The Space Between Us. Megan Hart

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      I didn’t realize Melissa liked me romantically until we were taking a hike along one of the trails toward what was supposed to be a “pretty bitchin’ waterfall,” according to Scott, one of the guys who’d organized the trip. When she took my hand, linking her fingers casually through mine, I must’ve looked startled.

      “Is this okay?” Her palm was warm on mine, her fingers strong.

      “Sure.” And it was, actually. Before that moment I couldn’t have told you if, my crush on Marilyn Monroe aside, I liked girls. Not definitively, anyway.

      I’d put the Murphy boys years into my past, Vic even further back than that. I’d had a few boyfriends in between, nobody serious. Nobody who’d made me feel as thrilled as Melissa did when she took my hand.

      We slept together in the same bed that entire weekend, and though I lay awake listening to the sound of her breathing as she fell asleep, and waiting for her to touch me, Melissa never did. She didn’t move fast like that, she said seriously on our last morning there, when we’d both rolled over to stare into each other’s eyes.

      “I’m not in this for giggles,” she said. “I want you to be sure this is what you want.”

      By that point, I wanted it. I wanted her. It had grown from a kind of giggly curiosity into full-blown desire, hot and aching in my blood. But I didn’t know how to make the first move on a girl. I wasn’t afraid she’d turn me down, but it was like I was a virgin all over again. I had no idea where to put my hands, which way to tilt my head to go in for a kiss.

      We saw each other for two more weeks before she kissed me. It seemed longer than forever. And then when she did, her mouth was so soft, so different from a guy’s, that I could only sit there with my eyes closed and let her do it.

      “You can kiss me back.” She was amused.

      So I did.

      I closed my eyes again and opened my mouth, and kissed Melissa with everything I had. I lost myself in the taste of her. Strawberry lip gloss. In the perfume of her shampoo and the weight of her hair against the backs of my hands when I buried them in it. And most of all, her softness.

      Her belly, smooth and curving, firm but not muscled. Her arms, the skin like satin. The column of her throat without the lump of an Adam’s apple to distract me. Her smooth cheeks, no beard stubble. Everything about her was smooth and soft and sweet, and I soaked it all in as we made out for hours. She took her time with me, and I didn’t quite know how to handle it.

      “Relax,” Melissa breathed against my mouth. “We have all night.”

      We used all of it, too. I’d been happy to demand multiple orgasms from the guys I’d slept with in the past, but since they only ever got that singleton climax, when they were done, so was the fucking. It wasn’t like that with Melissa. With her mouth and her hands she built me up until I was close to the edge of coming, then eased me off.

      Melissa was the first person to make me come just with her tongue. I went up, up and over into bliss. Then again, until I broke with it. I wasn’t in the habit of crying during sex, but I wept a little at how good it felt.

      That amused her, too. So did my clumsy attempt at going down on her—I was willing enough, and I had a good idea of what would work on women, since I could imagine what worked on me. But I was too hard, too fast.

      “Too focused,” she told me, holding my face in her hands as I looked up at her from between her legs. “Think butterfly, not bee.”

      Eventually, I figured out how to make her clit pulse under my tongue, her pussy to clench my fingers. I learned to make her come, then come again with barely a pause, come so hard the bed shook and she cried out.

      “And that,” I said to Meredith, “was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

      Chapter 10

      I’d embellished the story—not lying, but deliberately putting in details I might otherwise have left out because, I’ll admit it, I wanted to see what she’d do. I’d felt a little pressured by Meredith in her quest for stories. And I’d felt a little put out by her bragging that she’d kissed a girl.

      But mostly, I wanted her to know that I was a woman who knew how to make another woman come. I went all the way.

      “What happened?” she asked.

      I laughed, rueful but not without humor. “Oh. Well. Four months into it, she dumped me.”

      “For another woman?”

      “Oh, hell yeah. Melissa didn’t go for guys. Not ever.”

      Meredith looked sympathetic. “Why’d she dump you? What a bitch.”

      I’d thought as much at the time.

      Melissa had been blunt, I could give her that. “Seriously, Tesla, do you think you can imagine spending the rest of your life with me? Having kids, all that? Because when I’m in it, I want it to be for the long haul. With someone like me.”

      Since she said this just after I’d finished giving her three orgasms in a row, using tricks she’d taught me, I’d been appropriately affronted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

      “You know what it means,” was all Melissa had said, and that was that. The end of it. She took up with someone more like her, whatever that meant.

      “The last I heard they were still together. Two kids,” I added. “I guess she found what she was looking for.”

      “So … what did she mean?” Meredith asked. “Someone like her? Someone more … gay?”

      I shrugged and lifted my glass to drink. It left a wet circle on the napkin, and when I put the glass down, I fitted it exactly to the outline, then looked up at Meredith. “I guess so.”

      “Eating pussy didn’t make you gay enough?” she mused, sounding as if she didn’t really expect an answer.

      “I’m not gay. I’m not straight.” I pointed this out because it was important. “And I’m not wild, either.”

      “You’ve done so much,” Meredith said, as if I hadn’t even spoken. “And I’ve done … nothing.”

      I laughed. “You kissed a girl. And you liked it.”

      Her eyes gleamed. Did I imagine she looked at my mouth as she licked her lips? Maybe not.

      “That was nothing,” she said.

      “You wanted a story,” I told her with another shrug. “It’s not a secret. But it was the truth.”

      “That story was worth the price of dinner.”

      I hadn’t known my words could have such value.

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