"In more words than necessary," she said. She then sighed a little sigh and stared at my ceiling. It made me want to put glow in the dark stars up there or something so she would have something to look at. "AJ is so much better at this than I am. He would have just come right out and said 'Would you be my girl?'" She imitated his voice and I almost laughed at her. "But I'm not AJ. I've never done this before."
"So you know, neither have I." I stared at her, finally stopping my infernal pacing. "How did you know?" I whispered, hoping she didn't hear me. I wasn't that lucky.
"The emails tipped me off. That and I could just tell. I felt something for you that day back in the coffee shop, I just didn't know what it was." She was walking towards me as she spoke, but I was too dazed by her appearance to even notice. "I've never felt this way before," she said. She was now inches away from me.
I don't know if I was the one who started it or she was, but somehow our lips ended up together. We were kissing right there in my living room! I must have started walking towards my room with her still firmly attached to my lips because before I knew it, we were closing the door to my bedroom. Her lips were soft and small, like everything else on her. We just seemed to fit perfectly together. Once the door was closed, I tried to take control of the situation. My house, my rules, I figured, but she pinned me to my bed. Straddling my hips, she said to me, "Hey, I'm the Supergirl here. So I'm in charge." I just gazed up at her and shrugged my shoulders. She leaned over and pressed her lips to mine again. Her hands roamed over my clothing until she found the hem of my shirt. Sliding her right hand up my body, she managed to cup my left breast, but only for a moment. She moved quickly to my right side and finding what she wanted, she started kneading my flesh.
She stopped kissing me to look into my eyes, I guess to see if she was doing anything wrong and when she did this, I laughed at her. She stopped immediately, pulling her hand from under my shirt. "You weren't doing anything wrong," I assured her. "I was just thinking. Leave it to a girl to favor my right breast."
"Why?" she asked, rolling over onto her side and propping herself up on an elbow.
"Because every man I've been with has always favored my left side. It's bigger." I smiled at her.
She held up the hand that was keeping her head up. "Does this look like a man's hand to you?" she asked with a smirk.
"No," I replied giggling. I then suddenly got serious, afraid of what was going to happen next. "Krystal?"
"Hm," she replied, running the back of her hand over my stomach.
"Please don't tell me that nothing happened between us."
She locked gazes with me and said, "But nothing did happen." I stared at her. I couldn't believe what she was implying. She must have understood my look because she added, "Nothing that is, except we kissed." I smiled. That somehow made me feel better. "You do know," she continued, "that publicly you are my friend and nothing more."
"I kinda figured," I said. "I mean, you're just starting out on your career. But what about this, why don't I just not exist at all until you're ready for me to exist?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you're not seeing anyone and I don't make any public appearances with you. I mean, no shows, no meetings. Nothing. This way no one can get suspicious and start asking the wrong questions at the wrong time."
She thought about it a moment, tilting her head this way and then that before answering, "That just might work. But I do want you to come to at least a couple of shows. Meet the guys and such. They don't need to know right away."
"Speaking of the guys," I said, clearing my throat. "Um, what about Mook? I mean, if I had just broken up with someone, I certainly wouldn't want them hanging around with their new girlfriend."
"Oh, come on," she said. "Don't worry about Mook. He's way more professional than that. When we went our separate ways three months ago, we agreed that he would still be my manager. We never allowed our personal relationship to interfere with our professional one. Yeah, he may have problems with it, but he's not going to do something to jeopardize my career or his." This made me feel a little better. "And about the rest of the guys, well, what they don't know, can't hurt them. I'll corner them at one point and tell them, so that we don't have to hide around them, but we've gotta be careful around them." She leaned over a kissed me unexpectedly.
"How so?" I asked when she pulled away from me.
"Andre," she said simply. I knew what she was saying. Andre was the Backstreet Boys' personal photographer. And it wasn't just him we had to worry about. Where the Backstreet Boys were there were usually news reporters and photographers and fans somewhere close by.
We went back to kissing at that point, just kind of enjoying the experience. I know you're probably expecting more, but we didn't do anything but kiss. She eventually placed her head on my shoulder and I ran my hand down her back just relishing the joy that was coursing through my veins. One thing I knew I loved about her was her height. She was only about two inches taller than I was, which was great in my eyes. On top of that, we both fit easily into my twin bed. We lay there for hours not saying anything, and sometimes just leaning over and kissing the other's cheek to make sure they were still awake. When she left that night, after several hours of talking and kissing, I felt good about what was going on in my life.
