The Kissing Couch
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Topic: The Kissing Couch
A straight, homebody kind of girl gets talked into going to a mixed (slightly more gay than straight) party. She?s a little out of her element, but mingles and drifts around the large house then settles in a sofa against the wall with snacks and something to drink. The little end table is covered with various cups and tiny paper plates and she doesn?t have enough hands to make a little space for her drink. As she looks around for a solution before someone notices what a dork she?s becoming, a handsome butch comes to her rescue.
He?d seen her when she came in with her friend and had watched her from a distance as she mingled and gracefully made her way to the sofa.
?Hi, looks like you could use a hand while you settle in, may I?? He approached with an easy smile and an outstretched hand for something she might hand to him to hold while she finds a place for the other thing.
?Hi, thank you, yes? she blushed and decided to pass the plate so she could take a little sip of her cup before setting it on the end table.
It takes a couple minutes and she?s more nervous by the second, while he just seems patiently waiting to give her plate back to her and be on his way.
She reaches for the plate, but he sits down next to her on the tiny sofa before handing it back. She?s suddenly too shy to speak much, but does a lot of nodding and smiling and stuffs something small in her mouth so she wouldn?t say something stupid.
?Mandy is your girlfriend, right?? He asked her three chews into a sliver of hard bread with spinach dip and a now half piece of jumbo shrimp on top. She rushed to chew and swallow so she could answer, but caught a twinkle in his eye and simply nodded instead, chewing more slowly and swallowing with an unconscious flick of her tongue to the corners of her mouth.
?Yes, she was kind enough to make a deal on the rent the first month for me to move in. It was much harder to find a room in my price range when I got here than I expected.? She blushed again.
?That?s good; it?s nice to meet good folks right away. So you just answered her ad or something??
?Yes, I was really lucky, too. I got the paper in the train station and it was already a week old by the time I got here. I expected her room to be taken already, I?m so glad I called to be certain.?
?That was lucky. How are you two getting along??
?Oh fine, thank you. Mandy is really great, and the room is perfect and the apartment is just beautiful, she?s an interior designer, you know.?
?Yes, I know.? He smiled like he knew everything he wanted to know and only waited for the right moment to pounce.
?So, I?m Mel. Nice to meet you.? He grinned and stuck out his hand just as she thought it was safe to pop another delicious bite of something into her mouth.
She blinked a couple times, gulped her mouthful down, and responded in good humor.
?You?re doing that on purpose aren?t you, Mel??
?I like to see a beautiful woman with her mouth full. And, of course, I?m an evil stranger. Haven?t you ever met an evil stranger before?? He leaned in a little and noticed she didn?t lean away. She didn?t lean into him too, but she didn?t flinch or subtly shrink away either.
She laughed brightly, ?No Sir, I have not, and if you?re the first then I must say I don?t know why I waited so long to meet an evil stranger.?
She flirted a little, the man was courteous and friendly and even if he was only making polite conversation and they?d never see each other again, it was still kind of him to give her a little hand and chat with her for a while. And he was charming and something on the ?dashing? side in her judgment.
His color deepened a little and she realized it was his turn to blush, she felt a pleased rush tingle through her guts; a blushing man is one of those irresistible things for her. She blushed knowing she had gotten to him in some small way and having had the upper hand in the conversation for a split second. Then she remembered and blushed brightly.
?Starla. Starla Nelson, very nice to meet you too, Mel.? She looked around for someplace safe to set the half empty little plate in case she needed to bolt.
?So who else do you know here, Starla?? He said leaning against the back of the sofa and giving her room to bolt if she needed it. The dance was on now; it wasn?t like she would want to leave with her roomie still here.
?Well, you and Mandy now, actually.? She smiled and shrugged her shoulders slightly. She couldn?t very well lie about a thing like that, for all she knew he could be the host of the whole thing.
