(Hey, this is my first time ever writing a story like this and hopefully not my last. Constructive criticism is welcome but please don't be rude. Enjoy the story and comment if I should make more. Thank you!)
The story of how I broke out of my shell. A story of romance, and secrets that may lie beyond where true love resides. Most of all, it's the story about her.
Friday 17:00 - At the coffee shop down the road from her apartment...
Staring out the window into the streets where cars and busses were flying down the road. I thought deeply on something she had said to me recently. On the table was a fresh cup of coffee, still steaming and beside it a plate of complimentary biscuits. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have even been there, probably still curled up in my blankets. A gentle touch on my thigh snapped me out of my thoughts. There she was, beautiful yet so powerful, graceful but with such pride, the love of my life, my Rose. She had that cheeky grin across her maw as she scooted me further down the chair so that she could sit. Her fine, crimson hair tied back lazily gave her that ragged look. In the corner of her mouth was a cigarette, bent slightly from her biting too hard on the bud. Two furred combat boots slammed on the table, causing the coffee to spill a few drops. Yup, she's my joy.
With a hard exhale, she blew a thick cloud of the smoke in the opposite direction of me. Her hand still on my thigh although I doubt she even thought about it. She closed her eyes for a few moments before looking over at me "Can you fucking believe this place?". Not knowing what to do, I simply shrugged nervously and wiped the droplet of coffee sliding off the mug. "I mean-" she paused to take the cigarette out of her mouth "the joe here is some other-level shit!", that goofy smile of her's. My fingers trailed a few of the raven strands out of my eyes and I blushed lightly.
It all began a couple of months ago when I first met her. Ever since that day of sheer luck, I've loved her with my heart and soul. And I believe that she feels the same even though she's never told me. I haven't told her either but that's because of my one problem. Unlike all the other boys and girls that could speak their mind and enjoy socializing, that's always been out of my reach. Although, even with my disability, Rose still cares about me. My mutism has never really been a problem for me, I suppose. She gives me hope in the world. For a while now, we've been together, going to movies or bars and I've seen her get into her fair share of fights. Just the other day, we went down by the coast to dip our feet in the ocean. That's the day when I started worrying.
Last Sunday - at the beach...
We were walking along the coast for a while before she decided to sit near the ocean in the golden grains of sand. A whiskey bottle in her one hand and it was clear that she was pretty tipsy. Quite literally slipping onto her ass, that's where she decided to sit with her elbows propping herself up. I chuckled softly to myself and sat beside her. My knees pressed against my chest tightly as I hugged them. Compared to her, I looked thin, not anorexic but it still made me feel uncomfortable about myself. Not only that, but my hair was a dull black that hung to the lower of my back. She's perfect in every way possible. Well endowed body which her tank top showed without obstruction. Tanned legs exposed most part because of the tiny jean-shorts she wore. I always tried to cover most of my body up with hoodies and tracksuit pants because I've always been insecure.
She stared out at the deep blue, taking a swig of her whiskey. Shifting uncomfortably in the sand, I glanced at her. The way the sun glistened off her body like a blessing and to me that's exactly what she is. Her gaze shot to me all of a sudden, instantly raising a red hue to my cheeks as I looked away. "Eve..." She started "I've been thinking..." her voice seemed to trail off. I heard the sand rustle so I turned to see what she was doing. Soft lips crushed against mine. The feeling of her kisses would never get old but it still caught me off-guard. My cheeks probably glowing with a bright pink, I pulled away from her slowly. She was on her all fours and staring at me longingly. It was like she was hungry with some sort of lust but I passed it off as the alcohol. Still, seeing her like this made me very afraid. She crawled over me, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me gently onto my back as we locked lips again. This was getting dangerous!
I wanted to squirm out of her grip and run away. My secret couldn't be exposed, especially not to her. But I couldn't move. It's not like she was being rough with me or stopping me from leaving so why couldn't I? My body trembled underneath her sexual intentions that I knew were fueling her at this moment. Her tongue explored my mouth and wrestled my own with a certain expertise. I gasped for air as she ended the hot lock, a strand of saliva connecting our lips. She stared down at me and I could tell that something was weighing heavily on her thoughts. That's when she said it "I want you, Eve...I know that you're scared and I won't force you, baby. For you, I'll wait until the end of the Earth". A long and shaky breath escaped my lips as she said it. For a moment, I was absolutely lost in her words and actually thinking about giving myself to her.
Then I felt a certain discomfort stirring in my crotch. Looking down I saw a large bulge protruding in my pants and that very secret that I needed to hide from the world. I whipped out of her grip as fast as I possibly could and stood up to pull my hoody down to conceal it. She didn't see anything, thank God. I felt her hand on my shoulder a few moments later and she whispered in my ear from behind "I'm sorry, Eve. I shouldn't have rushed you". The guilt I've felt since that day had been killing me on the inside just because I'm too afraid to show her my secret. I'm a girl with both male and female sexual parts, or the word I prefer to use is freak. It's a curse since birth and the reason why I hate myself so much...
Back at the coffee shop...
"Hey, are you okay?" Rose looked at me thoughtfully and nudged my arm softly. It broke me out of my thoughts with an obvious blush on my cheeks. I nodded and gave a reassuring smile although she didn't buy it. Biting the inside of her lip, she lingered a gaze on my eyes as if searching for the truth "Anyways...I've got something special planned for tonight but I just hope that the weather doesn't bomb it for us". The statement made me glance out the window. She was right, there was barely any sunlight anymore and the grey clouds were creeping closer. Damn, we had such great plans that night. I sighed, backing away from the window and grabbing one of the biscuits to nibble on quietly. Silence was pretty common between us, partly because I couldn't speak so the conversations were always one-sided, and partly because we both liked the quiet. I sipped on the coffee and looked out the window again so I could drift off into thought.
We ate there and the weather was only getting worse. About an hour passed before we decided to get going with our date. I must say, I was pretty anxious to see what she had in store for us. Every time we've been out, she's found a way to put a smile on my face and I was counting on it. "Come on, you're gonna go crazy over this place!" She stood up and gestured to help me from the chair which I accepted glibly. As soon as I was up on my feet, she pecked my lips playfully before leading us out the coffee shop. Both of us crashed when we stepped foot outside. Light drizzles of rain had started, quickly growing into a storm. She brushed a hand through her hair "Fuck". I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her gently to try and say that it was okay. We stood like that for a while, just watching the rain get more intense until Rose suddenly got an idea.
She gripped my hands to pry them from the hug, turning around to face me with a large, coy grin. A shiver went down my spine from the sight of her like this. Without her even saying anything, I knew what she was thinking. "Eve, your house is pretty far from here. It would be a shame if you walked home in this storm, wouldn't it?" I gulped. She really was doing what I thought. "You know, you could spend the night at my apartment if you want" she said it in such a way as if knowing what my answer would be. Calling a cab would be useless since I spent all my cash at the coffee shop. Same thing if I wanted to buy an umbrella. Just like that, I was trapped with only one exit. I've never been inside her apartment because I didn't feel safe being anywhere alone with her. Without a doubt, she would try something with me and I don't know how many times I can say no before she leaves me.