Eve had a point. Javier had been drinking heavily, and from the droop of his heavy eyelids seemed quite drunk.
Sheila turned to Eve, "Would you mind taking me home? I mean if your sober enough. I just want to crash in my own bed."
"Whatever makes you happy sweetie," Eve smiled.
Sheila used the rest room while Eve grabbed her purse and fished her keys out. She thanked Javier and gave him a hug on her way out the door.
"You'll have to invite me to more of these. I had a really great time. Maybe next time I'll even find some single friends to bring with me."
Javier nodded and told her she would always be welcome at any future get together whether she brought friends or not.
Both girls got into Eve's small blue Honda Civic and buckled up. Sheila told Eve that she lived off of Oak Tree Way. Eve put the car in gear and they pulled out onto the street. Traffic was light at almost 3 am and made the city seem like a peaceful place. Both girls sat in silence for a minute or two, Eve watching the road and making sure she wasn't swerving. Sheila just enjoyed the view.
Sheila broke her gaze from the buildings around her and turned to Eve.
"I'm sorry about talking about bringing single friends to the next party. I saw you guys cuddled up on the couch. Is Javier your boyfriend?"
Eve kept looking forward but a smile was spreading through her lips. "Oh honey. Javier's gay."
Sheila sat stunned in silence. Eve waited a pause to let it sink in, "I'm I guess what you would call a hag fag. Javier's a sweetheart and probably my best friend. We cuddled up like that without either one of us wanting anything other than human contact."
Sheila had so many questions but didn't know which one to ask first.
Eve continued, "He was actually a little bummed because Jose passed out before they could do anything."
Sheila's jaw dropped, "Jose's gay too?"
Eve's smile had turned to a short laugh, "No. Well not really. Jose is mostly straight. But he's also a horn ball. You get him liquored up and turn the lights off and he won't care who's mouth is on his dick. He's one of those guys that thinks he's straight as long as he doesn't suck any dick himself, the one with the dick in their mouth is the homo."
Eve glanced at Sheila to gauge how she was taking this in, then went on, "Javier and Jose have messed around after a few parties before. Usually if the party ends and everyone leaves, Jose will hang around and they'll fool around some. Unless Jose finds a girl or passes out."
Sheila was confused, "But Javier asked me to bring single girls for him!"
Eve laughed again, "Yeah, not surprising. Think about it. His friends are all straight. The more they hook up at his parties, the more they'll be talking about his parties. Plus the more he gets them laid, the less shit they give him about being into guys. And guys usually freak out more than girls do when they find out he's gay. So he'd rather have you come to the party with girls who don't care, rather than show up with some boyfriend or husband that's going to end up starting a fight once they're drunk."
"I guess that makes sense, but he didn't say anything."
"You didn't ask," Eve glanced at her than back to the road. "You're what 25? Javier is 21. You graduated before he went to our high school. You only know him from work right? He's not going to just blurt out that he's gay. He wouldn't have hid it from you though had you asked. He's out. Just doesn't broadcast."
"I was wondering why you were going to share his sisters bed with me and not his," Sheila said.
"You aren't freaked out are you?" Eve asked with just a hint of concern.
"Not at all. Just didn't see that coming."
They had arrived onto Oak Tree Way. "OK which house is yours?"
Sheila leaned forward and pointed out her house "The small one there on the right." It was a small one story house, but it had an in ground pool. And despite his constant bitching about it, Kyle did a good job with the upkeep on it.
Eve pulled into the driveway and parked the car.
Sheila turned to her, "So when we were pretending that we were going to make out later for the boy's amusement, was that all just for attention? Or were you trying to make people more comfortable since Javier's gay? Or were you trying to make Javier feel like he wasn't the only one gay there?"
Eve lowered her head, looking at her lap and Sheila thought she heard her sigh.
"Javier's friends know he's gay. They don't give a shit because they're his friends."
Eve swallowed, paused another moment, then continued, "And Javier is confident as hell. I don't need to make him feel comfortable. I cuddle him when the boy he likes passes out, but that's so I feel like I'm doing something to help. Javier is the strongest guy I know."
