The more moments, the more threads. Enough threads created a cord. A cord created an attachment.I was patient. The second item on my bucket list would...take time.I moved on to the third and fourth on the list. The third was to fuck a celebrity. Local, national, didn’t matter. I met one two weeks later through a work friend. By accident. We bumped into her at the airport. She lived only a few miles away from me, I mean us. I took something “accidentally” from her and later called her to return. I take your head in my hands and slowly pull it away, coming to my feet and pulling you to yours. Without a word, I lead you to the bed.As we move to the bed, we quickly pull off what few clothes we have left. We fall together onto the bed, our mouths locked together, each of us feverishly caressing the other's body. I place one hand on your breast and with the other reach for your pussy. My fingers glide through your silky pubic hair and over your pussy to find your lips, already swollen with. He put his head down in shame like I was going to judge him or something.I leanted over grabbed another tool and whispered. Hey its cool man, you are what you are. And anyway I'm bi.Right after I whispered in his ear I saw light come to his eyes.I smiled at him, he smiled back at me.So I started asking what he likes about me.He listed:Everything, ur muscles, ur hair, the view u give me, the way u worked that crank.Hey alex, I got a confession, don't tell anyone.What , what is it and I won't, I. Oh Scott don't you see we were meant to be together. I've never felt this way about anyone." Their faces moved closer and closer together until their lips met in a kiss that was tentative at first, their lips just touching then retreating while their eyes traded the love they held for each other. Finally their lips crushed against each other with the passion normally reserved for old lovers. Seconds later their tongues met and traded back and forth until by some unknown signal the kiss ended..