Sex Ed Chapter One

In fact, her nervousness seemed to attract a lot of attention from around the bar from both guys and girls. She was tall and skinny with small, round breasts. She had long, sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes concealed behind thick black rimmed glasses, her features were soft and feminine, and she wore little make up but some pink lip-gloss. She was dressed in a tight red strapless dress with a short skirt that showed off her bare legs and strappy heeled sandals.

There was something about her that was very familiar, maybe she'd been here before but she looked to have the nerves of someone who doesn't come out to bars alone that often and so I decided to go over to talk to her, to save her from all the men that might seek to prey on a sexy, vulnerable looking girl, and maybe to prey on her myself just a little. It was always the shy looking ones who were won over by a strong woman and turned into real dirty bitches when you got them into bed. Besides, there was that something about her – I was determined to remember what she reminded me of or where I might have seen her before.

"Hi, I haven't seen you in here before?" I said, sliding into the stool next to her at the bar.

"No, I'm new," she said quietly in a little girl voice, although she looked at me gratefully with a little smile for keeping off the guys, she was obviously still very nervous.

"Well, a place like this is no place for a nice girl like you to be alone," I said, putting my hand on her arm in a reassuring way. "Let me buy you a drink. What's your name, honey?"

"Er... Cindy," she said after a little pause as if the situation was so new to her that she'd temporarily forgotten even her own name.

I bought her a glass of white wine and we took a booth in the corner. With a little drink inside her she seemed to relax a little and to open up but she was only ever really vague when I asked her questions about herself. Still, we seemed to be getting on fine even though there were a fair few long pauses in the conversation as I stared at her and tried to work out where I knew her from; it was the glasses and her eyes, they were definitely familiar, bright blue eyes behind thick dark frames.