Tell Me More (Audio Script)

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How much longer do we have to be here…?

I should’ve just lied to Jen and said I was sick or something.

I’ve completely peeled away the wet label on this bottle of cheap beer.

I’m not bored, just… overwhelmed, I guess.

Jen’s good at talking me into doing things.

She always has been—ever since we became friends in high school.

She’s always talking me into doing things outside of my comfort zone, always trying to push me to try something new.

I like gatherings.

Small ones.

Not overcrowded, loud house parties like this.

“Hey…

You coming inside at some point tonight?”

“Hi.

Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.

Just, um, let me finish my drink.

You know I’m not good at these things.”

“Hey, it’s fine.

Totally get it.

So, I, uh, couldn’t help but notice you staring at that cute guy in the black jacket in the living room.

Maybeeee… you should go in and talk to him?”

“Yeah, but I… Look, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but there is seriously no way in hell I could ever go up to a random guy and—”

“—but you won’t meet someone if you don’t try!”

“Hey, I tried Tinder!

And Grindr!”

“Yeah! For like, a day!”

Dating since I came out as bisexual has been… different.

And exciting.

But my nerves tend to get the better of me.

I’ve just never been good at flirting.

I’ve been on a few dates with men.

Women, too.

But so far nothing past the first date.

I want to meet someone who I can be me with, but… it just never really seems to work out.

“Okay, I know you’ll hate me for this…”

Oh God. She didn’t.

“No. You’re not setting me up!”

“Oh, come on, he’s perfect!

You two have so much in common.

Plus, he’s really cute! He’s totally your type!”

She gestures to someone inside, waving them over.

And—oh shit—here you come.

You’ve got one hand casually stuffed in your jean pocket as you slide the door open and flash a charming little smile.

“Hi.”

“Oh, hi, Matt!

Matt works with me at the brewery.

You’ve probably seen him there, actually.”

I don’t know what it is, but you look at me…

And something just… clicks.

I want to make you laugh.

I want to hear about the boring mundane details of your day.

I want to hear you say my name.

I suddenly feel the most comfortable I have all night.

“Nice to meet you.

Jenny’s told me a lot about you.”

“Oh, yeah?

Well, hopefully—”

“Don’t worry, all good things.”

Damn, you’re even hotter up close.

I wonder what your hands would feel like running up my leg…

Or taking off my clothes.

“Great! Well, uh, my cup is suddenly very empty, so I’m gonna go fix that.

Over there. Um, yeah—okay, see ya!”

“Hey, wait! Uhh—”

Aaand she’s gone.

She definitely left us with a not-so-subtle wink.

“Well, that was… smooth. Sorry about that…

She’s been trying to set me up for weeks.”

“Wait, really?

She’s been trying to do the same for me.

I swear she gets off on playing matchmaker.”

“Yeah, that’s Jen, alright.

She says you’re bi too, right?”

“Yeah.

Yeah, I am.”

“I kinda just came out, which I think is why she’s trying so hard to get me out with someone.”

My cheeks flush a little.

“Oh, no way?

I came out about a year ago, but it still feels brand new.”

I lean my elbows against the railing and glance up at the dark sky, just to keep my eyes from constantly looking you up and down.

There’s this quiet confidence about you, an easiness that you seem to grasp like it’s nothing.

God, I wish I had that.

I feel myself relaxing more, but I can’t tell if you’re actually attracted to me or if maybe you give everyone that warm, spontaneous smile.

“Hey, so, listen.

I, um, I have a confession to make.”

You shift your weight from one foot to the other and give me a look like you’re holding back a secret.

“I’ve seen you before, at the brewery with Jen.

And, uh, I’ve always thought you were really hot.

Always wanted to say hello, but guess I was too shy.”

“I—wow.

Um… thank you?

I…

I’m sorry, I don’t really know what to say.

I don’t think… anyone has ever called me hot to my face.”

“Oh, c’mon, there’s no way.”

“Like maybe once in middle school.”

The air is suddenly thick between us and my body feels light and airy.

You shift a little closer to me and I fight the urge to reach out and touch your chest.

Your cologne is heavy in the air around me.

Sandalwood… reminds me of that candle I have at home.

Your eyes darken and I feel you looking at my lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah…”

Your arm slides around my waist, pulling me right up against you.

I lean into your very solid, very toned chest.

I can feel your breath getting harder, your heart beating faster.

Maybe it’s the beer giving me courage, but I push my thigh between your leg and ride it up against your dick.

“Fuck…”

Our kisses grow more urgent.

Your stubble grazes against my cheek as you kiss down my neck.

I suddenly don’t care at all that there’s a huge party going on inside.

It’s just you and me.

“Do you want to go somewhere more… private?”

“Yeah…

Upstairs?”

I really don’t want to go back inside and face knowing looks from Jen and whoever else was in on this little setup.

I look around.

We are outside…

“Well, there’s a garden around back.”

Your hand closes around mine and you lead me down onto the grass.

Fuck, my body feels like it’s lighting up from inside out.