It was still early in the evening, there was a ?European? supper planned in an hour or so and what she?d heard from Mandy, impromptu performances of some kind would follow. It was a full room, yet everyone seemed to flow around each other and only brush up close now and then on purpose. They seemed like an affectionate and inclusive group of friends.
?Starla, I have to ask you something, because you?ve never been here before and you might not know. Do you mind if I get a little tacky and ask you a couple personal questions??
?Yes, of course. I mean, no, go right ahead.? She laughed a little flustered, but holding it together well. ?Yes, please ask me anything you?d like to know, Mel.? She concluded and rested against the back of the sofa too, little plate still in her lap.
?Okay,? he sighed in a huff and paused for dramatic effect in an unconscious manner. ?How do you feel about gay people??
?Oh! Oh, well, yeah, you know, I probably don?t know any, but I probably couldn?t tell either. Except I think those two guys are gay, but they?ve been making out over there for an hour, that kind of gave me a clue. But, you know, I like them as a group, I think the parades are spectacular and I believe in Gay Rights; I think every one should be able to get legally married if they want. And, and I thought about kissing a girl when I was in the girl?s school, but I just never, you know, no one had the guts to kiss me either.? She stopped herself before she needed a crowbar to pry her foot loose from her mouth.
?Well, little Starla, hold onto your socks because the majority of us here are gay.? He watched her carefully for her reaction, he could see her blinking a few times and the little cogs turning inside and it was only a matter of seconds before she would go one way or another.
?Oh, are you gay too then?? she attempted to keep the disappointment out of her voice, she had already envisioned the possibility of a date or two with him.
?Yes, Starla, I am.? He rolled forward on his shoulder and aimed his face toward her ear closest to the sofa so she wouldn?t feel pinned and she could smell his neck and whispered; ?I was born female. Technically, I?m lesbian, but it?s more complicated than that.? Then slowly retreated giving her plenty of room to make her excuses and bolt.
Any second now?there she goes. Okay, count to three and if she doesn?t bolt offer to hold her plate while she goes to the bathroom and let the sweet little thing go. One, two?two and a half?
Okay, fine then.
?How are you doing, Starla? May I find a place for your plate while you go freshen up or anything??
?I?m, um, well, soon yes, thank you, but I?m curious. Oh my god, I mean I?m fine and I?m curious to know what your point was in asking me?that, you know, question?? she just trailed off this time.
Well what do you know? Mel thought to himself. Exactly how curious was she, now that was the question Mel really wanted to know. She avoided him a little and glanced around the room, then back at her plate; fiddling with bits of things to keep the stray from slipping off onto her long black, wow, that looked like suede, skirt. He looked around casually, just a room check, where was Mandy, what were those guys doing now?oh, sheesh, we haven?t even had dinner yet, come on guys, jeeze, why do you always have to show off for the virgins?
He shook his head slightly and rolled his eyes just enough to look exasperated without implying it had anything to do with her or their conversation as he turned back to her. Well, she might not date him, but she had to know about the meaning of the sofa, other guys aren?t always as nice as he is to cute girls.
Besides, she was living with Mandy, it?s only a matter of days before someone over there tries something silly thinking this woman knows something about anything from lesbianism.
?Well, really I was trying to tell you about the sofa you?re sitting on here, because I don?t think you knew the house customs, and I kind of needed to know how you felt about alternative lifestyles first.? He spoke carefully, as if he thought of that exact word to say just that instant. However, he hesitated because she seemed so innocent and open and he?d probably said those same words two dozen times to femmes sitting on this sofa, but he?d never doubted his urges to kiss one before. It was the whole reason he hung back so long and observed; to prevent these doubts when he goes for the kill.
Mandy had been telling him for weeks about Starla, how he was the right man for the job and all, but now, looking at her sparkle and blush?there was just something wrong with spoiling that and not preserving a bit of it for himself.
?What about the sofa? Was it reserved? I?m sorry.? She sat up and adjusted to stand as soon as it was polite, but he rested his hand on her forearm and smiled.
