Loading...I saw the cutest guy walking down the hallway of my building and I had to do a double take. Being from Covington Kentucky means that I see more hicks and rednecks than anything else. Yeah, I know that I’m born and bred here myself, but I’m no hick! As a black girl I’m the wrong color to be a hick, right? Not that I really think in terms of color. All of my life I heard that I was a white girl in a black girl’s body.
Just because you listen to Jimmy Eat World instead of…Ludacris or Jay-Z doesn’t make you less black. Hell I still like good singers like Maxwell and Jaheim. But I can also appreciate some Mighty Mighty Bosstones!
But anyways, this guy was not from these parts, that was pretty obvious. I’m not saying that there aren’t some good looking white guys in Covington, but they don’t look like rockstars!
He wasn’t tall; probably not even five feet ten, and he was skinny as hell, but he was sexy! He had blonde spiky hair that was cut into one of those unruly styles; the ones that look like you just woke up—except you paid like a hundred bucks to look this way. He was kind of pale, too. And he was holding a cigarette in his mouth even though our building was non-smoking. I figured he couldn’t be any older than his mid twenties, even though there was slight creases beneath his big grey eyes, tension; as if he was wired.
I checked to make sure he was wearing a badge and he was. Sometimes we get people who come in from the credit union and they end up getting lost in the building. But this guy was a real employee. He was wearing black jeans, black boots and an olive green Ed Hardy t-shirt with a burning skull on it. He was also wearing a leather jacket but not like a thug, which I personally can’t stand.
His eyes darted around as he walked alongside a chubby girl. She was gabbing and gabbing and he wasn’t saying a word. Yep, damned hicks didn’t know when to shut the hell up. I would have watched him harder but I was late from break and I had a manager that was a true bitch.
~Evan~
Kentucky is a truly different experience. I remembered lots of land and horses and lakes to fish in. I remembered farmland and gardens filled with tomatoes and corn.
What I don’t remember is this slum where there’s nothing but a ton of strip joints and boarded up buildings. One side of the river has million dollar penthouses but the other side; the one I sit on, has nothing but the poorest of the poor.
I transferred from Florida because I remembered something a lot nicer, but maybe it wasn’t the memory of Kentucky that was all that great; maybe it was just the memory of my Dad…but now he’s dead and I’m trapped in this slum doing a job that any monkey can do.
“Evan, we got anymore cigarettes?” I lived in Covington with a cousin. She let me crash because I had cold hard cash and she has, what I’m beginning to suspect, a slight drug habit. I’ve only been here a month and have determined that I will be footing the entire bill for our living arrangements. So far I’ve loaded the fridge, paid up the late utilities and she’s already borrowed her share of the rent from me. But she lets me drive her car and she doesn’t mess with my things and she’s always out with her boyfriend, so it’s a fair enough trade.
I was sitting on the fire escape because the apartment was way too hot to do anything but come in, fall asleep and then wake up and leave again. I stood and climbed back in through the window. Chastity was putting on eye makeup in the apartment’s one and only bedroom, allowing the fan to blow right on her so that sweat didn’t ruin her hard work. It takes a lot of work to transform a druggie into a presentable druggie.
“We’re out of cigarette,” I replied, though I did have a pack stashed where she wouldn’t find them. “But I’ll pick you up a pack. I need a coca cola anyways.” I held out my hand for her money and she went scavenging around for change. I knew she wouldn’t find any but it was the principal of the thing.
“Evan, can you front me? Charlieboy is going to bring me money tonight and I’ll give it back to you.”
“Alright.”
“You’re such a cool Couz.” She said while blowing me a kiss.
“I know.” I slipped on converse and laced them quickly so that I could get out of the apartment before I started sweating.
“Bring me back a forty ounce!” She yelled as I slammed the door.
“Yeah, yeah.” I murmured. And this was my life.
~Brianna~
You only get half an hour for lunch and two fifteen minute breaks. But the only restaurants in the area are always crowded by noon. So if you want to eat you better get your lunch at your break and then save it for lunch. That’s what I do. I know that I should pack my lunch every day, because I am always broke and…well I’ve been packing on the pounds. But it is hard to get my ass into gear each morning. And when I finally to get out of work, the last thing I’m thinking of is preparing for the next day of work.
So I was in the Café and ordering a soup and sandwich when the rockstar walks in. I almost looked like a groupie when my eyes got big and I had to slam my mouth shut to keep from gaping at him. This time he was alone. He’s doing what I do; getting lunch early. That meant that we were the only two customers present in the Cafe. I stepped to the side so that he could give his order at the counter, but watched him from the corner of my eye.
“I need an Italian sub and potato salad.” He said.
“Drink?”
“Fountain coke.”
He looked at me and nodded a brief greeting. Damn, his eyes didn’t linger. Rednecks don’t look too hard at blacks even though I know for a fact that they dream about black girls. But I figured he, of all people, wouldn’t be afraid to look. He obviously came from a place that knew that skinny jeans looked good with converse and he could afford Ed Hardy shirts. I considered myself in the know when it came to style. I was wearing an Aeropostale tee and a jeans skirt. I also had on baby blue canvas Diesel shoes and I had my hair cut into layers and even though the humidity wreaked havoc on it, I kept it pressed ultra straight.
The guy dug into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes and I saw him fingering one anxiously as he waited for his order to come up. Damn, why wasn’t he checking out my legs? Maybe he went for skinny white girls.
“Order up.” The clerk passed me my order and I ‘accidentally-on purpose’ dropped my purse. The guy reached down to retrieve it since my hands were full.
“Here you go.” He gave me a distracted look.
“Thanks…” I checked out his badge. “Evan.”
He gave me a curious look and I gestured to his badge. “Oh.” Then he smiled and the tension seemed to leave his handsome face.
“I’m Brianna.”
I saw his eyes move towards my badge. “Brianna…ok. Hi.”
“You’re new here, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. I transferred from Florida.”
“How do you like it?” He nodded his head, seeming to search for the right words. I couldn’t blame him for finding it hard to say something positive.
“It’s…a paycheck.”
