurous. I’ve got a few hours to kill and my place is just around the corner. Why don’t you come with me. I’ll let you decide how far we go, and if you are uncomfortable, we will stop.”

It was so difficult for Katie to think straight at the moment. The last few days had been filled with so many bad emotions, she had lost respect of her husband and probably lost her marriage, her daughter was away at college, and four months prior, she had lost her mother to cancer. Ever since her mom had died, she had felt lost and distant, and intimacy with her husband had become non-existent, the reason that he gave for sleeping around.

“I…I don’t think that…I could do that. I just…”

“Ssshhh, just let yourself go for a change.” Anne said, reaching up and caressing the side of Katie’s face.