Pulling Pieces (girlxgirl) Book 1 Puzzle Pieces

Chapter 3

I'm nervous as hell. If I'm really going out tonight, then this is going to be my very first date... with a woman. Does it make me gay? I haven't mentioned it to Tia, scared of what she might say. I don't know what I'm thinking when I agreed to see her. Maybe it's the hormones that go crazy whenever she's around. Just this time, I am going with the flow. This one time and it's over.

I hope I'm not under or overdressed. I don't have much of a wardrobe for parties and clubbing. I even forgot to ask her what I should wear. I have a few which I bought from the excess I earn from the coffee shop. I really hope this dress will do. It's not so much of a dress but it's nice and cheap. I feel comfortable the way the fabric reaches to my ankles. The baby blue dress with spots of little posies looks very cool in time for the summer. It's the only maxi dress that I have which looks well with my strappy flat sandals. Another first that I get to rummage my whole closet for this dress.

I'm not trying to look good for her. I want to look my best on my very first date, regardless of who I am with for that day. I hope it's not too revealing. It seems that I have the right amount of cleavage showing. Oh well, I don't care. I'm not dressing for her. I'm dressing for the occasion. Speaking of, I hope I'm not late or maybe she is not late.

I reach the cafeteria at around 5:07 which means to say I'm late for about seven minutes. I don't regret it anyways. At least she gets to wait for her date instead of the other way around. I can see her slumped in her seat waiting and looking impatient. Her soft looking hair curtaining her face, you would never have thought that she's exuding too much confidence if you are looking from the outside. How long she must have been waiting, I don't know. Who would have thought she's punctual? Still I can't miss the killer looks. She must have dressed carefully like me. She's wearing shorts good for walking along the beach kind. I can see the collar of the shirt she might be wearing inside another tee. It may be coincidence that she's wearing blue inside. But overall she looks neat. Too neat and too bright for the eyes. I'm not used to whites though.

I try to calm myself before walking towards her but as I take my first step to her, she looks my way and I feel like I'm melting. My breath gets hitched in my throat. I cough. This is way too embarrassing for my first date's impression. My hands turn to water as I bear her eyes on me. I hesitated to move another step since her stares turn my knees into jelly.

She stands and saunters to me instead, offering her arm for me to take. "You look very nice." She exhales as if she had been holding her breath for so long but is suddenly relieved. Additionally, I feel warmer than the hot night air. Her gaze holds me fiercely that it's almost sensual. It's a strange feeling that I hoped I had worn liners. This is way too warm for comfort. I fidget beside her trying to think of a reply. She smells of fresh soap and toothpaste like she just got out of the shower. I chastise myself from thinking of leaning on her for a long whiff.

"Thank you." I mumble even if I am not sure if I gave the right response.

I don't know where we are heading but I trust her and let her lead the way. She offers her arm and having second thoughts, I link my arm and feel her relax. It's the first time we touched and already I'm feeling like being electrocuted inside. I shiver but I try to hide it. She smells calming. It doesn't have to be a big deal but why can't I breathe properly. I'm being light headed and it seems my heart is stuck and malfunctioning. I'm not gay, right? Since when do I have to ask that? Since when was I even unsure?

"Penny for your thoughts?" She says as we reach the parking lot. I'm not into branding or what, but I appreciate the sleek look of the blue car. I don't even realize that we are about to ride a car and that she even owns one. I haven't asked her yet if she's also a student here or what. I smile and take a step back grateful, as she opens the door for me.

As I sink in, the car perfume that greets me is amazingly sweet but surprisingly gentle to the nose. I for one is not fond of perfumes but this one seems to relax me on the spot. She goes gets in the other door and smiles at me once she starts the engine. Her excitement is infectious. I have lots of thoughts going on but I don't know how I'd ask or voice them out.

It seems a little too late for questions when I am already inside the car going on a date with her. Instead I start the awkwardness with a straight forward question of "Why me?" and as expected, she looks at me and smiles shaking her head. I can see that this has been her habit every time she looks at me, or whenever I ask her something that supposed to be answered by anything sarcastic. I'm sure I'm missing something obvious but I really don't get it.

