We met at a coffee shop - Sex Stories

We met at a coffee shop

... find yourself feeling sexually attracted to?" I asked.

She let out a guffaw and said, "I mean... 5%? Maybe10% on the high end?"

"Right. Not being attracted to 90% of men doesn't mean that you're not attracted to men. It just means you're not attracted to ALL men. It's the same for all genders. The percentages just change a little bit depending on your preferences. Being attracted to me just means that maybe you're attracted to.1% of women." I offered this as my best explanation of how I understand the complex thing we call sexuality.

She took a moment, thought to herself while gently nodding her head, and then she said matter-of-factly, "Okay. So maybe I'm just a little bit gay?"

"Exactly." I said with a laugh. "You're in full control of if you want to lean in or out for this breath and then the next." I lean towards her offering my hands palms up on the table.

She tentatively took my hands and held my gaze.

"Can I take your glasses?" A staff member said to us, reaching over our clasped hands for our dishes.

Without breaking eye contact with me or releasing my hands she said, "Sure. We're done."

When they walked away having taken an obnoxious amount of time to clear two glasses and a few discarded sugar packets, she said to me, "I think I just need to know what it feels like to kiss you, but I'm too embarrassed to do that here. I live in the apartments just across the street, would you want to go there instead?"

"Am I willing to drive across the ...

... street for the opportunity to kiss the most beautiful woman who has ever agreed to go on a date with me?" I hopped up in response, shoving my phone and keys into my pocket while offering her my elbow so she could lead us back to her place.

"You're ridiculous!" She laughingly said, "I thought we would decide it was a date at the end!". But up she hopped up with almost as much urgency as me.

"I'm comfortable with that, let's go!" And off we went.

She started walking towards her car and then stopped and said, "Just ride with me, I'll bring you back to your car."

"You're the boss." I said with a wink and a smirk.

When we arrived at her apartment she awkwardly offered me a tour.

"Sure!" I said. "But you just let me know when you're ready to get back to your experiment." I pulled out some chapstick and applied it to my lips while making exaggerated eye contact, and then offering a little air kiss to make sure the message I was sending was clear.

She squealed and said, "Okay! I will!" Then she grabbed me by the hand and said, "Welp! This is my apartment. This is my kitchen, my living room, okay kiss me!" She blurted abruptly, surprising even herself.

She clasped her hands over her mouth like she couldn't believe that she said that. I closed the distance between us and gently peeled off one hand at a time and placed them around my waist, resting her hands on my lower back. I then placed my hand on her mid back, and the other on her left cheek.

I kissed her ...