New Faces - Sex Stories

New Faces

... admittedly gratuitous amount of excitement to look at the blatant envy on the face of the guy from earlier. But to my displeasure, he’s not in his spot anymore. Must’ve gone to the bathroom to give himself a pep talk or something. But as I take another sip of the mediocre sorry excuse of a drink in my hand, I hear a loud smack echo throughout the bar.

Curious, I scan the environment for the source of the noise, seeing my target holding onto his face as his eyes wince in pain. Before him is a cute tanned beauty with her arm extended, indicating that she just gave him the hardest slap she could muster.

“What part of ‘Keep moving’ did you not understand?!” she snaps.

Oh, that’s not good. Before anyone can do anything, though, he does something that I’m sure most of these people would never have thought he’d do: he starts crying. Hard. He then starts babbling something that no one can understand before stumbling out of the bar. Hm. Not what I’m used to, but ok.

The girl then sits down at her table, taking a breath before taking a sip of her drink. She doesn’t look like she’s having a good time. Someone should really take the time to cheer her up. She’s definitely in the mood for it. No problems could arise at all. So I stand up from the stool with my bottle of disappointment before heading over to her. She takes notice of me and she’s already visibly irritable.

“Look, if you’re gonna grab my ass, too, can we just skip that part and get to the part where I slap ...

... you?” she growls, gripping onto her glass, “I’ve got better things to do than get hit on by mindless drunks.”

“Mind if I ask what those could be?” I question in an attempt to calm her nerves,

“Literally anything else if you’re that curious.”

“Hm. That does seem like it would be more preferable than the former option.”

“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it? So would you mind letting me get to it since you’re so understanding of my choices? I’d really appreciate it. Thaaaanks.”

Huh. She reminds me a lot of Claire. That just makes this even more interesting.

“Well, from the looks of it, one of those things entails you just sitting here alone. Wouldn’t it be a bit more...entertaining to have someone join you?”

“No, it wouldn’t. Fuck off.”

Alright. This isn’t going anywhere. I can take a hint. Guess I’ll just take my pride, pack my bags, and cut my losses.

“Alright, if that’s what you want,” I reply before gesturing my bottle at her, “See ya.”

I then turn around and before I can even take 3 steps, she makes it a point to say,

“You have shitty taste in beer, by the way.”

Works every time. Thanks, bartender lady. I snicker before facing her again, saying,

“Actually, this was specially hand-picked by that sweet bartender over there,” I respond, earning a chuckle from her,

“You’re either the dumbest old man ever or you’re the biggest rookie of all time to ask a rookie for a recommendation.”

“Eh, I’ll have to go with neither. Though, if I had to choose, ...