angela146
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I saw the fireworks on New Year's Eve.
Sunday the 30th, she sent an email asking if we wanted to join her for dinner New Year's eve at a bar and grill near her house. Then we could go watch the fireworks.
She's gay. I've known that for years, but I've never gotten up the nerve to tell her that I know or to tell her that I'm bi. You wouldn't know it unless you really knew her. You would have to put together some obscure pieces of a puzzle, deliberately disguised - but evident.
Bill knows. He knew before I did. He also knows how much I wanted to tell her - how much I want us to be the friends who know and accept her.
He knows how much I just plain like her - as a friend and, well... *damn*.
We ate dinner, talked about everything - books, sports, friends, family, Chinese food.
When it was close to midnight, we went outside and down the street. She knew the perfect place to watch the fireworks. It was fucking cold, but it was wonderful.
We huddled close to keep warm - all three of us. She pretended to lust after Bill, but somehow managed to sandwich me between him and herself.
At Midnight - the countdown - Happy New Year! The fireworks started. They were beautiful. We talked, surrounded by a thousand people and alone with each other. We admired the colors.
She gives good back-rubs.
When it was over, she turned to Bill, threw her arms around him and said, "Happy New Year!". They embraced tightly, enjoying the feeling of each others' bodies. She knew I wouldn't be jealous of her getting handsy with my husband. I never am.
Then she turned to me and did the same.
... and I kissed her. I just couldn't stand it anymore. I kissed her - on the mouth. Our tongues explored, licked, tasted. I could smell her. I could feel her.
Our arms and hands and bodies adjusted slightly, turning a friendly hug into a lovers' embrace. Her fingers caressed and tickled in just the right places to make me tingle and press my body into her even more. She knew exactly what she was doing. I fumbled a little, a bit out of practice.
We stopped kissing, but kept our hug. She looked at me, raised an eyebrow, met my forehead with hers, rubbed noses with me. Those eyes - they set a lock inside me, reserved a place in my heart, made plans for all of the erotic parts of me. Her eyes told me, silently, how thoroughly I would be fucked by her. But there were no words - not for me.
She turned back to Bill, hugged him, buried her face into his ear, away from me. They whispered. They laughed. They looked into each others' eyes - but there was no kiss.
Words for him, kisses for me.
She said, "good night". She went to her car and Bill took me to ours.
"What did she say?" I asked.
Silence.
He took me home, took me to bed, violently fucked me - three times... but wouldn't tell me what they said to each other.
We're doing dinner with her again this evening - New Year's Day - at her house.
I saw the fireworks on New Year's Eve. She knew just where to find them.
Sunday the 30th, she sent an email asking if we wanted to join her for dinner New Year's eve at a bar and grill near her house. Then we could go watch the fireworks.
She's gay. I've known that for years, but I've never gotten up the nerve to tell her that I know or to tell her that I'm bi. You wouldn't know it unless you really knew her. You would have to put together some obscure pieces of a puzzle, deliberately disguised - but evident.
Bill knows. He knew before I did. He also knows how much I wanted to tell her - how much I want us to be the friends who know and accept her.
He knows how much I just plain like her - as a friend and, well... *damn*.
We ate dinner, talked about everything - books, sports, friends, family, Chinese food.
When it was close to midnight, we went outside and down the street. She knew the perfect place to watch the fireworks. It was fucking cold, but it was wonderful.
We huddled close to keep warm - all three of us. She pretended to lust after Bill, but somehow managed to sandwich me between him and herself.
At Midnight - the countdown - Happy New Year! The fireworks started. They were beautiful. We talked, surrounded by a thousand people and alone with each other. We admired the colors.
She gives good back-rubs.
When it was over, she turned to Bill, threw her arms around him and said, "Happy New Year!". They embraced tightly, enjoying the feeling of each others' bodies. She knew I wouldn't be jealous of her getting handsy with my husband. I never am.
Then she turned to me and did the same.
... and I kissed her. I just couldn't stand it anymore. I kissed her - on the mouth. Our tongues explored, licked, tasted. I could smell her. I could feel her.
Our arms and hands and bodies adjusted slightly, turning a friendly hug into a lovers' embrace. Her fingers caressed and tickled in just the right places to make me tingle and press my body into her even more. She knew exactly what she was doing. I fumbled a little, a bit out of practice.
We stopped kissing, but kept our hug. She looked at me, raised an eyebrow, met my forehead with hers, rubbed noses with me. Those eyes - they set a lock inside me, reserved a place in my heart, made plans for all of the erotic parts of me. Her eyes told me, silently, how thoroughly I would be fucked by her. But there were no words - not for me.
She turned back to Bill, hugged him, buried her face into his ear, away from me. They whispered. They laughed. They looked into each others' eyes - but there was no kiss.
Words for him, kisses for me.
She said, "good night". She went to her car and Bill took me to ours.
"What did she say?" I asked.
Silence.
He took me home, took me to bed, violently fucked me - three times... but wouldn't tell me what they said to each other.
We're doing dinner with her again this evening - New Year's Day - at her house.
I saw the fireworks on New Year's Eve. She knew just where to find them.
