“Yeah. I’m cold.”

I was right. The goosebumps were making their way to the surface. The wind blew and this made me colder. She walked over and took me under her wing. She held me close to her. The heat and the smell of her perfume made me smile. I cherished how tender she was with me. Her touches were soft and her body was warm and smooth. Like a baby’s bottom. She led me up the steps and I opened the door. I stepped inside and she followed me. I walked over to the fridge. She followed me. As I leaned down, so did she. I stopped and looked at her. She looked at me. I smiled and so did she.

“Did I miss something?” She got down on her knees.

“Yes…”

She looked down at my lips. I was nervous. I knew what was happening next. I had never kissed a woman, but, I wanted to kiss her. Was I gay? No. But, I’m gay curious. I gazed in to her eyes. They were big and brown. She had the cutest lashes, even when they’re wet. Her wet curly hair hung like strings down her back. And then her lips. They look soft and they feel great. I couldn’t help grazing them with my finger. They’re soft.

“T…”

I catch my breath when she says my name. I know what she’s asking of me. My inside’s turn to mush. I’m finding it hard to breath. I never broke my gaze from her. I smiled and looked in to her eyes. I could feel my cheeks become warm and my heart settle. I say…

“Yes…”

“Would you mind it if I kissed you?”

“No…”

I grazed her lip again. She closed her eyes and leaned in. I leaned in too. Just then Alice enters the kitchen whistling. I back away. I stand immediately and so does she.

“Hey Alice.”Bette says

“Hey Al. Hey, I’m going upstairs.” I tapped her arm

“Hey you guys.”

I waved at Alice and made my way up to my room. I was dying for a shower and some fresh clean clothing. I was also dying for Bette to follow me up. That’s the sex talking. Thank god for personal thoughts. They really do come in handy. I opened my bedroom door and closed it afterwards. I tossed my towel on my bed and walked over to the mirror. I looked myself over and over. I was always in the mirror. I’ve gotten the conceeded of the year award in high school. Many of my friends never knew that an award like that existed. But, it does. And it sits right on my dresser.