The Expanded Back Story Of Sarah, A Girl From The - Sex Stories

The Expanded Back Story Of Sarah, A Girl From The

In the 2 years I spent as a bartender there were only two girls, Sarah and Kelly, that I fucked just to fuck. The other 13 I actually liked in some way or another, I mean I didn' want to marry them or anything, but they all had some charm. But not Sarah. Sarah was hot alright, in fact I ranked her at the top 3 of the hottest girls I fucked while working at the bar. She had nice long dirty blond/light brown hair, a very respectable body, I'm not talking rail thin or anything, but the meat was in all the right places. mainly her tits, a nice 36C if I remember correctly and a fine tight ass that I enjoyed making jiggle while we fucked. Now, Sarah liked to hang out on most weeknights with her "friends". She would usually show up around 10pm already "tipsy", or as I later learned sometimes stoned. She was a junior in college when I first started fucking her, and I got the feeling she had been around. The reason I put friends in quotes is because most of the time she spent bitching about what ever girl wasn't there that night, or cock blocking them time and time again. She had an attitude around her, and although her good looks got her lots of attention from the guys, a lot of nights she left alone after pissing off everyone around her. Lets just say booze and her didn't always work well together. How these chicks put up with It for as long as they did, I'll never know. Anyway, as a bartender you are a shoulder to cry on, a friend to talk to, and sometimes a lover to fuck. You ...

... also listen to the lives of countless people unfold. A silent partner to their sadness, anger, love, and life. SO, WHO CARES? Ok. So here is how I ended up with Sarah. She was drinking with some "friends" one saturday night, I walked out to smoke a butt, and when I came back in, the shit had hit the fan, her two girlfriends and one of their boyfriends were chewing her out, rightly so I'm sure about her being two faced, and bla bla bla bla... They left after a huge shit match, and let poor little Sarah at the bar with no ride home. She had flirted with me before, as most chicks did, mostly hoping for a free drink, but on this night I decided she was just right for the fucking... I mean picking. I listened to the play by play of this nights drama, and just nodded and agreed with everything she said. after a while of playing the shoulder to cry on, I offered to "help". I told her I'd give her a lift after close if she wanted it, and that was all it took. for the next 3 hours she sat there driving me nuts with all her sob story bullshit, and as a good bartender, I gave her that crutch she needed. I also dropped a bunch of seeds, "oh your such a cutie" " oh if you were my girl, I'd take care of you" bla bla bla. I don't remember the B.S. , But I could tell it was working. At close, I took her to the car, and off we went. We didn't get a mile towards the apartment she shared, when she asked "you wanna hang out some more?" And that my friends was all it took. We got back to my place at ...