"What am I doing?!?"
"Whatever it is, I approve." I replied, licking my lips from where Mary's kiss lingered.
"I can't. I don't want..." Mary said as she pulled back. She rolled off my bed and quickly ran out of my apartment.
I shrugged, sighing to myself, and turned on the T.V. She'd be back. I'd seduced enough straight girls in my time to know when to let them run. Most came back. Multiple times. "And those that didn't, fuck 'em." I said to myself. Being a philosophy major has its perks when it comes to rationalization.
I met Mary in the library of the university where we attended. She caught my eye when I heard her cute southern accent. Looking up, I immediately pegged her for seduction. After striking up a conversation with her, I steered it towards boyfriends.
Mary went on and on about her one true love, Michael. I plastered on a smile and nodded at the appropriate times. When it was my turn, I mentioned that my last girlfriend and I had just broken up.
Mary looked shocked at my admitting I liked girls, but I could also detect something else. Curiosity. An hour later found us on my bed; me showing her how much better kissers' women are then men. When I reached under her shirt is when she freaked out and ran.