“Order up.” The clerk handed Evan his order and he gave me a brief tilt of his head in the way of goodbye. Damn. He still hadn’t checked me out! As Evan turned to leave I placed my items back on the counter and bent over to retie my shoe. I knew my skirt had hiked up a bit and that if Evan had any taste what-so-ever then he’d be trying to check out my ass.
Sure enough, when I straightened, I saw him backing out of the door and his eyes were glued to my ass. He saw me catch him looking and his eyes flitted away quickly before coming back to rest on mine. I smiled slightly. He hesitated and then turned away and left.
Damn. It wasn’t the reaction I’d been searching for. But he had looked.
~Evan~
I work at a customer call center. It is the most tedious job that I can imagine doing. People call me and complain, or ask idiot questions, or try to get out of doing what they know they are supposed to do. Even if it weren’t for that, my job would still suck because my manager looks at me as if I’m bleeding from my palms. Frankly, I would probably not get along with my co-workers anyways because most them are twice my age. I am going to be twenty-nine years old on my next birthday and I did not picture my life in this way.
I have met a few people that seem cool, but the people here aren’t like my buddies in Florida. They seem so uptight. I just want to go out and listen to some live music where the band is playing tunes that I like and not just eighties rock and roll!
At lunch I walked along the riverfront, dodging goose shit, but at least there was water and it was the closest thing to Florida that I could get. I sat down on a cement pylon and ate my lunch alone. I’d met some girls at work that wanted to tag along with me, but I eventually had to dodge them because I lost interest in hearing stories about their kids, their boyfriends, their pets…So I ate my lunch quietly and listened to my Ipod, jamming away to MARS VOLTA and wishing for the millionth time that I hadn’t sold my electric guitar.
A shadow fell across my lunch and I looked up. Some girl that worked in my building was smiling at me. I removed my ear buds. What was her name…?
“Hey, how’s it going?” I said pleasantly.
“Want some company?” I gestured for her to sit, even though I was just fine by myself.
“Evan, right?”
“Yep. Um…sorry I forgot your name?” I remembered that she had a nice butt, though big butts didn’t really do anything for me.
“Brianna.”
“Brianna!” We made small talk about how lunch break was too short and how our jobs sucked and by then it was time to return to work. I was commenting on how nice it would be to listen to some good live music when Brianna asked me what I liked.
“Alternative, Indie some Punk.” Stuff that I didn’t think she’d know anything about. I had a lot of friends who said they liked alt but it always turned out to be some top 40’s alt like Kings of Leon—while just fine, but not exactly what I’m in to.
“Who do you listen to?” She asked.
“Phoenix, Interpol, Muse…”
“Do you like Reel Big Fish?”
My eyes flashed. “Yeah. I do like them.”
She began mimicking the lead singer. “You and I are mortal but rock and roll will never die!”
I laughed out loud. “Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about! Where do they play music like that around here?”
She chuckled and looked kinda cute even though she wasn’t what I usually like. I like girlie girls and she was kind of aggressive. But she had a pretty smile and a nice voluptuous body. “There is no place around here that plays Alt. Lots of places over the river in Cincinnati, though.”
She started naming several clubs and I tried to remember them. I planned to ask Chastity to hang with me and maybe check out something new. Chastity and I have hit several redneck bars around Covington but a redneck bar after midnight is no pretty sight.
“Some of my friends are going to JoJo’s Friday night if you want to come along.”
I lit up a cigarette so that I could get a smoke in before we reached the building. “Friday? I’ll see what I have going on and maybe I’ll see you there.”
“Cool.” I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to hangout after work with someone that I just met at work but I really needed to get out and be around people that were like me.
~Brianna~
Oh my god! I talked to him. I am so happy that I scoped where he went for lunch break. I’m not stalking the guy. I was just curious. He looked totally handsome in jeans and an Abercrombie and Finch shirt. They showed off the toned muscles of his arm. He had a simple tribal tattoo on his inner wrist that ran up to his elbow.
He was wearing mirrored sunglasses and lifted them up to the top of his head to squint up at me with those gorgeous grey eyes. I don’t know what caused me to invite him to JoJo’s with my friends when we had no plans to go there. Now I will need to get them together for a night out and hope that none of them ho’s scope out the guy that I like.
~Evan~
Chastity was all for trying out a new club, but then she wanted to bring Charlieboy and I wasn’t cool with that. Brianna is black and maybe her friends were too. Charlieboy and blacks don’t mix. Not that this should be a surprising fact; his god given name is Charlie, not Charles not even Chuck, but just Charlie. His mother threw in the word ‘boy’ just to remove all doubt that he was a bon-a-fide redneck. And the fact that he never dropped it tells you just how bright he is. So we ended up just hitting one of the neighborhood bars and since Charlieboy was buying the drinks I stuck around through three versions of Sweet Home Alabama. I had to eventually call it a night when the Karaoke began.
Chastity let me take her car and I drove the short route over the bridge to downtown Cincinnati. As I headed to the club section of town, I saw that it was a pretty popular area with tons of people milling about, so I decided to just park a few blocks away and do some barhopping myself.
I don’t mind being by myself, especially when I just want to chill and having too many people around trying to impress everyone with their wit and charm is just plain distracting. The first bar that caught my interest was playing techno and I suddenly felt the need to move and dance and cut lose. The music was loud and the people were into it, so I got into it, as well. I was wearing a black Mowbray porkpie hat, black jeans, and a bowling shirt. By the time I stepped off the dance floor I was streaming in sweat. It was great, I could have actually gone home then, completely satisfied but I was a bit curious about Club Jo Jo’s. I asked some girl that had dancing next to me where I could find it, and screaming above the den of music, she told me that it was across the street.
I headed out the club and saw a pink neon image of a kitty cat and the simple words JO JO. As I neared the bar I didn’t initially think I’d like this type of place, but then I could hear a tune by the Strokes. Good tune, and I smiled as I stepped into the trendy club. The dance floor was packed with people gyrating to the song, definitely a different vibe then the club that I’d just left where everyone was crashing and slamming into each other.
