I had always had a crush on Rachel. She was curvy in all the right places, soccer star, rich and popular. She was also feisty. We would fight and bicker back and forth in our student newspaper class where I was the editor-in-chief and she was the design editor. I would tease her saying everything she did was perfect. She never knew that I was actually telling her what I thought about her.
Four years later after we went our separate ways to college, she went to Denver and I to film school at NYU, we both happened to be home between graduation and the real world.
I had spotted her a few times at the local bars. We exchanged knowing glances. I stared at her long after she looked away, but we never spoke. I just got drunk and horny and went home with a random guy. My hometown wasn't too big into the gay scene and there were even fewer lesbians. But no guy could scratch my itch, my craving for Rachel.
One night I went to a movie with a few friends, one of those really hot guys dance shirtless types of movies. Not exactly my cup of tea, but my friends wanted to see it and I loved my friends so I went with.
Before the movie started I decided I better hit the bathroom, as a film major I hated to miss any part of a movie, even the shallow no real story kind. For whatever reason, in this smaller theater there were two sets of bathrooms but almost no one knew about the ones in the back hall, so there was never anyone else in there.
As I was washing my hands I look up in the mirror and see her standing there.
"Rachel." I said breathlessly. I hadn't expected her to show up next to me, plus there was the fact that she was dressed in a short flowy skirt with a lacy almost see through tank top.
"Hi." She said, "What are you doing here?" Rachel mumbled over her words, clearly a little surprised as well.
I laughed, "Well, typically people come to a movie theater to see a movie."
"Thanks for that, smart ass, what movie are you seeing?" Rachel asked.
"Clearly I am here for the male strippers." I said jokingly, I wasn't someone who screamed Im gay from the mountain tops, but for the most part people knew.
Rachel seemed surprised, "Oh, I thought, um I thought you were, uh..."
I let her try to come up with some way to say lesbian for a few more moments.
"Most days I am, but I guess today I will see how the other half lives and gets themselves off."
She was clearly uncomfortable, but there was something else behind those eyes as well.
We just stared at each other for a while. She took a step forward. I raised my eyebrow intrigued. She was right in front of me now, staring at my lips. I couldn't believe this was about to happen. Her breath was heavy and she was leaning in.
I knew I had to let her make all the moves or else I might scare her away, and there was no way that was happening after 7 years of dreaming and fantasizing about her.
She was almost touching my lips when the door to the bathroom swung open.
Rachel leaped back and the spell was broken. She awkwardly went to the sink to wash her hands.
I walked up to her and whispered in her ear, "It was nice to see you Rachel, I hope your movie is... stimulating." I couldn't resist teasing her one last time.
As I sat down in my seat I saw Rachel come in the theater and sit down a few rows behind me with her friends, looking at me as she walked by.
The movie started and an hour of it went by with nothing riveting happening, but I had a feeling something might happen so I kept an eye on my phone.
The men on screen danced and took their shirts off and it was all stereotypically heterosexual, until a scene came on that caught my attention. Two girls were in a position not unlike Rachel and I had been in an hour earlier, and were ironically interrupted by shirtless men turning the film back to its straight male dominated storyline. But before it was ruined, the scene was getting me pretty turned on, and I had a feeling Rachel was feeling the same way.
