There's Got to Be a Morning After

At the request of my homie, EssKay, I will now tell the rest of the story about W. Up and up and away. Disclaimer: this entry may be long as heck, but I'll make it as enjoyable as I can.

We left our fearless hero (me) laying in the bed with W. I woke up before she did, but since she had me a in kung-fu grip I couldn't move. A little later I hear a soft groan, it was her waking up. "Good morning" She kisses me on my forehead. I managed to crack a little smile and muster up an answer. One would have thought this interaction would have gone differently. However I did what any normal 18 year old did after "sleeping" with her good friend....I took off. I hopped out of the bed and told W I'd catch her around.

I spent the next few days trying to avoid her as much as possible. If she called, I didn't answer. In class, I'd only talk about class work. If she asked to hang out, I had to wash my hair. I freaked out not because I was gay, but I didn't want to "turn" anyone gay. I felt like W was just confused and my gay self was corrupting her. That sounds weird now, but hey I was 18....I didn't have all the answers yet. Finally enough was enough, W cornered me after class one day and told me we needed to talk. It was an away football game and since my roommate was in the band, my room was the best place to do so.

*knock knock* #gulp I open the door and she walks in. No pleasantries. "Why have you been acting stranger than normal?" #side-eye Not only did she charge me up, she had jokes. My defense was just to deflect and make it seem like she was the one who was buggin'. But it was something about her that wouldn't let me play her out like that. "Umm, I don't want to make you gay" I blurted out. She looked at me and I could sense relief in her eyes. She suggests that we have a seat on the bed. She explains to me that we're both young and no one has to make any kind of declarations on what they are or aren't. She tells me that she likes me, didn't matter whether I was a chick or a dude.

The air was cleared, so there was only one thing left to ask her......"you wanna go get something to eat?" LOL...we went to the cafeteria and had dinner. We come back to my room. She hops on the computer and I turn on the tv and sit down on the bed. I look at her just sitting there and a thought pops in my mind...'you got this cute chick here, are you gonna sack up or not?'. I chose to sack up and do this. "Come here yo"....she laughs and says back playfully "Yo? I'm not one of your little friends, so try again" Take 2. "Would you be so kind as to come here please?" She walks over to the bed and stands in front of me. Before she gets a chance to say anything else, I pull her down and put my lips to hers. I pull away to see her reaction. Stunned but seemingly cool. She leans in and gives me a kiss that made my knees weak.

Erotica is not my calling, so this won't be as graphic as it could be so here goes: We're going at it, making out like crazy. Kissing like that only leads to one thing, so it was time to make it do what it do. I undressed her little by little and kissed her all over her body. One last check to make sure she was cool with whatever that was about to happen. She consented and I took a trip downtown. I figured my best strategy was just to do what I would want done to me and gauge her reactions. Turned out pretty well for the both of us.

W and I kept whatever we had going for about another year or so. She sat me down one day and told me that she met a dude and they were hanging out. No arguments, no tears. We both knew that would happen sooner or later. As time went on, W and I started seeing each other less but there was no bad blood. Folk just were getting busier and really didn't have free time like that. As W and I dwindled away, I was hanging out more with another friend, C......and so it began.