64 comments/ 60704 views/ 62 favorites I'd Go Gay For You By: bi_cathy This is only a one scene story that I wrote quickly under the influence of a short burst of inspiration. I believe it stands on its own, but it can also be the beginning of a longer, more elaborate plot. Let me know in the comments if you'd like me to write a continuation, I can't promise that I will, but if there's enough demand, I might. -- "What about Megan Fox?" Tim asked and Sam whistled as he nodded in approval. I looked at Kate and we both sighed in exasperation. Megan Fox. What on earth did men see in her? "Come on, you've already dismissed Angelina, and now Megan. What's wrong with Megan?" Sam sounded like a big fan. "Typical male reaction. She looks good but she's too... Uhm... How can I put it?" Kate fell silent, looking for the word. "Plasticky," I threw at her. "Yes, that's it, plasticky. She's like a Barbie doll, kind of unreal. I don't get the fascination with her." "Alright then, suppose that's true," Tim continued, relentlessly trying to find the sexiest female celebrity, "if Angelina and Megan are out, who does that leave?" I shared a glance with Kate and we both shrugged, unable to come up with a name. "You're asking the wrong crowd," Kate simply stated. "I don't think we're wired to answer that, at least not us straight gals anyway." I nodded in approval and added, "it's just that naming someone else as the sexiest woman alive is a lot like us saying we're not sexy enough. We don't want that kind of competition, and we certainly don't want anyone to start comparing. However," I added then shut up abruptly. "However?" Sam urged me to continue, and I regretted having opened that door, but oh well... "However, if it was the other way around, you know, not the sexiest woman for you to gawk at and us to compete against, but the woman I'd go gay for, then I could, potentially, have an answer for that." "Oh," Tim and Sam replied in unison as Kate kept a straight face. "It's a small distinction, but I suppose your definition of sexy is just the body, whereas I'd pick her also based on talent, feeling, brains. Facial expressions and eyes are extremely important to me as well, so I'd never go gay for someone as blank and bland as Megan." "Sounds like you've thought this one through, honey," Sam said with surprise and a hint of excitement in his voice. He took my hand and squeezed it. "Oh I have. As a matter of fact, I have a list of top 5 women I'd go gay for." I laughed to make it sound like I hadn't spent too much time thinking about it. "We're listening. Don't stop," Tim urged me on. "But you have to promise not to laugh, or argue. As I said, these are not the typical male version of sexy, they're just awesome and that does it for me." "And by it, you mean you get hot and flustered for them?" Sam joked while squeezing my hand even harder. I frowned, took my hand back, slouched into my seat with a pout on my face, so he feigned innocence. "What? I just wanted to make sure we're all on the same definition page here!" "We all know what it means," I angrily retorted then sat back straight. "Alright, number one is Stana Katic." Sam raised his right brow slightly and seemed taken by surprise, "She's the Castle woman, right?" I nodded. "Not bad, she's tall and sexy in a European kind of way. So what makes you tick for her?" "Uh, with Stana, it's the full package. She's hot, I mean we all agree on that. She's a brilliant actress and also funny and shy in real life, she sings, she speaks so many languages. Her Russian accent? To die for. And she has that kind of look that you just know would be perfect in a leather jacket, a gown, or a t-shirt and jeans." "You really do like her, eh?" "She is my number one for a lot of valid reasons," I winked, "the primary being her hotness in a black dress at some red carpet event. Wait, I need to Google that photo, you'll understand." I took out my phone and started searching as Sam and Tim stared at me, a bit surprised by how this whole conversation was shaping up. "Remind me to check your Internet history when we get home, honey. I'm starting to think I'll find a lot of interesting stuff there." "What makes you think I don't know how to use private browsing or erase my history?" and as he was about to have his mind blown by that comment, I found the image, "Oh there it is! Hawt. Super hawt!" I showed them the photo and they both stared a few seconds longer than necessary, making my point for me. I then turned the phone to Kate, who had surprisingly stayed silent this whole time, as opposed to how fiercely she was debating the non-sexiness of Angelina Jolie a few minutes earlier. She looked at the screen for a split second, and she just said with indifference, "I suppose she's better than Megan and Jolie." "I approve," Sam said as he took my phone again and surveyed Stana's photo from head to toes several times. "If you ever see her and have the chance, you have my blessing to go for it. Just make sure you call me so I can either watch or eavesdrop. Or, you know, come back and explain in full details how it all went. I fully approve." "Thanks," I snickered at his blessing. As if I'd wait for it if I ever met her. "Number two