?No, it?s not reserved, exactly, just this particular sofa has a purpose beyond just relaxing like the others. See the decorations?? He pointed out the watercolors and glittery things hanging from the ceiling and pieces amid the trash on the end tables with a secretive smile.
?It looks like a little Christmas Corner, or something. It?s sweet, and no one seemed to be sitting here, I didn?t understand there was a purpose for this particular couch. I certainly don?t want to intrude on someone?s art or whatever?s going on.? Starla said not actually irritated at anything in particular, but thinking someone could post a little sign when something?s special. She glanced around in obvious places on the wall, then the not so obvious places, maybe it fell? She resisted the urge to look behind the sofa.
?Yes, you could say it was Christmassy, and I don?t think I would be outing the host if I told you that he?s pagan and probably wouldn?t go quite that far to have a Christmas Corner. Of course, you couldn?t know that, but if you look closely you?ll see that it?s only mistletoe around this area, see??
She did see. Pretty darn good watercolor, now that she looked more closely, and suspected the host painted it himself. Probably one of the gay men enjoying themselves over there, they seemed like the creative types. Oh yeah, that was pretty creative alright, perhaps she?ll just look at Mel again for a while.
?Oh! Mistletoe, oh okay. Wow, I?m really naive, kissing couch, right?? She rolled her eyes at herself in an unconsciously adorable way and couldn?t believe she?s as old as she is without remembering what the hell a kissing couch looked like. Yep, looked like any kind of ?straight? kissing couch she?d ever seen. She didn?t think she?d ever have to purchase powder blush again.
Okay, that?s it, he decided, she?s not getting off this sofa without a kiss now. There?s no future or anything, she?s about as straight as a rail, but she didn?t have a clue about him and he thought he could make her forget long enough for a really tasty kiss. He licked his lips and she seemed to catch it from the corner of her eye because she involuntarily, utterly unconsciously licked her lips too.
?So, Starla, you said something about being curious? Are you more or less curious now??
?Oh, well, you know, I was curious about what you were telling me, and now I know about the sofa, well, I know, so I?m not as curious now. Thank you for letting me know about it, by the way, I wouldn?t want any evil strangers getting ideas about me or something.? She flirted out right. It wasn?t even a step above the first flirting; she leaned forward and put the plate on the floor under the end table and swallowed the last of her drink.
?I thought I might take you up on that run to the bathroom, and wondered if you wanted me to bring you anything to drink back, or something??
She perched on the edge of the sofa for flight, and he guessed the poor woman was near her limit with the fuck buddies over there and everything, and figured his best option was to let her fly and see if she might return for a kiss. That could be a fun evening. He was planning on going to bed after the party and masturbating with her in mind anyway, he just might get lucky.
?I?m good thanks. I?ll relax here for a few, you?re probably going to get distracted along the way or on the way back. It?s all good, thanks for the chat, Starla; I?ve enjoyed meeting you.?
?Oh, I?m coming right back, I really do need to go to the bathroom, and, well, if you don?t mind talking, I mean, you probably have all kinds of friends here and I don?t want to keep you from them, you know, I?m okay too. You?ve made me feel comfortable, so I?m okay now, I don?t want you to feel like I?m sitting here all lonely and uncomfortable or something.? Now she didn?t want to leave him sitting there wondering if she would come back or not, but she really had to go, time was running out before her body would make the choice for her.
?Good. I?ll kiss you when you come back, then. This is the official kissing couch; I can?t let you get away with just sitting here now that you know, even if you are new.?
?Oh, well, I guess that?s fair. A kiss, right? Okay, I could probably do something like that.? She blushed like a school girl that time; she thought she might need to find some facial bleach if things kept up like this. She hopped up and headed for the toilet without looking back, hoping he watched her ass and wondering if she would chicken out before coming back.
There was a line when she got to the narrow hall.
