LASCIVIOUS

Chapter 2: Just A Taste

Samantha

I kept catching myself staring at Jan and it really wasn't a friendly stare. I've been secretly crushing on her for the longest... And up until now, I've never liked a chick before. I know, I know.. Taboo but it really was something about her. Maybe it was all the tattoos or how strong she remained despite all the hurdles life threw at her. I couldn't put my finger on it. After a while, I was informed I could go home since it was so slow "Well, my boss said I could leave early" I begin wiping down my station and cleaning all my glasses and utensils. 

"Good, because I am definitely feeling this alcohol" she laughs a little letting out a burp. "I'll take that out your hands. You're finished," I say easing the drink from her grip, then pouring it out and washing it. "Sammie! I was not finished with that" she protests "Well, you're finished now" That was her fifth one. I continue to clean my station turning my back to her putting all the bottles in place. "Sammie" I felt her hands grip my sides causing my heart to race a hundred miles per minute.

How did she even get over here so fast!?

She nudges me out the way and grabs one of the beers from the ice. She sticks her tongue out and pops off the top before downing it "C'mon, Blue. Don't you wanna get out of here?" I shake my head telling her to go sit in a booth. She did as told and I try to hurry up. It was something about her touch that sent electric bolts through my body. It's what made me realize I had a thing for her. One night we went out and I got hella wasted and she said I kissed her. I don't remember but it does sound like something I would do and ever since then I've been fixated on seeing what it was really like... sober of course! She laughed it off that night but she started to become very very distant. 

So, you can imagine how surprised I was when I saw her name flashing on my phone screen.

I tell my boss that I'm heading out and make my way back to January. "Let's go!" I say taking the bottle and helping her up. "I don't think I will ever be able to love anyone else again like I loved Naomi" January drunkenly sobs. I try to ignore her hoping she would stop talking... I didn't wanna hear things like that especially since I was kind of trying to pursue her, maybe... but then again, I don't really know. 

I pull January's arm around my neck and help her out the door tossing the bottle in a nearby trash. "I fear people being ripped away from me. That's why I don't let anyone in, Sammie. I can't because I know as soon as I do ... It'll all be messed up" she was heavily intoxicated and all her words were running together but somehow I could understand her. 

"I'm scared to love again" she confesses. All if a sudden her body weight doubled as she dipped in and out of consciousness. We finally make it to my car and I quickly put her into the passenger seat. "Hey! This isn't my car" she screams squirming to get out of the seat. I reject that notion pushing her back down and buckling her in. "You are too drunk and I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I let you drive and something happened to you" I say to her closing the door and getting in on the other side. I stick my key into the ignition and turn it until the engine purs.  I'm reversing out of the parking spot she whispers faintly "why do you even care so much about me in the first place?" I put the car into drive and eased onto the road.

I love you, that's why.

I couldn't think of anything to say "are you gay, Samantha?" January blurts out loud and quite obnoxiously "I don't know".

Am I? No. I've never even done anything but kiss a girl. I mean, I can appreciate a cute girl when I see her but I never wanted to nor had sex with one. I never felt any of these desires until I got close to January. I still don't know and I won't know until I can place my lips on her's and just see what it feels like. That's all I need.