Chance Encounters

This thread is meant as a collection of stories about a girl I've run into a couple of times. At the point of writing we've hooked up twice and both times were amazing, I'll even go as far and say the second time was the fuck of the century for me.

The stories here are real and current, having happened in the last couple of months. Only the names have been changed. This is the first story I've written, so any feedback on writing style or pacing tips are helpful. If you have any suggestions about things I should do with this girl next time we hook up, let me know and I'll see if she's game.

I work as a banquet manager for a conference centre which just got back out of the red. I work long hours and never really have any days off, most of my free time is spent going out, drinking and picking up random chicks. At 24 I'm in a comfortable position. I have a great job and have the freedom to do whatever I want.

One fridaynight, after work I decided not to head for the nightclub I usually go to with colleagues. Instead I felt like going to this small loungebar in a sidestreet of the inner city. Even though it was 2.30 am and nearly closing time, cocktails were more inviting than beer at that moment. I went alone, but was confident I'd hook up with some old friends of maybe meet some new ones. If anyone told me what was waiting for me in that bar, I wouldn't have believed them.
I came in and ordered a long island ice-tea. As I was ordering I saw an old friend of mine. We grabbed a table outside so we could enjoy a smoke and caught up. He was drunk and I didn't really see the conversation heading anywhere, so when I saw Anne out of the corner of my eye I excused myself and said hi to her. Anne was the ex of a colleague of mine and a friend of my ex. She had recently reinvented herself and sported a mowhawk with tattoos running from her scalp down her neck. She was the rebel type and quite obviously crazy. I'm fairly convinced she's either psychotic or her rampart drug abuse had just fucked her up. Pretty sad, considering she's only 21.

Anne told me she was just about to head home, but invited me over for a nightcap. The scene was dead and I didn't really feel like dropping by the ol' nightclub so I took her up on her offer. We shared a cab and her friend Lucy came along as well. I hadn't met lucy yet, but I liked what I saw. She had short blonde hair and bright blue eyes, her facial features were fairly harsh, which is quite uncommon for a natural blonde. She could've easily had slavic or russian blood in her. She wore leather high heel boots under her polkadot dress with a white top. The whole outfit looked... artsy, for lack of a better word.
We chatted a bit in the cab and got to know each other. She was 19, from Amsterdam and moved to the south to study. A study which she'd dropped out of already and divided her time between working at a local coffeeshop and partying all night. Your typical post-pubescant behavior.

At this point, allow me to explain the dutch coffeeshop for those not in the know. Over here, you don't go to a coffeeshop to grab a coffee (well, hardly anyone anyway), instead they're the "legal" places to buy soft drugs here. The dutch authorities condone the use of soft drugs (weed , hashies and non-dried shrooms) and have designated these spots as "safe" areas to use. Your typical coffeeshop is overrun with foreigners (mostly french) and the atmosphere is usually anything but friendly. Anyway, I've used some soft drugs in my time but hadn't really done so in a while. It really isn't anything special and I find I have enough vices between drinking and smoking like a chimney.

We arrived at Anne's place, which I hadn't been to yet. She had lived with her ex for a year even after breaking up and she recently moved in. To be honest, the place looked and smelled like a dump. She obviously hadn't cleaned since she moved in and her danish dog didn't help any either. I went in and said hi to her dog and played with it for a bit. Lucy lit up a joint while Anne went to the kitchen to get a beer. She noted she didn't really have any beer in the house and suggested we visit some neighbours of her to get some.
We left Lucy with her joint and went around to block to some friends of hers, Mark and Dennis. They were fairly fucked up but headed over to Anne's anyway, crate of beer in hand.

The evening was quite nice, we listened to some songs, played a bit of guitar and had a laugh while passing around the weed. As I said, I hadn't used it in a while, so the stuff hit like a truck. Sitting there, in the filth of the appartement I thought back to my college years and smiled at myself that this was the exact thing I'd been doing only a few years prior. I had gotten so caught up in work and the shitstorm that was my ex-girlfriend that I'd forgotten how nice it was to be half passed out in a strange appartement with people you hardly know.

The atmosphere changed quickly though when Anne, Mark and Dennis ran out of coke. Lucy and I hadn't been using, so we were silent witnesses to the growing hostilities between the three. They had been arguing about which dealer to call as their regular supplier was arrested. They were nearly at each others throat and after an hour had passed and the guy the called still hadn't shown up, they just grew silent..

I had enough of that and told them it was time for me to head home. It was 5.30 in the morning, a good time to call it quits. I said my goodbyes and grabbed my jacket.
Lucy had gone to the bathroom so I waited in the entryhall to say goodbye to her. She gave me a long hug and said it was nice to meet me. I looked her in the eye and felt the proverbial electric spark. I whispered to her "do you really want to hang out with these fucked up losers? Let me take you home". She responded by moving closer and kissing me on the lips "Just a couple more minutes, I want to finish my beer first."

I grew antsy as I really wanted to leave the scene but decided to stay. Not only because of the kiss and waiting to see that sexy body up closer, but also because I wanted to get her somewhere safe. She looked too innocent to be a part of this. The arguing between the three had died down a bit and was mostly reduced to namecalling and swearing. I sat on the couch playing the guitar, with Lucy sitting behind me. She loudly announced she was cold and stuck her hands under my long jacket, hiding from others that she had her hands in my jeans, slowly massaging my cock. Her small, cold hand felt great through the fabric of my boxers and I just sat there entranced, playing the same tune over and over hoping for her to finish her beer.

 

A story worth continuing.