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She looked at me with her wide green eyes, put her hand on my cheek, caressed it. I was stunned, not moving. She eased into me. Her soft lips touched mine. I just sat there, not reacting, not saying anything, letting her kiss me. She pushed me onto the bed, thrust her tongue into my mouth, moved it around. I was more stunned than participating.
She sat up, looked at me. I can't say I was turned on in any way. I mean this was my best friend!
But I wasn't disgusted by it, either. Not at all.
"Nah, didn't think so," she said, very nonchalant, then wiped her lips.
"H —huh?"
"I was just checking. You're definitely not into girls. You kiss like a wet fish. I sure hope that's because you were shocked. Because if you kiss guys like that, it's no wonder you still haven't gotten laid."
I stood up. "Y—you're—?"
"What? Gay? No way. I mean, I don't know. I like guys. Like them a lot ! Anyways, don't read too much into this. I was just feeling the water is all. Whereas my tastes might be in question, you're as straight as a bamboo whip in a bad BDSM novel. So, moving on?"
I chuckled. "Wow, I can't believe I was just kissed passionately by a girl... My best —"
"Get over it! Now, about your man-friend. What's it: Collin? Conan?"
"Conall."
"Yeah, him."
Mentioning him again got me thinking about him on top of me, his pelvis against mine.
Nope. Not gay. Definitely not. Thanks, Kayla.
-5-
I called him after Kayla left. Sunday night. I had this sudden dread of him somehow walking past me at school and then the pussycat would be out of the bag (no, not that cat! It's any expression...)
If he saw me at school he'd probably run for the hills!
I know it was paranoid. A hundred or more high schools in Manhattan (some wild figure like that) and he'd walk past mine? Yeah right.
But when you're guilty, you're guilty. And you think everyone's looking at you. (I learned that in a Sopranos episode.)
His phone had rung twice.
"Leora," he said, a lilt in his voice that said, also: Despite all your shit, I'm still interested in you . At least I fucking hope it said that.
I imagined how easy it would be to play the Bianca card. You know, "Oh woe is me I have so many problems because I'm so rich that I just need to get laid." I couldn't bring myself down to that level, no matter how hard I tried.
"Brad..."
"No, it's Conall."
Fuck! "Damn it..."
"So, I guess that's what this is about. Well, good on you for not cheating on 'Brad.'"
"No, no! It's not like that... Man, I must sound so desperate to you right now..."
"No, what you sound like is seventeen..."
I felt like I'd been given an ice cold drink and was suffering brain-freeze in my chest. "Wh—what?"
"I said it sounds like you could be seventeen! The way you change your mind, meander, go back and forth, storm out of people's hotel suite's running. It was a joke... I know you're not seventeen. Oh, never mind. It's not funny if you have to explain it."
"Oh, a joke, right... Seventeen. Haha."
Silence.
"So?" he prompted.
"I...like you. And I don't know why I like you and it's probably infatuation and some stupid crush and ridiculous and creepy and all that, but, um, I, well, I do like you. And..." I waited for the inevitable: I like you too, Leora.
It never came.
"Uh-huh..." he said.
"Yeah, um, look, I'm sorry, never —"
"Don't hang up! Jeez, Leora, look. You seem like a wonderful woman" —( Woman , yeah right)—"but you have to learn to take a stand on a subject. So much hemming and hawing and 'oh I don't want to impose for I may upset thee, sire.' Bugger! You sound so, well, British ! Aren't Americans supposed to be arrogant and outspoken? Be American and say what you want to say !"
What a pep-talk! I was revved. Pumped. Ready to shout it out! I was so friggin in the moment, that —
"I am seventeen!"
Screech! Halt! Say what? Had I just said that out loud?
"Um, excuse me?"
Shit! "Oh, you heard that..."
"Yes, I did..."
"Yeah, it's true."
"Oh..." he
She looked at me with her wide green eyes, put her hand on my cheek, caressed it. I was stunned, not moving. She eased into me. Her soft lips touched mine. I just sat there, not reacting, not saying anything, letting her kiss me. She pushed me onto the bed, thrust her tongue into my mouth, moved it around. I was more stunned than participating.
She sat up, looked at me. I can't say I was turned on in any way. I mean this was my best friend!
But I wasn't disgusted by it, either. Not at all.
"Nah, didn't think so," she said, very nonchalant, then wiped her lips.
"H —huh?"
"I was just checking. You're definitely not into girls. You kiss like a wet fish. I sure hope that's because you were shocked. Because if you kiss guys like that, it's no wonder you still haven't gotten laid."
I stood up. "Y—you're—?"
"What? Gay? No way. I mean, I don't know. I like guys. Like them a lot ! Anyways, don't read too much into this. I was just feeling the water is all. Whereas my tastes might be in question, you're as straight as a bamboo whip in a bad BDSM novel. So, moving on?"
I chuckled. "Wow, I can't believe I was just kissed passionately by a girl... My best —"
"Get over it! Now, about your man-friend. What's it: Collin? Conan?"
"Conall."
"Yeah, him."
Mentioning him again got me thinking about him on top of me, his pelvis against mine.
Nope. Not gay. Definitely not. Thanks, Kayla.
-5-
I called him after Kayla left. Sunday night. I had this sudden dread of him somehow walking past me at school and then the pussycat would be out of the bag (no, not that cat! It's any expression...)
If he saw me at school he'd probably run for the hills!
I know it was paranoid. A hundred or more high schools in Manhattan (some wild figure like that) and he'd walk past mine? Yeah right.
But when you're guilty, you're guilty. And you think everyone's looking at you. (I learned that in a Sopranos episode.)
His phone had rung twice.
"Leora," he said, a lilt in his voice that said, also: Despite all your shit, I'm still interested in you . At least I fucking hope it said that.
I imagined how easy it would be to play the Bianca card. You know, "Oh woe is me I have so many problems because I'm so rich that I just need to get laid." I couldn't bring myself down to that level, no matter how hard I tried.
"Brad..."
"No, it's Conall."
Fuck! "Damn it..."
"So, I guess that's what this is about. Well, good on you for not cheating on 'Brad.'"
"No, no! It's not like that... Man, I must sound so desperate to you right now..."
"No, what you sound like is seventeen..."
I felt like I'd been given an ice cold drink and was suffering brain-freeze in my chest. "Wh—what?"
"I said it sounds like you could be seventeen! The way you change your mind, meander, go back and forth, storm out of people's hotel suite's running. It was a joke... I know you're not seventeen. Oh, never mind. It's not funny if you have to explain it."
"Oh, a joke, right... Seventeen. Haha."
Silence.
"So?" he prompted.
"I...like you. And I don't know why I like you and it's probably infatuation and some stupid crush and ridiculous and creepy and all that, but, um, I, well, I do like you. And..." I waited for the inevitable: I like you too, Leora.
It never came.
"Uh-huh..." he said.
"Yeah, um, look, I'm sorry, never —"
"Don't hang up! Jeez, Leora, look. You seem like a wonderful woman" —( Woman , yeah right)—"but you have to learn to take a stand on a subject. So much hemming and hawing and 'oh I don't want to impose for I may upset thee, sire.' Bugger! You sound so, well, British ! Aren't Americans supposed to be arrogant and outspoken? Be American and say what you want to say !"
What a pep-talk! I was revved. Pumped. Ready to shout it out! I was so friggin in the moment, that —
"I am seventeen!"
Screech! Halt! Say what? Had I just said that out loud?
"Um, excuse me?"
Shit! "Oh, you heard that..."
"Yes, I did..."
"Yeah, it's true."
"Oh..." he
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