?Come on you perverts, take that to the closet, there?s folks who have to take a piss out here.? One man in a fantastic sequined gown and full head dress knocked on the door again.
She saw Mandy a few people behind him leaning against the wall on her elbows and passing the wait time lip locked with a woman who looked she?d just stepped off a fashion magazine.
She glanced back in the direction of the sofa around the corner of the hall knowing she couldn?t see it from there and decided that if lesbians looked like Mandy and her friend, she had nothing to fear from kissing an attractive man who claims to be a woman. She was never going to look like a model, that?s for certain.
She attempted to watch without actually directly looking at how Mandy and her friend kissed. It was getting pretty heated over there.
Mandy had one hand up the woman?s dress kneading her breast and hiking the hem up to show that she wore nothing else except shoes. The woman seemed abandoned to the embrace with Mandy and made little sighs and gasps as Mandy pressed against her and sexed her up against the wall.
Starla glanced at the other people waiting in line, all of them chatting and shifting from one foot to another and just doing the usual things folks do while waiting in line for the toilet?as if nothing at all out of the ordinary were happening inches away from them.
Mandy had her fly unbuttoned and the woman?s hand down her pants as she humped against her and chewed on her nipples now. Starla wondered if there were another bathroom in the apartment?she really, really had to go soon. And now she thought she might be getting turned on.
The men came out of the bathroom, three of them, and the man in drag zipped in and shut the door. We all shifted forward, except Mandy who shoved off from the wall, snatched her girl along, spun them both around like dancers and thumped her against the opposite wall, waving behind her half-moon ass for folks to take their places, we did.
Alrighty then, Starla thought to herself and believed Mandy would take the show elsewhere any second.
?I?m going to fuck you right here in front of all these people, Tiffany, what do you intend to do about it?? Mandy said in that moment.
?Um gee,? Tiffany panted in Mandy?s face, ?how about I fuck you right back? That work for you??
?Yeah, it does.? Mandy said, and swooped onto Tiffany?s nipple with her teeth in earnest. Tiffany yelled and then relaxed with a husky chuckle, shoving her hand down Mandy?s pants even farther.
Starla looked around again, maybe she just ought to say her apologies to Mel and slip off home, this was turning into an orgy and she really didn?t think she was ready for something like that.
Then Tiffany, in front of God and the universe, pulls out Mandy?s cock, [oh, so that?s what a strap-on looks like], kneels and start sucking it down her throat like it was real. Well, it was real, Mandy probably paid good money for it, but, you know, it wasn?t a real cock. It looked like a real cock, only a little bigger than the several she?s seen, but, yeah, that?s a fake cock. Maybe there?s a way that it?s hooked up to Mandy?s clit or something, because she seems to really be getting off on Tiffany sucking her like that.
Oh my God, she thought, Mel. He?s probably got a fake cock too, or she?s got a fake cock, or ? fuck, now what does she call Mel, he or she? Better to stick with ?he? because he did say it was complicated and that probably means he?s got a permanent fake cock like a prosthetic or something?in which case that would make it a real cock and therefore she?s a he anyway. Holy shit, she just wanted to kiss the man once, was that so difficult?
She looked over at Mandy who held her jeans up on one hip with one hand and had the other tangled in Tiffany?s hair. Tiffany raised her eyes and looked into Mandy?s eyes and gagged twice on the large cock and only paused to swallow, hardly missing a beat. Tears streamed down Tiffany?s face, streaking her mascara, but she sucked and opened her throat and took it deep till her chin snuggled into the rubbery fake balls. Then back off to breath through her runny nose, working that cock like a professional apparently conscious of only Mandy and her cock in the whole universe.
?Oh my God, you slut; you?re going to make me cum down your throat right now aren?t you?? Mandy tipped her head back and groaned loudly. Tiffany didn?t answer. ?Get up here, you.? Mandy pulled Tiffany to standing and shoved her against the wall again one of her legs hoisted up over Mandy?s hip.