“Evan!” I looked around, trying to see through the crowd of people and then I saw Brianna waving madly at me. I smiled. Wow, it was kind of nice to actually know someone. She had been dancing and headed to me. She was wearing the shortest cheerleading skirt possible and how she managed to keep that ass of hers contained in it was a mystery…but I couldn’t help but to stare.
“Hey there.” I greeted when she reached me. You could tell she was wired from the music because she was still bouncing and that skirt seemed to bounce right along with her. She was wearing some kookie thigh high stockings and high heeled MaryJanes. She also had on a white baby tee—and it was probably the sexiest school girl look that I’d ever seen.
“Hi. You made it.”
I nodded. Yep, I was here. She grabbed my wrist. “Come, dance with me.” Chuckling, I followed her back onto the dance floor. Coheed and Cambria’s Everything Evil began playing, which is one of my favorite groups. Brianna danced in a wildly sensual manner. She was completely without thought as she gyrated and moved to the music; totally unlike anyone else in the club. I couldn’t stop looking at her, not just because I would catch a peek of her black panties, but because she was completely absorbed in the music.
I danced the way I had at the techno club, with the same abandon that she had and I guess the two of us made a strange picture! But she grinned at me which let me know that she liked what I was doing, just as much as I liked what she was doing.
Uprising by Muse came on next and people started getting wild along with us. I guess we were the catalyst. She started doing the jerk, body rolling in time to the swinging of her arms and then her arms began pumping up and down and her hips began swinging and I almost stopped dancing. I did the jerk with her and then the moves that John Travolta had done in Pulp Fiction. Fuck, we were jamming on that dance floor!
We didn’t stop dancing for an hour and then when the sweat began to swing from her lose hair, I touched her elbow and gestured to the bar. She nodded breathlessly and I led us there for drinks. She was panting and laughing.
“Damn, you’re a good dancer!” She yelled over the loud music.
“You are. What do you want to drink?”
“Long Island Ice tea then we can sit down for a while. Is that cool?”
“Sounds good.” I ordered that for her and a microbrew for myself. They did have some really freaking good beers in Cincinnati. We sat down at the end of the bar and I looked around. “Where are your friends?”
“Oh.” She waved her hand. “They went bar hopping.” I saw her eyes casually sweep over me and I pretended not to notice. “So what do you think of the music?” She asked.
“They pretty much play the stuff I listen to.” I looked around. It was filled with mostly college kids, but a nice mixed crowd. I saw some heavily tatooed individuals, some punkers, a few blacks, a few Hispanics. It was a little more ‘posh’ then I liked but I could see myself chilling here from time to time.
I took a swig. “Um, I need a smoke.” I gestured to the door. “Want to step outside for a bit?”
“Sure. Let me hit the ladies room first.”
“Yeah. Me too.” She threaded us through the thick crowd of dancing bodies and headed to the ladies room. I was right on her heels until I finally saw the garish blinking pink neon sign that flashed gals gals gals. She pushed open the door and I followed her. She gave me the strangest look.
“Is there a reason that you’re following me into the little girl’s room?”
I chuckled. “Yeah. Cuz I gotta pee.”
She laughed. “Evan the little boy’s room is the opposite direction.”
My face fell. “Brianna…you do know that I’m a girl, right?”
~Brianna~
I think my face cracked; literally when Evan said, ‘You do know that I’m a girl, right?’
I looked at him hard with his hat shielding the majority of his face, and his loose fitting bowling shirt and tight black jeans.
I shook my head in disbelief more than in denial. A girl??? I tried to understand what that meant. A girl.
Evan swept his…her hat off and ran a shaky hand through her short cropped hair.
“Shit.” Her big grey eyes stared at me, lined in the longest eye lashes that I’d ever seen. “Shit.” She said again in Evan’s voice…not some girl’s voice. “I thought you knew. Pretty much everyone at work knows…” She held up an apologetic hand and backed out the door. “Look, I’m sorry.” Then she was gone and I was standing there with my cracked face.
I ran every image that I’d ever had of Evan and none of it equated to a female. Was he a pre-operative transsexual or something? Oh my god…I was lusting after him-HER! Did that make me a lesbian? Am I gay?! I staggered on my heels and then slowly headed to the toilet where I peed. I was suddenly cold, even in all of this heat I shivered. Absently I washed and dried my hands and then moved quickly past the other people in the bathroom. I needed to see him/her. I needed to see her, because there is no way that I should not have known something like this.
I hurried out of the club and looked up and down both ends of the long street. I thought I saw the slender body moving a ways down the street and I ran in that direction. I had to take off my shoes or risk twisting an ankle. I hoped I wouldn’t step on something either gross or dangerous.
“Evan!” She hesitated, looking over her shoulder. Her. I couldn’t stop thinking that. Her. She faced me, smoking a cigarette and looking uncomfortable.
“What, Brianna? What do you want?”
“I…I want to understand.”
Evan’s eyes grew big. “What is there to understand? You thought I was a guy. You’re a straight girl that thought she liked some guy. There’s nothing else to know.” Evan turned back around and began walking again.
“Um…” I said, because I had been drinking a Long Island Ice tea and because everything was so strange, so maybe I was drunk. “…so what does it mean that I still like you? Even though I know that you’re a girl now?”
She stopped walking but didn’t turn this time. “It means that you are confused. But I’m not. I’m not going to wake up in the morning and be something else. You will wake up in the morning and not be so confused. So Brianna…just leave it alone.” Evan continued walking away and this time I let her.
~Evan~
How do you work in a job and not know that the guy you’re crushing on is the center of gossip? How do you not know this??? I was angry at Brianna because I didn’t like being put in this position of explaining myself. I want to be who I am and why should I fucking run around with badges stating that?!
I am a girl that has no desire to become a man. There. Simple. I’m a lesbian. I like being a gender bender or androgynous or whatever you want to call it. I like being me. Even at work I put female down as my sex and when my boss or supervisor gets confused about it, I find it to be their problem, not mine. I walk into the male restroom with no problems and the female restroom when I’m with someone I know. If I have a problem, it would be just one…and that is straight girls with identity crisis. They break more hearts then anyone.
