Crush Me

Eleven

Wilson

What's gotten into me? But Leanne is something else. Wow. So smart, so talented, and she's been getting under my skin for so long. Hearing her haunting flute serenades at lunchtime every time I met Mr. Matheson for voice coaching, well she's good. Really, really, good.

Wilson waited for her to answer him. She made first move earlier. But it was still her call. He would never force anyone, and especially not her.

Her arms went around his waist and her tongue made a quick trip around her lips.

Why am I responding to this? Maybe Mom knows. She's got a real thriving practice and her papers in the French psych journal are re-writing gender and sexuality definitions worldwide.

"Please." The breathy quality of her voice almost turned it into a plea. She tilted her head, inviting him in.

Her lips were as petal soft as he remembered. She tasted like the spearmint candy the airline distributed to help passengers adjust to air pressure changes. His eyes closed as he absorbed the sensations. So different from the couple of guys who stole a kiss from him in the back halls where no one would notice. And right somehow. He gave up trying to analyse what was happening and let his feelings for Leanne lead.

Things were happening in his body and he shifted his hips adjusting. He could feel Leanne's breasts against his chest, and the little nubs of her nipples starting to push against him. She didn't move her hands at all, but her tongue brushed his mouth, tracing fire along every fraction of an inch it covered.

His heart thundered, and he forgot to breathe. When he finally parted his lips to chase her tongue with his, Wilson's body started to tremble. Leanne moved her head back the tiniest bit.

"Oh, wow! I never knew." Her whisper was throaty, and her arms drew him tighter against her as she put her head against his shoulder.

"Me either. I thought it might be boys for me." Wilson felt his cheeks flushing.

"Hmmm, nothing wrong with that. Especially since you were struggling with feeling nothing." Leanne said. "That was my first real kiss too."

"And I've never let anyone touch me like this before. I mean there were a couple of guys that kissed me, but nothing worked, if you get what I mean. I thought I was asexual. I still don't understand what's right about you and me, but I love it," he explained.

"No one around school would even ask me for a date. I'm glad they didn't. This feels so right."

The rattle of the dinner tray cart caught his attention as Frank went by. Wilson eased back from Leanne.

"Dinner's here."

"Do you want the wine, like I suggested?" Leanne asked.

"I'd like to try it. I've always been curious, and it would help us sleep," Wilson admitted.

Leanne sat down in her seat, and he followed her lead.

Can I keep it under control?

"We'll tell Frank no more than one glass for each of us. If we let him know it's the first time drinking, I'm sure he'll honor that," Leanne said.

Wilson saw Frank nod as he returned.

"You heard that?" Wilson asked. "Do you need to see ID?"

"I'll trust you two. And since you're eating and you have set a limit, I think I've made the right decision. What do you want for dinner? I have both fish and steak available, and for the two of you, I can combine them into a surf and turf. The filet has been kept fairly rare, though."

"That sounds delicious," Leanne said. "We'll give it a go. I've never had anything like it."

"Same for me. Can you teach us anything about the wines?" Wilson asked.

"Just sip it slowly and allow it to speak to your taste buds. Wine is supposed be chosen to enhance a meal. If you find you like it, then take a wine tasting tour, or class when you get back to Atlanta. I'll be right back. I hope you're hungry."

"Famished," Leanne said.

"Me too," Wilson admitted.

"Did you skip breakfast and lunch like I did?" Leanne asked.

"Lunch. I was busy packing. Meant to go eat and ended up studying for a math test we have as soon as we get back."

"I ended up skipping most of both of them. At least Mom was sober for once. She said something about Paris being special. I swear she's been there. That's when she set up my roaming plan. It's not like she doesn't have a good job, and my stepfather works at a great company. But she drinks a lot."

"Yeah, makes you wonder what went wrong. Dad started drinking all of a sudden."

"Never mind them. Let's see what we have to eat. I'm really looking forward to it," Leanne said. "I hear Frank coming."

"You do hear me coming." Frank answered as Wilson's stomach growled in anticipation.

"You really are hungry too," Leanne giggled. "This smells heavenly. Look at those plates!"

"Does first class always look like a five star restaurant?" Wilson asked.

"Not quite like this. Today is special. A regular passenger who travels with us quite often had to cancel at the last minute. We have a special bottle, and the man is magnanimous, he told us to give his bottle of champagne to someone who needed it."

"Champagne? Bubbles, right?" Wilson guessed.

"A wonderful rosé from France, Veuve Clicquot. I will leave the bottle with you, and you can decide whether or not you want more. Or you can share it with the other passengers in the front. I am very sure you will make them happy."

Wilson waited for the loud pop of the cork, like the two times his father had opened at bottle at home. The wine fizzed and sprayed all over the kitchen, and the he guzzled it straight from the bottle.

But Frank eased the cork from the bottle with a barely noticeable murmur. Winston's surprised expression brought a grin from the head steward.

"This is the correct way to open a fine wine, champagne or not. I don't want to waste the bubbles and give you a flat glass." He poured the lovely liquid into tall narrow flutes, placing one on each of their trays.

Leanne piped up, "Take the rest up to the couple up front. I'm not going to put temptation in our way. We'll be very careful with this first taste."

"I agree, Frank. Let's share." Wilson picked up the glass and let the bubbles tickle his nose. "It smells amazing!"

Wilson held up his glass. "A toast. May this champagne be our first first together, and a special memory to recall when we next have a chance. Life has turned for the better today, and I want to remember it always."

He watched a brilliant smile bloom across Leanne's face as her eyes sparkled in the subdued light.

"Yes, yes!" Leanne agreed. "I wish I had a way to explain what this does to me. The scent is delicious." She touched her glass to his and a quiet chime rang between them.

"Bouquet is the correct term. Enjoy, you two." Frank held up the opened bottle. "I'll just grab two more glasses and take this up to the front."