In the late aughts there was a website that trafficked in intelligent smut called Nerve. Their dating service, matching the site, was edgier than most. Singles, couples, bi, straight and otherwise all mixed.
That’s where my girlfriend and I met S. She was a dancer (of the artistic variety). My girl described her as an “impossible pinup.” Lithe, curvy, she had porcelain skin, dark hair, and ice blue eyes. She was brilliant and very shy. In my experience, it’s always the quiet ones you have to watch out for.
One night, a summer rain storm trapped the three of us at a restaurant in Brooklyn. We decided to make a break for it. Running and laughing hysterically, we were soaked to bone when we came spilling into our apartment. As we started to shed our wet clothes, everything got quiet. There was a long moment of tension and eye contact, broken by the first kiss then we pushed our way to the bedroom, stripping down making out the whole way.
Here, in no particular order, are my memories from that night….
The buttonholes on her shirt were too small for her buttons. She said it was protection from rogues like us.