is Sasha Alexander and Jessica Capshaw." I knew I had their attention there so I explained, "yes, number two is a threesome! Sasha is in the first two seasons of NCIS. She's now the blond morgue doctor in Rizzoli & Isles. Capshaw is the peds surgeon on Grey's, the perky happy lesbian. So she's had some...training I guess" I faked a throat clearing sound. "They're both friends and married to men in real life, but they look and behave very similarly, they even admit that. They also have that innocent cuteness about them, plus their eyes are just gorgeously expressive." "A lesbian threesome, uh. Who would have figured?" Sam looked deeply into my eyes with what seemed to be a newly found appreciation. "Actually, there are even more rules there. I wouldn't go gay for either of them alone. I think I'm more interested in seeing them together. That'd be absolutely gorgeous to look at. And they both have to have short hair. I just don't like them in longer hair. Jessica's first appearance in Grey's is in shoulder-length curly hair, and she almost made me melt in her cuteness." "I think I found a pic of them together," Tim showed his phone to Sam and they both nodded. "I get it," they're sweet. "I just don't see the eyes thing." "You have to see them acting. They don't even have to pronounce a word to get their point across." "Threesome approved." Sam tapped the table twice, as if he was appointed judge of my gay fantasies. "Number three?" "That one you'll know. Mila Kunis." Tim whistled and Sam did a hail gesture with both his hands while happily blurting "Mila? Honey, you rock!" "Yup, those eyes, those lashes? Umph," I faked a satisfied grunt. "Plus she has that good girl gone bad vibe to her, totally does it for me." Sam laughed. "Are you approving this one as well?" "Only if you tape it. I'm not letting you come back and say, hey, honey, I slept with Mila Kunis, and then not have some proof or any visual memorabilia of that." "What makes you think I'd come back?" "Oh oh oh, touché!" Tim snorted and Sam feigned an angry face. "Laugh all you want, this is what you're coming home with, tonight." He gestured towards his body and I blew him an air kiss. "And number four is Jordana Spiro." They both raised their eyebrows in silent questioning. "She's not that famous, but she was in Harry's Law. Now she's in Mob Doctor. Actually, she is the mob doctor in Mob Doctor." "Nope, not ringing a bell." Sam shook his head. "Google her," he asked Tim. "Way ahead of you, here she is." They both looked at the screen for a bit. "I don't get this one." "She's very girl-next-door. Nothing special there." Sam agreed. "You'd go gay for her but not for Megan Fox?" "Absolutely. There's something about her that gets to me. Kate, back me up on this one." She had remained silent again for the whole conversation and didn't even look at me when I asked for her opinion. She simply rolled her spaghetti for the hundredth time over the fork and I was starting to wonder whether she was freaking out. After all, we had spent our entire childhoods together, never discussed anything but boys and men, and yet here I was explicitly telling our boyfriends in no uncertain terms, that I had a few girl crushes. Tim, not sensing the tension, gave his phone to Kate and asked, "babe, would you go gay for that or Megan?" She gave a quick look to the screen and shrugged, "neither," then unrolled and re-rolled the pasta again. She was obviously annoyed, and I realized we needed to steer away from that conversation before it got even more awkward between us. "And number five?" Sam asked, even more oblivious than Tim. I glanced at Kate and simply knew there was no way I could tell them my number five, not even as a joke. She wouldn't take it well. "Uhm, I guess there's no number five," I lied. "They're five women, the threesome counts double," I felt slightly proud of the way I was digging myself out of that hole. I looked at Kate again and was happy to see her finally taking that spaghetti from the dish to her mouth. That conversation was over, thank goodness, and I was ready to go back to my burger. "What about you, babe?" Tim suddenly said and I nearly spit out my first burger bite. Men simply don't know when to shut up. Kate raised her eyes from her platter and asked, "what about me what?" "You don't have a list of women you'd go gay for?" "No." "Come on, not even a girl crush?" She blushed and lowered her face. The redness in her cheeks was quite obvious to the three of us, and while I knew that this was better left unquestioned until I was alone with her, Sam and Tim didn't. They kept on pushing her, with Sam stating that she's obviously holding back on us, and Tim adding that there was nothing to be ashamed of. Clearly, he argued, she wasn't the only one to feel this way at times, as demonstrated by my elaborate top 5 list. "Ok, Ok," she finally gave in, "I'll tell you but you have to promise to leave it alone." She turned her head slightly to me and added, "and not be weirded out by it. We're all talking hypothetically here, right?" "As if I'd ever meet Stana Katic and have a chance to be with her," I giggled, even more oblivious than Sam and Tim to what was unfolding. "So I suppose, if I'm