A Great Start
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You know one of those relationships you weren’t ready for, or knew you had it in you? This was how I felt when I met her. Amber. The partner of a friend, I met her once at a party and it was like we knew each other in another life, and in all other lives before that. Then I saw her again while out for drinks and everything shifted. My world, my view on women (as a woman myself, I’ve always preferred men), and my view on what my future could be. With her.
It started as a quick statement: "It’s so nice to see you, I think today is going to be fun." And it was. More fun than I had had in a long time, and more fun than I realized I could have with someone of the same gender. From a greeting statement to a shot of tequila, I knew I was hooked. I could tell she felt the same way. Women have those bedroom eyes, even outside the bedroom. That dark and broody look that would put a whore to shame, and she had that look for me.
“Would you like to join me for a line?”
That was all it took. The two of us; in a little bathroom cubicle; music pumping; neat lines of the white pick-me-up on the top of the toilet seat; and her perfume wafting into my face like a fruit tree waiting to be picked. Oh and pick her I did.
“Is this your first time?” What is she asking me? First time for what?
“Nope, I’ve done this a few times. But never in a bathroom with another woman.”
Hopefully she’ll get the hint?
“Oh ok. I haven’t been with a woman before.”
Wait, what? Are we speaking about the white shit or something else now?
“Like at all? Not even a kiss?”
“Well yes, a kiss, but I don’t think that counts.”
Okay, so we are speaking about the same thing. What a relief.
“Fair enough. Kisses don’t have to mean anything.”
“Have you been with a woman before? How was it?”
Asking this question already, I see. Why is Amber so curious?
“Yes, I’ve been with a few. I haven’t been in a relationship with any of them, though. Just hookups.”
Fuck. Now she’s going to think I’m a raging slut. Great.
These nights are the nights to remember for years to come. On those lonely evenings where you can hear the clock ticking on the wall and wonder why your bed is so cold. Hopefully Amber didn’t think I’m a slut. I mean, I might be, but I don’t want her to think of that like me. Why do I care so much about what she thinks of me? Am I so love struck that I care about her opinion now? I’ve only seen her once before, how could I have fallen so hard?
It’s like we were kindred spirits before we knew what the spirits were. I’m lost in my head again, I should really try to be more present. I can’t help it though. Back at the table, with her perfect fingers and a lock of short hair just resting above her left eyebrow, I can’t stop thinking about what could have been, in the bathroom. How could I? I should have kissed her when she told me she hasn’t been with a woman before. That was a cue, right? Jesus, why am I so hopeless?
“More drinks, everyone?” Amber’s partner, Liam, was completely oblivious to the sexual tension at the other end of the table. He had his own sexual tension with my partner sitting right next to me. Two bisexual people having drinks with two bi-curious people opposite us. It’s as if the stars had aligned at last.
“Sure, I could go for another round. After that, meet me in the bathroom.” Amber’s eyes were full of fire; we all knew what they were going to do in there. I didn’t blame them; they were both so hot. Keeping their hands off one another was difficult under normal circumstances.
“Yeah, thanks. We’ll keep the table and wait for the drinks, have fun you two.”
Liam left with a guilty look, I don’t really blame him, but it didn’t change anything. It didn’t change what they were about to do in there. To do the thing I wanted to do to her, but waiting is better. Since this will be her first time, patience and understanding means the difference between a great experience and a ruined friendship for all.
“Shit that’s hot, baby. Maybe we should go next.”
Oh I was planning to. I’d like to get some tonight. If I keep going like this, I might slither off my chair.
“It is hey? We’ll wait a while though. Don’t want to make it too obvious for the barman, you know?”
“True, true. Ah, here are the drinks. You ordered the Bloody Mary, right?”
Faces flushed, they slid back into their seats without making eye contact with us. I could still smell Amber’s perfume; it was mixed in with a light bead of sweat running down her low chest under her low cut top (thank you, Summer!). I couldn’t take it anymore, I was slithering off my seat even more now. I looked at Derek as if to say “We need to go to the bathroom, right now” but he didn’t meet my gaze. His conversation with Liam had turned to beer bottles and widgets; there was no getting him back from this.
“Do you need the bathroom, babe? I’ll go with you. I need to freshen up anyway.”
Me? Amber called me babe? How did she know what I wanted? That was so hot. Slithering away, I got off my chair and followed that perfect ass to the bathroom, hoping the words ‘freshen up’ meant something else. I walked into the cubicle, the same one we used earlier for our extracurricular activities, and started closing the door. I didn’t really need to piss and I think Amber knew that. She stopped the door halfway.
“Closing me out? That’s not very nice.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to assume anything.”
“You’re so sweet. So, do you want another line?”
How much does this woman have on her? Is there an end to her surprises?
“Uh, sure. Thanks. You can go first, I’ll just watch you.”
Amber did just that, and I watched her ass bend down to get closer. What a nice ass. It’s a pity I can’t play with it.
“Now you. I’ve prepped it already; all you need to do is enjoy yourself.”
Fuck that’s good shit. Better than what I’ve had in the past, or maybe it’s the company.
“Kieran, I’d like for you to kiss me. I’m sorry if that’s too—”
Why would I let her finish her sentence with an invitation like that? Against the bathroom stall, in front of a toilet seat still partly covered in white, that’s exactly what I did. I kissed her softly, so softly I wondered if she felt anything at all. Then she responded by kissing me back. Hard and with intent, her mouth felt like the kiss of life. Her tongue so soft and entwined in mine, I forgot where we were for a moment. I forgot who I was for a moment. This woman has put a spell on me, a spell that I don’t want the counterspell for. Why would I?
I could feel goosebumps rise in my arms and legs. She smells and tastes amazing, no wonder Liam can’t leave her alone.
“Please, babe, put your hand here.”
And off my hand went, to the underside of her shirt, against her bra, against her soft skin. Unclipping her bra from behind with one hand, she took her other and placed it on mine, moving my hand to the left, just under her nipple. It was hard by now. Hard and so perfect, almost too perfect to cover with my hand. I did as I was asked, and kissed her at the same time. A small moan escaped our lips as I played with the underside of her breast, no point in starting with the good stuff first. Foreplay is key.
Moving up, I could see her eyes widen as she realized what I was about to do. Only what she asked me to do; I don’t know why she was so surprised. Cupping her breast with my hand, I played with her nipple in a way that felt different from before. This is her first time. I can’t do what I normally do.
Watching for signs of discomfort (not uncommon with first timers) and only hearing sighs, I figured I was doing something right. I moved closer to her nipple with my hand. Before I could stop her, she let out another soft moan and kissed me hard, biting my lip, as if my lip would relieve her from her screaming in pleasure. Kissing her back was easy; what was difficult was keeping my own moans at bay. What Amber didn’t know was that I don’t need to be touched to have an orgasm. I can think of something sexy or look at a nice ass or stomach, and I’m there already. I started the second she walked into the stall and hadn’t stopped since.
“Is this okay? Are you still enjoying it?” I wanted to end with 'babe' or 'baby,' but I didn’t know how to phrase it without sounding weird. Name calling for me was usually done in the bedroom, not to people I want in the bedroom.
“Mh-hmm. Please don’t stop.”
Oh I won’t, not until you tell me to stop.
“Wait, Kieran.”
Like now. No problem. I can still see them. Sexy breasts for a sexy person.
“I have to tell you something. I’ve never had an internal. What does that feel like?”
Oh you poor girl. Odd time to mention it, but okay.
“It’s like your world is being turned upside down but in a good way, and you feel good for hours afterwards.”
“Really? I’d like you to give me one. Now.”
