Girl Crush

That Drink

I tap lightly with my knuckles on the door of 254.  I listen for the TV or some sort of life inside, but all was quiet.  "I took too long.  I missed the window."  My heart fell in my chest.

I stand there for another minute, trying to decide if I should knock again.  I didn't want her to think that I stood her up.  I didn't want her to think that I didn’t want to be with her.  None of that is the case at all.

I rest my head against her door.  Straining to hear anything - talking, singing, the shower.  Anything to tell me she hadn't fallen asleep waiting for me. 

The door moved and I started to fall forward, into her.  She was in a button down pajama top that went down mid-thigh.  It was pink and pinstriped with a paler shade of pink.  I grabbed the door frame with my right hand to keep from nose-planting into her chest.  Graceful is not my forte.

"Um... hi!" I said, laughing.  "Sorry about that.  I, uh, well... I wasn't sure you were going to open the door, and I, um... I was trying to figure out if you were in here or not.  I really didn't want to wake you." 

She laughed, turned around and headed toward to the bed, where I could see that she was resting, with the TV on mute and a glass of wine on her nightstand.

"I am sorry it took so long for me to get here.  I didn't mean to keep you waiting."  And I meant it. 

I walked forward.  There were two queen beds and she had been laying on the far one, next to the balcony doors.  The bed closer to me was made up.  I walked over to the desk and set down my bottle, key card, and phone.  She walked into the bathroom and came back, unwrapping the plastic from a little cup.  

"I don't have any ice," she motioned toward an empty ice bucket. "I think there is a machine down the hall if you want to..." she trailed off as I shook my head, taking the cup from her hand, my fingers lingering against hers. 

I uncapped the bottle and poured about three fingers of whiskey.  "It is fine like this," I chimed in, raising my glass up toward her and lifting it to my lips.

"Wait! Stop!" she screeched.  "Let me get my wine."  I smiled, lowered the cup, and watched her bound across the room for her glass.  I was pretty sure I caught a slight glimpse of her bare ass, which gave me pause.  Nothing but the shirt, then?  Definitely something to tip my glass to.

She walked back with her wine in hand, and tapped my cup with hers.  "Let's toast to something," she giggled.  "After all, it practically took an act of Congress to get you here."  She smiled.  Her eyes danced.  I think this is not her first glass of wine.  "To you," I tipped my glass foward and and took a swig, then set my cup on the desk.  She took a sip of wine and then sat her glass down, too.

I walked over to where she stood by the bed. I took her hand and brought her fingers to my cheek. I felt her skin against mine. I turned her arm over and kissed the inside of her wrist. Her breathing slowed. I put my fingers under her chin and ran my thumb over her lips. She sighed. 

I leaned over and kissed her.  I put my hands around her waist and pulled her to me.  I could feel the tension melt from her body as she returned my kisses, her hands now on my face.  I could feel her hunger building.

I pulled back a little, my nose tip brushing her nose tip.  She bit her bottom lip and batted her eyelashes.  I slid my hands over her waist and hips.  She shivered.

"We both know that you are, for all intents and purposes, a straight girl," I laughed.  "If that is not the case..." but I didn't get to finish my sentence because she pulled me into her and kissed me again, sucking slightly on my bottom lip.