She sat across from me in the circle and was wearing this gentle vintage blouse that was slightly transparent and buttoned all the way up with a big round collar. I've known her for months now from meeting at book club and hanging out in group settings. She has these wispy chest tattoos I can faintly see through her shirt, resting on top of her lacy white bra. You'd think her large boobs were disproportionate to her masculine personality and presentation but they weren't. They fit her perfectly. Today, as she's sitting across from me her loose shorts hang open and I can't help but notice how soft her upper thighs look.
After book club every month, we go out for pizza and drinks. Today Maeve and I find ourselves sitting next to each other on a small bench. We've done this plenty of times before but right now I am aware of when our skin touches. It's electric like after you go down a slide. Maybe it's the heat. She finishes telling a story and looks at me as she puts her hand down on the bench in between us. Pinky finger without a doubt touching my leg. I thought surely she would move them but after she breaks eye contact her hand stays put.
We walk in the same direction towards home and I walk to her front gate to say goodbye but instead, she invites me in. This is new. I've never seen inside her apartment before.
"Do you want to come in? Have another beer or tea?"
"Yeah," I say while maintaining inquisitive eye contact.
Maeve hands me a beer as I sit on her couch and I hope our fingers touch. I feel raw and hot inside. Looking at her lips when her face is resting or her neck suddenly so long feels like it's drawing my gauze down to her collarbone, the tattoo, the top of her breasts looking so soft and eager to be explored. I feel confident I'm not alone in this joyfully tense sexual headspace. I tell her about who knows what and she looks at me with chin dropped and eyes sultry. Once I stop talking she merely gives me a "mmm" inviting silence and transition forward. We look at eachother head on, eyes clear insight into three steps ahead.
"Can I kiss you?" I ask.
"Yes" she says with lips already nearing mine.
My lips are on hers and with each kiss we both leave our mouths slightly more agape, leaving room for our tongues to dance. The inside of her lip is silky and I imagine her other lips will feel the same. I run my hands on her sides and back, firmly pressing our bodies together. Her hands are loosely running across my thighs, hinting at slipping between them. I spread my legs a bit to tell her yes, let your fingers dip across my inner thighs, and.. she does. I slip my hand under her shirt feeling her skin as I grab her waist, soft, warm, curved. I am present. I have a pull inside me that craves her body making me feel like a human animal. My hands find themselves at her belt and I ask if she wants me to take them off.
