I sat looking over my gradebook and the quizzes my students had taken. As usual, I felt woefully inadequate as a teacher; all but one of them had, I thought, failed to grasp what I thought I had explained clearly. I shook my head and reminded myself that I would just have to try harder.
I reached for my mug of coffee and, as I did, I looked up and across the coffee shop where I was diligently grading. And there she was again.
It had been a week earlier that I had seen her here before; I felt slightly embarrassed at myself as I recalled instantly that it had also been a Tuesday though no one but me would have remembered. Then, like today, she'd been sitting with a couple of guys and another woman. They hadn't stayed long then and I doubted they would now.
I licked my lips and sucked on my lower lip as I looked at her. She was stunning. Long wavy golden hair falling below her shoulders, brown eyes behind the cutest pair of glasses, a nose ring, smiling broadly as she laughed at something one of her companions was saying ... she was wearing jeans and a fairly tight short sleeved blouse that really showed off her magnificent chest ... She was stunning; easily, I thought, the best looking woman I had ever seen ...
I thought that maybe I should get up, walk over and introduce myself. I ran through the scenario in my mind. "Hi," I'd say, "my name's Amina and I just had to come over and tell you how beautiful you are." She'd look up and smile and say thanks, that she'd been watching me and would I like to go somewhere where we could talk ... and as soon as we were alone, we'd start kissing ...
No, I shook my head, that wouldn't happen! I went over my reasoning again. First, chances were that she was straight; that's simply odds, I reminded myself, and, even if it weren't, she's got long hair and both times I've seen her she's been with guys ... heck, one of those might very well be her boyfriend! (Though, I remind myself, they look more like co-workers than anything else). Second, supposing that she might be interested in women, she looks like she's more than likely one of those hipster girls who mainly are straight but ... And third, she's way cooler then you are! Even if she did dig girls, she'd probably be looking for someone who knows clubs and bands and parties and stuff like that ... certainly not mousy teachers who collect stamps and read alone at night and think an SF con is a good social environment! Face it, I tell myself, she's probably straight and she's far cooler than a dork like you.
Oh well, I think and I sigh.
And I realize I did so audibly, loud enough for That Girl to notice; she turns, looks over at me for a second and kind of smiles at me! I think she knows I'm watching her ... and I feel my cheeks burning.
I'm mortified. Before I get any more nervous, I think, I'd better go to the bathroom and splash some water on my face.
I move as fast as I can, close the door quickly and find myself on the edge of hyper-ventilating as I splash cold water on my face. I feel like such an ass! Making a fool of myself again! I stare into the mirror and look at the face staring back: the world's biggest dork! I feel like I'm in junior high all over again.
The door opens. And who walks in to the bathroom? That Girl! I feel my stomach hit the floor. Smile, just be cool Amina, be real cool, I tell myself.
"Hey," she says as she walks past, smelling like heaven and so gorgeous and so oblivious.
"Hey," I mumble in reply, stomach doing flips; she's talking to me!
"You're here a lot," she says and I'm not sure if it's a statement or a question.
"Uh huh," I mumble and sort of try to smile, "I, I like it to, s-study and d-do work."
"Cool," she says, and grins at me as she steps into the stall, "I'll see you here, huh?'
As she latches the door, I feel my heart pounding as I slowly make my way back to my table. She was probably, I tell myself, just being polite. And she probably thinks there's something wrong with me anyway ...
I try to bury myself in my work but, of course, when she comes out a few minutes later, I can't help but watch her walk. She's got, I think, a swing in her step. I'm entranced.
She smiles as she walks past me, making eye contact for just a second and, I think, winks at me ... But that's probably my mistake. She goes and joins her friends and after a couple of minutes they start acting like they are going to leave, picking up bags and stuff like that. Ah well, I think, at least I'll be able to concentrate on my work!
"Oh hey," I hear her saying very close and look up; she's standing over my table! "Will I see you here tomorrow?"
She's talking to me! I can't believe it!
"O-of course! " I say with a grin almost breaking my face in two.
"Great!" she says. "I'll see you then!"
And she's gone ... and I'm practically trembling.
Did she just make a date? I wonder and my mind is racing. I remind myself of all the reasons that that is unlikely; she's probably just a polite and nice person, I tell myself, nice as she's pretty.
And, of course, the rest of the day, I'm thinking about her ... and all of the next day while I'm teaching ... And the minute I'm done, I'm racing for the coffee shop.
Of course, she isn't there when I get there. I sigh, sink into my usual seat and get to work on my grading. And every time someone comes in the door, I look up ... time drags ... she isn't coming.
And after what seems like forever but really hasn't been that long – my tea is still hot – she comes in. Her eyes meet mine and she grins at me, sashays right over to me before she orders or anything.
