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bye curious 3:1


By Yamileth Jarrillo

I felt the stares burn through my clothes. Left me bare in that auditorium. My ears rung as I heard the whispers of the crowd from a far. To avoid any more anxiety I just bowed my head and stared at my beautiful new pumps as I waited for my turn to take the podium. Then I heard the clicking of heels striding towards me. I looked up to see her. She smiled and said, “I know it’s intimidating the first time, don’t worry… it gets easier.” She introduced herself and I did the same. Before I knew it was my turn to speak and present my presentation before the professor.

"I didn’t know if I should feel the way that I did. My body reacted to her breath against my neck in ways that I only knew before to that of a man’s growth pressed against me. I felt my heart beat increase; counted my breaths as to not seem eager. Then again I knew that she felt what I felt. I knew what she wanted. "

They met eyes as she presented. As one spoke of civil justice and the misrepresentation of people of color in media, the other just smiled in the distance. Nodding with interest although she really wasn’t listening.

We spent the majority of the time studying and discussing ideas for the better part of our interactions. Casual on campus conversation in between classes became habit. Then one day, I invited her out to happy hour with me. She knew of a place near campus. I was new to this city so I figured I might as well attempt to make friends.

Many drinks later, the two broke the air of professionalism in their conversation.

They went on to talk about their personal lives and aspirations. As they walked through the aisle headed towards the front of the small narrow lounge they heard thunder. They opened the door to see that lightning struck in the distance as the rain poured heavily outside of the door.

“I live right up the street if you want to wait out the storm,” I told her. It was raining way too hard and we had way too many drinks for her to drive in that storm. We ran across the parking lot to my car and I drove 4 minutes up the road to my apartment. She reached out towards my face and I flinched by reflex, but she just moved a loose strand of hair off of my wet face and tucked it in my bun. For an instance we exchanged a glance. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I quickly diverted to pressing level 4 on the elevator and she turned around to face the door with me as it closed.

They remained silent in the elevator. Angst built in the air as they entered her apartment.

“If you’re tired you can lay down in my bed or I can get you a blanket for the couch,” I told her. I could hear her yawning from the other room. I took off my bra and turned around to pick up my shirt. Then she walked in. She bashfully said, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…” “You’re fine,” I interrupted, “They’re just breasts.” I never really dealt with timid people, most of my friends don’t care about nudity, but I understood that she was still learning my demeanor.

As one tried to stop thinking so much and take a quick nap to sober up… the other climbed in the queen sized down comforter and turned off the lamp on the night stand. Then she turned towards her and moved closer.

I didn’t know if I should feel the way that I did. My body reacted to her breath against my neck in ways that I only knew before to that of a man’s growth pressed against me. I felt my heart beat increase; counted my breaths as to not seem eager. Then again I knew that she felt what I felt. I knew what she wanted.

The two laid in silence… waiting… anticipating the other’s movements. Neither acting upon their intentions. The just held each other. Unaware and unattached. Existing in the moment. “Why am I doing this?” she asked herself. Unaware of the tone she set by initiating contact. That no longer felt innocent. That, whatever THAT was, felt like much more.

I chuckled inside when I felt her heartbeat race against my chest. Only because I knew that’s what would come next. Only a matter of time before the unknown becomes present. Her intentions were as clear as mine as she moved closer to me. She fit perfectly within the nooks of my body. I rested my lips against the back of her neck....

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