Thanks to everyone who pitched in on this week's Come Story Telling With Me. And now for the completed story!
As I looked into his eyes, I thought to myself, "I wonder which mascara he uses? Please don't tell me this one is gay too?"
As I gazed at his long, fan-like lashes and again felt my doubts rise, he put his hand on my arm and said, "I love how your eyeliner brings out your eyes. Tell me, what are you thinking right now? All of a sudden you seem distant. Am I making you uncomfortable?"
"Nothing, nothing, I'm fine really." Yet in my mind I started to catalog the vast cornucopia of sex there are to have. New partner sex (basic and always fun), shower sex (more difficult than it appears in films), platonic friends dry spell sex (the sexual equivalent of emergency rooms), sloppy drunk sex (self-explanatory), hotel sex (make all the mess you want, since you don't have to clean it up) and wake up sex (absolutely no tongue kissing). Then I snapped out of it, just as he continued to ramble on.
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"Mmmm-hmmm," I purrred to let him know I heard him talking, even though I wasn't really concentrating! He didn't just comment on my eyeliner, did he? "Baby, don't be gay. Don't be gay," I scream in my head!
"So what do you think? Would you be up for it?" He said, interrupting my thoughts.
"What?" I say, embarrassed, realizing I had no idea what he just asked me, since I was checking out the cute waiter serving the next table over. He laughed and took my hand.
"There's no pressure, but if it makes you feel any better, once you get it over with, most people are surprised they were so nervous in the first place!" Feeling apprehensive, I pulled my hand away.
"Feel pressure about what?"
As I asked the question, he gave me a slow, easy smile while he repeatedly tapped his ring, middle and index finger against his lips. So now both my fantasy and fear are true? He's gay and we're gonna have scorching sex? He wants a threesome. I suddenly had the greatest idea: inviting my best friend Christine to this quaint little party? Maybe us two gals can convert two hot gay guys! I leaned forward. "How about making that a four?" I waited to see his reaction.