I was thinking this when I heard a sharp cry followed by low cursing. I turned to see Brianna hopping on one foot. I would have kept going, but I saw red on the bottom . Cursing myself now, I went to her.
“What’d you step on?” She looked at me, trying to balance on the one foot and not being very successful at it as she flailed around.
“I think it’s a piece of glass.”
“Let me see.” I stooped down and she offered me her foot. Yuck. There was enough blood that she shouldn’t be walking on it. I saw a thin piece of broken bottle but I couldn’t get it with my fingers. “Look, I’m not going to be able to grab this. How far is your car?”
“I came with my friends.”
I reluctantly looked back to where I’d parked. “I can take you home.” She just nodded silently and I put my arm around her so that she could lean on me and I became her crutch. Once we got to the car she gave me a chagrined look.
“I don’t want to bloody up your car.”
“Well…this is my cousin’s and I think it’s more of a hazard to your feet then anything. Maybe you can prop it up somehow?” I let her figure out how she was going to do this and then I hurried to the driver’s side cursing my kind heart. I’d just ditched her and now I found myself in the awkward position of taking her home. Damn, my luck sucked!
She peeked at me and I had time to think that this was the quietest I’d ever seen her. “Thank you…sorry about the trouble.” She was very talkative. I wasn’t all that into ‘talkative’.
I finally let go of my annoyance even though it hadn’t been the smartest thing to run around the streets of downtown Cincinnati without shoes. But all things considered, she had been trying to catch up with me.
“It’s fine. So where do you live?”
She gave me another embarrassed look. “Thanks. I live in Burlington. You know where the cinemas are, right? I live about a block from them.” She gave me directions and we drove for the first few moments in silence. I saw her checking out the cd’s.
“Do you mind?”
I shrugged and lit another cigarette. “Go ahead.” I offered her one.
“I don’t smoke.” I rolled down my window a bit and held the cigarette close to it so that the smoke wouldn’t fill up the car.
An old Nine inch Nails CD was playing from earlier. “I like this one.” She was bobbing her head to the slow beat of the music. How ironic. The Art of Self Destruction was playing…I saw her peek at me, and wondered exactly who she thought was controlling whom? I am the voice inside your head…I am the lover in your bed…I control you…
Or perhaps she was just looking at me because she wanted to know why I looked so much like a guy.
~Brianna~
It was a fucking awkward thing to be driven home by Evan. I wanted to understand more about her, but I certainly hadn’t planned to be in a position to need her help. While we were in the car I found myself staring at her. She was lean enough that if she didn’t want to have to show that she had breasts, then they probably wouldn’t be seen. It was still very hard to think of her as a girl; though now I could see that the possibility had been there—I just hadn’t picked up on it. I mean she had an angular face filled with lines, but there was also a softness there; which I had taken to be boyishness.
When I looked at her, my heart still went thud because girl or guy; Evan was very hot. I slumped in my seat with my stinging foot and looked out the window as we drove in silence.
When we got to my house Evan pulled into the drive-way and looked at it with open mouth.
“This is your house?” The house is three stories and I explained that I lived there with two roommates. The rent was astronomical but split three ways it was manageable. In return we had a private backyard. My roommate Lilly likes to garden so it had all of the bells and whistles; enclosed gazebo with lounging furniture, hot tub and flowers that smelled like heaven.
We liked having nice things and it showed. Evan took off her hat, placing it carefully in the back seat and then she put her arms around me and helped me up the porch stairs. I didn’t give a damn when I allowed myself to enjoy the contact. Evan’s arms were strong and tight and I leaned right into that strong grip! Evan’s arms around my body felt like men’s arms, not women’s. I limped along on the pad of my feet since the glass was imbedded in my heel. I was just happy that the blood had stopped flowing. I could see that Evan was impressed as I led her through the house and to the bathroom.
“It’s quiet.” She said while looking around.
“Yeah, my roommates are out getting smashed, I’m sure.”
I sat on the edge of the tub and turned on the water putting my filthy feet under the warm flow. Fuck, I’m a baby and I screeched when it started stinging again.
She grabbed a towel and sat down on the edge of the tub as well.
“Let me see.” I slowly placed my foot on her lap where she had folded the towel over it. She was squinting at my food and not seeming to be disgusted. “Do you have tweezers? And alcohol.”
I made a face. “There’s a manicure set in the medicine chest. Alcohol in the hall closet.” Evan went out to retrieve the items and returned with cotton balls as well and bandages.
A man…hmmm…a man probably would not have known to have all of that.
She sat back down and gently took my feet. I closed my eyes—actually squeezed them shut and felt the tweezers hitting the solid piece of glass. God it must be big! I felt a sharp pain and flinched. Evan’s grip on my ankle tightened.
“Be still. Don’t move, I almost have it.” She murmured. “There. Done.” She held up the bloodied sliver of green for my inspection. It wasn’t even half an inch in length. But it was covered in my blood and therefore disgusting. I grimaced and felt my stomach flip flop. God…don’t even think about puking. I’d already embarrassed myself enough tonight!
She picked up the alcohol and gave me a worried look. So she already knew that I was a big baby.
“What are you about to do?” I whispered.
“I was going to pour this over your heel and into the wound while it’s still open. I’ll do it fast.”
Evan moved my foot over to the tub so that the liquid would end up there instead of her pants.
“Oh, wait…” I stalled.
She chuckled a completely masculine sound. “Come on, sweetie. Let me finish this and then we’ll get it wrapped up for you and it will all be over.” My attention moved from my stinging foot to Evan’s smiling face and that quickly she poured half a bottle of alcohol over the cut! I screamed but only for a second. Then I just made pathetic groaning sounds; ow ow ow repetitively until the stinging stopped. Evan’s hand was stroking my leg gently.
“Shh, Brianna. I’m almost done here.” I don’t even think she knew she was doing it; stroking my leg with one hand, dabbing at the cut with a cotton ball and cooing to me like I was a hurt kitten. It really had a strange effect on me. This is a female, but she was every bit a man to me. Maybe that was not the right way to see it—maybe it would piss her off to know it, or maybe not, but I really wanted to be with her. And for me it was settled. There was nothing about her that I didn’t like and therefore I didn’t care about anything else.
