Crimson Room Key

Her curves were defined, but more strung out. She was taller—still a good five inches shorter than me—and her hair was long and curly, enticing me to run my fingers through it. She had also started wearing dark eyeliner around her engaging ice blue eyes. Everything about her was enhanced in some way, and I wanted it—to touch kiss and lick. I ached for her in the weirdest of ways. Then, while hanging out at her house on Christmas break during my sophomore year of college, I finally came out to her.

We had been hanging out all day, baking and talking…her parents weren’t home, so we had the whole place to ourselves. We were making frosted ginger cookies and she playfully forced my finger into the bowl of icing. After staring at her in shock, I held my frosted index finger up to her and said “You made this mess…now you have to clean it up…” I was expecting her to wipe it off with the rag sitting next to her on the counter, but instead she grabbed my hand, put my finger in her mouth and sucked the frosting off. I can’t imagine what my face looked like, but I’m sure it was full of awe and shock. She didn’t really seem to notice…then I took a frosted cookie and smeared it on her jaw. She froze open mouthed and looked at me with her enchanting eyes.

“Are you going to take care of this?” she asked, pointing at the frosted line of her jaw. I stepped closer to her and held her chin in my hand, then proceeded to slowly lick the frosting from her face. I stepped back and looked into her eyes as her face turned a shocking scarlet. It became a war. For an hour we frosted and licked each other—always playful and innocent. Then, when the cookies were finished, I turned to walk out of the kitchen and up to her room, but she blocked the exit—forcing her arms and feet against the panels of the doorway, making an “X” with her body. I asked if I could slip by and she told me that I could only if I gave her the password…

I started spewing out word after word…phrase after phrase, but apparently I never guessed right. Annoyed, I decided to force my way through her. I pushed and pulled, but as it turns out, she is a lot stronger than she looks. I then wrapped my arms around her chest in a friendly hug, but after realizing that there was no way she was going to hug me back and let me through, I turned my head into her neck and bit her. It worked. Weather by shock or disgust, she fell backwards and I was able to pass through the doorway and run up to her room.

She followed me up and we sprawled on her bed and continued talking…mostly about college. All day I had been pushing her to apply for the college I was attending. She just kept saying “You’re the one that left me…why should I follow you…” and I would give her reason after reason…but in her room, when she asked me again I simply stated, “Because I love you.” Now she and I have been the best of friends for so long, so it was never odd for us to say that we loved each other. This time however, I meant it in a different context, so when she said “I love you too” all I could say is “it’s different with me.”

We didn’t get to delve much deeper than that because her brother knocked on the door, informing us that he and her parents were home. I stayed for a little while longer, and then I left.

On the second day back to school from the break, Emily gave me a call…We talked about this and that, just like we always did and then she said that she wanted me to tell her something and she wanted me to be honest…

“I’m always honest with you,” I replied, “Just ask me.”

“Are you a lesbian?”

“No...I’m straight…I just like girls.”

“So your bisexual?”

“I wouldn’t call myself that…It’s weird…why do you wanna know?” I asked, feeling slightly flustered. Then to even things up I asked, “Are you?”

There was a pause on the other end, and then…”I don’t know”

“Well are you attracted to girls?”

“Yeah, but I’m attracted to guys too. It’s hard to say since I have never been with either.”

“Yeah, that poses a problem…well have you ever had a crush on a girl the way that you have had a crush on a guy?”

“Just one.” She replied shakily.

At this point I was starting to get excited and nervous. “Do I know her?” I asked, trying to keep my cool.

“Actually…it’s you…”

I held my breath for what seemed like a whole minute, so excited I could have screamed. I had almost forgot that I was still on the phone when Emily’s voice came through again from the other end.

“Mina?...Say something…”

“How long have you felt this way?”

“Almost four years…”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was afraid…but after you were here this last time, I just figured ‘what the hell’”

“Emily…there are so many things I want to say right now…”

“It’s okay Mina. You don’t have to say anything, I have to go anyways, but are you still willing to let me stay with you if I come up to check out the school?”

“Yeah of coarse! You are more than welcome to stay here any time.”

“Okay, well I will talk to you later then…”

She hung up and we didn’t talk for a while. After a few weeks, she sent me an email saying that she would be coming to visit and see the school in a month.

The day I went to pick her up at the airport I couldn’t keep calm. My body and mind were screaming. I was going to see Emily in less than an hour! When I got to the airport I couldn’t sit still…so I paced in the baggage claim, waiting for her to let me know that that the plane had landed. The cell in my pant pocked began to buzz. She was here. I can’t say why, but I didn’t want her to see me at first, so I hid behind a pillar. I watched as she walked down the moving escalator and onto the crowded floor, she was looking for me, but I didn’t come out from my hiding place. Then when her back was turned the other way I ran up behind her, cupped my hand around her perfect ass and squeezed. She turned around and her shocked face turned into a blushing smile. I pulled her into my arms and held her tight against my body, reveling in the feel and smell of her.

Needless to say I couldn’t hold her forever. I let her go and we made our way back to my car. We talked the entire ride home…about school, work, her new lip piercing (which was so incredibly sexy), my new tattoo, everything…accept the conversation that we had had a month earlier.

That first night I fell asleep looking at her, stroking her forearm, content to just touch and see her. I wanted to kiss her and taste her so bad, but it was too soon. The next morning she woke up when I held her hand to my face and brushed my lips against it. She didn’t pull away, but watched as I nuzzled her, then as if nothing was happening she started talking to me. We went over our schedule, and all in all the day seemed to play out normally.

On the third night of her stay, we settled down on the couch and started watching movies. She was leaning against me, and I couldn’t stop looking at her. A few times she looked over and caught me staring.

“What?” she would ask, and I would just smile and tell her to watch the movie. When I got up to change the movies out, she left to use the restroom. My heart was pounding. I wanted to kiss her so bad, but I knew that she had never been kissed and I was afraid that she wouldn’t like it. I couldn’t expect her to make the first move though because I knew she was more nervous than I.

“So what are we watching next?” she asked, stepping out of the bathroom.

“What do you want to watch?” I asked turning from my crouched position in front of the TV.

“It doesn’t matter…we have a whole list to go through” I couldn’t take my eyes off her. After quickly putting the new DVD into the TV I got up and went to stand just in front of her. “So what are we watching?”