We'd been sparring partners at the gym for a while, which is why, when my belly dance class had a performance, I invited her to come with me. It was a whole big gala hafla thing, sit-down dinner and all, and I just really wanted to know someone there besides my dance classmates. And Toni was the only person outside that context that I had really connected with since moving to San Francisco last year. Everything seemed to be going smoothly. I got through my solo piece without freaking out or anything, and when I rejoined her at the table, she told me she thought I did really well. She also mentioned, which I hadn't known, that she had a bit of experience with the dance in the past, but from the way she said it, I guess it was pretty brief, had something to do with her ex-husband and brought up painful memories. I'm glad I didn't know that before, or I might not have invited her, for fear of triggering those memories. She commented that it was really different seeing me in such feminine costuming, since usually, we're sparring in, well, kickbox-appropriate clothing. The evening took a sharp left turn right about at the toast. That could be hindsight on my part. But when we clinked our glasses after my teacher toasted all of us, students, her hand brushed against mine, and I swear I felt a spark jump between us. Of course, at the same time, she dropped her glass, so perhaps it wasn't so much a spark as an overly enthusiastic clink. She was really embarrassed, and I mean really embarrassed. I've never seen anyone wince that severely over some spilled wine! She ran to the bathroom to try and keep the stain from setting, which I'm thinking didn't go too well either, as it looked like the lights were flickering in there or something. Finally, she came back out and stayed for the rest of the evening, but a lot quieter than she had been. That was kind of a downer because I had really felt like we were starting to bond. Apparently, she felt the same way, because she suggested we take a walk after I had gotten changed back into street clothes, and chat some more. And so, we wandered and chatted about everything in general and nothing in particular. I don't even remember what-all we found to talk about. Eventually, we wound up by the bay, looking up at the sky. It was an unusually clear night, and we talked for a while about the stars, of all things, trying to remember which constellations are which. There was a railing where we were standing, and as we leaned against it, our arms brushed against each other. This time, there was no clink, and definitely a spark of some kind. I turned to look at her, only to find her already looking at me. We stayed there for an eternal moment, each locked in the other's gaze, until she reached for my chin, drew our faces closer to one another, and kissed me. That was, without a doubt, the most perfect kiss I have ever experienced. It was light, almost tentative, but perfect. She backed away a little, still looking into my eyes.
Toni: I'm sorry,
she said.
Janet: I've never done anything like that before. With another woman, I mean.
Janet: Neither have I,
I replied, trying not to sound as breathless as I felt,
Janet: but I'm not sorry.
We stood there in silence for another moment. Then, I'm not even sure which one of us moved first, but suddenly we were in each other's arms, kissing each other first lightly, then more firmly. A thrill rushed through me as her tongue slipped into my mouth and danced with mine. Eventually, we separated, and resumed our walk, though now holding hands and not talking. Not terribly much later, we came to her house. It was pretty impressive, but she downplayed it, saying it had been in the family for a while, and she shared it with her two sisters, two nephews, and sometimes her semi-estranged brother-in-law.
We went in. She found a bottle of wine, and we sat by the fireplace sipping it and just enjoying being in each other's company. I think we were both thinking about how wonderful we had felt kissing, and trying to weigh that against the cans of worms we might be opening into our lives. At least, that is what I was thinking, though I have to say, the worms weren't looking terribly impressive. The grandfather clock startled us when it chimed three. At least neither of us had to work tomorrow, but still, the sound broke our silence and spurred us to talk a bit.
Toni: What happens now?
she asked.
Janet: I don't know,
I replied.
Janet: Maybe I should go home, and we can both take some time to think this through.
Toni: That does sound ... reasonable,
she agreed. But neither of us made a move.
Janet: Of course,
I said, breaking the silence that had fallen again,
Janet: I don't actually want to go home. And I don't feel much like thinking.
Toni: I don't really want you to go either,
she said.
Toni: Besides, maybe we can figure it out better together.
She leaned in and kissed me again. I don't know how long we stayed there necking. Long enough for one of the logs in the fireplace to collapse into a pile of sparks with a thump and break our clinch. We looked into the fire. We looked into each other's eyes. She took my hand, set down my wine glass, and led me to the stairs. I echoed her earlier question.
Janet: What happens now?
Toni: I don't know,
she replied.
Toni: Let's find out.
Once we were in her room, time seemed to take on a life of its own, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down. It seemed to slide by luxuriously slowly as we kissed, sitting on the edge of her bed, and then jumped ahead to a point where I found myself cupping her breasts in my hands and not really knowing when or how I had put them there.
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