Sophia and I had known each other for several months. We had met through mutual friends and quickly discovered that we shared many of the same tastes. We both had a love for chic-lit books and foreign films. We loved good food and hated reality television with an unholy passion. Sophia and I came to enjoy each other's company and had taken every opportunity to hang out. I loved our time together but the more time we were in each other's company the more I noticed a certain tension between us.
I couldn't ignore the fact that I found her very attracted. Her creamy skin and soft black hair drew me in from the beginning. She was petite and with a lightness of step that reflected her outlook on life. She never took anything too seriously. Nothing weighed heavily on her and it was possible to imagine that she'd never known unhappiness. I later learned that she had known plenty of sadness in her life and that she'd just come to a place where she refused to let those experiences cloud the rest of her life. But knowing that just made her more attractive. It made me appreciate her optimism all the more.
She was absolutely adorable and every day spent with her just increased my crush all the more. Unfortunately, I didn't know how she would accept my advances.
It wasn't that I was unattractive. I was curvy, compared to her athletic figure, but I'd never had any complaints before. My red hair and freckles had attracted more potential partners than I could accurately recall so I was confident enough in my overall appearance. But I wasn't sure how Sophie would react to my advances. I know she had recently broken it off with the fellow she had been seeing for the past 6 months. He was looking for more of a relationship than she was ready for, at least that's what she told me. Other than that, she had never given me any indication that she found other women as attractive as I did. Our o-ogling was completely one-sided. She knew I was a lesbian and was completely comfortable with that information. But she'd given me no way to discern whether or not she at least was willing to be interested in joining my side from time to time.
At least until recently. Over the past several weeks I had noticed a certain energy between us. We weren't uncomfortable with each other, but there was this air about her when we were together. There was a bit of sexual tension when we were together, though I wasn't sure if this was just wishful thinking on my part. I know just how badly I wanted to be with her and I was afraid that I was just imagining things because of that.
Yet, I couldn't deny that things were different between us. She was touching me more, nothing sexual, but it was there. Every time she touched me sent my pulse racing. Still, I put it aside. I firmly told myself this as I got ready to pick her up to go see the new foreign film none of our friends had any interest in.
"Hey Sweets!" Sophie greeted me as she climbed into my car. She pulled on her seatbelt as I looked her over. She was wearing a short blue skirt, white baby t-shirt and white sandals. I lost myself in thought as I glanced at her creamy thighs.
"Earth to Nina...hello...come in?" Sophie giggled. "Wha? Oh? Did you say something?" I came crashing back to earth.
"I asked if you remembered to bring your glasses this time." She snorted. The last time we went to see a movie I had left my glasses at home. I didn't need them for anything other than seeing stuff far away, but that makes movies with subtitles a little difficult.
"Yes I did." I glared at her before breaking into a grin. "Actually, that was the first thing I did before I even started getting ready. I put them in my purse. I think."
Sophie chuckled. "I'll check." She began rummaging through my bag before asking, "Are you sure you packed them?"
"Yes, of course I'm sure! You called me and after I got off the phone I went and found them and was going to put them in my purse when...", I trailed off.
"When what?"
"When the phone rang again and I forgot where I put it down at. I put my glasses down while I hunted down the phone."
Sophie groaned in mock anguish. "You'd forget your name if given half the chance."
"Shut up you." I grinned back at her.
"Do you think we have enough time to go back to your house and get them?"
I checked the clock on the dashboard. "No." I sighed. "The movie starts in 10 minutes. It's a 20 minute drive back to my place. I'm sorry. I'll just suffer."
"I'll tell you what, we'll sit in the back and I'll whisper to you what everyone is saying, that way you won't be lost." She laughed.
"Aw, you don't have to do that. We can do something else."
"Nah, it will be fun. I'll be your seeing eye dog, helping the incapacitated." She winked at me.
"I'm not that bad." I poke her in her side. Sophie laid her hand gently on my thigh. "Oh, I know, you're eyes aren't that bad. You only can't see a HUGE movie screen." She was giggling again but I had stopped paying attention. Her hand on my skin burned deliciously. I almost whimpered when she took it away.
At the theatre we quickly found our seats and joked back and forth through the cheap advertisements shown on the screen in front of us. It wasn't until the lights dimmed that I remembered that I was probably going to spend a good deal of the movie lost. Eh, at least I could enjoy the company.