I was sure he was straight
I think no one walks past an ‘off limits’ sign without wondering what’s behind the door. There’s something about the forbidden that gets the imagination going. And mine was racing that night at our house party, as we mingled over drinks and I met his eyes.
I don’t even know whose friend he was, and the anonymity of that night made everything even more intense and thrilling. I was sure he was straight, but at the same time I really wanted to be wrong. In fact, I didn’t care – I just wanted him.
Had he thought about this before?
The night went on, groups breaking up and reforming, and every time I saw him I’d push my luck a little further. Innocent questions turned to innuendo. Personal space shrank until we were playfully touching. I was reading curiosity and it made me want more.
I tried to imagine the feelings mixing behind his eyes. Fear? Excitement? Disbelief? Lust? Had he thought about this before? Is this how I felt all those years ago when I was coming out? Is that why I wanted to seduce him?
I let my hand rest on his butt
The room was loud but we were in our own bubble. Fixing him with my gaze, I leant closer as though to let him hear me better, and let my hand rest on his butt. I held my breath. To my relief I saw a mischievous smile. Without another word we moved to the door.
We slipped away upstairs, away from prying eyes, and started making out as soon as we were alone. There was a heat, a building urgency that bubbled to the surface. Half stumbling down the dark hallway, I couldn’t even think where my bedroom was.
He never knew…
What we both thought off limits was mine for the taking. I felt him throbbing hard under his jeans as we crashed through the door. Behind it lay a night of teasing, tempting and corrupting this beautiful man in all the ways he never knew he loved.
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