The Kiss
I met this girl at work name pamela a long while ago
We became great friends and used to be regulars at this sports bar downtown every friday night.
Sometimes we'd just go to her house (she lived with her parents) and we would watch TV in her room. She had a huge house with her own ensuite so we spent most of our time watching movies on her Bed.
I dont know how or why but I started to like her alot more than a friend, thinking about her alot and it totally wierded me out. Part of me wanted to tell her just to get it out because I didnt know who else to talk to, but most of me was afraid of what she'd think.
Finally one night we were driving home from the bar and I thought I'd feel her out so I started asking questions about what she thought about people who were gay, and she immediately asked if I was. I thought fuck it and just said yes. Though I really wouldnt say I was, I just thought it was easier than having to explain or not be able to explain my confusion.
She said basically that was fine she really didnt care as long as I didn't like her. (akkk) I pretty much wanted to die right there. I was like "ewww of course not!" heh. Before we got home though I don't remember how exactly (it was years ago) but I am pretty sure I just had so much bottled up inside me that I started to cry (silently) but she noticed and of course asked what was wrong and I ended up telling her that I really did like her and was sorry and everything.
She didn't speak for ages, and then I noticed tears running down her face. I was so unsure and worried about our friendship and how I might have ruined it. I said "Im sorry P" and she said "dont be. I'm not mad. Im not mad at you, It bothers me. But Not because it grosses me out." I sat in silence, looking out the window, willing myself to disappear. She then continued.. "It bothers me because it doesn't, bother me at all."
???
Anyhow, we got over that night, and were still friends. Just hanging and I started getting more comfortable with how I felt. After a while it was almost amusing how she was so obviously uncomfortable with me when we were alone in her room. So I would bug her on purpose just to watch her squirm.
(yes I'm evil)
We'd sit on her bed watchng a film, and my leg would touch hers and she'd pull it away really quick and freeze. So I'd laugh and touch her with my toe and rub it up and down her ankle. Then she spoke without looking at me. "I know what you are doing, you think you can freak me out, but dont be so coy. I could freak you out too." then we just kept watching the TV. Suddenly she whips around and kisses me right on the mouth. (a closed mouth kiss). She was right. I could hardly breath. She did freak me out. I shut up and didn't say a word or touch her again the whole night. lol.
When the movie was over she drove me to the bus stop as she always did. We sat in the car talking and joking and feeling wierder than ever. We both joked that it felt like a date and neither of us knew if I should shake her hand, kiss her or jump the hell out of the car and run.
(I jumped).
She left.
I stood at the stop for five minutes replaying her mini-kiss in her room, in my head. Then I see her car coming back. She drove up to where I was standing (there were two cabs parked about 2 feet away observing the whole exchange).
I walked over to her car and she rolled down the window and said to me.
"Kiss me"
I said "what??"
She said "Just kiss me. I'm going to be thinking about it all night if you don't"
WOW..
I leaned into the window, traced my finger along her cheek, tilted her head towards me and kissed her.
I wasn't really expecting a huge kiss, but she opened her mouth and ran her tongue along my bottom lip...and we just kept kissing...
We became great friends and used to be regulars at this sports bar downtown every friday night.
Sometimes we'd just go to her house (she lived with her parents) and we would watch TV in her room. She had a huge house with her own ensuite so we spent most of our time watching movies on her Bed.
I dont know how or why but I started to like her alot more than a friend, thinking about her alot and it totally wierded me out. Part of me wanted to tell her just to get it out because I didnt know who else to talk to, but most of me was afraid of what she'd think.
Finally one night we were driving home from the bar and I thought I'd feel her out so I started asking questions about what she thought about people who were gay, and she immediately asked if I was. I thought fuck it and just said yes. Though I really wouldnt say I was, I just thought it was easier than having to explain or not be able to explain my confusion.
She said basically that was fine she really didnt care as long as I didn't like her. (akkk) I pretty much wanted to die right there. I was like "ewww of course not!" heh. Before we got home though I don't remember how exactly (it was years ago) but I am pretty sure I just had so much bottled up inside me that I started to cry (silently) but she noticed and of course asked what was wrong and I ended up telling her that I really did like her and was sorry and everything.
She didn't speak for ages, and then I noticed tears running down her face. I was so unsure and worried about our friendship and how I might have ruined it. I said "Im sorry P" and she said "dont be. I'm not mad. Im not mad at you, It bothers me. But Not because it grosses me out." I sat in silence, looking out the window, willing myself to disappear. She then continued.. "It bothers me because it doesn't, bother me at all."
???
Anyhow, we got over that night, and were still friends. Just hanging and I started getting more comfortable with how I felt. After a while it was almost amusing how she was so obviously uncomfortable with me when we were alone in her room. So I would bug her on purpose just to watch her squirm.
(yes I'm evil)
We'd sit on her bed watchng a film, and my leg would touch hers and she'd pull it away really quick and freeze. So I'd laugh and touch her with my toe and rub it up and down her ankle. Then she spoke without looking at me. "I know what you are doing, you think you can freak me out, but dont be so coy. I could freak you out too." then we just kept watching the TV. Suddenly she whips around and kisses me right on the mouth. (a closed mouth kiss). She was right. I could hardly breath. She did freak me out. I shut up and didn't say a word or touch her again the whole night. lol.
When the movie was over she drove me to the bus stop as she always did. We sat in the car talking and joking and feeling wierder than ever. We both joked that it felt like a date and neither of us knew if I should shake her hand, kiss her or jump the hell out of the car and run.
(I jumped).
She left.
I stood at the stop for five minutes replaying her mini-kiss in her room, in my head. Then I see her car coming back. She drove up to where I was standing (there were two cabs parked about 2 feet away observing the whole exchange).
I walked over to her car and she rolled down the window and said to me.
"Kiss me"
I said "what??"
She said "Just kiss me. I'm going to be thinking about it all night if you don't"
WOW..
I leaned into the window, traced my finger along her cheek, tilted her head towards me and kissed her.
I wasn't really expecting a huge kiss, but she opened her mouth and ran her tongue along my bottom lip...and we just kept kissing...