The drag queen came out of the bathroom and the next three in line ahead of her all went in at the same time. She hoped they wouldn?t be very long, besides having to pee more than ever, she also needed a breather. She would go out on the fire escape if necessary, she thought of alternative plans in case the bathroom door suddenly disappeared and she were stuck here watching Mandy and Tiffany sharing their intimacies in the hall.
And just as Mandy plows home for the first time with Tiffany huffing and howling and apparently painlessly thumping her head against the wall with Mandy?s enthusiasm, Mel walks around the corner and gets a good eyeful. He just grins and slips past and steps in next to Starla whom he can clearly see has not nearly watched enough pornos in her time.
?I?m just getting here now, I?m sorry for the wait, Mel. See, I didn?t ditch you.? She grinned at him and if she didn?t have to pee so badly she would pull him away from there and see if he still wanted that kiss. She didn?t quite connect that she felt horny from watching Mandy and Tiffany; she just knew she needed to get a little farther away from them and her mind on something else.
?It?s alright, Starla, I wasn?t coming to check on you, I know how these lines are and I thought I better go too while I had the chance.?
?Dammit Mel, you can?t cut in line just because she?ll let you go pee with her, we?ve been waiting too. If it weren?t for Man and Tif, I would have pissed myself by now.? The women behind Starla complained. They all look again.
Mandy?s little butt cheeks flex and jiggle with one of the strap-on straps unhooked and flapping between her legs, her jeans and boxers dropped to her ankles, while she plows Tiffany into the wallpaper.
Starla thought it was cute and sexy at the same time and should have waited one more breath to look at Mel, but he caught the ?curiosity? before she realized it was there herself. Oh yeah, the kiss.
Forget the kissing couch, she thought as the Master and his slaves came out of the bathroom and Mel held the door open for her.
?No, Mel. I mean it. We really have to pee here, don?t you dare go in there with her. Mel. Mel! Goddamn it. What an asshole.? Starla thought he grinned like Mel Gibson in a mischevious way as he turned from closing the door gently in the woman's face.
?Does the door lock, Mel?? she asked in a quivery, excited voice.
?Yeah, but the host has a key.? Mel said as he emptied his pockets on the sink top, keys, some loose change, a wadded up piece of gum wrapper, and winked.
?Yes, I can lock the door. Would you like that?? He stepped closer and Starla stammered.
?I don?t mean to be rude, but I really have to pee and I hoped for about a minute of privacy.?
?Yes, go ahead, I won?t let anyone in. I really have to pee too.? Mel grinned, watching her as he guarded the door with his back. ?Oh, you mean ?privacy? from me too?I gotcha, okay, I?ll close my eyes.?
?Yeah right, somehow I think I know that story. Whatever turns your cranks, I always say, I don?t care if the whole world watches, I got?to?go?ahhhhhhh, now. Ahhhh, thank the gods of bladders, I didn?t think I would make it to the toilet this time. That was close. Remind me to bring a bucket in case of emergency next time, alright?? Starla babbled in her nervousness of peeing in front of an admitted evil stranger, especially since he seemed accustomed to going pee with girls guessing by the lady waiting for them in the hall with the others.
They heard thumping on the wall and guessed Mandy and Tiffany were really getting into it out there, but Mel innocently kept the door closed not even hinting that he might be curious enough to peek out. He just stood there and watched her wipe, pull up her pantyhose, and flush with a self-satisfied smirk.
Starla moved to the sink and turned on the tap. She wasn?t about to just watch Mel pee, although, she suddenly felt curious to see his cock; was he wearing one too? Mel had finished and still adjusted himself as she reached to the hand towel tossed halfway over the ring.
He stepped up closely behind and reached around her to the sink. Oh yes, he was wearing a cock, she could feel it now.