ever, hypothetically," she stressed again and stared at me, "going to turn gay for someone, it wouldn't be a celebrity that I've never met before. It's just not me. I'd want it to be with someone I've known for a while, someone I like, and trust, and who I know is awesome." What? That was all that my mind could muster to think at that point. Was it a hopeful figment of my imagination or was she really going there? She stopped staring at her drink and turned to me again and said, in perfectly clear and unmistakable words, "I'd go gay for you." That lump, the huge one that had been forming in my mouth for the past few seconds? I almost choked on that. She did just say it, right? The one sentence I was afraid to pronounce a few minutes ago? She had just gone and said it, like it was the most normal thing to tell your best friend of more than twenty years. I think the men threw a couple of comments but I wasn't hearing anything else at that point. The only sound echoing in my head was her voice repeatedly pronouncing those words, "I'd go gay for you." She had certainly stressed that it was hypothetical, but to have had the guts to make such a statement, it meant she had thought about this at least once before, and... "See, I knew that would be weird," I heard her say and that took me out of my daydream. "Me?!" I asked, still not sure how to take this. Pretend it never happened, joke about it, talk about it later with her, admit I felt the same way about her? So many outcomes, so little time to pick one. But she made the decision for me, as she giggled and slapped my wrist playfully. "Yes you, silly. Look at you, you're gorgeous, you're funny, smart, considerate, honest, you have everything anyone would want." The boys sounded a long oooooh in unison, and she dismissed them with a hand wave, "simply ask Sam, I think he'd agree." Sam nodded and leaned over the table to give me a quick peck. He was certainly taking this a lot better than I was. I feigned a slight smirk. I felt annoyed. You simply don't blast out something like this and hide it with a nonchalant approach. At least that's not how I imagined it would go. There's no way the door was closed on this opportunity right after it being open for a split-second. "That's it? You're not asking for details?" I looked at Sam and Tim and tried to hide that I was using them for my ploy. "Uhm, no," Tim replied and Sam pretended not to understand my question. A few minutes ago, I was hoping they would leave it alone, and now they finally decided to do that? Their untimely awkwardness sensor certainly wasn't working in my favor. "I guess it's overrated then, that men really enjoy the idea of seeing two girls together, kissing and such." I shrugged and pretended to move on, while still avoiding Kate who, I could feel, was burning holes in my skull with the piercing way she was staring at me. "Oh we sure love that. But it's just weird with you two," Tim finally explained. Not helping my case, man. "Oh Ok. What's with that anyway?" I asked, keeping the conversation in the same boat. I knew Tim wouldn't mind dwelling on the topic along with me. "It's pure math. One woman is sexy. Two women is double the sexy. Plus, there's no bloke there to ruin it for us or weird us out for watching it. So it's twice as sexy, minus the gross." "I think that's the best way someone has explained this to me," I smiled at Tim. He always had that no-nonsense approach and that's why I even tolerated him being with Kate. "Plus, I think it's about the challenge. Are you man enough to handle two women at the same time? Every guy likes to think that he is. And there's also the challenge of turning them. I mean, you can tell they enjoy each other, but can you make them enjoy a guy instead?" Tim added and turned to Sam for approval. He was met with a blank stare. "Oh admit it, we all wonder about that." "Sorry, I blacked out," Sam blurted. "I just had this mental image of you two together and now I can't shake it." He pointed at me and Kate, and I almost jumped in giddiness. Attaboy Sam! "You don't think it's weird?" Tim asked him. "Oh no dude, just picture it for a second. You'll see." They both fell silent, and Tim glazed over for a moment, as I tried to hide a big smirk from forming on my face. "You're right, not weird anymore," Tim stated as he came back from his colorful imagination round. "Pervs," I snickered. Tim shook his finger at me and declared solemnly, "not pervs, no. In my mind, it's beautiful and very delicate." "Same here, man. Soft kisses, little sighs, slow undressing, lots of caresses, all that sensual stuff," Sam added with a silly smile on his face that I was mimicking on the inside. Kate, who had fallen silent throughout this whole exchange, slightly squirmed next to me, and I knew this was getting to her as much me. I didn't even need to look at her, despite her burning glances at me, to know that I was only a couple of minutes away from getting what I wanted. And she'd be ready and willing when it happens. "Stop picturing that," I slapped Sam's wrist, threw a frown on my face to top it off and was about to slap Tim's when he abruptly took his hand away from the table and smirked. "Can't help it. We like