Feelings

What Does This Mean?

My refrigerator was empty so I decided to do a little grocery shopping. I also wanted to get my mind off of the upcoming night with Jayson, it was really weighing heavy on me.

As I tried to continue to shop my 5'3 frame would not let me reach the jar of pickles I was so desperately reaching for. But, before I could struggle anymore a hand not belonging to me grabbed the jar. I turn around and there she was, a woman. A little masculine yet still so beautiful. Her feminine features reaching beyond they boyish clothes she wore. Her eyes so intriguing. I felt like they were looking into my soul, like she could see all the pain in my heart and could fix it.

" Here you go miss" she said. Her voice so sultry yet so smooth felt like honey to my ears. As she handed me the jar our hand brushed and it was so soft. That simple touch sent chills down my spine. What was this I was feeling? In a matter of minutes this stranger had me feel ways I had never felt before. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and stars shot through my hand as I quickly put the jar in the basket. I could feel my warm juices seeping from my center. Never had anyone made me feel this way, but she does. She, a female. How could this be happening?

"Thanks" I finally found the strength to choke out. She spoke again "What's your name, if you don't mind me asking. I'm Raye."

" I'm Keona, nice meeting you. thanks for helping me." I say letting out a nervous giggle. I don't know why I was feeling this way. I don't giggle,  I don't blush, but she had me doing all of these things and I liked it.

" Well Miss. Keona, it was nice meeting you" she said before walking away. Watching her walk back down the isle I couldn't help but notice the curves in her body. Even through the baggy clothes I could see its amazingness through them.

My mind was no longer on my night with Jayson, but was now focused on the way Raye's lips could feel on my body.

I was lost. I drove home confused, forgetting most of the items I needed form the grocery store because after that encounter my head was running wild. Getting the few bags out of the trunk "you need any help" rang over my shoulder.

That voice, that one that made my stomach do backflips and felt so smooth to my ears was standing behind me. I turn around looking in her soft brown eyes as they searched my would once more.

"Sure. Your live around here?" I asked as she grabbed the bags and headed to my apartment.

"Yeah, I just moved in a few doors down" she replies as we walk through my front door.

"Well, welcome to the complex. If you need anything or want to hang out I'm here, feel free to stop by." We exchanged numbers and my heart jumped at the thought of being able to spend time with her. In these few hours she intrigued me so much that  I wanted to know everything about her. Even if we were just friends I still wanted her near me. But, that's all we would be was friends, right? Because I'm not gay, right?