It felt real, and she felt like swooning from the heat of him pressed up against the crack of her ass and she arched her back so her head rested on his shoulder and exposed her neck and he could see down her chest to wash his hands.
She pulled down the hand towel when she heard the tap close and continued to watch him in the mirror as he dried his hands in front of her too.
?Are you just about ready for that kiss, Starla?? He whispered against her neck behind her ear and gently spread his hands on her belly and ribs.
?Oh God.? She sighed and melted into him, all the hairs on her arms and neck standing on end. She reached down and behind her and smoothed her palms along Mel?s hips.
Someone pounded on the door and made her startle, but Mel held her fast for several seconds longer. Then he turned her around, giving her just enough room so she must step wide to keep from scuffing his shoes. She could feel the edge of the sink across her hips and his bulge fitting comfortably up under her pubic bone. There was no escaping anything, not a kiss, not a blink of an eye, nothing.
Starla considered his lips and didn?t want to just dangle her arms with nothing to do since he still had his hands on her ribs and he smoothed her shirt slowly up her back out of the waistband of her skirt, so she placed her hands on his inner elbows along up his biceps. Wow, biceps! What? Is he a rock climber or something? She thought she couldn?t have been more surprised until she looked into his eyes. Something told her she was more than ready to be kissed now; she recognized the kindness and admiration gripping her there somewhere between her heart and her now soaking wet "breath-easy" cotton crotch pantyhose.
She shifted her weight, slid her hands up his arms and gently behind his neck and nuzzled her face in his shirt collar.
?Oh God, you smell so good.? She sighed in Mel?s neck like she?d been his girlfriend for a lifetime. Mel thought he might have had a little orgasm just then.
A louder pound on the door and the woman likely had to pee like crazy now, but he thought Starla wouldn?t mind going to the kissing couch with him now. He kissed her forehead and squeezed her tightly to him before stepping away and stuffed things back in his pockets; then opened the door.
Starla's soft butch roommate and her mostly femme lover were still going strong next to the bathroom door.
Mandy had Tiffany in something like a police search position up against the wall, her cock clearly rigid and flexible enough to pound deeply into Tif's experienced, eager asshole. There seemed to be about half a dozen extra folks standing by actively watching the whole scene. The remarkably well endowed "FemDomme" squeezed past behind Mel and closed the door but Starla couldn?t see a path through without brushing someone nude and undoubtedly sticky along the way. She turned to Mel, who was already taking her hand and forging a path for them.
They wove their way through the throng and Starla noticed this time that while folks straggled back in from the buffet style dinning room and generally lounged around like fully fed people tend to do, none chose the kissing couch. Mel charted a direct course and she was gracefully seated before she could have a second doubt. She suspected he planned it that way, the thrill from the bathroom was already fading now that she was back in ?public? view, and all she wanted to do was sit and fade into the woodwork for a while.
He watched her eye the room and decided to get them something to eat before she went into complete shock rather than just jumping right back into kissing her as he originally planned. She?s seen a lot and deserved to take things easy for a few minutes he reasoned to himself.
?I thought I might grab us a couple plates, are you allergic to something? Anything you particularly dislike??
?Please don?t leave just yet, Mel. I?I don?t know what I want actually, but I just need a couple minutes and I?ll be happy to come along and have dinner with you then.? Starla said a little desperately, suddenly feeling anxious.
?Alright, Starla, we don?t have to go in just yet. Is there anything specific you want to talk about or would you just like to cuddle for a time?? He took her hand and leaned against the back of the sofa again. She still sat perched and looking a little overwhelmed, he thought she might bolt after all. He laid her palm on his upper knee and relaxed and waited. She would either pull out and bolt or settle down and let him seduce her.
She looked at him, and then she looked down at her hand on his thigh and his hand on hers and exhaled. Here she comes, he dared not sit forward just yet. Yes, my pretty, he thought, come to me, that?s it. She shifted her hips a slight amount and slowly sank into the comfort of the sofa breathing so shallowly he thought she held her breath sometimes. Yes, she did hold her breath for several seconds, then, as if she suddenly remembered to breath, she panted soundlessly a few times.