beautiful things, and you two? You'd be very, very beautiful." "You couldn't handle it though," I challenged him and as he was about to reply, I stopped him, "na-ah, don't kid yourself, we're two awesome for anyone to handle it." Now all he had to do was bite, and I was ready to reel my fish in. "Oh? Prove it. Kiss her. You, woman, have the blessing to french and tongue my girlfriend all you want." The fish took the bait. "Ah, I know what you're doing there. I'm not falling for this. No sir, I am too smart." "Don't make any excuses. You just challenged me. Prove me wrong." Reeling it in. "Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her," Tim started chanting while tapping on the table. Oh it's a big fish! I feigned disinterest, and for the first time in ten minutes, turned towards Kate to give her my best can you believe them face. Yet, the way she was looking at me at that moment made me forget what and why I was doing this. There was so much fear, mixed with so much arousal, that I lost track of my thoughts and desires. I just wanted to hug her, and well, kiss her, but I didn't want to do it in front of Tim or Sam. No, I wanted that intimate moment to be private, and untainted by the reactions or the presence of other people. Could I backpedal on this one? "Not going to happen, Tim," I eventually blurted with as much conviction as I could. I turned back to the boys but that look on Kate's face was still haunting me. "Um, OK, I get it. You're a coward." Tim shrugged and it seemed as though we were finally done with that conversation. I was about to sigh and put it all behind me until I would have the courage to confront Kate again when I felt her hand on my thigh. She had reached below the table and was squeezing me, thankfully, approvingly, or...was that a different kind of squeeze? And I suddenly remembered what she had admitted only a few minutes ago. I finally felt that surge of courage rise from where she was touching me on my thigh to my heart. I leaned into her neck and whispered, "I'd go gay for you too." I'd Go Gay For You Ch. 02 Author's note: I had stated in part 1 that the short dinner scene stood on its own, but I also promised I'd consider writing a second part if there was enough demand. Since almost all comments were clamouring for a continuation, I had to cave. I finally found a way to keep the story going in the same playful vibe as the first, while remaining as authentic to the characters as possible. I wrote this as I wrote the first scene, riding on a short burst of inspiration for a few hours. I hope you enjoy it! -- We stood next to each other in the elevator, a little closer than friends should, a little farther than lovers would, with our hands barely touching. The electricity from the contact was slowly spreading through my body, neither overwhelming nor subdued, but more like a slow and unstoppable underlying current, just like the sexual tension that had me alert but not fully ready during dinner. And ready I still wasn't. Kate was my best friend, and the thought of losing her... Well, it just wasn't on the cards. Now that the impish excitement that took us during our double date was gone, now that we weren't in a public setting where the teasing was innocent and cute, what were we supposed to do? Forget all that happened and move on as friends, or tumble inside her apartment like horny teenagers and fuck each other's brains out? As appealing as the second option was, I had to admit that it just wasn't ideal. But the way we were standing now had me certain that we weren't going to forget about it either. So there we were, stuck somewhere in the middle and that made it all the more complicated. I didn't want complicated. It had always been easy between us, simple. Unlike with other people, it didn't take an effort for us to try and meet in the middle. There was never a "me" and a "you", it had always been a "we". Losing that simplicity meant losing who "we" were. I needed to keep reading her like an open book and for her to do the same, just like we somehow both headed towards my car after our double date, and I didn't find it strange that she had decided to ride home with me instead of Tim. We both knew we had to address what had been said during the dinner. I was taken out of the whirlwind of my thoughts as I felt her lean sideways toward me and nudge my shoulder. I turned to see her grin but failing to hide how terrified she was. Maybe there was a chance for us after all. If she was as scared as I was, she must care as much as I did. "What?" I smiled and nudged her back. The elevator sounded its ding and the doors opened, just as we were about to burn our first awkward bridge. The open hallway between where we stood and her apartment's door seemed like a minefield to me, full of potential errors and bombs waiting to explode and destroy us both. Instinctively, I grabbed her hand and she squeezed it tightly. I saw the same apprehension on her face that I was feeling in my heart. We can do this, I thought. Together, we can do this. We walked slowly out of the elevator and toward the door, her palm sweating in mine - or was it mine in hers? It doesn't matter, there was sweat, slight trembling and little