The First Time We Meet With A Man

We're out for a drink when the topic comes up again, me, you and another man. Something thrilling spikes up and lingered in the back of the head. Both of us already have had a couple of drinks, the tinge in my cheeks serves as evidence.

"So... seriously?," I giggle and take another sip.

"Yeah," you nod. "Anyone here you like?"

I take a cautious look around and shake my head. I let my eyes sweep through the room again, there are many men here but no one spikes my interest in the slightest, even if a handful of good looking guys are around. "No, I don't find anyone attractive."

You take a sip and chuckle, "Come on, really? That guy over there should be your type."

I follow your nod in the direction and, yes, that guy looks nice. Nice hair, nice face, some beard. Yet nothing attracts me.

"Nope," I shake my head again.

"Alright then," you shrug and keep sipping your drink.

"You don't believe me? I'm not that easily attracted."

"Yeah I know," you chuckle and gently boop my nose. "That's one of the things I love about you."

"Oh yeah?" I challenge.

You nod and lean in for a kiss. You don't pull away after, instead you whisper, "Yeah, you're not easy... it's a challenge, it's a privilege and I'm very proud to be the one who got you."

I roll my eyes and giggle, but press another kiss to your lips. I return my attention to the fries in front of me when you keep talking.

Your tone dips, that low hum when you're getting frisky, "So what if we don't focus on that then... but vibes."

"Vibes?" My brows knit together and I frown.

You nod and shrug again, "Vibes eh. I trust your instincts, if you vibe with someone I know it's good. So let's not go for what you find attractive but just... find a vibe then."

I eye you, cautiously but you definitely grabbed my curiosity. Damn my curiosity. "Vibes... okay... but I'd have to get to know the person to feel that."

You take a long breath. "Yes, I figured you'd say that," you erupt in laughter.

I chime in and take another sip. I munch on a few fries and my mind wanders off to anyone I could have a vibe with, my eyes slowly wander through the place again. "Well... you remember when I was at that party last week and talked to this guy, friends with my friend?"

I can see your eyes squinting and your lips pursing as you try to follow my thoughts. "Yes..."

I shrug and avoid your eyes. "Well, he had a cool vibe."

You lick your lips. "Okay..."

I take another big sip and drum my fingers on the table. "Just saying, not that I would... never mind."

Confidently you reach out for my hand, "Come on babe, you've always told me when you found someone interesting. And I'm asking you right now. What are you thinking?"

I dug my head and play with your fingers as nervousness swamps over me. "We had a fun time, some things in common. He's a really kind guy. And he doesn't look bad..." I see your look and roll my eyes. "Okay fine, he looks good. And he's very openminded, curious, lowkey. He told me about his breakup recently and just wants to enjoy life at the moment, that's why he went to the party anyways even though he only knew my friend."

The thoughts roll around in your head and you slowly nod. "So, you like him?"

I open my mouth and take a breath, then close it again. "Kinda? I don't know, we met once, I don't know him or anything. But you asked about vibes... there was a good vibe."

We keep talking about it for a bit, you ask me more questions about how I'm feeling and I think you slowly warm up to an idea. Minutes pass and you give me a determined nod. "Alright, I'm willing to try this. Do you want to text him? Ask if he's free?"

"What now??" My eyes widen shocked and I almost cough from my own staggered gasp.

"Why not? We wanted to try something new anyways, and you're tipsy enough to have some fun..." You lean in closer and your finger gently skims my jaw as you tip my head to you.

My eyes slowly drag lower to your lips as you speak with that seductive voice you very well know works on me. "Would you like and be a good girl, try something brave with me?"

My eyes close and you kiss my cheek. I suck in my lower lip and slowly nod.

"Good girl..."

Your lips brush over mine and I hungrily lean in, letting my tongue flow into your mouth. The dopamine and adrenaline rush through my veins, your hand finds my neck and I melt against your lips.

You pull away and I fish my phone out of my pocket, scrolling through the list of people of that party group chat. I click on his profile picture and send him a message. A few minutes later he replies. Heat rises in my cheeks again and I use your calm and guidance to keep the conversation with him flowing. To my absolute surprise, he says he found me interesting as well. And he wouldn't mind coming over to my place in a bit. With a drumming heart in my chest, we leave and head over to my place.

Your lips are on mine, your arms wrapped around my body and I'm firmly planted on your lap. My mind clears as you mumble sweet nothings between kisses and let your hands roam over my back. The alcohol still clouds my mind and I ease into you.

The doorbell rings and I freeze.

"It's alright, I'll go," you offer and gently lift me off your lap. You buzz the door and I anxiously wait on the couch, all of the thought you just kissed away come flowing back. I nervously pad over to you and you wrap your arm around me. With a soothing whisper you reassure me, "Hey, nothing has to happen. We can chill and talk, just hang out, and if it doesn't feel good we can always send him back home. I'm here, I'll take care of you. If you want to stop, we stop. Promise. You okay?"

