New Year's Eve: Part 5 - Sex Stories

New Year's Eve: Part 5

... settled into his crib to keep an eye on him.

When Mika returned, and before sitting down, she asked if I'd like a refill on my wine, and I said, "Sure."

She brought the bottle from the kitchen and topped off our glasses. Then she kicked off her shoes and suggested I get comfy, too. I removed my shoes and set them on the side of the sofa, then curled my legs under me.

We continued bingeing the Star Wars show, sipping wine, and commenting on the characters and storyline.

It was around ten when Mika asked if I was getting cool. I was fine, but she got a blanket from a closet and covered herself on the sofa while we watched.

Before the next episode came on, I had to use the bathroom. When I returned, Mika had moved closer to where I was sitting. She asked if I'd like to share the blanket, and I slipped beside her. She tucked it around us as best she could, smiled, and said if I got too warm, let her know.

We settled back, finishing the wine as we continued our streaming marathon. The closer it got to midnight, the more we yawned and told each other to stop doing that. Now and then, Mika would move a bit and get closer to me until she was resting against my shoulder. I didn't mind the closeness; I was getting warm, but it wasn't a warmth I'd complain about.

We kept our eye on the clock, and Mika changed the channel to the ball drop in New York City around eleven-fifty-five. We watched the ball as it slowly dropped, and just before it did, Mika turned to me ...

... and asked if we were going to kiss.

I was dumbfounded, and I told her I guess we could. It's like a tradition, I thought.

Mika smiled and said it was, then moved so we could kiss at the stroke of midnight. It wasn't a quick, friendly kiss. It was deep and emotional. I didn't want it to stop, and neither did Mika. Our tongues played as we shifted to get more comfortable.

It was ten after midnight when we took a break from kissing. Mika and I looked at each other and said, "Wow."

Mika then dropped the second bomb of the night by inviting me to join her in bed. I hesitated and started asking questions.

My first question wasn't really a question, "I thought you were straight, Mika."

She replied, a little shyly, "I might be. But then again, maybe not. I don't feel straight when I'm with you, Megan. I've never felt this way around another female, and I've lost sleep over it. You're so sweet, especially around Noa. We have so much in common that it's unbelievable. I want to find out what it's like being with another girl, and I want it to be with you. If it doesn't work out, I still want to be friends. But I have a feeling it will work out."

It was hard to argue with her since I was falling in love with her. I wanted to tell her I'd wanted to make love to her since the first time I saw her.

But all I said was, "I'd love to make love to you, Mika."

She smiled, kissed me quickly, and then tossed what little blanket remained on us to the floor. Mika got up, ...