Riding Shotgun By DD Symms

Andrew grabbed an opener and uncorked the wine. He poured a glass for him and Brianna. "Oh, it's silly." He took a sip and shook his head.

"What's silly?"

"This whole thing about my secret."

Brianna grabbed a piece of lettuce and chewed it. "No, really, you don't have to say anything to me." She had no business intruding at this fragile stage of their friendship.

"The problem is, I'd really like to." He sipped his wine.

His eyes told her he was wrestling with the decision to speak or remain silent. She smiled. "In that case, why is it so hard to talk with me ... other than the fact that you're a man?"

"Because it's not for everyone."

"So are you afraid it's not for me?" She leaned against the opposite counter and folded her arms over her breasts.

He moved to her and ran a finger through her hair. He touched her face gently. "I've discovered I like you, Brianna. And I want you to like me."

She took a sip from her wine glass and offered assurance. She ran a finger from under his chin and down his chest. "Then take a chance. Are you afraid you'll shock me? I'm from Hollywood." She lowered her mouth to his nipples, circling her tongue around them and sucking lightly.

He smiled.

Brianna touched his hair. His eyes were tender. "Do you think it was easy for me deciding what to do in the bathroom? I was nervous. But that didn't stop me from acting on my desires." She lowered her head and kissed his finger.