"Regardless of the term, you didn't," I stressed. "Nothing was gonna happen... Even if you guys didn't arrive last night. I swear.""How come? She seems nice... Plus, she's hot," she replied with a chuckle. Then for the first time ever, she gave me a congratulatory fist bump. In all the time we'd lived together, bumping knuckles wasn't something we'd ever done. "Kudos to you, 'my young Padawan.'""Uh, yeah, thanks." I was so ready for conflict—a fight, an argument. Taken aback by her carefree demeanor, I was uncertain on how to proceed. I didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth though, so I abandoned my pre-planned talking points. "How was your trip, by the way?"She chugged the rest of her orange juice. I stared directly at her pink lips as she wiped a paper napkin over them. "It was eventful. One night, we stayed in this supposedly haunted sixty-year-old motel and I swear a ghost hid my car keys. Like we literally spent hours looking for them. But it was still worth it 'cause
After we sat down on high stools by a small table, my date asked me what I wanted. I knew the establishment had great 'prohibition-era cocktails,' but I preferred my liquor straight. When I told her I was in the mood for tequila, she ordered the priciest bottle. "Really? I was thinking a few shots... That bottle costs like triple what I spent on dinner.""I know, but I'm overcompensating." Her grin was undeniably charming. "Cassidy, I'm the one who asked you out... Which means you shouldn't have paid for anything in the first place."I chuckled. "That's kinda old-school, don't you think? If I—" Hearing my phone's text chime, I stopped talking. My eyes jumped to my purse. But I shook my head and looked at the brunette sitting across from me again. "What was I saying? Oh yeah, I—""Go on, check it," she cut me off, still smiling. "I'm sure you're dying to know if she texted you back..." Confused by the statement, I asked who 'she' was. "Whoever you've been thinking of this entire night.
The hug was familiar, but it felt wrong... This was her cue to kiss me on the lips and tell me that we'd be together-together forever and always, wasn't it? This was meant to be the first step in our tandem march to 'happily ever after.' Paradoxically, however, when she told me she was happy for me, it made me sad. This was meant to be an us-moment. In my head, this whole narrative had been unfolding like a love story... Not some pseudo-coming-of-age tale centered on my personal self-discoveries about my sexuality. But it seemed like there was a glaring discrepancy issue between our individual perspectives, our respective points of view.I served my whole heart to her on the shiniest silver platter, but she handed it right back to me.One side of my mind warred with the other. In the end, I decided to clarify what I really meant. To state, in no unclear terms, that I was in love with her. But she began talking about me 'exploring' this new aspect of my life. For some reason, she was s
After her question, I was gone. The string of spit that bridged her lips to the toy's tip... Seeing that glow under her lights catapulted me over the edge. It would've taken a split second to tell her I was about to come, but there still wasn't enough time. I was already coming. In a state of stupor, I rammed my hips forward and I heard her gag. I stepped back and squeaked out an apology. Too many things were going on, everything was blurry—I wasn't sure what was happening anymore.Next thing I knew, I was on Gray's bed. My head was resting on her soft, fluffy pillows. I idly stared at the color-changing ceiling, beyond stunned and stupefied. But then my roommate started kissing me and the world made sense again. Not for the first time, because of her kinky ideas, I felt like I'd just taken the 'red pill' from 'The Matrix.' I felt like I'd learned some life-altering information I couldn't put in words."What happened?" I asked after we stopped making out. She shrugged to appear all in
I was on the set of a music video for a rising pop artist who lived in our city. Today, I was working with a small crew that discovered me through my work with Scopescape. Apparently, the director was a fan of Gray and Blue Ranger's clothes. When my phone began to vibrate, I took a quick break to answer my mom's call."You really sound different.""Hm?" I hummed, distracted by daydreams. "Sorry, I missed that?""I said, you sound different, sweetheart," she repeated in a playful, sing-song voice. "I've been waiting for you to bring it up for weeks now, but you haven't, so I'm going to just ask... Are you dating someone new?"For the past couple of months, our mother-daughter phone calls had been undeniably pleasant. Her question was still so unexpected though. "No, I'm not.""Have you met someone special then?"I would've cringed at the old-school terminology if I wasn't so caught off guard. My love life wasn't something we discussed. No joke, we'd talked about my most recent ex-boyfr
"Gray? Look at me, please? I want you to look at me while you come."She ripped off the blindfold. The change in light made her squint. Her ivory complexion was much rosier than usual. "Oh, thank god. I've wanted to take that thing off for ages now... Fuck, I'm close. You're doing so well."Feeling prouder than proud, I flitted my happy tongue over her clit. Yum. The guttural moans that escaped her mouth sent bolts of pleasure straight through me, right to my own dripping center. "Please come for me?"I sped up my fingers and sucked on her clit again. She climaxed hard. Her technicolor body convulsed and curled on my white bedsheets. The way she looked as she was coming was poetry in motion... I wanted to keep licking her sex, I wanted to drink every last drop of her. But her hips began bucking too wildly, her thighs began squeezing my head too tightly. I couldn't keep my mouth on her. Making sure my fingers at least stayed in her, I just watched. Fascinated and mesmerized. At the end