We met at a coffee shop - Sex Stories

We met at a coffee shop

... gestured to her chair while I sat down and said, "I'm so glad."

"So... what's your name?" She asked, with a crooked smile.

We belly laughed together at the undeniable electric tension of the moment, and finally I said, "Right. I guess we skipped that part yesterday. I'm Jess."

"I'm Hadley." She said with a barely perceptible flutter of her eyelashes.

"Let's order something and then we can get to the good stuff." I suggested.

As she stood I placed my hand on the small of her back to guide her to walk just ahead of me on the way to the register.

Sensing no resistance to my touch I gave myself a mental high five.

For the first thirty minutes we just chatted, swapping stories with hilarious and self-deprecating twists and turns. I love a good story teller.

After a particularly funny quip of hers, she cracked herself up so hard that she forgot she was nervous. She laughed into both of her hands until she had tears coming out of her eyes. She wiped her tears, let out a deep sigh, and let her hands fall to the table, where she grasped my forearm and squeezed.

Her eyes got wide as she realized that she was still touching my arm with both hands and time froze. I held her eye contact while I covered her hands with my free hand, pressing them gently into my arm.

"That's nice." I stated, while waiting to see if she would pull her hands back.

"That is nice." She agreed. Holding it as long as she could before she quickly withdrew both hands to her lap, ...

... and said, "I don't know what's happening!"

"Let's talk about it." I suggested. "What is happening?"

"I'm straight!" She stated with wide eyes and arms reached straight out to her side as if to reemphasize just exactly how straight she is.

"Yeah! Totally. This feels platonic to me too." I said with a smile. "I didn't feel tingly all over my body when you put your hands on me. I didn't want to kiss you the moment I saw that it was you who was coming into the bathroom yesterday. And I'm sure you didn't feel those things either. Because you're straight! Totally..." I waited and hoped that this playfulness would be well received.

A smile broke out on her face and she buried her face in her arms on the table. "Yeah me neither. I didn't feel any of those things either... because I'm straight."

She lifted her head and rested her chin on top of her clasped hands. She slowly raised her eyes to meet mine and said, "What does this mean?"

"Well that's up to us to decide, I think. Yeah? But I think it means that we are both interested in exploring what it might feel like to kiss, and touch a little more. What do you think?" I offered as gently as I could manage.

She sighed and said, "Yeah. But what does THAT mean, that I want to do those things? I don't think I'm gay."

"Well there's a whole deeply complex range of sexualities between gay and straight, so all that this means is that you might be.1% less straight than you thought you were. What percentage of men do you ...