I had had meetups with Marianne for a while. She was nice but extremely reserved. While there was clear sexual tension between us, I never expected anything to come of it. Marianne just wasn't "that type." At least, that's what everyone thought. That's what I thought, too.
Marianne tended to be very reserved. She was quiet. She didn't have a lot of boyfriends, and when she was with men, she was usually not all that engaged with them.
She didn't say much to most people, but she was more inclined to be open with me due to attraction and common interests. She was given to black dresses with long sleeves, so I would occasionally call her "Morticia." It was a little joke between the two of us.
We would get together from time to time for lunch. We had several common interests and Marianne was fun to talk to. After lunch, I would usually walk her back to the bus terminal. I would see her off and head home. This had gotten to be part of the routine, and it allowed us to continue our conversation.
This particular afternoon, we were walking slowly towards the busy bus terminal when I gently took her hand. She grinned.
"Marianne," I said, "I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship, but I have a strong urge to kiss you."
Marianne stopped walking and stared at me for a few seconds. Then she smiled.
"It won't ruin anything," she said sweetly. "I think I might actually enjoy it." She grabbed me and pulled me towards her. Our lips met. She was a very good kisser.
"You should come up and visit me sometime," she said offhandedly as we started walking again. "You could take the bus and I could meet you." After what had just happened, I wasn't about to turn her down.
"I'd enjoy that," I said. We turned the corner to the bus terminal. Marianne got in line to get on the bus.
"Call me," she said as she boarded.
"I will," I said.
A few days later, I gave Marianne a call. I was itching to see her, but I tried not to let on.
"Hi," she said. "When are you coming?"
We made arrangements, and the following Friday, I found myself on the bus. I was looking forward to a fun weekend. Little did I know just how interesting it would be.
The bus slowed to a stop. Looking around, I saw Marianne waiting. I got off, hauling a rather large bag.
Marianne was wearing one of her black dresses again. I smiled as we walked to her car. When we got there, she stopped and kissed me hard.
"I'm glad to see you too," I said as I put my bag in the back seat. Marianne smiled. I was looking forward to a nice, relaxing weekend.
The drive from the bus terminal to Marianne's place wasn't long. I was glad because I was feeling unusually attracted to her. We chatted as she drove. As we pulled up, I put my hand on her knee.