She stopped again. There was a hint of anger rising up in her voice. As if Eve had been made to defend Javier to others before.
Eve's hint of anger was gone. Her smile came back to replace it, "Probably wasn't joking." Eve stopped looking at her lap and met Sheila's eyes.
"Huh? Joking about what?" Sheila didn't understand.
Eve's doe eyes were locked onto Sheila's. And her grin had a playful curl around the corners of Eve's full lips. The look she was giving made Sheila feel as if she had somehow missed a dirty joke.
Eve finally blinked, "You said when we were joking about making out. I said I probably wasn't joking."
Sheila was at a loss for words. "I said pretending."
Eve held that evil smirk, "Fine, then maybe I wasn't just pretending that we were going to make out."
Sheila was slowly letting the idea of making out with Eve sink in. The thought of trying something new, something somewhat taboo, had brought Sheila's pussy to full attention. There was a hot flash of adrenaline as it seemed to travel from the base of her spine up to her scalp. Her heart was starting to pound under her breast. Making out at a party to get attention of some boys seemed natural. Yet not as exciting. Like it was only to tease the boys. But here in her driveway inside a dark car with no one looking was something entirely different. This wasn't to impress anyone. This would be just between her and Eve.
Sheila looked to her house. It was dark except for the flickering that meant a TV was on in the living room. Kyle was probably asleep on the couch in front of it. He probably hadn't even heard the car pull in. That meant she had a minute or two yet to talk with Eve.
Sheila cut off her train of thought and sheepishly asked, "So you're gay too?"
Eve's hungry grin had lost some of it's edge, but the was still a small smile there.
"Gay? No not exactly. I like men. I like women. They both have their good qualities, and they're both enjoyable in different ways." Eve undid her seat belt and gently took Sheila's hands in hers.
Sheila flinched briefly at Eve's touch, then relaxed. The two girls continued to stare at each other. Sheila had to admit that Eve was very attractive. With her doe eyes heavily lined with eyeliner and her short black and red hair, all she needed was a few tattoos and piercings and she'd look like a Suicide Girl.
Sheila remembered going to a strip club years ago with her husband and some friends and one of the dancers had told them she had recently posed for that site. Having never heard of it, she came home and with her husband they looked it up.
"Are you freaked out?" Eve's question broke her concentration.
"No. Should I be?" Sheila asked, trying to bring her own playful smile to her lips.
Still holding on to Sheila's hands, Eve leaned in and placed a small kiss on Sheila's mouth. Eve pulled back almost instantly, and hovered about an inch away, then she leaned back in and kissed her again. This time opening her mouth a bit and closing her soft lips around Sheila's bottom lip. Then she sat back over on her side of the car in the driver's seat. Neither girl said anything but Eve continued to hold both of Sheila's hands. Eve was gently rubbing around both hands giving them almost a small massage.
Even if her husband was asleep Sheila didn't want to stay in a car in her driveway all night. The softness of that kiss felt better than any she had from a man. She wanted more. Wanted to see what it would be like with both their mouths open. What would it be like when their tongues touched? Sheila couldn't just break this off now and run inside. That would be like asking a child to give back a toy right after they removed it form the package. Yet they couldn't stay here.
Sheila racked her brain, searching for a solution. It was hard to think straight through all the emotion and the traces of tequila. There was a recreational room in their basement. It had a pull out couch that Eve could crash on. She could just go with Eve back to Javier's, but if Kyle had seen the car she'd have to lie even more. They could just make some stupid lunch date or go shopping later that weekend and see where things went, but that meant waiting.
Sheila noticed Eve was staring at her, she had stopped rubbing Sheila's hand but still held them. Eve's face was less cocky now and seemed a little guarded, she seemed to be trying to judge if she had gone to far.
Sheila had got it, "Don't look so worried, that was really nice. Softer than I thought it would be. You have really soft, full lips. I just don't want to sit in my driveway all night. I have a plan."
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