It was just another day, nothing out of the ordinary. Cassie and I were sitting in our favorite corner burger joint, sipping chocolate milkshakes. She...was telling me about her latest crush. I was a late bloomer, not hooked on boys yet. Suddenly, my ears fell deaf, as my eyes fixated on her mouth - the way her lips turned up as she spoke. A strange tingling hit my tummy when her tongue shot out to lick a dollop of whipped cream from her upper lip. I didn't think much of it at the time. But, it. . uh ... I mean I ... can't ... find..."He stepped forward again, grasped the door edge. "Yes?"She's naked, huh?She slid to the side, kept her body hidden by the door. "I can't find my clothes. Please wait." It's okay." He placated. "Nothing to worry about, I assure you."He trod across the threshold, slowly. She glanced behind her."Well, I'm not the only one."He stepped fully into the room, slid around the door."Hmmm," he acted concerned. "No clothes at all?"She stood there, naked as a jaybird.. So when I got back from my trip out into the storm, she was waiting for me…She was wearing a shirt, no bra, her nipples jutting through the thin fabric. Again, she knows that drives me crazy. Her shorts were super short, exposing all of her beautiful tan legs. She was barefoot, and I could feel her heat as soon as I embraced her. It was obvious; I was not the only one horny.I didn’t say a word; I took her by the hand and lead her to the bedroom. Once at the foot of the bed, I kissed her. As I. Confused and excited. The longer the evening had gone on the more she had realized that Diana was looking at her, perhaps not as a man looks at woman, but something even more intimate. And oh, so much more exciting.They had walked from the restaurant to the bistro. The jazz they had found they both liked was wonderful but passed them by. The tension between her and Diana had reached a point where they could hardly speak. Each look spoke of something they felt but could not bring themselves to.