1. Tyke


    Date: 5/15/2018, Categories: Lesbian, Author: bikerbear600, Source: LushStories

    She was dancing to Joan Jett, her long hair flying around as she played air guitar. She was with some girls that I knew from the local college rock club. Joan Jett finished and she sat down, laughing and taking a deep drink of lager. I watched her from the other side of the dance floor, moving around so I could watch her through the dancing crowd. She looked Asian with a long nose and full mouth and she had a ready smile for her friends. Her hair was straight, black and reached half way down her back. She was wearing a tight vest top with no bra, fitted hipster black leather jeans and cowboy boots. She was slim with small tits but a shapely bum and stood about 5' 3". I had never seen anyone as beautiful as her before. I walked across to their table; stopping at the bar to buy a beer so I'd have something to keep my hands occupied, and said hello to the girls I knew. I was greeted warmly by all of them except a girl called Gail. We had recently had a huge argument about religion and she was still looking fairly pissed off with me. The beautiful vision of loveliness was introduced as Tyke. 'Tyke?' I queried, smiling and gazing into her big, brown eyes. 'I was born in Yorkshire but had to move to London to live with relatives when my Mum and Dad divorced. My cousins called me Tyke because of my accent and it sort of stuck,' she explained. AC/DC came on the sound system and the other girls got up to dance. Tyke stayed at the table. 'Do you want to dance?' I asked. 'No. I'm ...
    knackered and a little bit too pissed to be shaking my head around,' she laughed, ' besides, Gail tells me that you're a pervert and are going to hell so I thought you might be cool to talk to.' I spluttered a mouth full of beer over the table. Tyke started laughing hard. 'What the hell has she been saying?' I asked once I managed to get myself under control. Gail was a born again Christian and I had made the mistake of thinking she might want a discussion on belief. Sadly she didn't, she wanted to tell me that her beliefs were right and my atheism was wrong. Of course I couldn't walk away from the argument and had let my mouth run away with me. Worse yet, I was pissed when I'd had the argument and couldn't really remember exactly what I'd said! 'Oh, she said you're an atheistic sexual deviant with the morals of a cat,' laughed Tyke. 'Oh, I thought she had said something bad about me,' I laughed back. 'She's been trying to get me to give my soul to Jesus or something since she met me. My Dad was a Sikh, my Mum was mixed race, half Sikh, half Irish Catholic if you can believe that. My maternal Uncle and Aunt brought me up and they were agnostic. I think she sees me as a challenge,' Tyke explained. 'I'm not surprised with that ethnic and religious background,' I laughed. 'Yep. I don't dare tell her that I'm gay as well,' Tyke said, looking me in the eye. Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was her brown eyes or maybe it's because I'm me but I went weak at the knees. I leaned across the ...
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