Coffee Girl

The car rolled into a nearly empty Starbucks parking lot. Renolds practically pushed me out of the car and into the store. It smelled heavily of coffee beans and floor cleaner. “See that?” she asked.

I looked around but all I saw was a Starbucks. “What?”

“That girl behind the counter. She’s a fucking 6 at least. Take off the hat and put some effort into it, I’m pretty sure you can get a 7.5.”

Her sleek black ponytail bobbed side to side as she nodded to a costumer. Her pale, pink, plastered smile wavered and the light in her sand colored eyes faltered. Her hip cocked with a bit of attitude but she put on her happy face.

“Get it, Flo,” Renny winked and pushed me forward.

“How may I help you?” she asked in a tired voice.

“I… um…” I stuttered. What the hell was I supposed to say? How would I even know if she was gay or not? I couldn’t even think of a pathetic line that would prove I put forth effort. I just stuttered like an idiot.

“My friend thinks you’re hot,” Renny stepped in to save the day. Of course. Coffee Girl’s façade dropped. She gave me a confused look then, oddly enough, smiled.

“Really?”

“Um… yeah,” I smiled sheepishly.

“My shift’s almost over. I’ll meet you outside in fifteen minutes?”

“Um… yeah… sure.”

“Great. See you then,” she winked and bit her lip suggestively. I could see her undressing me with her eyes… what the fuck was I doing?

Ren pulled me outside and screeched “I got you a date!”

“More like a lay. She’s going to fucking rape me, Ren. What the hell am I supposed to do about her? I don’t know what to do! Am I just going to lay there and take it and when she expects a return, what? Fake my way through that too?”

“Oh my, Young One. What kind of learner are you? Visual? Auditory? Tactual? Must I show you, tell you or make you practice?”

“I don’t even want her to be inside me! I’m not losing my lesbian virginity for learning purposes!”

“The sacrifices people make for education…” Renolds rolled her eyes. “Well I’m going to tell you and you’re going to listen. It’s nothing hard. You just… feel your way around.”

“Well what if she wants more than that?” I panicked.

“Feel your way around. Respond to reactions. That’ll get you through life, Young One,” she patted my shoulder and started to walk away.

“Where are you going?!”

“I’m letting you fly solo. Don’t fall! And don’t get laid in the back of a car! That’s questionable… Call me when she leaves. Good luck!” She yelled from her car. I watched her drive away and wink at me.

“Hey. Are you ready?” Coffee Girl walked out and said.

“Hey…” I didn’t know her name... she smiled and led me away. I felt myself start to fall. There was no way I could get through that night. But I didn’t really have a choice.