“Tell me about yourself,” she suggested. “Do you have a boyfriend?” I shook my head. “A girlfriend?” I blushed and shook my head again. “Have you ever been…interested?”
“A girlfriend. Or a girl.”
“Um…” I looked down at my half-empty glass.
“If that’s too personal–“
“No, it’s fine. I mean, yeah, I’ve been interested. But I’ve never had the opportunity to, uh, try it out.”
“Oh really,” she said with a smirk.
“What do you think of me?”
“I, um,” I stuttered.
“Sorry,” she said. “You’re new at this.” She laughed lightly. “Can I kiss you?”
I took a long sip from my glass and nodded vigorously. She leaned in, hand still on my face, and touched her lips to mine softly. I felt frozen, pinned in place by her hand and her mouth. She pulled back and looked at me quizzically.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“No, I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I didn’t–I’ve never–Will you do it again?” She looked unconvinced. “I want to kiss you,” I said earnestly.
“You’re sure? Because you have to actually kiss me back,” she said, a half-tease.
“I will,” I promised.
She kissed me again, and this time I returned it eagerly. Her hands wound into my hair and she pulled me closer to her as she kissed me with more intensity.
“I think this might be inappropriate for our setting,” I gasped as I came up for air a few minutes later.
“Oh?” She raised her eyebrows.
I looked at her, hoping she would pick up on what I wanted, too shy to voice my desire. The warm thing in my stomach was growing hotter, and it wasn’t the alcohol. I wanted her. I tried to tell her with my eyes. She smirked, and I felt myself caught like a fish on a hook.
“We just got here,” she said playfully.
“And you already want to leave?”
She laughed. “Come with me.” She took me by the hand and led me to the women’s bathroom, a one-stall affair with a deadbolt that she locked immediately. She pressed me against the wall and kissed me again, hands gripping my hips. I gasped into her mouth. “Eager,” she teased. I nodded.
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