Five tequila shots later, and I was drunk. I knew it. My body and brain no longer worked together. I went from being the narrator of my life to speaking in the 3rd person. It was like watching events play out before me on TV. I had my courage. I had my excuse. I was drunk. I could say and do whatever I wanted and if need be, blame it later on my "state". She sat about two feet from me. I leaned into her a bit as the driver of our cab rounded the sharp corner. I could smell her perfume. She pretended like she didn't notice the way I watched her. But she knew.
Her brown hair and deep eyes were inviting me to toss my fingers through it. I wondered what kind of shampoo she used? It always looked soft. I suddenly realized I wanted to explore her body with more than my eyes. I wanted to learn what she liked. I yearned for her to teach me those things that could drive her crazy, at my hands. God…I needed to control myself.
The Taxi pulled over to the side of the building. We were home.
Making our way up the hall to our separate rooms, she thanked me for a wonderful evening. She leaned in to give me a hug. We always hugged, and nothing more. Courage, I thought. I lifted my head as we withdrew from the warm embrace. Her eyes drove me mild. I could easily get lost them.
My heart screamed for me to take action. My brain, the only rational part of me, begged me not to. She's your friend! Are you nuts? You can't do this! What will she say? Like the romantic sap I am, I followed my heart. Quickly I gathered my nerve and kissed her.
I could taste the tequila on our lips, with just a bitter hint of lime. I wanted to taste more. I wanted her supportive and protective arms to hold me forever. I wanted words of love and kindness, followed by warm breath. The kiss lasted for a brief moment. I felt my pulse race, and tingles in places I won't talk about. She made me crazy. My face beat red from a combination of passion and embarrassment. Thank God I had been drinking. Alcohol would help cover up my blush. Damn her for making me feel this way. I had no control.
"Well Goodnight," I whispered. She only smiled at me. Had I caught
her off guard? Had she expected me to do it? I got out of the hall
and into my room and took a deep breath. I had jumped headfirst into
something she did not know how to handle. I closed the door behind.
I felt as though I was going to pass out. Whether it was from the
alcohol or the kiss I'll never know.
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