"Hey," she says and smiles as she gestures towards the empty chair opposite me, "can I sit here?"
"Absolutely," I nod and watch as she puts her bag down and takes her wallet out.
"Be right back," she says. "Can I get you anything?"
"Thanks, I'm good," I nod.
I watch as she orders and, a couple minutes later, comes back with a cup of coffee.
"Where're your friends today?" I ask.
"Who? The folk s from the office?" she shrugs. "I dunno. We don't always hang out after work. How `bout you? Anyone with you?"
"Nah," I shake my head. "I usually come here to do grading – I'm a teacher."
"What of?"
"English for foreigners," I say, "and Arabic for Americans."
"really?" she asks. "Do you speak it?"
"English?"
"No, Arabic, silly!"
"Pretty well," I nod. "I grew up bilingual."
"That's very cool," she smiles. "How would I say `my name is Julia' in Arabic?"
"'Esmi Julia," I answer, "but I'd say, `esmi Amina'."
"Amina," she repeats, "that's a beautiful name!"
"So's Julia!" I say.
"No," she shakes her head, "yours is much more exotic!"
"Around here, maybe," I nod.
And before long, we're chattering away like we've known each other forever. My nervousness is forgotten and I get bolder.
"Why'd you come here today?" I ask.
"I was hoping you'd be here," she says.
"Really?" I ask, hardly believing her. "but we only exchanged a few words!"
"I know," she smiles and her eyes have a twinkle in them, "but I saw how you were watching me ..."
"Oh?" my heart is pounding a thousand beats a minute.
"And I thought you were cute, so I thought I'd come talk to you."
"Really?" I can barely talk. "Me? Cute? What?"
"You are," she says. "Does it bother you if I tell you that?"
I shake my head.
"Good," she continues, "because I think you are absolutely gorgeous. I almost thought you were a movie star or something when I first saw you!"
"Really?" I ask as I feel my cheeks reddening.
"Yes," she nods. "You could be, you know. I'm just being honest; I'm sure you get that all the time!"
"Hardly!" I say. "Wow! And I thought you were stunning!"
"I find that hard to believe," she says.
"Don't," I say, "why do you think I was staring at you!"
"OH!" she laughs and sort of snorts.
"Can I ask you a question?" I say, my heart pounding as I try to decide how to broach this.
"Anything, beauty!" she smiles and I melt.
"OK," I bite my lip as I form the question. "Are you bi?"
"You mean like bisexual?"
"Yeah," I nod.
"No," she shakes her head.
"OK," I reply. "I ddn't mean to offend you by implying that you were ..."
"Oh, don't worry about it!" she says. "I used to wonder myself but I've known since I was fifteen that I was gay."
"Gay?" I repeat. "Really?"
"Uh huh," she nods and then looks at me sharply. "Does that offend you Amina?"
"No," I barely whisper, "not at all, because ..."
My voice trails off and she's looking at me expectantly.
"Yes?"
"I am," I croak out, "too."
"You are?" she looks at me, griining. "Really?"
"Yes," I say.
And suddenly the conversation shifts; no longer polite small talk, we're definitely flirting. I learn she's single, broke up with her last partner more than a year ago; I'm a couple months out of my last relationship. We talk about usual stuff and time flies ... and I am totally entranced by her so I don't notice until the barista is saying that it's closing time.
I say that I guess I need to head home and maybe we can meet again? She says of course, did I drive? No, I tell her, I live just around the corner so I walked here.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" she asks.
"I'd like that," I smile and we're walking out the door, together, still talking a mile a minute as we make our way along, walking almost in step and very close together. I don't know who touched whom first but, somehow, we're holding hands before long and it just feels so right ...
There's a shadowy area just before we turn down my street and, suddenly, Julia pulls me close to her and kisses me hard on the lips and even though I'm a little startled, I kiss her back and the kiss goes on and on ...
"I've wanted to do that all night," she says when she finally pulls away.
"Me too!" I say and I know that I'm grinning ear to ear and I kiss her hard and long and deep and pull her close o me so I can feel her breasts against mine and touch her back.
And then we walk further and we're touching each other and flirting like mad and at last, I say,
"This is my door, would you like to come in with me for minute?"
"I really want to see you again," she says.
I laugh.
"Don't worry!" I say, "You will!"
We're kissing as I unlock the door and I lead her by the hand inside ... and as soon as I drop my things, I slip my arms around her.
"I want you so badly!" I say.
"How badly?"
"Like I've never wanted anyone else," I tell her.
I put my hands on her face and just look into her beautiful brown eyes. I feel her hands on my hips. I kiss her as deeply as I've ever kissed anyone. Our tongues meet, our lips are all over each other. I know I'm getting warmer as my whole body wakes up and feels alive.
We stop kissing for a moment. I slip out of my shoes and gesture around.
