A Subway Coincidence
The subway was always crowded around 6pm. Lots of people fighting their way in the big machine to get early to their homes, and meet their families. There were important people, students, hipsters, and workers like me, a secretary on a dentist office.
The hustle and bustle at the subway station made it unbearable. Too many people for my liking. The heat and the smell of sweat made it worse.
When I saw the subway arrived, I tried to slip through the crowd to get a chance to get in there. I wanted to go home, and though no one was waiting for me there, I just wanted to throw myself on the bed till the next day.
Through pushes and some other hit, I could get myself inside the subway. No one could say that there was a sense of personal space inside that thing, and the thought of being stuck with people I didn’t know at all was not my favorite.
I took a deep breath when the subway put on movement, and I felt a kind of relief because I knew that it was a matter of six stations to get to my street, and finally meet my bed.
Every time the subway made a stop in a station, I felt that the stampede of new people was crushing me. It wasn’t nice, and it surely was smelly because all the sweat exuded from the people around me, but I was not like I could do something but just to put up with it.
And just two stations before reaching mine, the subway door opened once again, letting in another crowd of people. I was just grappled to the roof-bar, when in the strangest of ways, our eyes met, leaving breathless. There was this big secret that died with all the chances of us being together, and I must say that it was because of me, and my lack of courage, that can assure you.
I hadn’t seen her like in a year, but she seemed to be the same person I knew; the same hazel-bluish-eyed brunette girl with whom I shared a room back then in college.
We had just bumped into each other with the movement of the people around us, until there was not a minimum space between us. She kept looking at me; her eyes glowing so beautifully that amazed me. My memories of her in college returned to me like a storm, calling on me those feelings I thought I’d buried when we graduate.
“I hadn’t seen you like in forever.”
And I regretted saying those words the same moment they came out of my mouth. It was me who set apart from each other. I even changed my phone number because I was afraid she would contact me, and wanted to hang out. I just was not prepared to confront my own feelings back then.
Suddenly, her eyes turned in surprise and somewhat anger. I fucked up, that I surely knew.
“Well, you disappeared, remember?” Auch, I deserved that. “Did you figure yourself out during this time?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.” And then she got closest to my ear and whispered: “Have you figured out if you like women yet?”
When did she get so brave? I didn’t remember her being so reckless, and I had to admit that it kind of turned me on.
And yes, I did know now my preferences in bed, and I was open about it. However, between work and exhaustion, hadn’t had the time or energy to be in a relationship. Most of my encounters were casual meetings set up on Tinder.
“Wanna found out?” I asked her seductively. “We can catch up while you do it.”
There wasn’t a reason now to hold back. Not now that I had found this rare opportunity to act on my desires.
I had lost track of the subway stations by then. But it didn’t matter at all if the answer she gave me was a yes.
“I’m already at my station.” She got apart from me, giving me the sight of her sweet-naked back, until she tilted her head towards me. “Are you coming or not?” She asked me with a sly smile that made of my whole body tremble with excitement.
And, of course, I went with her. I wouldn’t dare to miss this unique chance to make her mine. Now that the masks had been taken off, it was the perfect time for the two of us just act, and not suppress what we had been holding to for so long.