squeezing all mixed together. We stopped in front of the door, she fumbled for her keys but found them quickly and turned to open it. She suddenly swivelled back and looked me right in the eyes with resolve. Her sharp determination had the magical effect of quelling my own fears and in an instant, I was ready for anything. "Do you want to come inside?" I don't know how or why I had switched back into my playful nature, but I found myself quickly replying, "oh sure, I'd like to have some privacy when I come." I giggled and watched her as she processed the perverse meaning of my answer. She smiled and dismissed it by quickly asking again, "I meant do you want to come for a drink?" "I was hoping that I'd come and you'd drink." Where did that come from? As the embarrassment of the answer hit us both at the same time, I realized that I didn't want to spook her so fast. I smiled and hoped for the best. "Oh, I'm sorry, that was taking it too far." "Honey," her eyes lit up with a mischievous spark, "I'm pretty sure you can take it as far as I give it." Oh, that was just perfect! I feigned surprise and hurt. "I see, so you're getting back at me now?" "Sure, as long as we try it missionary first." It took a split second for the full meaning of her words to hit her, then her mouth opened in a large O and she instantly slapped her hand over it. I chuckled and she embarrassingly turned again to open the door. She walked inside and I followed her, the smile on my face from her last comment slowly fading into dreadful trepidation. "Do you want coffee, juice ... or something stronger? I have beer, wine and scot..." "Kate," my voice broke from the dryness of my mouth, "I'm not here for a drink..." I gently grabbed her hand and spun her to face me. Less than a step separated us, but it felt like valleys of uncertainty and mountains of hope... "or a movie, or to enjoy the view." I'm here for you. The words were implied yet they didn't make it out of my lips. She pouted and whispered, "I thought you enjoyed the view." I wasn't in the mood for games anymore. They were just delaying the obvious and I couldn't wait longer. "I always, always, enjoy looking at you. You're beautiful." She blushed and stepped closer. I found myself doing the same. I had never seen her face from such an intimate distance, and I found it even more gorgeous and flawless. The little freckles on her cheeks spread like gold dust, her eyes slowly opened and closed with the arousal dilating her pupils. And her lower lip curving outward and down, quivering with anticipation, was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I got even closer to her, our hands still entwined on one side. I raised my other hand to caress her face and leaned in. I was no longer scared or apprehensive. This felt right, this felt true. Truer than anything I had done before. My lips parted slightly just like hers and I stopped, relishing that excitement before they touched. I waited a few seconds, where I enjoyed taking the air that was slowly drifting out of her mouth until our breathing synchronised, and we were heaving at the same time. I whispered against her mouth, "can I kiss you now?" She nodded. I erased the remaining distance between us and went for her lower lip, kissing it once, twice, three times. My heart thumped in my chest and I could feel hers beating loudly against me. How strange was it to have a full chest so close to mine? I had never pictured it would be this soft, this sexy, and this simple for two pairs of breasts to get together. Men must lose their minds kissing a woman, with those two globes protruding like an invitation, reaching ahead beyond the body, tender, squeezable and fun. Then riding and falling with every breath, innocently caressing their own chests, taunting them with possibilities and excitement by moving so naturally. I stopped for air, my hand now traveling down on her neck, dangerously threatening to go lower without my permission. She breathed out a long sigh. "Did you have to be so delicious?" She said it more as a statement than a question. I stopped looking at her lips and raised my eyes to meet hers. She quickly closed them and seemed to struggle against her emotions. I gave her a few seconds to relax and kept caressing her face and neck. "I've been trying to convince myself for the past few years that I'm not attracted to you, that it's just a phase or I'm misinterpreting my feelings. But I can't do that anymore, not after this. I like you... more than a friend should." She opened her eyes, and I saw fear overtaking them. This wasn't us teasing Tim and Sam nor was it a simple admission of attraction. This was almost the bravest of love confessions, with her taking pieces of her soul and laying them in front of me, waiting for my answer, unsure if I'd pick them up or stomp on them. I couldn't stand seeing her so vulnerable, so raw in front of me. "I like you too." We both knew I meant more than that. I smiled as the relief slowly spread through her face, and she leaned into me. She kissed me this time, tenderly but without hesitation, claiming my lips one by one then surrendering them back every few seconds. With every short pause between kisses, I felt the