"Humble," I say, "but home. Can I get you anything?"
She shakes her head and sits down on my couch. I see a hungry look in her eyes as she looks at me, a look of pure desire. She is so beautiful and the way she looks at me makes my spine tingle. I forget what I was going to do – offer her a drink? It doesn't matter – and go to her. I sit down on her lap, facing her, my legs on either side of her, and take Julia's face in my hands again as we I bend my neck down and kiss her.
Her hands meanwhile are on my back, now on the soft flesh just above my waist, she's under my shirt.
"Here," I lean back and say, "let me help you."
I reach down and pull my shirt up over my head and fling it away from.
"Is that better?" I say.
"Much better," she says and smiles and I wonder if this is what it is like to fall in love with someone as I look at her face and she nuzzles my bare belly and kisses between my small breasts. I unfasten m bra and fling it away and I feel her lips touch my right nipple and a wave of warmth fills me everywhere.
I moan softly. I wonder if I've ever been so turned on.
"I am yours," I gasp as I feel her teeth gently brush my nipple.
"No," she says, very softly, "I'm yours ..."
I smile and slide off her lap. I am crouching on the couch, my knees bent under me as we kiss. I push Julia backwards so she's half laying on the couch as I kiss her neck and start unbuttoning her blouse. She helps and soon, it too is flung onto the floor. I take a long look at her bare belly and her breasts still in her satiny bra. They are larger and far more shapely than I'd even imagined.
I kiss her collar bones as she unfastens her bra and it is gone. I'm sure my eyes burn with lust as I look at her large, mocha colored nipples on her perfect breasts, see the green ink of the designs on her shoulders. I kiss her on the lips and then slide down as I take her left breast into my mouth as my left hand strokes her right breast. She tastes so wonderful.
After long nursing while I feel her hands running through my hair I reluctantly let her breast out of my mouth and kiss slowly down her soft warm belly. Her navel, everything is so amazingly perfect.
I look up at her and see her brown eyes gazing at me with what I can only think of as love. I start to unbutton her jeans and she helps me slide them off her. She's wearing turquoise cotton underwear and I can see that they are as damp as I am sure my own are.
I kiss the cloth and inhale the wonderful sweet fragrance coming from her cunt.
"I want you," I say.
"I'm yours," she says.
I slide her panties off her. Her pussy is glistening with moisture and so magically perfect I can hardly control myself. She is almost completely hairless, her lips are dark and slightly swollen.
"Can I?" I ask.
"Yes," she breathes as my mouth touches her. It is so sweet. My tongue quickly finds her clit and she quivers beneath me. I slowly start to fuck her with my tongue, hardly believing that I'm really going down on this woman of my dreams, hardly believing how glorious she tastes.
I feel her hands on my head as she trembles slowly beneath me, her fingers in my hair guiding me. I cannot believe how wonderful it feels to be immersed in her scent.
"Ahhhhhh, Amina!" I hear her gasp and it turns me on.
I slide up her body, feeling her belly and her breasts beneath me and kiss her hard; I know she can taste herself on my lips and my tongue and she seems to love it. My right hand, meanwhile, has taken the place of my mouth against her sex. I love the way she feels, soft and wet and warm under my fingers. My index finger slides inside her and she wriggles in delight. She is hot and wet inside and feels absolutely delightful. I add a second finger while my thumb rubs her clit. My fingers go deep into her; I think I have found her g-spot and she is practically riding my hand as she bucks against it.
We kiss long, we kiss hard. And I think she is beginning to orgasm; I feel her moaning as we kiss. I grab the back of her head, my hands in her curly brown hair as I kiss her more deeply than ever while my other hand delves deep into her; I feel her orgasm on my hand, the vibration going on and on and on ...
I realize that, even as she is cumming so strongly, I am orgasming without even a touch ... this has never happened to me ...
We kiss and kiss and kiss and I don't want to pull my fingers out of her glorious vagina, but, at last, I do. Our kiss breaks.
"Amina," she whispers, "I think I could fall in love with you."
I am at a loss for words so I kiss her as my hands slide over her breasts.
I stand up for a moment and pull my own jeans off in a quick gesture, taking my panties with them. She grabs me and we kiss and kiss.
"Let's go to bed," I say and lead her by the hand into my bedroom; a part of me is startled that we have left our clothes in the front room and screwed on the couch ... and more of me doesn't care.
We fall onto my bed and we kiss for a long time and, before I know it, she is tonguing my cunt and I am soaking again and then she is crouching over me and we are licking each other and I cannot believe how beautiful her cunt and her ass are as I tongue both of them ferociously, not caring whether or not she has inhibitions about it ...
We fall asleep after several orgasms each and the taste of each other everywhere; her juices are all over my face and my pillows and my sheets and I love it ...