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“I love you, too,” she replies, kissing her.
I move around them to find her. She moves back until her head is against the pillow and spreads her legs for me. I climb on top of her, realizing I have no idea how we all got naked. Somehow, all of our clothing is in a pile on the floor, and I have no recognition of it, but I feel her naked body pressed to mine, and I am grateful.
“How are you?” I ask her.
“So good,” she says wistfully.
I lean down and kiss her softly. I hear moaning behind us but don’t stop kissing her. She takes my hand and brings it down to her center. I move inside her at her request and slowly rock into her.
“I missed you,” she says.
I don’t know if she means since the last time we were together like this, naked and pressed together, with me inside, or if she means because it’s just us right now when before it was the four of us.
“I miss you all the time,” I admit, knowing that it’s the truth.
MONTH 10. PART 1. – It’s More
(POV Member)
“And then, he tells me that he doesn’t believe in bisexuality. He thinks it’s something people make up because they’re gay and don’t want to admit it,” she says.
“Well, that’s awful,” I tell her.
“I know. I couldn’t believe my sister thought he’d be right for me. She’s no longer allowed to set me up,” she states firmly.
I laugh and say, “So, my mom thinks you’re gay. She actually told me she met a woman at church with a gay daughter that would be good for me.”
“Interesting, because I’ve never met your mother,” she says, laughing.
“What is it with parents?” I ask.
“Are yours talking to you about kids yet?”
“Yes,” I say, sipping my coffee.
“Mine have been on me about it for years,” she says. “My dad actually told me that if I just married a man, it would be easier. We could make it happen naturally. He’s not sure bisexuality exists, either, I don’t think.”
I laugh and say, “Well, I’m sure it exists.”
“And it doesn’t bother you that I date men, too?” she asks, taking a drink of her own coffee.
I almost ask if it would bother her that I go to sex parties once a month and don’t intend to stop anytime soon, but I don’t.
“No,” I reply as we arrive at my car.
“Well, this was fun,” she says.
“It was,” I agree.
“So, I passed the pre-first-date coffee trial?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say and laugh. “Sorry, my mom’s set me up before, and it never works, so I’m a little more cautious now.”
“No problem. I get it. Does this mean you’d like to go on a real first date with me, though? I’d like to buy you more than just a cup of coffee; maybe a nice dinner with some wine.”
I nod.
“I’ll call you,” she offers. “Maybe we can do something this weekend,” she adds.
