Part 20 - For context, see my profile.
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He broke my moment of silence and said, “Red, I know this has been a lot for you and I refuse to put you through any more pressure. Let’s take a walk and just enjoy each other's presence. Would you like that?”

I responded slowly and sheepishly, “I would like that, but can we just sit here for one more moment?” Hey, I was enjoying the physical closeness and warmth.

He said, “Of course we can beautiful… take your time,” and pulled my head so it would rest on his shoulder…

As we sat there, I soaked in the moment—his scent, the warmth of his presence, the simple comfort of physical contact. I hadn’t realized how much I needed this, not since that night with my ex-best friend (and no, he is not my ex). There may have been some truth when Gabriel said that sometimes I don’t know what I need.

Inside, though, I was a mess. I couldn’t lie to myself—I knew I wanted this, wanted him in my life—but the whole polyamory thing? That was a hurdle I wasn’t sure I could clear. It wasn’t even about his polyamory, I think I understood that. It was my own jealousy that got in the way. How could I share someone I cared about? It felt so… unnatural.

Was he right? Was my jealousy rooted in insecurity or low self-esteem? Could I really overcome it? I had so many questions spinning in my head.

As I rested my head on his shoulder, I quietly whispered, “I’m really enjoying this moment, Gabriel.”

He leaned in and whispered back, “Then say, ‘Thank you for this moment, Sir.’”

And yeah, you guessed it—I said it. And it felt… good. This was definitely something I’d need to analyze more when I got back home.

He responded, “You’re welcome, beautiful. I’m enjoying it too. Your scent is delightful. I could get used to this.”

I replied softly, “Me too, Sir… me too.”

He smiled and said, “Good girl. I really do want you to be my good girl, you know…”

The risk had been on my mind for a little while, so I said, “The risk is huge, you know? What if I fall for you, but then I can’t get over the jealousy? It would be very painful… I’d be taking all the risk.”

He took a second to think and said, “Red, don’t you think I’d be taking a risk too?” I replied with sarcasm, “Sure, sure… how so?” and he explained, “Well, if you decided to be with me and I invest a great deal of time, energy, and love into us, and then suddenly you realize that what we do is not for you, do you think I won’t hurt? What about my time and emotions?
Love is always a risk, ALWAYS, but if nothing else in life is worth it, love is.
You see it as a risk because you don’t know what I know, and likewise for me, it's a risk because I don’t know what you know, and I can’t see the future.
It’s a risk for both of us.
What makes it different for me is that I know the risk is worth it, but you don’t. That is why we need a little faith.”

I just laid my head back on his shoulder, soaking everything in. After a moment of comfortable silence, I asked, “Gabriel, why didn’t you want to be my friend? Isn’t that how these things are supposed to happen? I’d think if we started out as friends, this would be an easier, more slow transition… don’t you think?”

He took a deep breath, and I knew a big speech was coming. I was starting to understand his rhythm, and honestly, I understood where he was coming from. But I thought if he eased me into it, it might be easier for me, you know?

After a pause, he said, “Red, Red, Red… you don’t want me to be one of those guys online complaining about how you friendzoned me, do you?” (it was a big thing at the time).

I lifted my head from his shoulder, looked at him and said, “I don’t think I could do that to you.”

He quickly replied, “You never know, I’d rather be sure… Besides, I would much rather see YOU online complaining about how you had to slap me because of this…”

And then, without warning he just kissed me. He just FUCKING KISSED ME… I was in shock, it was really happening and I kissed him back.

When the kiss ended, I was completely speechless, but I loved every moment of it. I could tell he knew I wasn’t totally against it. He broke the silence and said, “Hm… no slap. I am definitely doing it again.” I still couldn’t speak; I just looked at him and nodded... And then he kissed me again.

The only way I can explain the feeling is that it was like a relief—like I’d been waiting for that kiss since we met. Electricity ran through my entire body; I just wanted to stay there forever.
This kiss was much longer than the first one, and I was so lost in the moment… until I realized he was running his fingernails up and down my inner thigh, and it was driving me crazy. I knew I should’ve moved his hand when I first realized it was resting on my leg… who was I kidding??? run those fucking nails!

I’m sure he knew what he was doing, turning me into a “juicy Red”, a “VERY juicy Red”… if you know what I mean… puddles!

For that moment, I completely forgot about every bit of hesitation I had about him, about the possibilities, everything… I was just living it and loving it… a lot. I swear, if he had asked me to do anything right then and there, I would’ve—right in the park. But who was I kidding? He wouldn’t have asked; he would’ve told me, and I would’ve said, “Yes, sir!”

The more he worked his fingernails, the more intense the kiss became for me. In my mind, that’s exactly what I wanted, and he was delivering!

Eventually, he broke the kiss and said, “Red, I can’t wait until you decide to be all mine,” and I blushed...

While still running his nails up and down my thigh, he kissed me again. I just couldn’t get enough of this… then he stopped the fingernail thing, but I didn’t care—I was in heaven.
Then I noticed that he moved his hand to my breast… he did not grab or squeeze it (granted my only experience was with my ex-best friend, and he grabbed like it was a stress toy), he simply caressed it right on my nipple, just teasing it and it drove me even crazier, somehow he knew exactly where it was… fuck!
We were going to need a canoe to get out of this park!

He broke the kiss again and said, “I’m really enjoying this, Red. I really can’t wait till you’re mine to do as I please.” Little did he know, at that moment, I was—WHATEVER HE WANTED!

Then he said, “Let’s get out of here… it’s getting late, and you have to get home.” Inside, I was screaming, “No, I don’t! The nail thing, do more! do more! do more!”

I’m telling you, I was so lost in the moment, ANYTHING he wanted, he could have.

He got up and helped me to my feet, and as we started walking, he offered me his arm. I took it, and for the first time ever, I felt like I belonged.

Don’t get me wrong, there was a part of me screaming that this wasn’t right, that I couldn’t deal with everything that came with this. But I told that part to STFU and let me enjoy my moment.

As we kept walking, I held his arm and laid my head on it… it felt good. I convinced myself that I could do this, at least for that night, and I’d deal with the aftermath in the morning.
Eventually, he asked if he could walk me home… I was nervous—what if Mom saw us? What would I say? But then I thought, Fuck it! Walk me home, Sir!

So, we walked, talked, and laughed, and he kissed me whenever he wanted, and I was VERY okay with it. It’s amazing what one little kiss can lead to… I mean, I was ready and willing!

Anyway, we got to my block, and I hesitated to let him see where I lived, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, so we just kept walking until we eventually reached my house. He asked if it was okay to walk me to my door, and at this point, there was no point in saying no, so he walked me to my door.

At the door, we said our goodbyes, and he kissed me some more—this time, one hand was on my face, and the other was at the small of my back, and I just couldn’t arch enough.

He said one final goodbye and with a confident, yet sarcastic smile he added, “Red, it’s such a shame you can’t make a decision tonight—it would’ve been perfect.” And I said, “Gabriel, I want to… I just don’t know what to do.”
He smiled and said, “Well, if you decide to be mine, you won’t have to worry about that—I’ll be telling you what to do.” We both laughed, but then he got serious and said, “Red, don’t stress too much about this. The answer will come to you when it’s time to decide. Regardless, I’m just a phone call away if you want to talk about it.”

And then he walked away, leaving me a big mess of confusion, emotions, thoughts, and wet panties.

to be continued...