I was getting along well with Josh's girlfriend, Michelle, as well. When he invited me over the following Saturday, I realized it was a good chance to get to know her as well. She was hardly 5' tall and Hawaiian. She had a large chest, hair falling down her back in ringlets, and she always had a genuine smile on her face.
I made sure we would have a few hours alone before we came over. When she invited me in, she apologized that had made so much food. "I just like to serve" she giggled with a shrug of her shoulders. As I rounded the corner I saw she had made two large plates of waffles. There was even an empty pitcher next to a jug of orange juice and a bottle of champagne.
I hugged her and made sure she knew I was happy to let her serve me.
She set her plate down as soon as we were done eating. I could tell that something had been on her mind. Scooting closer to me, she said "I'm a little jealous of your relationship with my boyfriend."
"I thought you two were polyamorous?" I said. "I don't want anyone to feel put out..."
"No," she giggled, "I'm not jealous of the attention he's giving you. I'm..." she paused and looked down at her folded hands for a moment. Her cheeks flushed.
"I'm jealous of the attention you're giving him. Instead of me." She batted her eyelashes up at me, waiting for a response. I waited for her to continue.
"When we met at the club, I felt like we really had a connection. I actually really like girls - Josh is the first man I've ever been in love with. And I just want to feel that with you, too."
"Oh, sweetie." I put my hand up to her hair and twirled it around my hand a few times, making sure I caught the strands that fell around her neck. She smiled sweetly.
"I do feel that connection with you. I'm just shy around girls - I've had so many girls in my life who think they're bisexual, but it turns out they're just curious."
She smiled wider, and I could read her at that moment. I knew I could have her as well.
She likes to serve.
She needed a task.
I placed my other arm around her waist. "I've just never... had the chance to figure out how to please a woman. I know what I'm doing with men. Men are easy."
"So easy!" She agreed. Her eyes brightened at our shared secret. I hid a smile. She wanted to please me so badly.
"I just don't know how to make a woman feel good. So I never make a first move." This time I was the one looking at her through my eyelashes. "I just don't want to do anything wrong."
She was smiling wider at me. Her hand was warm on my forearm.
"I know exactly how you feel," she said quietly. I widened my eyes in surprise.