F'N FABULOUS (Completed)

Coming Out

His lips grazed over hers. 

She held her breath subconsciously. 

Her heart pounding in her throat like jumping beans, but it was past time to have the talk.

She should have brought it up back at the restaurant where it was public and less likely of a scene.

Hell, it should have come up the first time they were grinding on each other at the club.

Keeping her secret left unsaid tore her conscience apart the longer she stayed silent; which is why she had been avoiding his touch all night. It was like a guilt magnet. She couldn't stay away. After a long night partying at his friend's house and a few Jager bombs, they made their way to his apartment.  Instead of enjoying his kisses, making out with him on his couch, she was full on mind battle.

Yay alcohol. Way to make her face her fears.

Fuck.

He was hot.

He doesn't really like you. He just wants in your pants.

But hell, she would love to not be lonely.

She felt lucky to gain his interest. His olive-toned skin touched her pink quartz undertoned skin giving her goosebumps. At first, her skin felt like it may burst into flames, but she did get distracted by his clammy hands. 

Why is he so nervous?

He nibbled at her neck. Her long brown hair in a tight ponytail gave him perfect access to the spot that always made her shiver.

Like a bug, new thoughts weaseled into her forefront like a bot fly. It festered until the words blocked out his kisses.

Will he be like everyone else? Like them.

Is this the last time he will nibble on her lips?

Who doesn't adore kisses?

He will kill you when he finds out. A sobering final thought to ruin the mood.

Pulling away, they were breathless. 

His crooked grin told her, he expected the next step; he looked at her with wanting in his hazel eyes. "Beautiful." His voice dripping with lust.

She frowned. 

She could do this.

Suddenly her shoulders slumped, and she scooted to the furthest cushion on his couch. 

His eyes narrowed. She could see the hamster wheel in his eyes as he tried to decipher her actions.

"Band-Aid time." She said leveling her voice.

"Huh?"

"Sorry. I was just trying to- nevermind. We can't do this." She fiddled with her hands in her lap.

"What do you mean?" He asked. His voice slightly raising.

"I mean we can, but not until- I'm just going to say it." Her eyes flicked to the couch.

Its white and navy blue stripes paired well with the silver and black pillows.

Oh. That's cute. He has good taste.

Why is it so easy to get distracted with furniture when you are trying to find the courage to speak? Focus.

Is that a fleck of lint on her leggings?

He interrupted her thoughts as she picked at the white fuzz. "What's up, Jess? You are confusing me. I have had blue balls all week thinking about you. Then you come to the party looking too delicious I could have eaten you up right there, but you always seem to disappear with that friend of yours." He licked his lips.

"Mel." She corrected him. It did peeve her that he couldn't be bothered to learn her friend's name.

Like really? Her mind egged on.

She talks about Mel all the time. She thought to herself.

Definitely mentioned it over text during the week. A new thought popped up.

"Ya, crazy lady." He interrupted. His voice more than annoyed.

She grimaced.

"I didn't mean that. I just got jealous since she was hogging your attention tonight." He put his hand on her thigh a little close for comfort.

She twisted her leg away. "I am trans."

As if her leg was hot coals, his hand flinched. Her eyes immediately scanned his face as it twisted in confusion.

"Pre-Op." She knew this was the important part.

Realization washed over his face, but then his dark brown brows furrowed.

"You must have been a nervous wreck since we met. I'm sorry." He rubbed her arm.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"I guess we haven't talked about sex. We were kind of going by instinct at the club, the restaurant, even the party." He sat back. "Let's do-over."

"Now I'm the confused one." She admitted.

He stuck out his callused hand. She played along, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"I'm Greg." He said quickly.

"Jessie." She answered, still not sure where this was going...

"Umm. Ok how about profile bio- 33, identify as male, pansexual, looking for a serious relationship with a beautiful, compassionate person whomever they may be."

Her light purple lips broke out into a full-on grin. "Really?"

"Really." He smiled back.

Her lips crashed on his. She held on tightly until he begun to pull away.

"Now it's your turn." He responded. He gestured ' come here' to her. "Give it to me."

"O- sorry. Ok. Umm. My snapshot bio- 24 *cough* again, identify as female, straight, looking for a life partner to explore the world while having lots of steamy sex." She finished with laughter on the edge of her voice. He laughed in return...

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But that's not how it happened...