~Evan~
I really liked Brianna’s house. It reminded me of the condo I shared back in Florida with two friends. It wasn’t this nice but we kept it up since we all liked having visitors and parties. As I helped Brianna through the house, my arms around her soft body, I couldn’t help thinking that she felt good. I mentioned that I like girlie girls…well I’m a sucker for a femme fatale. Still, straight girls are just too much trouble so I kept my mind focused.
It was hard. When we got to the bathroom and she placed her foot on my lap I could see straight up her skirt and I kept thinking about how curvy and sexy she was; much curvier then the toned and hyper athletic girls back home. But I don’t mean this in a bad way. She was very hot; even with the extra few pounds—or maybe because of it. Anyhow, when she started getting all teary-eyed it did take all of my control not to take her in my arms and kiss away all of those tears. Yet I didn’t want to hear her tell me a week later that I had pushed her. That would never happen to me again.
Her cut wasn’t really that bad, deep though, and I didn’t have to use the bandages I found. I just placed a Band-Aid on it.
“Did it stop bleeding?” She asked with a grimace etched on her pretty brown face. Brianna had the blackest eyes I’d ever seen and a pretty mouth with full lips. Her nose was straight which helped to defy the roundness of her face. I liked the way her dark skin looked, still glowing from all of that sweating we’d just recently done. Then the next thought I had made me want to get up and just leave.
“Yep. Stand up.” I offered her my hand and she took it and stood. Then she limped using her toes and keeping her heel from the floor. “Put a white sock on that foot and will keep the bandage in tact.”
“Good idea.”
“I gotta go.” I shoved my hands in my pocket and headed out of the small bathroom. Her smell was beginning to effect me; it was a tantalizing intermingling of her sweat and Gwen Steffani’s Harajuku lovers; Li’l Angels, I believe. One of my roommates only wore Gwen Steffani. I was liking the way she smelled…a little too much.
~Brianna~
I felt my heart plunge when Evan said she had to go. There was still so much that I wanted to know about her. “Evan. I wish you would stay.” She was standing at the front door and I at the top of the stairs.
“What do you want from me Brianna?”
I walked down the stairs, carefully. When I was standing right in front of her I answered truthfully.
“Everything.”
Evan’s grey eyes stared deeply into mine; as deeply as anyone had ever cared to do. She suddenly reached out and placed her hands into my hair and pulled my head until our mouths came slamming down on each other! I gasped at the power behind that kiss. Her mouth sucked at my lips, lapping them, pulling them into her own and I felt my hands move to her hair.
Evan turned us until I was pressed against the door and her hand lightly stroked at the exposed flesh of my midsection. I started trembling, shivering at the contact. Her lips moved to my collarbone and I felt her tongue flick out and I cried out in pleasure. Oh my god, no one had ever made me cry out from just a kiss!
Evan groaned and I felt her hands move down and around to clutch my ass, hands moving beneath my skirt. She firmly fondled me, her fingers creeping beneath the thin fabric of my panties to tease me lightly. I didn’t know where to touch first so I ran my hands down her taut back and then up under her shirt. She was wearing a wife beater and I hesitantly moved my fingers beneath it. Her stomach seemed to lurch beneath my touch and she groaned again. She grabbed my wrist and moved my hand above my head where she pinned me there lightly. For a moment she stopped kissing me and watched me with my hands pinned above my head, grey eyes now dark and stormy, lips now bruised and swollen. I wanted to kiss them again…
“What do you want, Brianna? Do you want to do this, because…” she swallowed. “I don’t want any regrets.”
I closed my eyes and then opened them, looking at her hard. “I want you.” I took her hand and led her back up the stairs until we reached my bedroom. There was a night light plugged in; a little kid in a rocket ship. My room was a little more cluttered then the rest of the house and I had to move some clothes from my bed to the chair. I stood in front of Evan nervously. She’d done this before, not me, so I waited for her guidance. She just watched me; the way a man watches a woman that is thoroughly sexy and that made me feel good. I hadn’t always been sure that she had ever noticed how I looked so I was pleased to see that there was definite attraction there.
I reached behind me and unzipped the short skirt. I let it drop to the floor and then swept off the baby Tee and let it drop on the floor. I was standing there in black bikini panties and matching black bra. Evan’s eyes scanned my form and then she crouched to unlace her black boots. She kicked out of the shoes and then pulled off the bowling shirt. My eyes were focused on her form. It was obvious that she worked out and I think I understood why; it kept her breasts small and tight. She was an easy A cup and wasn’t wearing a bra. I could see the impression of her nipples and because they belonged to Evan it made me tingle even more.
She watched me and then unzipped her pants, pulling them down and off, tossing them onto the nearby chair. I smiled and covered my mouth. She was wearing bright red Calvin Klein boxer briefs. She smiled slightly and swept off her undies. She stood there with her hip cocked to the side allowing me to absorb the sight of her.
Yeah. She was a girl. I looked at her face. And she was Evan and she was giving me a serious look. I closed the space between us and ran my finger down her sculptured belly until she sucked in an almost pained breath. She bit her lip and her eyes hooded. She grabbed me quickly and pulled me into her arms, kissing me urgently yet gently. Her hands moved behind me and up to my bra where she unlatched it one handed. Without breaking the kiss I slipped out of it and I felt Evan’s hands cupping one breast. Her thumb gently worked the nipple and I felt myself trembling again.
She kissed a trail down my neck and over my collarbone, her lips finally drawing one of my nipples into her warm mouth. She kissed and licked and sucked it so gently that my legs buckled. Wonder of wonders she caught me and moved us both to the bed.
The light was dim but easy enough to see her watching me as I lay on my back. Her fingers traced the lines of my body and I groaned. She leaned forward and kissed me lightly, her lips moving over my chin and down my neck. I lay there squirming and biting back my moans. My body was so overly sensitized that if Evan was a man I would have been reaching for his cock and stroking it in time to the pulsing of my body. Instead my hands moved restlessly along the bed as Evan’s lips moved to my breast again.
