Dancing with Shannon

Finally, she rolled to her side and took me in her arms. We hugged each other tightly. I saw tears on her lovely face. I kissed her tears. I kissed her beautiful eye lids. I kissed her forehead.

I thought she might push me away…but she didn’t. She kept turning her face so that I would kiss different parts of it. I stayed away from her luscious lips because I didn’t want her to push me away.

Then she laid on her back and said, “I love being like this with you. But I don’t want to be a lesbian. I love my boyfriend. What just happened was an accident. I just lost it. I can’t believe how wet I am.”

I asked, “why do we have to put a label on what we are feeling? Why can’t we just be nice to each other? What’s wrong with losing it sometimes?”

“Because girls that do what we just did, are called lesbians. That’s just the way it is.” As she said that, tears started falling from her eyes again.

I wanted to cry too. I felt like I was about to explode with unreleased sexual tension. I felt totally frustrated because I could not stop myself from wanting her…and I knew she was crying because she was trying desperately not to want me.