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I was stirred by being near her, the dark shape of her head enticingly close to mine. Although she did not fit the mental image of her I had drawn based on the one photo she had sent me, I knew I was incredibly attracted. This was a woman I already loved, a special person and wonderful friend. We had both confessed attractions to women and once, we even spoke aloud the furtive notion that we might be attracted to each other if we ever met.


Armed with that knowledge of her thoughts, my body began to think for itself, and it was screaming out to my brain, "Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her!" But I could not act, due to my uncertainty of her feelings for me, my fear of opening Pandora's box and actually kissing a woman, and lastly, due to our timidity around each other that first day.

The next morning and afternoon, we were much more comfortable, perhaps because of our getting drunk on the beach together the night before or perhaps because our feelings for each other's faces finally caught up to our feelings for our voices! Her two children, parents, brother and sister-in-law were sharing the house with us. We spent a relaxed day together, enjoying the lack of activity.

That night she and I decided to venture forth and get a drink at Johnny O's, the local bar on the island. We were the life of that place on that night, laughing and sharing intimate stories. The bond was complete, and I thought she was one of the most amazing people I had ever met.

She looked gorgeous, and had put on makeup for the night, her eyes and mouth leaped out from her face and screamed "Look at me!" And I did. A lot. However, at this point my intentions were still to spend time with my best friend, and knew I could not jeopardize this with a clumsy advance.

We drove home. She wanted to walk on the beach, but as we decided to do that, a storm blew in. Lightening and thunder filled the sky -- we were enthralled. We took up positions on the floorboards of the screened-in back porch to watch the show. The entire house was quiet; it was late in the night. We were witnessing a magical event.

We attempted to recreate the air of camaraderie from the bar, but I found the entire scene far too stirring to concentrate. She and I were lying on the floor close to each other in the dark. Her disembodied voice floated to me, reminding me of so many conversations past and of how much I loved that voice. Her voice relaxed me, told me to trust her.

She chose this moment to ask me what she termed a "potentially embarrassing" question. "Megan," her soft, rich voice floated to my ears, "how do you feel about us right now?" I knew immediately the reference she was making: to that one time we had spoken about our potential attraction for each other.

After a thoughtful pause, my response was, "Very aroused." At those words, she said she wished we could hold each other that night, and wanted to feel that we were able to do that. The thought drove me wild, but I said rather shakily, "I think we can do that."

She said next, "I want to touch you." She moved her body, ever so slightly, a few inches towards me. Her hand touched my hair at the hairline and stroked backwards. It felt like velvet on my skin and her breath drifted warmly over my face. Her knee touched my left thigh. I felt electric currents running up my spine from that knee, and the hand was making me lose my breath. When her lips touched my forehead, I began to throb hard between my legs. I let out a shaky breath, and felt my body tremble. She felt it too, and said, "Are you okay? I don't want to do anything that would upset you, Megan. We can stop if you want."