The Third Date 01: Clueless of Cotham - Sex Stories

The Third Date 01: Clueless of Cotham

... people actually exist. God, some of the twats she's been out with..." she shook her head. "And she is the queen of ignoring the obvious. Seriously, except when it comes to music, something needs to be right in front of her fucking face for her to recognise it."

I wasn't 100% sure where this was going, though I had my suspicions. I figured it was best just to nod and let her talk.

"Anyway, Jenny and I are increasingly convinced that Priya is actually gay, but in denial about it. In fact, I don't think it's even that: I don't think she's in denial so much as she's never even considered it as a possibility. Nadine isn't so convinced, though I think the way Priya is talking about you is swaying her."

"She's been talking about me?" I couldn't help myself.

"Yeah. A lot. She was practically acting out your text message conversation earlier. It was a bit hard to listen to, actually."

There was a wistful note in her voice. A sudden possibility came to mind.

"Listen," I said, "Leila's a lesbian, right?"

"Er, yeah. Though they consider themself non-binary, so I think they'd say pan-sexual? But they are definitely into girls."

"Right, ok, so my gaydar isn't completely bust then," I muttered. "Look, Melissa, I really appreciate you talking to me, but are you sure you aren't warning me off? Are you sure you aren't a bit more... um... invested... in this than... just a friend?" She looked at me, puzzled. "My gaydar is pinging a little..."

I watched as ...

... comprehension dawned on her face.

"Oh no, no," she smiled, "No, definitely not. I mean even if I was, Priya wouldn't be my type, I'd be more likely to go for..." she trailed off and her eyes seemed to turn inwards. "Oh fuck!" she said quietly. "Oh fuckity fuck!" The colour drained for her face and a haunted look came into grey eyes.

"Are you ok?" I put my hand on her arm, as she seemed to sway.

"Yeah, I just... Ha! Fuck! Here I am criticising Priya for not seeing what is right in front of her fucking face and there's me..." she trailed off again, and laughed, though there was no humour in it, "well, fuck, it's definitely not Priya."

Suddenly, it hit me what, or rather, who, she was talking about. Oh. Fuck indeed. I didn't know them well, but I could immediately see how hard that was going to be.

"Oh Melissa! Do you... do you need a hug?" I winced. I really didn't know her that well, and some girls felt odd hugging out and proud lesbians.

"Yes please..." she croaked.

I wrapped her up. She shuddered and sniffled a little in my arms. My heart went out to her.

"I'm sorry," she said, wiping her eyes, "that wasn't how I expected this conversation to go. And I do really want to talk about Priya and, well, you."

"Are you sure? Because, we don't even know if there's anything there, while there's clearly something here..."

"Thanks... but no, I need to think about this. I need to work out what the fuck I'm feeling here."

"Listen," I said, "take my number. And then ...