Then she turned her shoulders toward him, watched herself while she slipped her other hand under his on his thigh, so it would only take one swift move and he could have both her wrists in his strong grip. And then she raised her eyes to meet his with a tentative smile.
?I do believe I owe you a kiss still, kind Sir. I?m not certain I will be able to wait for dessert.? She flirted as best she could in a whisper and with the terror swirling behind the sincerity in her grey eyes. She really did want to kiss him. And he thought he understood her fears. Still it?s good to be sure; no telling where the land mines are in some otherwise well adjusted and open minded women about to be kissed by a stone hard butch for the first time in their lives.
He slowly leaned in, allowing her to breath the same air he exhaled. He just floated there, inches away from her face, searching her eyes for the sparks of passion, studying her lips. He leaned closer still, their noses nearly touching, and whispered into her parted mouth.
?What is the thing you most fear about kissing me, girl?? He poised there in her rapid breath and thought if he could be turned on any more by this woman, he would bust something.
She huffed a couple times and blinked a few more not wanting to break the closeness, yet faced with all these fears and feeling too confused to sort which one might be the most. Dozens of fears passed before her eyes, and she kept having to bring her mind back to the kissing Mel part, because there wasn?t any dating or relationship or ugly arguments or any of that yet, and that?s the part scared the shit out of her. And ?alternative? sex, what was that? Did that mean he had breasts? How the hell do you ask a man who is on the verge of kissing you if he has breasts? She didn?t even get past the belly button when her mind blanked the whole physical aspect of Mel?s cock before she even thought that far. She had already gotten to the point that she thought she could suck a strap-on like Tiffany because there?s no surprise cum to attempt to swallow, and she really didn?t like swallowing all that much anyway. She could live a lesbian life motivated by that thought alone, she reasoned.
However, he was talking about a kiss on a kissing couch, not living happily ever after and bearing his kids. He hadn?t even asked for her phone number yet, how did she know that he even wanted more than a kiss (provided everyone likes it and all goes well, and that whole round of thinking again)? She gently took one of her hands away, brushed a few stray hairs out of her eyes and blurted her answer, still gesturing to emphasize her thoughts.
?I?m afraid that will be it. I?m afraid the kiss is all there is and I?d never see you again, even as a friend. Or worse, what if I don?t like it or can?t handle it, then we?ll never date, but I don?t know if you are already in a relationship, and what does that mean about me if I do like the kiss and we date and get into a relationship, am I lesbian then? And who am I, the Queen of Sheba? You never said one word about anything more than a kiss, so, you know how desperate I am now. And I want to kiss you just to know, just to feel for myself, because all my senses and instincts are yearning for me to lay myself open to you. I?m wondering how much gender really matters to me, because, I mean, where?s the line, you know? I?m so turned on by you I?m afraid I already have my answer regarding my sexuality. But if all we do is kiss and there?s nothing after that, maybe *you* hate it or something, then how will I know if I?m attracted to you because you?re you or if I?m attracted to you because I?m really lesbian and you happened to be the one that sparked it for me? You?re just such a nice guy; I don?t want to use you like that, just because I?m curious and now have issues with my sexuality. And you know; I still can?t believe you?re originally female even after going to the bathroom with you. Well, actually, especially because I went to the bathroom with you, because that was just such an opportunistic ?guy? thing to do, now that I think about it really. Oh my God, I?m such a dork, I can?t even believe it. Perhaps, I ought to go, I think Mandy can handle herself.? She pulled from his gentle grasp and stood to find where Mandy tossed her coat and hoped she could find the host to ask for a taxi.
?Come here, Starla. That was perfect, that?s why I asked you, I wanted to know what your fears are so I might have a chance to answer some of them, will you sit with me again and give me that opportunity?? Mel remained seated and spoke calmly with low tones, keeping his hands folded on his thigh where she?d left them.
