I guess we had always known each other. We had grown up together in the same neighborhood ever since we were little kids. We lived in a housing project for low income families on the south side of the river, and that is where the poverty line was drawn in those days... what side of the river you lived on. I guess her appeal to me was that she always understood where I was coming from, and always knew things from my point of view because we shared so much together growing up.
Her name is Tasha, she had always been my best friend, and even through High School we talked to each other about guy/girl things. She basically picked all of my girlfriends out for me through out school, always introducing me to her new friends. We got a long great as we always had, then college came and we grew apart. Not so much as you would expect, but we just kind of lost touch.
I was really surprised to see her engagement announcement in the local newspaper sometime after we graduated college. She was marrying her boyfriend that she met her senior year of college, a huge fortress of a man, she would be Mrs. Deshaun Washington. I remember seeing the sears portrait that they had printed in the paper of them both, I chuckled because he was so dark that I could barely see his eyes in the picture. I own my own photography studio that I run with the help from and old high school friend from AV Club, Kevin Bartlet, and I would have loved to do their engagement photo. I was sent an invitation and I was glad to attend it with my plus one. I sent Tasha my RSVP with an offer to do her Wedding photos for her as a gift, my plus one would be Kevin (so he could help me with the photography, but I don't that was fully explained.)
The day before the wedding I participated in Deshaun and Tasha's rehearsal dinner, taking photo's of them prepare to do their vows the next day, and I had split the responsibilities of the photography with Kevin. Kevin, being an outwardly gay man, insisted that he take pictures of the guys the next day as they prepared... I wouldn't protest this idea because that left me to follow Tasha around all day as the bridesmaid's helped her prepare for her big day.
The next morning I had agreed to pick up Tasha at her house. Her husband to be was to wake up early and go golfing with the guys the next morning so I took it upon myself to offer to pick her up in the morning.
As I knock on the door of her house I see the light of her bedroom turn on and the feint silhouette of Tasha's body put on a robe in plain view of her upstairs window. I always liked to steal peaks of her body when we were growing up, she had the most curvaceous figure a man could ask for and I would be lying to myself if I hadn't wondered what she looked like naked from time to time.
"Good Morning sunshine" Tasha said as she opened the door, one arm holding her pink silk robe closed, she quickly ties the robe shut and puts her arms around my neck. "Boy, you are here early" she continues, I feel her warm body pressed against mine I put my hands on her waist and look her eye to eye "It is 9:30 in the morning, I am actually running late"
"Oh wow! I can't believe I over slept that much!" Tasha retorted. "Do you mind turning on the coffee pot in the kitchen while I jump into the shower?"
"No, absolutely not. I can take care of that" I said with a smile. "Hey, what time did Kevin pick up Deshaun this morning?"
"Oh, about 6:00ish" she said as she was turning to head up the stairs. "He seems like a really nice by the way, you have a great partner Greg." She remarked as her voice trailed off up the stairs, I took notice of her short robe as she climbed the stairs, the bottom of her ass barely covered, I thought to myself that I don't think she was wearing any underwear at all.
I turned on the coffee pot in her kitchen, it was posh, very nice cooking ware hanging from the ceiling of the kitchen, much like any French cook would have in his villa outside of Paris. I heard her yell down to me from the bathroom "Hey Greg, can you bring me a cup of that coffee as soon as it is brewed. I would really appreciate it"
"Sure" I said as my mind began to comprehend the implications of what she just asked me. Was I to go upstairs and give her coffee while she was in the shower? Was she going to be dressed when I come upstairs? Was I going to just leave the coffee at the door? How does she like her coffee?
"Hey Tasha, how do you like your coffee?" I yelled upstairs as I grabbed a coffee cup out of their cabinet. I grabbed the cup that said "I like my coffee like I like my men" on the side of it. "Nevermind" I yelled as I began to poor the hot steaming coffee in her coffee cup. I am sure the cup was no coincidence.
I began to climb the stairs and head for the door "Hey tasha, I have your coffee"
"Oh, you can bring it in, just leave it on the sink if you like" she replied.
The door was already cracked open, and hot steam filled the room. She must have had that shower scalding hot I thought to myself. As I opened the door to the bathroom more I saw the glass doors of the shower completely frosted over with steam. I could only, once again, see the silhouette of her body through steam this time. I could see her washing her body with an oversized sponge as she said "yeah, just leave it on the sink right there"
"I didn't get how you liked your coffee so I just followed the instructions on your cup" I said
Tasha opened the glass door of the shower and peaked her head out "instructions on the cup?" she replied inquisitively. "oh, that cup" she began to laugh. "Well I do take a little sugar in it too" she said with a smile.
"Here, how is this for sugar" I say as I dipped my finger into her hot coffee. "Now it should be sweet enough" I say as a smirk begins to cover my face.
"Ok, fine let me see if it is" she says as she reaches for her coffee a few feet away, her right arm reaching for her coffee as her left hand covers her right breast her left breast presses against the glass making it a fully visible, albeit a squished version of what I had always wanted to see growing up. I begin to turn away as she said "oooh, this is a little bitter but it is fine. Hey, where are you going...?"
"oh, I was going to give you some privacy..." I replied as she continued.
"well, I will only be a minute or two more she said, take a seat and we can catch up some more"
"Really?"
"yeah, unless you think Kevin will get mad?" she asked as my head had to take in what she just said, my back still to her I was left with a choice... I could turn around now and see the woman I had always wanted to see naked take a shower, or I could keep my pride and tell her I was straight and walk away.
"So, how long have you been doing photography?" She said as she grabbed some shampoo that was outside of the shower. I turned around to answer her as I saw both of her breasts exposed as she reached for her shampoo.
"Ummm, for about 3 years now actually" I said as my mouth was agape. I tried to pick my jaw up off the floor as she began to rise out of her bent over position as she grabbed her shampoo. "yeah, I have done a few pictorials for Better Homes and Gardens" I stated, and realizing that mentioning that is just going to reinforce her belief that I was gay. I should be so ashamed of myself I thought, even thought it was true I am sneaking peaks at a woman that I will be taking photographs of later for her wedding.
"oh wow, that is really cool" she said as her arms were above her head, her hands massaging shampoo into her hair as her breasts swayed side to side. She had left the shower door open slightly in order to hear me over the rushing water I assumed, but more importantly enough for me to see her firm breasts bounce a little every few moments as she continued her task at hand.
"So what is it like?" She said. I assume she means to be a photographer, but at this point I have no idea.
"Um, it can be really hard..." I said, pausing to contemplate my next few words a little more carefully. I huge part of me wanted her to believe I was gay. The other part of me wanted to phrase it just right so I could always retract my "gayness" if I had to later, making the whole thing look like a misunderstanding. "I guess seeing things through this lens, if you will, has really changed me in some ways. It can be difficult."
She rinses off her hair under the shower and I sit there staring at her naked body the best I can through the steam of the shower, hoping to make out more details of her body. She bends over in the shower grab her soap and I take it all in I almost feel guilty for staring so hard when she opens the door to the shower.
