She took the brush from my hand, frustrated at how long it was taking me to prove to her that I indeed couldn’t braid my hair, anyone’s hair actually, but especially not my own. She shook out the feeble plait I had begun and brushed my hair vigorously, just like my mother used to do when I was running late for school. She must’ve felt me flinch because she eased off then, slowed down and put a hand on my head as the other brushed briskly down my long hair. I felt the edge of the brush hit my waist as she finished one stroke and lifted her hand to do another. The hand on my head was warm and felt small. I liked it there. I settled back on my cushion on the floor, gently pushing my back against the knees poking into me as she sat on the couch behind me. She put the brush down and started smoothing my hair out with both hands flat against my head, running down, down, down to my waist and up again. I shut my eyes, relaxed. I might have sighed then. I might have. I felt her knees part gently and I let my body fall between them until her thighs cradled my arms. Her legs were warm and narrow.
She started to braid my hair and then stopped. For a moment I felt uncomfortable. We hadn’t been friends all that long. Maybe she was uncomfortable being this close to me? Maybe I was? But we weren’t doing anything unusual. I’d never done anything ‘unusual’ with a woman before. But I’d never felt this suddenly uncomfortable and nervous with a girlfriend before either. The moment passed and she spread her fingers out and ran them from the base of my skull up along my head, through my hair. A sigh escaped. Just a small one. Couldn’t stop it.
I turned my head to the side to look at her and share a laugh, but neither of us laughed. We only stared at each other’s lips. Her fingers, still splayed out like a fan under my hair, tightened on my scalp. I felt a rush of heat so hot that I thought I’d wet myself. I was wet. Couldn’t believe it. How long since that had happened? Barely touched, not a word spoken, and wet, wet, wet. The heat was creeping up through me like a blush. We were frozen like that. Too scared to move. The heat crept up to my neck and I swayed almost imperceptibly to one side. That was all we needed. A tiny sway of confirmation. Her hand pulled gently on my head and I reached up as she lent down.
Her lips were the softest thing I have ever felt against my own. Her tongue was hot in my mouth and, never having kissed a woman before, I marveled at how small her mouth was. Is this how a man felt kissing me? I felt powerful and vulnerable all at once. And then the heat enveloped my face and my thoughts melted away. I became desire, white hot, and as my hands sought her skin, I had no idea if she was me or I was her, I just was.
To be continued…