I sat at the table, thinking about many things but mostly about my old friend, an old friend I hadn’t seen in a long time.
I’ve always considered myself to be straight, so I’m definitely not going to give myself any kind of label anytime soon. However, I do admit that I have done a lot of crazy lesbian type things. When I was in school I had this friend, who evidently, was a lesbian. Anyway, we would walk home from school together and run back to my house and fuck like crazy. This was before my parents came home of course, or if my parents were going to be home we’d go and do it at her place.
So about a week ago, this old friend of mine called me up, asking if we could catch up. I said yes of course, thinking she might have lots to tell me. It was weird seeing her again, after all those years, and memories. She hadn’t changed all that much, I do admit she looked a lot like her mother though, and had put on a lot of weight. He casually sat down and talked, going over the old memories and what not. She asked me if I had a boyfriend, I said no, I then asked her if she had a boyfriend, she said no too. We laughed and then she just randomly said. “So, do you think we could ever go back to how we used to be?” I assumed she was talking about the ‘friendship’ not the ‘sexual’ stuff so I just said “Yeah, sure”. She seemed to be looking at me a lot and I started to feel concerned, would it be right to go back to how we used to be? Would it be unacceptable now that we were older? It’s not like we were involved in relationships with anybody, so did it really matter? I still didn’t really know if that’s what she meant though so I didn’t say anything. We watched a movie and talked some more then she kissed me, I gave in and decided to be my outgoing self and do ‘out there’ things, whether that be sky diving, posing naked or kissing my lesbian friend. I couldn’t blame her really, I mean I knew I looked great so how could she resist right? We kissed some more and eventually started stripping, throwing our clothes to the floor and picking up from where we last left off. The passion we used to share was still there, we still wanted each other sexually, even if it was a few years later. Nothing was going through my mind but how it felt to kiss her again, how if felt to have her hand make it’s way up my thigh. She kissed down my neck and placed her mouth over my nipple, sighing and sucking on it.