She peeked at me while capturing one nipple between her teeth.
“Ohhh!” I groaned loudly. She released me and moved to the other, lapping and sucking me lightly. I was a moaner and I loved having my nipples teased. She was hitting all of my spots so I let her know just how much I was loving it.
~Evan~
There was something about the way that Brianna said she wanted everything that let me know that she wasn’t kidding. In that moment I wanted her in the worse way. She was the perfect mixture of innocence and womanliness that drove me nuts. Even her room was a reflection of her coolness and style. She had a Hello Kitty bed spread for gods sakes! I loved it! There was a white fur lined mirror and a dresser filled to overflowing with all kinds of pretties. I found myself wanting to explore her the same way that I wanted to explore her room.
I knew that I was making her feel good because she told me; with her moans and the trembling of her body. I was so turned on that I found myself clenching down low even before I ever got to taste her. I needed to know if the delights between her juicy thighs were as big as the rest of her. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not talking about her vagina. I’m referring to her labia lips. I love kissing lips; both kinds. Usually women love having those small shaved lips that have no substance. But every once in a while you will meet that rare woman that has huge full lips that are dying to be sucked…
But first I feasted on her breast. She had huge nipples and when they puckered they fit into my mouth nicely. The salty and sweet taste of her skin was hard to resist. I paused a moment to straddle her thigh, using mine to lightly rub between her legs. She moaned and my thigh was instantly smeared with her juices. I rolled my hips forward and I brushed her thigh with my own wet pussy. She raised it slightly for me and I mimicked the fucking motion that I’m sure she was used to. I knew I had left my own essence smeared along her thigh.
I felt her clutch my thigh between hers and she began rocking and gyrating against it. Damn…it was so hot that I was tempted to let her climax but I had to satisfy my curiosity so I slipped from her grasp and slid down her body, kissing a trail with both my lips and my tongue until I reached her neatly trimmed mound.
I smiled happily and peeked at her as she continued to gyrate, begging me silently with those big dark eyes of hers to get her off. It would be my pleasure. She had the biggest, wettest pussy lips that I’d ever seen.
~Brianna~
I bucked and gyrated when Evan’s tongue parted my lower lips, but when she lightly sucked my clit I exploded into a million pieces! I’d never come so quickly or so hard! One second I was pushing my feet against the mattress, trying to thrust myself further into her mouth and the next I was seizing and yelling like an epileptic! I thought she’d let me come down off of it after a moment but it didn’t work like that with her. Once I thought I would die if she didn’t stop sucking my clit, she placed her thumb directly over it, pressing firmly enough that I was in after-shocks but not hard enough to push me back into the climax. Then she moved back up to kiss me, fingers still pressed firmly in place.
I could barely catch my breath but her mouth on mine and the thorough way that she kissed me took all of my attention; at least until she pressed my clit and my body bucked and began seizing again as if she had her hand on a trigger. Fuck! What had she done to me?! I tried to move away but before I could she spoke.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Bfol bo fream…” I was stuttering nonsense words and she lightened up the pressure and immediately my body relaxed. I placed my hand on her wrist then, moving it away and once the pressure was gone I felt completely lucid. But that didn’t mean that I was finished. I looked at her and then rolled over until I was covering her. She seemed surprised but fell onto her back easily. I kissed her gently, softly, knowing that she was probably very turned on and that I would be driving her nuts by moving slowly like this. I made sure to place my thigh between hers and was rewarded when she captured me tightly between her clenched legs and began grinding against me.
Evan was trimmed close like me and I could feel her wet hairs and then the way her body blossomed and opened and her wetness seemed to glide over me. I mimicked the move breathlessly and then without a will of my own my mouth lowered onto her tight pink nipple. Evan paused. I wasn’t sure if she liked this. Maybe she didn’t like her breasts touched. I peeked at her, still gripping her firmly between my lips. She was watching me expectantly and then I flicked her with my tongue and she threw her head back and groaned. I felt her body shiver and an instant later she was bucking beneath me. My own clit went into overdrive and I came again- crashing right along with her!
Our bodies began to calm yet she continued to rub herself lightly against me. It reminded me of a kitty that needed patting. So I continued rubbing against her. Then she looked at me with hooded eyes and kissed me.
“You’re beautiful.”
I gave her an amazed look. “So are you.”
She chuckled and I sat up, resting my hand on her bent knee. She placed her hands behind her head, waiting for me to make the next move, I guess. I allowed my eyes to take in her body. Despite the fact that she had small breast and lacked a cock I felt that I was staring at a man. Evan made one heluva fine guy is all I can say!
I trailed my fingers over her ribcage and her body jerked slightly.
“What’s your real name?”
Her eyes twinkled. “What do you think it is?”
“Evan…hmmm…Evelyn?”
She nodded. “But I had it changed years ago.”
“Do you…want a sex change?”
“No. I like who I am. Besides female to male cocks are ugly as hell.”
“Did you mind when I touched your breasts?”
She gave me a surprised look. “No. I loved it.”
I allowed my hand to trail down her thigh. “You made me cum. Very fast.”
She smiled. “I need a cigarette, Brianna. Then we can resume this conversation if you want.” She got up and reached for her undies.
“Wait. We can go out back and not have to get dressed. Don’t worry, it’s private.”
Evan grabbed her pack of cigarettes and we left the room totally naked; me still limping. She seemed completely at home with her nudity. Once outside she took a moment to look around while I removed the cover from the Jacuzzi.
“Shall we?”
Evan shrugged. “Sure.”
“Ok. Be right back. I want to get us something to drink and towels.” I dashed away and when I returned Evan was sitting comfortably on the chaise, body long and lean and stretched while a cigarette dangled from her lips.
“I brought you a beer.” I headed for the Jacuzzi.
“I thought you weren’t supposed to drink and…Jacuzzi.”
I looked behind me, halfway in the warm bubbling water. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
She put out the cigarette and came over to join me, I picked up the remote to the disc changer and put on something I thought Evan might like; Band of Horses, No One’s Going to Love You. She cocked her head to the side.
