The Road to....Somewhere???

I Wonder What Comes Next

Ashley's p.o.v.

So, here we are.

After Logan's so gracious offer to go back inside, we headed back to the house. We are now in the kitchen, and I am thinking how nice a few shots of some hard liquor sound. It's been so long since I had a drink, I know I probably should not be overdoing it, but my nerves and my brain are competing for dominance in my conscious. Nerves are definitely winning.

Assorted bottles of alcohol cover the kitchen table, along with stacks of plastic shot glasses. Logan and I are standing at the table, eyeing the assortment of liquid courage.

"What's your pleasure?" Logan looks at me, smiling.

"Well, it's been awhile, but I used to be a Jack girl." I see the question playing on her lips, but she kindly lets it drop before vocalizing it.

"Jack Daniels it is." She pours two shots, and hands me one. We both quickly down the drink, as I chase it with the fresh beer I got as we came in. She pours two more, and we repeat the act. After these two shots, I can feel my nerves being squelched by the alcohol. One more, and I think I may actually be able to calm myself enough to just enjoy the rest of the evening. Logan seems to understand the look that crosses my face.

"How about one more, just for good measure?" A girl after my own heart. Wait, did I just think that? Forget that. It has to be the alcohol talking. 

"Yes, please." Great. One little stupid thought in my head, and my nerves just rise right back to the surface. I might just need two more. We take the shots, and by this time, my beer is non-existent again.

"I need another beer. This bottle seems to have a hole in it." Corny, I know, but I was trying to be funny. I guess it was okay, because she laughed along with me.

"I'll get one for you. Be back in a jiffy." She says as she heads out the back door. She returns with one for each of us. "How about we head to the living room." She says, seemingly trying to judge my mood.

"Absolutely. Let's go." I turn around and head to the living room. I turn around, to make sure she is following. She is right behind me, and this time, I catch her checking me out. I see the embarrassment I felt earlier at being caught, reflected on her face. "You like?" I say boldly. Where did that come from? I think that was Jack talking.

"Yes, very much." She says, finding the floor very interesting at this point.

"Come on." I say as I grab her hand, and head to the living room. Her hand fits mine perfectly, even better than Sarah's did. SHUT UP! I scream at myself. We are not going to think about her tonight. Tonight, we are just going to have a good time.

I see Erin and Cassie, still dancing, and with Logan in hand, head over to them. When they see us heading towards them, they break out into huge grins. When they see our hands, still locked together, they give me a questioning look. I shake my head, telling them to drop it. I do not need this right now. It will only surface those pesky nerves I have so effectively squashed for the time being. They get my hint, and go back to smiling.

"Hey. We decided to come dance." I say loudly, trying to make myself heard over the music. I turn around, and face Logan. She closes the gap between us, and gets right to dancing. She is rubbing herself up against me, dancing in rhythm to the music. I try to give myself over to the music, and the moment, and just go with it. I had never danced with anyone other than "her", but this was so different. I didn't feel like an idiot. Logan didn't look at me at like I was an idiot. A few more songs go by, and all of a sudden, the music slows, and "Hanging by a Moment" by Lifehouse starts to play. It has been years since I heard this song. Logan asks me with her eyes if I want to dance with her. I grab her waist, and with a sigh, of relief or happiness, I don't know, wraps her hands around my neck.

As we dance, I can't tear my eyes away from hers. I begin to sing along with the music, because I always sing along with songs I like. She leans into me, and lays her head against my neck. I feel her warm breath caressing my neck, and I sigh in contentment. This feeling that I was having right at this very moment is the most intense thing I have ever felt. Her hands are playing with my hair, and my hands are gently rubbing the small of her back. I close my eyes, and lose myself in this most fantastic moment. As the song comes to an end, Logan pulls back and looks in my eyes. It is like she is looking straight into the very depths of my soul. Before I can think about it, or stop myself, I lean down and kiss her. 

This was the most electrifying kiss I have ever experienced. I don't have a lot to base it on, but at this moment, I feel that it didn't matter if I had kissed a hundred different women, nothing would compare to this. I pull her tighter and deepen the kiss. I lightly nibble her bottom lip, and she softly moans parting her lips, allowing my tongue access. She runs her fingers through my hair, and moans again as my tongue eagerly searches her mouth. It is like we are the only two people in the room. As the kiss ends, I pull back to look at her, trying to figure out what she is thinking. She looks confused, and I start to freak.

"I'm sorry. I am really sorry." I say. I let go of her, and quickly walk out of the house. What was I thinking? I don't know this girl. How could I have just kissed her like we were lovers? I never should have gotten drunk. I should have stayed sober so I could keep a clear head. Now, of course, being drunk, I can't even drive myself home. 

I sit on the front porch swing, head in my hands, trying to get a grip. I concentrate on my breathing. In and out, in and out., trying to calm myself down. 

"Did I do something wrong?" A voice that I think I would now recognize anywhere, even with only a handful of sentences ever being spoken in my presence, asks. I look up, and she seems to be holding back tears. Damn, I must have really hurt her feelings. All I can think about is making that look on her face go away.

"No. Of course not. You didn't do anything wrong. It was me. I never should have taken it that far. I mean, I barely know you, and you sure look confused after it happened. I'm sorry. I had to many drinks, and I guess I wasn't thinking straight. I didn't mean to come on so strong. I never meant to cross that line. I understand if you don't...." I know I have been rambling, but at this point, she cuts me off.

"Hey, I was just as much a part of it as you were. I didn't stop you, did I? Calm down. It's ok." Logan kneels down in front of me, and places her hand against my cheek. It was just like earlier, down by the lake. That hand brought feelings out of me that I didn't even realize I had. Without thinking again, I lean in to kiss her, feeling the need to have those lips pressed against mine again. Before I close the gap, she leans back. I look at her with eyes I know are filled with hurt. "Hey now, don't look like that. I would like nothing more than to have your lips on mine all night long, but I don't want you to freak out again. Maybe this is just going to fast for you, and I completely understand that. I told you before, I am a patient person. I don't mind taking things slow." 

I look at her and think to myself, wow, she is different. I have met a lot of lesbians in my day, and by the end of their first meeting, they have slept together. You know the old joke, what do lesbians do on their third date? Rent a U-Haul. Anyways, taking this all in, I smile, and decide I will take this offer.

"That sounds really great. I mean, you are extremely beautiful and all, but you're right. I think taking things slow is a wonderful idea. Try not to get to bored though, because I'm not that interesting of a person." I say, trying to lighten the mood.

"I very much doubt that." She says under her breath. I don't know if she meant for me to hear it, but I did, and it caused a shiver to run down my back.

Wow, this girl is having a major affect on me, and I barely even know her. 

I wonder what comes next.