I swore that I was looking at an angel….a very naughty looking angel, but an angel nonetheless.  She was leaning against the doorjamb, holding my boxer shorts, wearing this cute, little white bandeau-style bikini top with a matching sarong, her hair pulled back in a messy but hot, French twist and a colorful towel thrown over her shoulder.  As I took in that sexy smirk and really became aware of the woman before me, the fog that had enveloped my senses began to lift.  Not just now, in this moment (although I think it would later be clear to me that it was a huge catalyst), but all the doubts I’d been feeling and questions I’d been asking of myself for years now. I may have been attracted to, had crushes on, and yes even dated and had sex with men so far in my life; but not a single one of them ever made me feel the way I do now with this woman looking at me the way she is.  Taking in that look and the way my body is responding to her look, I think that I’m in serious trouble!

Finally the power of speech returned to me as I noticed her walking closer to me and realized she was saying something to me.  I only caught the first or middle part, I think, of what she had said, because even though it was only a matter of 10 or 12 feet between us initially, my mind was playing it in slow-motion, taking in the sway of her hips and she had an incredible walk.  But as I noticed her holding the boxers out towards me, I assumed it was in reference to them and as I reached my hand towards her for them I acknowledged what I had heard and said, “Well it’s your lucky, well I guess actually my lucky day, those are indeed my boxers. Thank you so much for finding them! Even though I think it’s pretty deserted around here now, if I’d attempted to make it back to my apartment like this, knowing Murphy’s Law I would’ve run into somebody en route and that would have been so incredibly embarrassing….not that this isn’t bad enough either…in fact, I can’t believe that I’m still standing here..talking to you in my underwear...oh God, Oh GOD….”  As I let out my rapid-fire speech and finally took notice of what I was saying, I remembered what was on the back of these particular boyshorts and closed my eyes, shaking my head as if I could will myself out of this mortifying situation.  Trying to regulate my breathing, I could feel my face getting warm, as the blush was sure to be present.

Watching her stumbling over her words and the way she rambled on, my crush grew that much larger, she was just so unbelievably cute!  Getting a little ahead of myself, I allowed myself to wonder how she would react if I kissed her to shut her up?  Since she seemed to have run out of steam, and appearing to be embarrassed by her outburst, I said to her, “No I think you had it right the first time – it is certainly my lucky day to have found these boxer shorts and their gorgeous owner. And trust me when I say that the sight of you as you are, is nothing to be embarrassed by!”  I knew that I was being bold, really bold, but as my older brother always told me, “Go big or go home!”  I knew that I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by to express my interest in her.  I only hoped that I wasn’t wrong in my guess/ wish that she is at the very least bi, if not gay, and that she wasn’t put off by my flirtation. 

She gave an apprehensive laugh as she finally opened her eyes and raised her head to look at me. I wasn’t sure if the nerves were due to what I’d just said or due to that verbal sprint.  I had a feeling what I was about to say would truly tip the scales, but ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’….”Hey don’t worry, I don’t bite, unless you’re asking?”……Jesus, what mutant flirt has taken over me?!?!  After that statement, her eyes went wide as she looked down at the floor again, gulped and then looked up at me again and flashed a tentative smile my way as she said….

“I think that I should probably put these on now…”

Taking the boxers out of my hand, she gave another small smile as she sort of half turned away from me to put her shorts on.  As if the sight of her bent over once wasn’t enough, all of a sudden there it was again, that splendid and oh so perky bottom.  I knew that I should have turned away, looked elsewhere, done anything but stare at her amazing ass, but I just could not help myself.  Thankfully I was aware enough to bring my gaze back up to eye level as she turned around.  Now, somewhat more modestly clothed, she smiled my way again.  Only this was no ordinary smile, this was a…I don’t know what it was, I was at a complete loss for a fitting adjective, words literally failed me to describe that smile; I felt wholly stunned.  Then she spoke again, and the voice of this goddess brought me back to earth as she extended her hand to me, saying….

“Considering you’ve seen me practically naked, introductions are probably appropriate?!  I’m Bette Porter, I live in 501...and you are?”