Sarah and I are out to dinner, nothing fancy, just two friends out for Mexican food. We've downed a couple cocktails too. We plan to go to a comedy club after.
"I have a bottle of wine back at mine if you wanna forget the club" she says. "We could just go and hang out" I like that idea so we split the check and leave the restaurant.
Hailing a cab is easy, and it takes ten minutes to get back to hers. We enter her apartment and she heads into the kitchen for the wine. It's a Merlot, my favourite. She pours out two glasses and we head outside to the deck, it's still light out so we just sit and talk, for what seems like hours.
"I love hanging out with you, I can talk to you about anything." She mutters, "You never judge me".
"Why would I judge you?" I respond. "You have nothing to be ashamed about!"
"And you're not awkward about me being gay, some of my straight friends think I'm gonna jump them or something. I have to feel a connection to someone, and even then I wouldn't act on it if I know they don't feel the same."
"But you don't know they don't feel the same unless you act or at least say something."
Suddenly I have the urge to pee but sitting cross legged on the lounge chair has made my knees lock. I struggle to get up.
"Need some help?" She asks, stifling a giggle. I nod. She helps me move my legs out from under me, then tries to pull me up to stand. My legs shake and I fall back down, taking her with me. She lands on top of me, we both laugh. Suddenly her laughter has stopped and she's looking me right in the eye.
"Acting..." She leans in and gives me a gentle kiss on the lips. I freeze, not knowing how to respond. I've never kissed a girl before. She jumps up, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that" and runs inside.
I still have to pee so I head to the bathroom. I think about what just happened, assessing how I feel about the situation. The kiss was so gentle, no aggression and her lips were so soft. I make a decision, one that may change everything I know.
I find her on her bed in her room, sobbing. I walk in and sit down on the bed next to her., not saying a word.
After a few moments she speaks, "I've just ruined everything!" I grab ahold of her hand and gently squeeze. She sits up and I pull her into a hug.
"You haven't ruined anything." I hold her for a minute. "Look at me" She turns to look at me, I take a mental deep breath before leaning in and planting a kiss on her lips. She looks at me shocked before realising what it means. She smiles and kisses me again, not as gentle as the last one. She has a hint of passion that is difficult to miss in her kiss. We break the kiss as she sits up and look me in the eye. "Take it slow Sarah. I'm not going to run. But this is my first time."
I cup her face and watch her eyes as I pull her into another kiss. Soft, slow kisses. The kisses get deeper. My tongue meets hers with a lot of heat in them. Her and I make ourselves more comfortable on the bed. She sits up and reaching behind her back, unfastens her bra. In a single move she sweeps her top and bra off together. I mirror her move so we are both topless. We explore each other. She takes my hand, kisses my fingertips, and cups it around her right breast. Her skin is baby soft. Her nipple pebbles under the stroking of my thumb.