“Tell me about yourself Brianna?” She watched me as if she was really interested.
~Evan~
I felt good for the first time…well, in a while. I felt very comfortable around Brianna and the music and beers didn’t hurt. I asked her why she was single and she scowled and told me that the guys she liked didn’t always like her.
I made a face along with her. “That sucks.”
“What about you?” She asked. “You don’t have a girlfriend?”
“Nope.
“Why?”
I swam over until I was sitting opposite her and I used my toes to tickle her ankles. “Because…” I sighed. “I’m not in Florida where everyone I know lives.”
“There are nice women up here.” She said. I felt her toes grazing my foot.
I gave her an innocent look. “Anyone in particular?”
“Me.”
She thoroughly surprised me. “Are you drunk?”
She laughed. “I’ve been more drunk.” Then she moved across the jacuzzi and straddled me. I cupped her ass in my hands, loving the fullness of her body and I definitely wasn’t complaining that her chocolaty boobs were in my face. “I want to be your girlfriend.”
I didn’t respond verbally. I did lean forward to capture a pert nipple into my mouth and I heard her sigh in pleasure.
“You make me feel good Evan.”
“Brianna…” I sighed. “Just, don’t be so quick to jump into something you don’t completely understand.”
“Why are you so scared?” She kissed me lightly, attempting to seduce me or sidetrack me.
“You want to be my girlfriend?”
“Yes.” I heard an excited breath catch in her chest.
“Then ask me tomorrow.”
She rolled her eyes and then kissed me. I leaned back and spread my legs so that our pussy’s could touch. She caught on and moved one leg beneath mine and pressed herself against me until our clits were pressed to each other. Immediately Brianna began to tremble and quake.
“God…” I gripped her ass and held her in place as she moaned loudly. “You are so fucking sexy…” I kissed her and held her until the shudders became earthquakes and her body began a familiar bucking and she keened loudly as she climaxed. Listening to her cum caused my own body to jerk and explode and I gulped down air and tried not to yell and scream with her—but I couldn’t help myself when I peeled out a loud yell.
“Fuck…fuck…” I panted. And then we saw a Band-Aid floating between us. Brianna screeched and scrambled away from it even though it was hers—I hope.
“Ugh…” I grimaced. “That was gross.” I climbed out of the jacuzzi. She was already standing on the side of it with a disgusted look on her face. “Dude, you better grab your Band-Aid before your roommates find it and think it belongs to me.”
“I’m not touching it.” She bounced on her feet.
I rolled my eyes. “You’re such a girl.” I climbed back inside and scooped it out. “There, Princess. I got it. Where’s the trash?” She pointed back in the house and I padded inside, sopping wet and leaving footprints. When I got to the kitchen I tossed it and Brianna was standing in the doorway smiling. I hated the way my heartbeat sped up. Fuck…I’m not ready to fall in love again.
~Brianna~
We showered and she got down on her knees and kissed and licked between my thighs again. I slipped my soapy fingers between hers, and then up inside, curios as to whether she’d have an intact hymen. She was no virgin. Afterwards, even though it was after 3 am and we were both pretty tired, we climbed back into my bed and talked. Evan lay on her side and watched me intently when I talked about myself, but when I asked her about Florida and moving up here she got tense and clammed up.
“Why’d you transfer to the Covington office, of all places?”
She propped herself up on the pillow. “Well I was born in Kentucky. Hebron.” She looked around anxiously. “Look, can I smoke?”
“Yeah.” I quickly climbed out of bed and went for an empty clay dish for her to use as an ashtray. She smoked a lot. “Here.” I climbed back into bed and snuggled into her arms and looked up into her serious grey eyes. She put her arms around me and stroked my arms.
“I came up for my Dad’s funeral.”
“Oh. I’m so sorry to hear that.”
“Well he wasn’t actually dead when I came up, but in hospice, so it was going to be soon. I didn’t want to go back down and family seemed important at the time. So I put in my transfer request due to hardship.” She was quiet for a moment and then she looked at me.
“My Dad and I didn’t have a very good relationship at the end. When I was little I was his Princess. My mother died before I even knew her and so we kind of depended on each other. Then he met my stepmother and she had some kids and it was around that time that I came out.” She took a deep draw from the cigarette and then squished it out.
“But, he couldn’t really accept it so I packed my shit and moved as far away as I could—which was Florida. And I never came back. We talked a few times a year but it was never comfortable. Then he called and told me that he had it; lung cancer. And I considered the idea of never seeing my Dad again…and I didn’t like it.” Her eyes were glassy but she didn’t look like someone who would easily cry. When I was with him those last few days; I thought how stupid I was to waste my opportunities to be with him.
“I’m glad I came up and got to see him alive, even though he was so sick, and I hated seeing him in pain. But I got to say goodbye.” She looked at me and gave me a wry smile which I returned. “Then my stepmother sat me down and had a little heart to heart where she told me that she had always thought of herself as my mother and that I could always call on her if I needed her…but I couldn’t stay there at the farm because she had young daughters and while she didn’t think I’d do anything to them—well that they were just too impressionable and that I was good in her book, but she didn’t want my step sister’s confused.”
I gave her an incredulous look. “She waited until your dad had died and you had moved up here before she told you any of that?” Evan nodded. “Pardon me for saying this, but she is a straight up bitch. No! She’s BI-A-TCH!” Evan threw her head back and laughed so hard that the tears she had tried not to shed fell anyway. She covered her face and I saw it crumble and then a sob caught in her throat.
“She wouldn’t have dared said that if Dad had been alive…” And then Evan started crying and I pulled her into my arms.
“Shh. It’s going to be alright.” I said it so firmly that I heard her sobs stop. “I’m going to get some friends together and we gonna roll out there to Hebron and beat that skanks ass!” Evan looked at me and chuckled.
“God, you’re insane.” She kissed me once. “Thank you.” This time I pulled her into my arms.