bridges between friendship and love crumble. I had lied to myself for years, pretending this was just a physical desire. But if it was just a need for flesh, then why did I feel so empty when her lips left mine? Why did I want to keep her in me, on me, with me? Why did I care for how she felt, why was I so happier that she shared the same fears and emotions as me for the past years? And why did my blood rush so disturbingly fast between my lower abdomen and my heart, unsure of where to settle? "Wait," she pulled back, a realization suddenly hitting her, "was I number five on your list?" I smiled and slowly blinked once. "Really, number five?" She asked, feigning to be offended. "Really? Have you seen Stana Katic?" I teased. "Have you met Stana Katic?" Oh, way to drive the knife deep in the wound! She smiled, rather happy with her answer. "OK so her, I understand, but the others? No." She shook her head. "I demand to be taken at least to the second position, if not sharing the first position with Stana." "Oh, there are many positions I'd like to share with you and Stana." I winked. If she was going back there, she had to know that I still had some high-spirited replies in me. She hit my shoulder blade with her free hand and chuckled. "Asshole!" This was just too easy. "You know I haven't done that yet, but we can discuss it if you feel so strongly about it." I wiggled my eyebrows to punctuate the salacious retort. It took her a second to understand what I had implied, and she sighed reluctantly. "Are you seriously going to take that and twist it as you please?" She instantly noticed that she had set herself up for another come-back and put her hand on my mouth before I could speak. "Don't. Just don't say it." I grinned and kissed her fingers. She slowly trailed them down my neck then back into my hair, pulling me closer. "You are really digging yourself into a big hole of That's What She Saids." "I am. It's a case of anything I say can and will be used against me." She shook her head and started leaning in for another kiss. "Before we move on, can I have the last one, please?" I implored with my eyes. She nodded, submitting to my plea. "Go ahead, you earned it." "I'll take anything you give me and use it for my pleasure." We both chuckled. "That's it, I'm done," I said as I raised my hands in the air and feigned surrender. "No you're not. We haven't even begun." She grabbed my hands and lead me to the living room sofa. She stopped in front of it and asked, a little cloud of worry passing in her eyes, "I don't want us to go too far today, but I would really, really like to throw you on that couch and straddle you for a long and torrid make out session. You know, something to start the process of me going gay for you." She kissed me quickly to seal her request. I smiled. Her sweetness had melted my heart and there was nothing else in the world that I wanted to do more than be with her. "I'd like to start going gay for you too." I'd Go Gay For You Ch. 03 Author's note: When I started this series, I thought I'd stop at the first chapter but all of your kind words and requests for more made me cave once, and now twice. The big challenge in this series is finding a way to move the story forward realistically while staying true to the characters that you all loved. I believe I managed to do that again here. For now, my intention is to end this series here, but who knows? I keep saying that then I have a short light bulb moment that shows me the way forward, and I can't stop myself from writing the next part. We'll see, no promises. Heads-up for my regular readers: this story is more explicit than my regular style. You'll see that the situation dictated that. However, many of you liked my writing because it was less explicit than average, so I'd love to have your feedback on whether or not you are ok with this new direction, or if you prefer the previous ones. Please comment or send me a message with your thoughts. ***** I had almost run out of her apartment to my car. She wanted to take things slow and I agreed, but at one point during that long kissing session, I started teetering on the edge of the abyss, ready to jump and praying she would catch me. She had straddled me like she suggested earlier, but when I agreed to her proposition, I hadn't taken into account the fact that she would be almost sitting in my lap, grinding rhythmically to every kiss, with her jeans rubbing so deliciously on mine. I hadn't thought of how impossible it would be to stop my hand from slipping between us, looking to touch her and see if she was as hot and drenched as I was. And I hadn't anticipated how intoxicating it felt to be beneath her or how powerless she would make me. For over an hour, I relinquished all control and let her take the reigns, and what a beautiful surrender that was! But when I sensed her hands run across the bare skin below the hem of my t-shirt, as I stared deep into the abyss and saw myself free-falling, I caught my footing and shook myself out of this euphoric state of abandon and stopped her. The way she looked at me then, like a kid who just dropped his ice cream scoop and was left with an empty cone, almost made me remove my hands and