It was a small town…….

“Yes but she warned me about you and your kind.”

“My kind?”

“Yes…you are not really gay Carmen. I know it you know it. This whole thing is for you to get more comfortable with your role.”

“You really think so. So when we kissed and I felt your hands all over me, and you felt my hands all over you that was bullshit right?”

“No…”

“No?”

“Fuck Carmen I said no…what the hell do you want from me!”

“I want you to stop hiding from me already.”

“I am not hiding. I am just trying to understand.”

“Stop it, stop thinking…I know you feel it….I know you want to feel it……”

She had been moving closer to me as the argument progressed. She stood in front me. I had already sat up and kicked my legs over the side of the bed. I was sitting there with my head in hands. I felt really miserable and tied in knots. She was inches away, so close. I wondered could she teach me to breathe so I wouldn’t feel like I was about to drown or worse burst.

“Well….if you want this….well then come on…” I said to her. Really charming McCutcheon. Really charming. What would dad think of you wasting that charm? This is what my inner self asked.

She untied the sash and the silk just slid off her. This wonderful tanned, toned body revealed itself. I felt her breath hitch when I moved to touch her smooth stomach. She nervously tucked a thick strand of hair behind her ear. Our eyes locked in a battle to not break away. I felt the smooth hard muscle of her stomach. She moved closer. When she moved closer everything in the room felt ten degrees hotter. She stood in her satin matching white bra and panties. I sat in my wardrobe from the movie. It hit me that I never changed. She reached down and held my face in her hands again. Every time she did this I felt like a kid. There was something so devastatingly sweet about it, nothing sweet about the way she kissed me or the way she held my hand and guided my fingers into the wet depths of her. Slowly over her panties at first, just feeling that hot feel, gently touching her, making those low sweet sounds using my other hand to pull her panties down. Closer she moved that sweet scent of her flooding me. Then the magic as she touched my hand and we moved as one, the softness of her, the slickness, that burning desire she was feeling and I was feeling….