The cute blonde at the end of the bar looked out of place. Her hair was long and curly; the tips reached the lower part of her sequined dress. I took my time walking over, in a place like this I imagined she was with some friends like I was.

“Excuse me Ms., do you know you’re wasting your beauty on guys like these,” I told her. It was a total line but she didn’t seem to mind. She giggled and brought her wine glass to her lips. Her red lipstick left a stain on the brim; it was the nicest shade of red I’d ever seen.

“I’m here with some friends, they dragged me here,” she said.

I knew that had to be the case, what else would a gorgeous woman be doing at the hottest gay spot in town. I introduced myself and offered to buy her another drink, which she refused for fear it would go to her head. I took the seat next to her and we chatted until the bartender yelled for last call. By then we were several drinks into each other, and neither Cindy nor I seemed to want the night to end. I gathered my courage to ask her what I had wanted to ask her the whole night.

“Cindy, would you like to come back to my place to continue our conversation?” I asked.

She thought about it for a minute. Her forehead wrinkled as she toyed with the idea. “Well I suppose that would be alright,” she said. “I really don’t know where my friends ended up and I’m having such a great time talking to you,” she confessed. I got off my bar stool and took her hand in mine. They seemed to fit together perfectly. “What about your friends?” She asked.

“Don’t worry about them,” I said. “I'd much rather spend an evening with you.”

The words made her blush, she turned almost as red as her lipstick. I led her out of the club and into my pick up. On the ride back she leaned closer to me, letting me put my arm around her. It was as if I had known her forever.

“You have a beautiful house,” she said as we pulled into my driveway.

I thanked her and got out of my car to open her door. She took my hand and allowed me to help her out of the truck. I wrapped my arm around her waist and we made our way to the door. When I opened the door Buster immediately ran out to meet our new guest. Buster pawed at Cindy playfully something she rarely did with strangers.

“You’ll have to excuse Buster, she’s not usually like this with strangers,” I said.

“It’s ok she’s a beautiful dog.”

I grabbed a reluctant Buster and took her to the back yard where she could run free and leave Cindy and I with no distractions. When I returned Cindy had made herself at home. She lay on the couch; the split on her dress offered a peak at her toned legs. I walked over to her and sat down on the edge of the couch. She sat up and took my hand in hers. I looked into her deep brown eyes and leaned into her. Her lips parted as I slipped my tongue between them. Her mouth was sweet, her tongue danced with mine while my hands worked at unzipping her dress.

Her skin was milky white and smooth as