Second encounters - the day after
71This is a long awaited follow up to the first Hub I wrote here on HubPages, called First Encounters. This new 2nd part of this "coming out" story has been re-written slightly to ensure honesty ensues. I recommend you check out the first part before reading further here. Thanks.
I am lying in bed, and writing these words as quietly as possible, so as not to awaken the beautiful woman lying beside me. It’s early, 7am. I am barely awake, and yet, fully aware. Thoughts of last night flit through my mind, olive skin, warmth, deep kisses, legs wrapped around legs, jet black hair streaked across her face, warm brown eyes looking at me with adoration, innocence, passion, desire and longing. And such love. Love so amazing, I almost have to bless myself just to make sure I am awake. Did we really do all that? Did she say those things? Her first time? Sharing these blankets together. Trusting me. It got serious. I feel strange. Did she mean what she said? She only met me yesterday, at a gallery.
The kitchen is cold, as I find something to eat, and I think of my Grandmother and the way she would scold me for being in the kitchen barely dressed and making her feel cold. Its funny how, when you are young, and you rarely feel the cold, yet you feel everything. I make our scrambled eggs, and the smell wakes Cathy. She appears, yawning loudly, and grins at me. There is no shame or guilt in her eyes. I smile back. Those crisp warm brown eyes are like jewels that almost hypnotise me. We sit outside with our eggs and coffee and juice, me in my t-shirt and shorts, she with a blanket partly wrapped about her. Cathy is part Asian, some Thai and some Indian heritage there, and prone to the cold here in the UK. A plume of dark hair sprouts like a curious chimney out of the mountain of blanket around her. She could be a kid out on Girl-Scout Safari. She is starving. The London skyline is quiet and empty. Airplanes are taking off in the distance from Heathrow. She asks me questions about how I bought this place at age 24, how I own a car, why I am so independent, all kinds of things about me. Jeez, where are all these questions coming from? I am a career person, I pushed myself. I worked my ass off. She sees me as a bit of a miracle. A fully formed female at age 25, exactly where I want to be, if she could be me. I chuckle to myself. Me, fully formed? Because I plan my life? That’s a laugh; my grandparents say I am still a big kid! I think back to the time I was being interviewed for a job. A woman in a panel of three people asked me why I felt I was the best Candidate for the job, I told her I more than felt it. I was sure of it. Why, asked a man beside her. Because I get to the Point, I answered. The guy was later to become my boss. He told me he liked my attitude.
I guide the subject to the present. I ask Cathy what is her plan today? She is silent and looks at me, then tells me that I am her plan, that there isn’t any other plan. I smile and tell her that that isn’t much of a plan. She sits beside me and snuggles with me. She is cold and naked under the blanket. I ask her how she first knew she was gay. She thinks for a bit. She says she broke up with a few guys, and didn’t understand why. Then she realised after a girl from her class in school snogged her that she liked girls, and liked kissing girls, then found she liked more than kissing, and it just grew from there. She had definitely had a few girlfriends, but nothing as serious as me. Me, I ask. She looks into my eyes, and says she has never slept or spent a night with someone before. Why me, I ask in a whisper. She blushes and beams a big smile at me, and puts her hand to the side of my face, holding it there. It is so natural. She says very few of her friends know she is a lesbian. So Cathy really is a “coming-out” girl. Asking her what her family thought of it all, she becomes sullen. She says her mother is okay-ish. But her father is not okay with it. It has kind of divided her family. She is closer to her Mom. I ask did they know where she was last night. She gets snappy and says it’s none of their business where she was. She doesn’t care. I decide to say nothing.
After breakfast, we shower, clean up. I ask her what she wants to do. She wants to hang out with me. She has some texts on her mobile from her mother, but she doesn’t reply to them. We are in my sitting room, I am reading the blurb on a DVD I borrowed from the library. Cathy is flipping through a book of poetry from one of my stuffed bookshelves, a collection of poems by Rumi. She seems awestruck by his flow of consciousness style of writing. Someone (Suzie, my friend) calls me on my Mobile and I chat for a bit, telling her I had a friend over last night, a really nice girl. Cathy looks at me as I speak. I nod, and smile and say of course the girl is gay, and that her name is Cathy. Cathy goes red. I then tell my friend that Cathy is very sexy and sweet. Now Cathy’s ears are like two beetroots, they are so red! I laugh here! I tell Suzie that Cathy is blushing the colour of lava right now. We all roar laughing. The morning sun shines in her luxuriant black hair, as it flows down her neck. Cathy nestles her head on my shoulder, holding onto my arm, and looks at me with an expression of delight and sensuous satisfaction. And something more besides. Her eyes sparkle. It is a look I often see in a face. A special look that eyes like mine are trained to see. It is love. It is affection. It is Affirmation itself. I am dumbstruck by her. For the hundredth time I tell myself this can’t be happening to me. And yet it is. I finish my call. Then sensing what she wants, I kiss her softly. We are now nestling together and London looks on, but we are too lost in the embrace of each other’s arms to care who sees us, as we snuggle together on the bench on my roof patio. I am her first love. I tell her she is very special. She tells me she wants me. It feels nice to be wanted like that. I feel like a child, I almost want to cry.
