She remembered how Dallas leaned over from the
passenger seat and caressed her cheek. How she’d fearlessly
guided Quinn’s face to hers. How she’d been the one to kiss
Quinn and even though Quinn knew that Dallas hadn’t kissed
many people, if anyone before, it was perfect. It was just right.
They’d kissed and touched, exploring each other, giddy
like teenagers are with a new discovery. They were parked in
the middle of nowhere and no one was around. The kiss led to
so much more and soon they were in the backseat, where there
was more room, touching and tasting each other, discovering
each other for the first time.
Quinn had been so afraid it would change everything.
That Dallas would freak out and have all these regrets and that
would be that, but Dallas was fearless. She came out to her
parents and she’d been so proud to call Quinn her girlfriend. It
made Quinn realize that Dallas had known who she was for a
very long time. She just hadn’t said anything.
Quinn wanted to tell Dallas now that she always knew
that she was her one. Not just her first, but the one that she’d
think about and remember for the rest of her life. She knew
she should have extinguished those memories, that want, that
special spot deep inside her for Dallas a long time ago, but it
was easier to say that memories could be stamped out than to
actually do the stamping.
“Are you okay?” Dallas asked softly, and Quinn
snapped back to watching her lips move as she spoke.
“Yeah. I was just- thinking about… About before.”
Dallas tilted her head and kissed Quinn along her
jawline. “Me too,” she whispered. Dallas ran her tongue along
her lower lip and Quinn felt her thighs tingle in response. “I’ve