It's weird how comfortable I feel at Naomi's house now after meeting her dad. It wasn't as pleasant as I imagined but at least he did not frown once during our conversation.

A month ago I would've been counting the seconds until I could leave without seeming rude, but here I am, sprawled comfortably with a soda in hand. Naomi says her Dad won't even be out of his study until possible dinner.

That means we have this space all to ourselves without feeling like anyone can walk in on us. I want to do so many things to her but I don't know how to start it.

I'm not a natural like her. Yes, I've always known I was into girls from my earlier years as a teenager but dating and actually making out with one? It's all new territory.

"You're literally the worst puzzle partner ever," I complain to get these thoughts out of my head. I watch as she stacks pieces into random piles instead of sorting them properly. "The edges go first. Everyone knows that. And I've told you that before. "

"Says who?" Naomi's hair is falling out of her messy bun, and she keeps scrunching her nose when she concentrates. It's stupidly cute and it's making bats move in my belly. "Maybe I'm revolutionizing the puzzle strategy."

I snort.

"Yeah, the strategy of making everything ten times harder,"  I mutter but I'm grinning as I say it.

This like every other date we've had was her idea – something chill we could do together that wasn't Netflix and chill. It's nice. Different.

After the whole meet-my-dad situation earlier which, seriously, felt like being cross-examined by the world's most intimidating lawyer yet I got through with it, this is exactly what we need.

I catch myself humming some Taylor Swift song under my breath as I sort through the blue pieces. It's something I do when I'm relaxed – a cute habit, as Naomi calls it. She's getting good at giving me names for them.

"Hey," Naomi says suddenly, excitement gleaming in her eyes. "I found something you need."

My eyes dart up to find her holding what's definitely a corner piece. The corner piece I've been obsessively searching for.

"You've had that this whole time?" I frown, shooting her a death glare.

Clearly, she likes torturing me.

Her grin is absolutely evil and more evil. "Maybe."

"Give it." I warn, making a grab for it, but she pulls back, laughing nonstop.

"Come and get it."

"You're such a pain." I lunge forward, trying to snatch it from her hand again, but she keeps leaning away until I'm basically sprawled across her lap.

"Come on," I grumble, but she throws her hands over her head and now my boobs are practically in her face.

I don't even know how this goes but suddenly, we are not chuckling anymore. She is staring right at me with those eyes that make my stomach swoon terribly and I can't help but want more of this closeness.

"Hi," she says softly, voice slightly muffled because she is about to bury it in my chest.

"Hi yourself." My voice comes out all breathy, which should be embarrassing, but Naomi's looking at my lips now and honestly, I can't remember why I should be embarrassed.

The first time I kissed Naomi, it was soft, almost hesitant. Like we're both testing something that we would like or not.

But now Naomi makes this tiny sound and her hand comes up to cup my face, and oh.

Oh.

This is different from our usual kisses – the quick ones between classes or the careful ones on my doorstep.

Her thumb strokes my cheek, and I'm pretty sure my heart is going to explode. Her hair is soft between my fingers, but when did my hand get in her hair?

Everything feels kind of electric and soft at the same time.

When we pull apart, I rest my forehead against hers for a second, just breathing. My lips are tingling.

"So," I manage to say, "about that puzzle piece..."

She chuckles. "I'm not done with you yet," she whispers and the next thing I know, I'm being pulled to her bedroom.

I don't say a word, only my eyes are glued to hers, watching ad she locks the door and turns on some music on her phone.

"I..."

"What?" There's concern on her face.

"I want to watch you strip." I don't know where that is coming from but it's coming and I can't take it back.

Naomi looks unsure at first but she chuckles, biting a lip to hide a blush. She takes off her hoodie first, then her sweats. The full panties clinging to her slender hips make me want to swallow my tongue.

She keeps the eye contact as she removes her sports bra.

She doesn't take off her panties, not yet. She crawls into bed and straddles me.

"I missed this," she says as she leaves a trail of kiss from my forehead to under my jaw.

"Same," I mutter but I can't breathe okay.

Naomi takes her time to play around licking my belly when she pulls my top up, a hand rests on my already hard nipples and I can't help but keep wiggling beneath her.

"Stay still," she demands but I can't follow her rules when she is making me go crazy.

"May I?" She asks, tugging at my jeans.

I nod, my vision hazy.

She takes off my jeans and underwear. She is on her way between my legs when I stop her. My heart is drumming so hard in my chest but I manage.

"I...did some research."

Naomi grimances.

"It's good, I promise."

She comes back up. Kissing my lips softly.

"I'm really horny and you want to talk about research?" I can see the want in her eyes but today, I want to make her feel good and not always the other way.

"Sex." I breathe. "Lesbian sex. I want to try that out."

Naomi smiles. "Well, you don't have to ask."

"No," I shake my head.

She is confused I can tell but I continue.

"I want to lead."

She cocks an eyebrow but nods. "Have at it princess." She lays back on the bed, her arms tucked under her head as she watches me take off the rest of my top.

I don't know how long it takes but soon, we are both screaming. I'm the one on top of her, our legs tangled up and crossed so our most sensitive parts are touching and rubbing over each other.

Naomi grabs a handful of my ass as she tries to muffle another loud moan.

The music was definitely a good idea.