We have now survived a night and half a day together. I am impressed. But in a few hours, reality will come crashing in on Cathy like a ton of bricks.
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Happy Christmas Cheeky Girl... :) I'm on my way to read part 3 :)
This is really great, you are such a good writer.
I really enjoyed this, you are an excellent writer, thank you. Enjoy your New Years Eve.
Excellent, I am so impressed by you, girl!
A quite moving and thoughtful account of you and your experience with your friend. I have a coming-out daughter and it is not easy reading her mind, there is much figuring out what with the new situation she is in and our family. I will read more. You write really nice.
oh my gosh, how'd you do it cheekygirl?! must admit I hate reading long narrative type-ish on the screen but 'your encounters' hooked my eyes :) this is very sweet! like the more I read, the more I get so jealous of your life ;p
This is really amazing stuff you have written here.. thanks for the great read.
Hey CG! I dunno too what captivates 'em but I know what has captivated me..it's the way you write and what you write..You're a good writer, you put readers on the scene. And what I've read was something that somehow happened in my life..Hey, just jealous of your independence :) til next time CG
Very well written - and again thanks for sharing this highly personal insight into your life...off to check out part 3!
Another great hub. You milady have sn exceptional gift.. Off to read about Cathys meltdown :)
Cheeky Girl, I am sitting here laughing at myself because before I started to read part 2 I ran to get a snack..LOL. I feel like I'm reading a great book or watching a great movie. Even though there are no pictures for me to say movie, you have such detail that I can picture things so clearly as if I'm watching a movie. I so enjoyed reading this. I cannot wait to read the next part. I did read through the comments too and you wondered what it is that makes people want to read about you and Cathy. I think it's so interesting to read your perception of what is going on and how you are feeling in the moment, plus your take on how she is feeling. Such raw emotion. Very well written! :-) Jess
An immaculately written post which creates such vivid pictures in my mind that I am able to see you and Cathy sitting together early in the morning..your expressive writing is unmatched with anyone else and the attention to details you give creates a wonderful article worth a million appreciations..am so eager to read the Third encounter..Cheers
Cassy, See even the guys like it! LOL It's written so well and the story is so interesting that it's appealing to everyone. I do understand what you mean about Cathy feeling mixed about it since it is about her and I'm sure it wasn't the easiest for you either. Anything very personal is hard to put out there. It's part of your life for all to see and possibly judge by anyone. I give you both a lot of credit and I'm glad to read all the positive comments you have received. You write about real issues that people go through (as you know..LOL) and it's not always rosy since no relationship is. This really would make an awesome film and I'm happy to hear you are looking into that. I've seen screen writing and that's a whole different world, however, you definitely have the talent to be able to pull it off! :-) Jess
Hi Jess, this is Astra. Cassy is at the gym, and she will be home soon and I will tell her you "visited". Hahaha. I sound like the Butler. Or the answering machine. LOL. You are awesome. :D
You have that wonderful ability to make the reader forget that they are reading. You set the bench mark high with your first Hub and yet you still managed to exceed it. Well done I am off to read the final encounter.
i felt more comfy with a girl at 17.i had a few girlfriends as a teen. at 18 i got married to a man then divorced 14 years later.its a story i might do.
BEAUTFIUL!!!! I had to post all three on my page-- this is the kind of story the world has to read.
It must be shared.
Oh the memories.
You're lovely Cassy---Kathy is lucky to have you.
& Vise-Versa of course.
Very romantic
My heart melted.
you hit the spot on my way to part three...
then over to part one.
Im backwards I know =\
this is one of the best stories i read on hubpages...woW! you truly are a rising everything great lol..So much respect thanks so much.
of course I will read part three!! getting to that right now, I just forgot to mention that I love the mix heritage..And the independence of women in this as well...oh the pictures too are lovely cartoon type so cool. Smiles :0)
Top-notch read! I am captured by your story and now a devoted fan.
K9
Wow, amazing! I am impatiently off to the part three LOL I think I am repeating myself now, sorry about that =) But your writing style is so clever and startlingly impressive, I say, quality at it's best! Just perfect!





























TattoGuy 2 years ago
You are one hell of an amazing writer, signs of a great writer is when you actually feel you are there and I did, I am putting you on my profile so others can find yer talent xox