She hesitated and glanced around the room. Mandy and Tiffany had brought the show to a longer sofa against the opposite wall and the gay men had towels and lube and condom wrappers strewn all over the sofa in the back.
Starla found herself distracted by them, they were slow moving and powerfully muscled, and in spite of the unfolding orgy-like activities in the room, there was a high degree of passion to their public lovemaking. Then she looked at Mel.
He had removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a solid looking chest under a men?s t-shirt. Mel had some curly hairs sticking over the neck band, and Starla sunk back down to the sofa thinking she might like to lay her head on his chest and rest for a bit, and he gathered her to him, scooting into the corner of the sofa giving her more room to tip off her shoes and put her feet up if she wanted.
She curled in facing the inside of the couch between his legs, she felt his groin in the soft part of her side and it took her a couple minutes to relax a little more comfortably on him with each breath.
?There you are, Starla; that?s my good girl. Look at you snuggling in with me here. Isn?t this nice? Yes, that?s good.? Mel crooned softly and stroked her soft hair while she closed her eyes and rested her mind for a time.
Starla lulled in his embrace and listened to his heartbeat under his soothing voice and trailed little patterns through his white undershirt on his stone hard butch body.
?I?ve been taking male hormones for about 6 years now. I started about a year after I had my breasts and ovaries removed. One breast had cancer and I felt it would be better if all of it were taken. I had a partner until nearly three years ago and we grew our separate ways, although I?d like to think we still remained friends. And from the moment I saw you innocently sitting on my mistletoe sofa, I wanted to do far more than only kiss you, Starla Nelson.?
She felt slow witted and confused as if she were drunk, and thought she should be working harder to figure this all out so she can go back to worrying about whether he?ll still want to get to know her after they kiss, but if she could just sleep for three whole minutes, that would cure everything.
He let her sleep for about 15 minutes while he decided whether to take her to her own bed or his. Then another 15 minutes longer because it felt so good to have a soft haired woman sleep on him again. Ahh, never mind, let her sleep as long as she needs; he would need to surgically remove his leg from the sofa, but it was a price he felt glad to pay.
She stirred and woke after another several minutes and carefully raised herself to look at his face.
?How long did I pass out on you?? Starla asked with a concerned look.
?Long enough to make me believe we?re going to have more than just kissing in our future.? He smiled gently back.
She brightly sat up and gathered her shoes onto her feet and giggled.
?Good, that must be dinner you?re talking about as well as the kissing, I?m starved. Let?s go eat, if your legs aren?t crushed, and if they are, what do you want? Are you allergic to anything??
?Oh ho, ho. Come back here little missy; you can?t escape that easily, you had your chance when you went to the bathroom. Mel dragged her back to the sofa and pinned her in the corner. She panted and pulled his weight onto her, bunching his shirt in wads at his shoulder blades. Oh yeah, the woman is a back scratcher, he gloated to himself as he leaned in for the kill.
Her eyes were large obsidian pebbles ringed in a thin grey line and her teeth chattered. He shifted to move back, but she clung to him and sat up with him, so he drew her into his arms and held her against his chest again.
?What is it, my little Starla? What are you afraid of so suddenly?? He smoothed her hair and rubbed her back.
?I don?t want you to be like all the other men and kiss me and break my heart. I want you to be different. I want to be different because you just don?t know me, and we?ll have a good time for a while, then you?ll learn what a bitch I am and that will be that.? She felt like crying suddenly and attempted to relax the knot in her throat, but it was already too late, all her dashed hopes and failed loves flashed before her eyes and leaked onto his soft undershirt.
?Oh darling, I?m not like any man you?ve ever known, promise. You just lay here and rest your pretty head and let me take things one day at a time with you.? He kissed her hair and breathed her into himself and held her close to his heart.