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“Let’s go,” Julie said excitedly, with fire in her pretty blue eyes.

We turned to leave, so I walked on the left side of Julie, hoping to avoid Valentina’s eyes. I looked up briefly as we walked to the door and didn’t see her. Maybe she had gone to the ladies’ room. Good.

We almost made it to the door, and suddenly, there she was, right out of the corner of my eye. Like she teleported there. As I pulled the door for Julie, she saw me, and I saw her.

Eye contact.

She had the same expressionless look, but she was looking dead at me. She was motionless, but Julie had my hand, tugging me out the door. I broke the stare and left; my heart sped up.

Julie was blabbering the whole way to her apartment, about her roommates, how far it was, where she worked. I tried to follow along as we walked, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened at the door of The Lounge.

I should have smiled or nodded. Anything. I did nothing. And just because she was there didn’t mean she was looking for a lady. It was the ‘unofficial’ gay club in town, and there were other ‘official’ gay clubs.

But I didn’t see anyone with her. Although I dodged her and wasn’t there long enough to see if she was meeting someone.

I needed to stop. Even if she was gay, she didn’t seem interested when I flung my body at her earlier and she didn’t appear at all interested as I left The Lounge.

I had to get her off my brain; I was with Julie. And even though I was honest about not wanting anything special, I still owed it to her to be present with her now. I looked over at her, still talking as we held hands along the walk. I looked down and imagined her breasts in my mouth, soon. Yeah, I could be present with her for a while. I squeezed her hand and grinned, which elicited a slower pace to her gait; she bit her lip as she flashed her sexy eyes at me.

Yeah, this is where I needed to be.