"Why not?" is just her short reply looking back on the road. She seems to be amused about my way of thoughts that she can't answer me with a reasonable one. She turns on her player and slow music plays. Do I look like I'm panicking that she wants me to be relaxed by it? "You seem to have a long trail of questions running inside your head. I think that those questions can wait for later after we're done dinner." She says providing me the right time to bombard her with my questions. Maybe she wants a full stomach before answering everything.

I sigh and look out the window. I still don't know where we are going. I haven't left any information with Tia if ever I go missing. Who knows my whereabouts if ever I get killed? My train of thoughts are really messed up recently? She doesn't look like a murderer and I didn't do anything against her to give her motives. It wasn't until now that I realize I have gone paranoid in just a week after meeting this girl.

My thoughts are interrupted when the car stops and she opens the door for me. She again offers her arm and hesitant as I was to feel the current again, I take it as we go inside a seaside restaurant. It's beautiful that I didn't expect to see a garden restaurant near the university. She really must know the right spots around here. Maybe she brings her dates in similar places.

"Nice." I say complimenting the place and her taste of location when I take the seat she pulls for me.

"Thanks. There are nicer places around than this one. We will try to go there next time." She smiles knowingly looking at me and I cannot find my tongue again. It shrinks back to the farthest it can reach my throat. So she assumed that there will be a next time? "So, where are we? Do you mind ordering first or do you want to start asking the questions?" she asks. I try to find my voice as I sink into my seat and cross my arms trying to look brave and defiant.

"Blake." I roll it out my tongue so I'll get used to it if I'm going to see her again. She smiles and nods looking at me from under her lashes like she wants the sound of it on my lips. "Blake what? I mean is it just Blake or do you have any last name? Is it just a nickname or pet name? I really don't know much about you aside from you are very persistent into taking me out, even if I'm not sure really why." I start to lunge forward and cross my arms over the table with my face a little closer. I look at her like I'm trying hard to memorize the face and what could be hidden behind it. She has perfectly arched eyebrows but I don't think it's the best part of her that I can see. Her dark green eyes are like moss under a shallow pond and she's not blinking as I take a real look at her. It seems we are doing the same thing with each other. I just look a lot more curious than her. She seems unmoving as if she gives me this chance to study her. Then her eyes drop to my chest and I notice them darken. I forgot that I am wearing a revealing dress. I tried to lean back into my chair not giving her wrong motives.

Her breath hitches, "Sinclair." she says, breathing out her last name huskily. "Blake Sinclair."

I nod shyly, aware of the sudden tension crackling in the air. "Hi Blake. I'm Lana Valentine." I manage to straighten and hold out my hand. She takes it and to my surprise flips it and kisses my palm. I took my hand back as if burned. The warmth seems to crawl in my arms and into my shoulders in a delicious way. I looked down feeling burned from looking at her.

"Pleasure meeting you." She half smiles and looks away giving me time to observe her. She has a very sexy nose if noses can be sexy. A little small but it's straight. It fits her. She can use it to her advantage since it completes her arrogant stature.

I have little features on the other hand, everything seems to be tuned down where my face falls. A tiny nose, a tiny bit of a smart mouth, a long and small face is all I have and most probably not too good to look at. My eyes are the same color as my hair and due to laziness, I haven't gotten any ideas in shaping my virgin brows. It's still thin that I really don't want to lose some more so plucking is out of the picture.

I don't have glasses though, unlike her. "So, you have glasses, are they corrective?" I reluctantly ask. She removes them and places them on the table.

"No. I wear them because I'm used to wearing them especially in the summer. It's a habit but I can still do without it." She winks and she's back to her cool and normal self.

I unconsciously glance at her lips; she has a plump lower lip which is topped by a thin upper lip. Hers is shaped like a man's while mine is just your typical lip, not plump but not thin. Hers looks juicy as moist as it is and to prove, she traces her lower lip with the bit of her tongue unaware of the effects she having on me.

My jaw almost drops. I look away.

A waiter comes to our table and it's all blurry to me. I am transfixed with the way she orders for the both of us and unfinished with the task of ogling her, if that's the right term for eyeing and drooling over her at the same time.

Why do most lesbians look much prettier than straight ones? And again, I'm asking questions I have no right asking.

After giving the waiter our orders, she leans in and asks, "Do I have to lean much closer so you'll have a better look?"