I gulp and nod and press a kiss to your shoulder where my head is. And then he's already in front of us at the door.

"Hey man, nice to meet you," you greet him and I awkwardly nod and say hi as well. He comes in, takes his shoes off and you grab my hand to get back in the living room. Will the couch even be big enough to comfortably sit??

I try to remember how to breathe as you start making small talk and I watch as you quickly go into the kitchen.

"Your place is nice," his voice interrupts my thoughts and I turn to him. Both of us take place on the couch.

"Oh thanks, yea... you weren't up to anything tonight?" My brain scrambles for anything to open a conversation.

"Nah nothing much," he shrugs and leans back against the cushions. His entire posture screams relaxation and I wish I could borrow some of that as I nervously wiggle my toes. There's space between us but the air hums with tension.

You walk back in with a bottle of wine and a sigh of relief slips through my lips. We spend the next twenty minutes just drinking and catching up, you ask about the party and pretend I haven't told you half the things already. I sit between the two of you on the couch, my knees bend and feet tucked away in your lap to the side as I turn from side to side in the conversation. Nothing heavy, it is really chill and I slowly let go of the anxiety. We start laughing again about some joke and suddenly his hand lands on my thigh.

My breathing staggers and I know you noticed. I don't move it away, I don't grab it either. We just continue as if nothing happened. I texted him before what the idea behind this was, anything else would have been super awkward and I didn't want to ambush him. Together with you I crafted the messages about how we'd like to hang out with him if he's free, just chill, that I felt a vibe with him but hinted that we'd like to see where things go if he's up for it. I was also clear about this being a heterosexual thing, not meaning any confusion in case he might interpret anything. And I also mentioned that I've never asked anyone this and I apologized for any absolute social awkwardness... he was kind and reassured me. And kept saying how he'd be down.

The conversation flows and he's not pushing or pulling, his hand just rests on my leg like a warm, silent question. I internally speak my thanks, he took my "I've never done this" by heart and clearly already picked up on my shyness the last time we met. And yet I somehow ended up in this situation.

Your hand slowly moves towards my other leg and my heart rate increases. You don't just linger, you gently caress with your thumb up and down my calf. I smile, layered with nervousness, and you just hand me my wineglass again. I take a big sip.

I lean back into the cushions and tell myself to relax, none of this feels uncomfortable in any way. A tiny playful smile moves my lips and I listen as he talks about the dessert of that restaurant we've been to, that he checked out only recently as well. I unconsciously lick my lips and watch his eyes dart down to my mouth. I blink.

We keep talking about the food there and he shifts closer, leaning in a little and gently resting his arms behind me on the back of the couch. Not really touching me but his hand is right by my neck. I gulp again and you wordlessly pass me the wineglass once more.

My nostrils flare and I shoot you a look, but I take the glass and take sip after sip until I feel that warmth and tingling spread through my body. You smile at me, that cocky grin, and your hand wraps around my ankle, squeezing. I don't know if that's meant encouraging or proving your point. Either way, your hand around me makes my stomach flip a little.

I curl my toes against the couch and you grin again, then you take my glass and place it on the table. As you lean back into, your body is closer to mine than before. Slightly leaned forward just like he did. The weight of his arm behind me grows more noticeable as we keep talking and the wine increases my giggles by 50%. I barely notice when my head rests against his arm.

Minutes pass and my eyes find his and I shyly smile, suddenly very aware of the way I lean on him, and he smiles back. Your hand squeezes my ankle again and this time I know you mean it as encouragement. I glance at him and he's looking at me with such calmness and openness that the tension in my shoulders melts away and only leaves me playing around with my fingers.

Normally, you might have grabbed my hand to stop me. But you don't. Instead, a minute passes and his hand slowly moves from my thigh to my hands. "You do this often?"

I can feel the hum beneath my skin, the warmth in my belly, the wiggle in my toes against your leg and I chuckle. "Yeah, it's a tick."

He smiles warmly back at me as he takes my fingers into his hand. "It's sweet."

I huff out a breath and smile, pink increases in my cheeks and I thank him. His fingers barely graze my hair, not enough to call it a touch. Just enough to make me feel the invitation. I don't break the eye contact, I don't pull away, and slowly his fingers thread into my hair at the back of my head, his thumb moving in circles.

I blink a bit longer than usual.

"You're very sweet..." He follows up his compliment and slightly leans in against the couch, bringing our heads closer together.

A nervous chuckle erupts from me and I wiggle my foot against you. You catch it and I softly gasp. My eyes fly back to his face and I thank him again, ever so slightly biting my lip.

"Oh... that's sweet too..." His eyes linger on my lips and his hand tilts my face a bit more to him. I can hear my heartbeat so loud I'm afraid you both can do too but I don't move away. I let it happen.

And when his face is only an inch away I can feel his breath against my lips and smell the wine in his breath as he whispers, "Do they taste sweet too?"