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The Waitress

A First Time Lesbian Erotica

Copyright ©2017 Izzy Slam

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The Waitress is a work of fiction intended for mature readers. All characters are fictional and are consenting adults over the age of 18 years. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.


I’ve just been stood up by a guy I wasted two months getting to know online. We were supposed to meet for the first time tonight. I’m swearing off men forever this time. I’ll just stick with the toys. At least they’re always there for me.

But my waitress can see how upset I am. So she offers to keep me company as soon as her shift ends. Brittney seems really sweet. But then a passing comment makes me question everything. And suddenly, my body is responding to her in ways that shock me.

I’ve never been with a woman. But when her lips hit mine, I forget all about that guy who shall remain nameless. And I begin to wonder what I ever saw in men to begin with.


I check my phone one last time. 7:45. Brian is officially forty-five minutes late. I’ve already called and texted twice with no response. So I don’t know if he’s been in an accident or what. I have this niggling feeling in my gut that something isn’t right. So I open up my social media messenger app to send him a message there.

And I see that he was active four minutes ago.

My heart thuds as I type out my message, wanting to scream a WTF, ASSHOLE?!!!!! But I put my anger aside for a moment to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Hey, what’s going on? I’ve been waiting here for almost an hour. You okay?

I press send, my hands trembling.

Immediately, I get a response:

You are not authorized to contact this user.

My stomach clenches. I frantically go to his page, but it doesn’t come up. Fucker has blocked me. My mouth falls open as I sit there stunned.

“You sure you don’t want to order anything? Maybe just a drink or something?”

I look up at my waitress who’s standing there with her hands on her hips. She doesn’t look pissed off, but she must be a little perturbed. I’ve been taking up space here without ordering anything, and she’s not making a dime off me.

“I’m not trying to rush you,” she adds. “I just thought you might want some tea or coffee while you wait.”

“Sorry,” I tell her, pulling out my wallet to leave her a tip. “I’m not waiting any longer. My date stood me up.”

She curls her nose. “Jeez, what a jerk. He didn’t call?”

“Nope. And the joker blocked me on social media, so that’s it. I’m freaking done with men.” I throw my hands in the air and pull out a five. She throws her hand on mine and gives me a soft squeeze.

“Stay right here. I’ve got the perfect fix.”

She walks off towards the bar, and I can’t help but notice her ass, round and curving out from a slender waist. I’ve always admired the female figure, and I definitely don’t have any issues with my own body image. But I really wish I had a body like hers. I don’t even know why I’m thinking about something like that right now, but I do find myself wondering how the rest of her looks, unclothed. It’s such a fleeting thought, I hardly pay it any attention.

When I hear my phone beep, I pick it up, sure that it’s Brian apologizing for the mix-up. But it isn’t. It’s my mother asking if I’m going to be able to make it to my sister’s baby shower this Saturday.

I blow out a sigh and text her back a “Yes, of course I’ll be there.”

She doesn’t even know about my meeting Brian tonight. She does know about him, and she vehemently disapproves of me having a relationship with someone I’ve never met, even though I’m twenty-five. She treats me like I’m still sixteen and incapable of making a mature decision.

Brian only lives an hour away, supposedly. Now I don’t even know if he was honest with me about that. But Mom’s a hardcore traditionalist who refuses to be open-minded about current relationship trends. And based on the way the fucker acted, I’m not sure how I feel about any relationship trends at this point. I’m ready to throw the rule book out the window along with every man in existence. Except the good ones. Are there any good ones left?

My waitress comes back with a glass of rose wine and a basket of chips. “Here you go. Nothing like drowning your sorrows in alcohol and calories.”

I can’t help but smile as she sets down the basket in front of me. “Thanks. This is much better than leaving here hungry with my pride only partially intact.”

She darts her head around the restaurant, which by now only has several patrons, then sits down across from me. I glance at the tag pinned to her shirt because I’d forgotten her name: Brittney.

“If it’s any consolation,” she says, “I was stood up last month by a guy I had been seeing for a while. Found out the asshole was married.”

My eyes widen as I take a sip of wine.

“Yeah,” she nods. “With kids. I should have been able to figure it out when he always insisted on coming to my place and rarely answered his phone after seven. He told me he was a work-a-holic, so I just chalked it up to him being busy. Talk about feeling like a jerk afterwards.”

“My god, how did you find out?”

She blows out a laugh and I notice her eyes, dark green and sparkling brightly. She looks like she’s about my age. Her sandy blond hair is pulled back into a ponytail, but I can see some curls in there. “The night after he pulled a no-show, I ran into him at this restaurant across town. With his wife. They were holding hands, and I could see the ginormous diamond on her finger.”

“Holy shit,” I say, crunching on a chip.

“Yeah,” she laughs. “I came really close to saying something, but I decided that I really didn’t want that kind of attention. He’ll get caught eventually.”

She looks over my shoulder and her face tightens. “Shit. I gotta get back to work,” she says, standing up. She pushes her chair under the table and tosses a hand on her hip. “Hey, if you’re bored, I get off work in an hour. We can hang out and exchange bad boyfriend stories.”

If anyone else had asked me that, I probably would have thought they were crazy. But Brittney seems really nice, and who knows? Maybe we have a lot in common. Good friends are hard to come by these days.

“Sure, what the hell. You want to meet at that coffee place down the street?”

“Sounds perfect,” she says, beaming.

“How much for this …” I nod to the drink and snacks on the table.

“It’s on the house. See you in a bit.”

I smile as she walks off. And yes, my eyes trail to her ass again. I chalk it up to my hormones being amped up for Brian. But somehow, I don’t think that’s the sole reason my body is responding to Brittney right now.

Despite what she said, I pull out a five and leave it on the table. She at least deserves a tip if nothing else.


“So, Donna, how long were you seeing this guy,” Brittney asks as we settle at a table outside with our coffees in hand.

I shake my head and roll my eyes. “We met online in April. One of the many dating sites. We exchanged a few messages then we started talking on the phone. Found out we had a lot in common, and there was a lot of chemistry. We got on camera about three weeks ago. So, I don’t know, how long is that? A couple months?”

She pulls her head back in shock. “Whoa. You were supposed to meet him for the first time tonight?”

I nod, slightly embarrassed. “He lives an hour from here, and we’ve both been really busy. Plus, I was kind of waiting on him to suggest we meet, and it took him that long. Now I wonder if there’s someone else, or if he’s not who he says he is.”

“I’d wonder the same thing. Most guys are pretty eager to get that first meeting out of the way if there’s any kind of chemistry.”

“Sounds like you’ve done the online thing yourself.”

She takes a sip of coffee then pulls her ponytail out of her hair, fluffing it as it falls around her face. “Yep. I’ve been on a couple of the dating sites. Real easy to meet men that way. But it’s also a time-suck. Lots of guys just looking for a quick hook-up.”

“Huh. I noticed that. I had to weed through dozens of messages before stumbling on Brian. Hey, maybe I should have given those other guys a chance instead of dickhead there.”

I laugh but Brittney just makes a serious face. “I don’t know. I’m with you on the whole ‘I’m done with men’ theory. It seems like it’s just one dud after another.”

“I know, right? I’m ready to switch teams.”

I laugh again, but Brittney just leans back in her seat and grazes her eyes over me, stopping at my chest a little longer than a straight girl should.

“You think that’s possible?”

My smile fades, and I realize just how serious she is. “I mean, I don’t know. I don’t think that you can just go from straight to gay, no. But if I’m being honest, I wouldn’t mind experimenting.”

“So you’ve never been with another girl?” she asks.

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