Rosa's lips were right at my ear as we danced cheek to cheek, breasts on breasts and hips on hips. I let out a sigh, the drinks having taken their toll and stripped down my inhibitions. Yes, I was slow dancing with another woman, a lesbian. Yes, our bodies were pressed together in a very intimate way, the skin from her cleavage touching mine. Yes, yes but so what? Who the hell cares? It's not like I am sleeping with her.

"Damn you feel good, it's all good right? Nothing wrong with it, just a dance," she cooed, feeling her lips brush my ear. Rosa was right, but it was...