my games and said, “We have something in common.”
I just stood there foolishly. At the time, my crush on Sam had been out of control. She was slightly sweaty from cheerleading, and it glistened on her skin, adding to her appeal. At the time, I had thought, Don’t say something idiotic! It meant I allowed myself too few words.
“What?” was my brilliant response. Maybe that was the first clue that I’d have problems finishing my novel—I wasn’t good with words under pressure.
“We are both only children.”
I continued to stare at her. “Oh. That’s neat.” I had been holding a basketball, and even though I never did so during a game, or during practice for that matter, I fumbled it and it rolled away from me pathetically.
Another cheerleader called Samantha’s name, and the last thing I remember was Sam looking back over her shoulder and giving me a slight wave. I half waved back, since I wasn’t entirely sure she was waving at me, and I didn’t want to look like that nitwit on the sidewalk who waved foolishly at someone who was waving at someone else.
Kat’s voice brought me back to the present. “Oh, you’re an only child. It’s good that Cori is really close with her family. We have dinner with them every week.”
I started to say that it wasn’t every week, because that sounded lame (even though we do), but Samantha beat me to the punch.
“Me too!” She turned to me and whacked me playfully on my shoulder.
Kat looked peeved. I think she was trying to convince Samantha I was a boring fuddy-duddy and not worth chasing after. Instead, she’d made a connection between the two of us. Maybe I didn’t have to speak the entire night. I’d just let Kat make the moves for me. That is, if I was trying to make any moves—and I wasn’t.
“So are you a dy…lesbian?” inquired Harold.
His boldness silenced even Kat. I thought it more than likely that Samantha was here with some gay guy friends, and that she was a fag hag. Not once did I think she was a lesbo. I’d never considered it in high school, and even after stumbling into her in a gay bar, I still didn’t think so. She was just open-minded. Had to be.
Harold was the only one who didn’t look uncomfortable at the question.
Then Samantha laughed it off. “Well, if you really want to know, Harold, I think bisexual is the most accurate description. However, I haven’t dated a man in years.”
I almost fell over. I think I even stopped breathing for a minute.
Kat wasn’t happy, but she plastered a grin on her face. “Does that mean you’re dating a woman?” She looked keen for the right answer.
“No. My girlfriend and I broke up last week.”
She was on the rebound.
Dammit! Why did I have to be in a relationship?
Wait a minute, Cori, you aren’t looking! Knock it the fuck off.
Kat put an arm around Samantha and gave her a good squeeze, her breasts almost bursting out of her top as she did so.
As a result, Harold’s eyes almost popped out of his head.
Samantha either didn’t notice or was very good at pretending.
Seeing the two of them together was odd. Kat wore tight jeans and a revealing top that was losing the battle of controlling her assets.
Samantha wore jeans, not too tight or loose, and a semi-tight Red Sox shirt. Many would find Kat the sexier of the two.
I was torn.
Kat looked hot, no doubt about it. But Samantha’s outfit hinted there was more to see, and that it wouldn’t be a disappointment. And, Samantha exuded confidence. Kat normally did, but this evening her vulnerable side was making a rare appearance. I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
I needed a moment, so I excused myself, saying I needed to pee. I didn’t put it like that, of course. Only Samantha noticed that I had said anything at all. Harold was too busy staring at Kat’s boobs, and Kat was too busy sizing up Samantha.
The bathroom was so disgusting, I decided not to pee. I had to, but going anywhere near that toilet
I just stood there foolishly. At the time, my crush on Sam had been out of control. She was slightly sweaty from cheerleading, and it glistened on her skin, adding to her appeal. At the time, I had thought, Don’t say something idiotic! It meant I allowed myself too few words.
“What?” was my brilliant response. Maybe that was the first clue that I’d have problems finishing my novel—I wasn’t good with words under pressure.
“We are both only children.”
I continued to stare at her. “Oh. That’s neat.” I had been holding a basketball, and even though I never did so during a game, or during practice for that matter, I fumbled it and it rolled away from me pathetically.
Another cheerleader called Samantha’s name, and the last thing I remember was Sam looking back over her shoulder and giving me a slight wave. I half waved back, since I wasn’t entirely sure she was waving at me, and I didn’t want to look like that nitwit on the sidewalk who waved foolishly at someone who was waving at someone else.
Kat’s voice brought me back to the present. “Oh, you’re an only child. It’s good that Cori is really close with her family. We have dinner with them every week.”
I started to say that it wasn’t every week, because that sounded lame (even though we do), but Samantha beat me to the punch.
“Me too!” She turned to me and whacked me playfully on my shoulder.
Kat looked peeved. I think she was trying to convince Samantha I was a boring fuddy-duddy and not worth chasing after. Instead, she’d made a connection between the two of us. Maybe I didn’t have to speak the entire night. I’d just let Kat make the moves for me. That is, if I was trying to make any moves—and I wasn’t.
“So are you a dy…lesbian?” inquired Harold.
His boldness silenced even Kat. I thought it more than likely that Samantha was here with some gay guy friends, and that she was a fag hag. Not once did I think she was a lesbo. I’d never considered it in high school, and even after stumbling into her in a gay bar, I still didn’t think so. She was just open-minded. Had to be.
Harold was the only one who didn’t look uncomfortable at the question.
Then Samantha laughed it off. “Well, if you really want to know, Harold, I think bisexual is the most accurate description. However, I haven’t dated a man in years.”
I almost fell over. I think I even stopped breathing for a minute.
Kat wasn’t happy, but she plastered a grin on her face. “Does that mean you’re dating a woman?” She looked keen for the right answer.
“No. My girlfriend and I broke up last week.”
She was on the rebound.
Dammit! Why did I have to be in a relationship?
Wait a minute, Cori, you aren’t looking! Knock it the fuck off.
Kat put an arm around Samantha and gave her a good squeeze, her breasts almost bursting out of her top as she did so.
As a result, Harold’s eyes almost popped out of his head.
Samantha either didn’t notice or was very good at pretending.
Seeing the two of them together was odd. Kat wore tight jeans and a revealing top that was losing the battle of controlling her assets.
Samantha wore jeans, not too tight or loose, and a semi-tight Red Sox shirt. Many would find Kat the sexier of the two.
I was torn.
Kat looked hot, no doubt about it. But Samantha’s outfit hinted there was more to see, and that it wouldn’t be a disappointment. And, Samantha exuded confidence. Kat normally did, but this evening her vulnerable side was making a rare appearance. I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
I needed a moment, so I excused myself, saying I needed to pee. I didn’t put it like that, of course. Only Samantha noticed that I had said anything at all. Harold was too busy staring at Kat’s boobs, and Kat was too busy sizing up Samantha.
The bathroom was so disgusting, I decided not to pee. I had to, but going anywhere near that toilet
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