She always likes to tease me this way, I notice. I thought she was unaware of me watching her closely. Unluckily, I was wrong. She has been the only person who approaches me like a predator, the only person who seems to have a habit of making me forget how to breathe or exhale for that matter. "I don't know if you are plain conceited or this is your nature around women." I swallow and try hard to pretend she doesn't affect me by flashing a sarcastic smile.

It's a cool and windy night. I forget to bring something to put around my arms and by the way she stares at me, I want to curl up. She combs her hair that falls on her face with her hand and I see a flicker of, is it gold strands? Her hair is a shade of very light brown which might have given me the illusion of gold strands. I would very much like to try to slip my hands into her hair and feel the softness. It looks so soft when she combs it away from her face by hand, much to my disappointment, fits her perfectly with her creamy white skin. How can her skin be creamy while mine is very pale?

"I'm not conceited. Maybe sometimes I am, but I don't mean to be. I'm not used to answering questions with obvious answers. Most of all, I don't really mind leaning closer to you to help you find out what you want to know." she smirks.

It's like I'm seeing a bobcat smile and I feel my heart lurch into my windpipe. Will I ever get much uncomfortable by the end of the night? "I hope you like fish. Their seafood is the best here. I also ordered oysters, it's really a must try too."

"Oysters? I don't mind the fish but I haven't had oysters." I say. Who likes oysters? Is she luring me? I believe oysters are aphrodisiacs.

"Yup. Oysters. It's good. I'm sure once you have a taste of it, you'll be craving for more. Just take them slowly, you might get drunk."

She leans back and we had a staring contest while waiting for the food. I can feel her gaze around my face. Measuring every line, every shape, and every curve. I hope she likes what she sees. Then she leans into the table again.

I am taken aback that I catch my breath loudly.

"You have eyes that look like molten chocolate. I wonder how it would feel to feast in them or drown in them, you know." I don't know how to react that I gape at her while she continues analyzing my features. I try to close my mouth almost gasping.

Fortunately, the waiter arrives shortly with our order. True to her word, the steamed fish is sumptuous. The oysters, I leave untouched.

"This is great. You really have good taste in clothes, in places and in food!" I beam suddenly and I hope I can take the compliments back as her gaze lingers on me again. I feel myself frown due to the hot and cold engulfing me in the moment. I gulp and reach for the cocktail.

"I didn't know you to be giving out compliments now. I am happy that you like most of it. It's a surprise that you took time checking me out." I was too stunned to react. She puts her fork down and reaches for the oysters. She gets one carefully and squeezes lemon on it before she tips it and swallows. I manage to watch the movement of her neck when she swallows, I think I do too. I swallow my tongue down my throat, unable to say anything. My thoughts are running to the inevitable, 'how would her long neck taste'?

Why does she have to make it look so sexy? Ugh.

"Try one. Do the same." She offers.

"I'm not sure how." I simply say, almost exasperated.

"You'll know. With the way you watch me, I'm sure you learned how." I'm having goosebumps. We're not supposed to be talking about s*x this time. And what do I know? I haven't had s*x before to know we're talking about s*x things.

I reach out for the lemon, squeezing it like the way she did. She nods, confirming I'm doing just right. I tip it to my mouth unsure of what to expect and look at her from under. She watches me silently approving as she chew on her lip.

I averted my gaze and focused on the oyster before my lips. Do I even chew it? I tip and it slides on my tongue straight down my throat. It's slimy, tangy, and a bit sandy like seawater but it's delicious. I lick my lips off conscious of the trace of lemon on my mouth and looks down. I have to pee. Just by the way she looks at me, I'm already having fever. I'm really feeling very warm down there where I'm not supposed to. Does oyster really has that immediate of an effect?

"Excuse me, I have to go to the washroom." I slide out of my chair and she is already beside me pulling it out for me. "Thanks." I mumble.

"Are you alright? Is it the oyster?" She says almost worrying.

"I just need to go to the washroom. The oyster is good." She seems to be ready to escort me there but I think no. I can do this myself. "I'm fine, I'll be back in a few, no need to bother going with me." She picks her glasses and wears it on her head. I think that was a lost case for she's already dragging me by the arm. I have no choice but to follow. "