“Go to sleep.” I stroked her short cropped hair and her body began to relax by small degrees, then her eyes began to droop and soon I heard her even breathing. Holding Evan like this was not anything I’d ever imagine doing. I never had any fantasies about being with a woman. I don’t think of myself as a lesbian. I just have a deep attraction for this cool individual that looks like a guy but happens to be a girl. And if that makes me gay, then so be it.
~Evan~
When I woke up I was completely disoriented; not the first time for that. I’ve woken up in women’s beds that I didn’t even remember meeting. But I remembered everything about last night. I remembered how hard Brianna came when I touched her; as if she’d never been touched before. I’m sure she has…but not in the way that I did. More importantly then sex is that I remembered that she let me be myself.
When I opened my eyes, it was to see her normally straight hair transformed from the shower last night into pretty, wild curls. I liked it a lot better and ran my fingers gently through it. She opened her eyes, squinting a bit, but she still smiled at me.
“What time is it?” She croaked.
I peeked across her body to her alarm clock. “11:03 am.”
“Damn!” She sat up quickly and rubbed her face. “Um…do you want to go to breakfast?”
I grimaced. “No.”
She had climbed out of bed and was rummaging through drawers and she stopped and looked at me with a worried look.
“I’d rather go to lunch.” I replied and her face brightened.
“Let’s go to Hamburger Mary’s! They have brunch on Saturdays!”
I was pulling on yesterday’s underwear. “I need to go home and change.” And I had to return Chastity’s car before she skinned me alive. I paused in zipping up my pants. Did I want to have brunch with Brianna? Yeah, I did. “You can follow me to my cousin’s apartment and I can drop off her car. You do have a car, right?”
She grinned. “Yeah. I got a car.” I gave her a sideways look.
“Okay.”
After we were dressed we left the bedroom. Some girl was sprawled out on the living room couch watching a big screen television. Her hair was all over her head and it was obvious that she’d just rolled out of bed. She was the type of pretty girl that required a great deal of makeup. Without it she was just ok looking. She did have the thin body type that I normally went for and she had a great pouf of auburn hair and pretty green eyes.
When she saw us, she almost fell off the couch and grabbed at her bed-head.
“Bri! I didn’t know you had company!” She tried to pat down her hair. You could tell that she hated being seen if she was less than perfect.
Brianna took my hand. “This is Evan.”
“Evan. Cool, nice to meet you.”
“Hi…um…”
“Lilly.”
I waved at her briefly. “Nice to meet you Lilly.”
Brianna was biting her lip and bouncing up and down. She was wearing jeans shorts and a halter with the back out. Once I told her that I loved her hair the way it was, she rubbed some moisturizer in it then pulled it back with a scarf.
“Evan, can I tell her?!”
I gave her a surprised look. “Yeah, of course.”
“Evan is a girl!” She practically screamed.
Lilly gave her a confused look. “Huh?”
“Evan is not a guy.”
Lilly gave me an opened mouth look. I just nodded.
“No fucking WAY!” They spent like a full minute going back and forth with ‘Yes she is.’ ‘No fucking way.’ ‘No, really she is.’ ‘I don’t fucking believe it.’ Yes I was bored with it, but I’d lived this scene half a million times over already and Brianna hadn’t. I finally did grab her hand.
“If we’re going to make brunch, we better get going.”
“Oh yeah!”
Lilly pointed at her. “O.M.G. You are such a straight up lesbo! Oops!” She covered her mouth and gave me an apologetic look. “Sorry…my big mouth.” I waved away her comments. I knew the difference between all-in-good-fun, and serious name calling. But when I got outside I was in serious need of a cigarette. I gave Brianna brief instructions to my apartment and she knew just exactly where I lived. She beat me there actually. When I saw her car I understood her reason for smiling; she drove a Mini Cooper…and why was I not surprised?
When I stepped out of Chastity’s hooptie I saw the look Brianna had when she stared up at the building that I had called home for the last month. I stared with her and we both wore the same grim expression.
“Come on.” I gestured for her to follow me if she had a mind to. She did. When we got upstairs I unlocked and then unbolted the door. Since living here I kept it picked up, but it was still nothing to brag about. It was a furnished efficiency and the upholstery was ragged ten years ago.
“Um…” I looked around. “So I won’t be long.” I went to the bedroom. Chastity and Charlieboy were still crashed on the bed and I thought to myself that the sheets would be changed before I dared climb into that bed again. They were both nude, barely concealed by the bedsheet, so I closed the bedroom door so that Brianna wouldn’t have to catch sight of Charlieboy’s pale, weeny. Yikes, why anyone would want that thing in them was a complete mystery to me. I wouldn’t want Charlieboy in me. Period. He was Kid Rock but with a gut and bad teeth.
Quietly I grabbed some clothes and then moved to the bathroom to quickly change. I got freshened up in record time and then grabbed Brianna’s hand and quickly ushered her out. When we were in her Mini Cooper she gave me an appraising look.
“So…that’s where you live. Somehow I pictured something a lot cooler.”
I chuckled. “I used to live a lot different…just about a month ago. But I’ve been…a little sidetracked.”
“Your Dad?”
I nodded. But I was ashamed that I’d given up in the way that I had. I’d sold most of my things to get the money to get up here but I wasn’t exactly broke. I was just lazy. Chastity had said, ‘Come crash with me Couz’, and I had…literally.
“Evan…remember what we talked about last night?”
“We talked about a lot.”
“About asking you a question. You told me to wait until today to ask it. Now it’s today.”
I turned to her. “You want to be my girlfriend?”
She drove with a serious expression on her face. “And I’m not drunk. So I can say this with all clarity; Yes. I want to be your girlfriend.” She glanced at me. “Don’t you like me?”
“Yeah. Of course I do. You’re the only person that I’ve met up here that I even want to like. But I’m gay and you’re not.”
She smirked at me. “Whatever. I don’t have to be gay to be with you. I don’t want any other woman so why do I have to be gay? I want you; male or female.”
I blinked at her and then reached for a cigarette. Her rationale made no sense—and yet it did.
“Okay.” I looked out the window and then reached over and touched her hand. Our fingertips intertwined and I smiled. Fuck it. This straight girl made me feel good. Yeah.
THE END