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Cupcake Cutie

“Oh, not my boyfriend,” I said. “I mean, I’m not Hannah. They’re for Hannah’s boyfriend, Damien...I’m just picking them up...Hannah’s all stressed out because the party is tonight and she’s a perfectionist when it comes to the smallest things.”

God, I hoped I didn’t sound as awkward as I thought I did.

“Ha,” she laughed. “I know how that goes. My sister is just like that. Everything has to match; all her parties always have a specific color scheme.... One time the napkins didn’t match the plates. She was practically in hysterics. Well, like I said, I just began the last batch. So, can you come back in like an hour?” She smiled and bit her plump lower lip.

“Yeah, sure, no problem,” I said and turned to go out the door. I wandered two blocks without any intended destination. I couldn’t get her out of my head; something about her captivated me. Where was I going and what was I doing!? The possibility of sex with this cupcake cutie was killing me. If I didn’t go back now, I would always look back with regret and wonder. So I turned around and headed back toward the cupcake castle. I could only hope the princess awaited me.

Spice Island

She may well have been the last one to board the plane, but she made it. Breathing hard from the rush, Elisa was only able to greet the flight attendant with a quick hello and smile. “Welcome, right this way please,” said the attendant as she pointed Elisa in the right direction. Elisa was on an evening flight and noticed the plane was less than half full. Perfect, she thought. She could stretch out across an entire row of seats. She walked down the aisle looking for her seat. There it was, row 28 seat A.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I take your seat?” asked a brunette woman with a cheerful smile and a strong Spanish accent. She did take her seat, but what did it matter? She would just take the seat next to her and once they were in the air, she would find herself an empty row all for herself. “No, you’re fine,” said Elisa, returning the smile. As Elisa placed her carry-on bag above her, she couldn’t help to notice how strikingly beautiful she was. The woman’s skin was a golden caramel color like an evening sunset, almond-shape eyes, long curly black hair, full lips, and nice perky breasts.

A fairly conservative single woman, and very heterosexual, Elisa never thought a beautiful woman could grab her attention the same way a handsome man could. And yet, this woman did. Their eyes locked and without words, they silently acknowledged an immediate and obvious mutual physical attraction.