We are two best friends from an all-girls Catholic college with very different sexual preferences in mind. Amanda is bi-curious and I am straight. I believe that my body is for a man's pleasure. As for her, she prefers to enjoy both sexes, separately or at the same time.
She never befriended me with the intention of having her lesbian curiosity fulfilled. We became friends because we had the same crazy minds. We enjoyed a good hearty laugh together. We were, and are, kindred spirits and inseparable.
We showered together, slept together as a normal best of friends might do on a sleepover back in college. We still do, of course, but with nothing sexual between us. Just a casual hug, a goodnight kiss. We cuddle too, and that's how familiar she was with my body.
We both are flirts. I tease by playing with a person's imagination while she likes flaunting her beautiful curves in revealing dresses.
She says I have a strong personality. In other words, I'm bossy with her. She, on the other hand, always likes to be instructed, even with taking a drink of water. We're still the best of friends and never had a big argument. Well, because she always agrees with me.
We're each working in a different firm and only get together when both have free time from our own busy lives. Friday night she gave me a call telling me that her boyfriend was gone for a weekend trip to Europe without her. My expat boyfriend has been away for months, working.
We decided on a sleepover and to have a movie marathon, with all her favorite calorie intakes for dinner, at my place.
"What do you want to watch tonight?" I ask her while whisking the remote control in my hand. I always make her choose what movies to watch. She sometimes has some weird choices.
"Let's go adventure!" she enthusiastically declares.
"Okay, we'll watch the Pirates of the Caribbean series," I agree, for I love Johnny Depp.
"NO!" she squeals in protest, sitting barefoot on the floor with only her undies and my shirt jammies.
"No? Then what do you want to watch, Fast and the Furious series?" I suggested what she might like because she loves Vin Diesel.
"NO!" Another sequel coming from her.
"What do you want then?" She's starting to get on my nerves.
She's blushing, with her puppy brown eyes looking at me, while her hand is digging inside the bag of chips.
"Let's watch something like threesome porn," she says almost in a whisper.
"Okay," I assent, switching my flat screen online to the channel my boyfriend frequently visits when he's at home. I type 'threesome' in the search engine. I randomly choose one without checking the credits. I hit 'enter.'
The movie starts playing as I sit beside her on the floor with my pajama pants and my boyfriend’s big white Hanes shirt. I raid her snacks, picking up two almond donuts and stuffing a vanilla ice cream in between. I eat with gusto as I turn my head to the screen, only to see two girls kissing in the movie.