We were friends. Nothing more. She was pretty & I loved spending time with her, but I never even considered we'd ever be anything more. She was a girl, after all.

    We’d gone to gay clubs before, just for fun. So when Gay Pride came around, we decided we’d go to a les bar with some les friends of ours. The night started out normally, but as it went on I drank a lot. Saying I was wasted would be an understatement: I actually danced.

    The Girl must have been drinking a lot too, because I remember at one point she confided in me about a hook-up she’d had a few months before…with (shock) a girl! When she said that, I started to wonder: “What would it be like? To kiss her? Maybe she would let me.”   

    So anyway, I was dancing (groan, embarrassing!) and a chick came over to me & asked if I was straight. I laughed but didn’t answer. The chick was persistent, and I kept holding off. I was secretly hoping The Girl would make a move, because I knew I could never be brave enough to.

    She finally did, subtly. We were standing in a group, talking & joking, and somehow kissing must have come up. Jokingly, she put her hands on either side of my head, drew me toward her, and kissed me on the cheek. Her lips were soft. I was sure she was joking, so I laughed it off nervously and backed away. I figured that if she had any idea the kinds of thoughts I was having about her in my head it would weird her out and ruin our friendship. But then she did it again. And again. And again. Each time she drew me toward her, her kisses got closer and closer to my mouth, until finally her lips touched the left side of mine. This is when I knew without a doubt that she wasn’t just playing around any more. She was irresistible: with her eyes & her smile & her playful kisses. On an impulse I leaned in to give her a real kiss.

    My memory is a bit fuzzy (too many drinks) but I remember pushing her back into a chair or a wall, our lips locked the whole time. We kissed hard and for a long time. Feeling her tongue for the first time gave me goose bumps up and down my arms and legs.

    Last call came & went. The bar sent all remaining patrons outside. The Girl and I somehow started making out again in the parking lot. I had pushed her up against my car, then after a while she switched and pinned me (gently) against it with her body. After we noticed that our friends had gone and the parking lot was empty, we decided we’d better go. She drove me back to her apt.

    We were both nervous about what we’d done. Nervous that the other would get weirded out and things would never be the same again. We sat on her couch to watch TV. I was still buzzed, so I was bold enough to put my arms around her waist & my head on her chest. She put her arms around me, enveloping me, and giggled, “you’re perfect.” (How cute is she?!) We lay down on the couch to watch the movie or TV or whatever the hell it was we were pretending to watch. We lay on our right sides, me in front & her arm rested on my hipbone. I turned my head back to kiss her, and from there we couldn’t stop kissing. I could feel the length of her body behind me, our legs intermingled. I felt her hand slowly make its way from my side to my stomach to my bra to my bare breasts, then down again to the button on my jeans. She slipped her soft hand into my underwear and touched me softly & cautiously. She kept asking, “is that ok? Are you ok? Are you sure? You ok?” and I kept replying, "Yes, don't worry about it. Really, it's ok..."

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(that's all I'm brave enough to write out)