let her take advantage of me. But I had to be stronger. This wasn't a one-night stand or a quickie in the bathroom of a bar. This was Kate, my Kate, my best friend. We weren't ready yet. "Not yet," I whispered against her neck and kissed her there. If she was so soft and addictive on the outside, I couldn't help but imagine how smoother and tastier she would be on the inside. "Uhm, you're right." She took her hands from below my shirt and looked at them as if she didn't know where to put them or what to do with them now that they couldn't touch me anymore. For a few seconds, I followed her confusion until she eventually settled on reclining back and dropping them on her thighs. "I should probably leave." She was staring at me with what I would later call her "horny face", eyelids slightly dropped, pupils dilated, with pure adrenaline and endorphins almost jumping out of her eyes. I wondered whether my own face betrayed my arousal as much as hers did and if she could sense how difficult it was for me to control that. She suddenly jumped and was in front of the sofa on her two feet. She extended her hand to me and as she was pulling me up, I felt my knees wobble and had to hold onto her to stop myself from falling. She laughed and after she helped me steady myself, she brought her forehead to mine and stared deep into my soul. She used a quasi-hypnotizing voice to speak the next words. "You're standing on the ground now. I'm going to let you go. You'll have to use your legs to stay steady." She grinned and brought our hips closer. "Remind me to get you a cane or a wheelchair if we go further next time." She kissed me quickly on the lips and let me go. I smiled and summoned all my strength to pick up my purse and walk as fast as I could out of the door. The drive home was short and uneventful, thankfully. My senses were alert but they weren't focused on the road. I wasn't thinking nor was I replaying the scenes. There was just an overwhelming sensation of pressure, as if I was under water, and my ears were ringing loudly. Everything came crashing the moment I stood in front of my apartment's door. I couldn't believe that I had left a few hours earlier, with a deep secret and no intention to even reveal it to myself. Yet here I was, standing in the same spot and nothing would ever be the same. I still had trouble convincing myself that this had just happened. I had kissed Kate, tasted the delicacy that is her tongue, let my hands wander for a long time on the velvet of her skin. And the best part? She had kissed me back, she had shared my fears, my anticipation and my attraction. "I broke up with Sam," I said matter-of-factly. I leaned against the hallway wall facing my apartment's door, dropped my head sideways and held the phone there with my shoulder. My hands went into my jeans pockets and I started toying with the inner fabric, a nervous habit. "I broke up with Tim," she answered with as much detachment in her voice as I had felt in mine. I should have been sad, or at least guilty, but I wasn't. I didn't even remember how the conversation went, just that I called Sam when I parked my car and it was over quickly. It was the appropriate thing to do, given that I had just spent an hour kissing someone else. "Are you O..." We asked simultaneously and then started laughing. "I'm standing outside my apartment. I can't open the door because that would mean this night is over and I'm going back." I confessed. "So open it while you're talking to me. That way, the night doesn't end at the door. That way, I go inside, with you." I chuckled and she instantly understood why. "We're back to the dirty jokes now, eh?" "Told you I'm good at taking it both ways." "So this is how it's going to be? You will always spin everything that comes out of me?" Despite this conversation taking place on the phone, I could clearly see her smile with a twinkle in her eyes. This playful banter was just a facade we were both putting up to forget how crucial these moments were, but it was just as important to keep things light. We could have a tedious conversation discussing our hopes and fears, where and how fast we wanted this new relationship to progress, share some tears and hugs and eventually make out sweetly while holding hands. We could also tumble on top of each other, disregarding any common respect or emotion, and jump feet and hands first into an intensely physical relationship. But those possibilities weren't us. They didn't fit us. The wordplay, the mischievous back and forth of spicy jokes felt more authentic to our friendship and dynamic. It was us playing it safe, keeping an opening for a U-turn should things blow in our face. It's not that we needed a two-way ticket — we never wanted to go back to being just friends — but we had to at least provide each other with that option. It was also our way of moving ahead while not plunging too fast, gauging each other without getting too emotional, respecting the sanctity of what we had while still flirting with the promise of a better future. There would be a time when we'd have to be too serious, too touchy-feely, or too horny, but that wasn't this moment. Now, we needed the light quips that maintained the illusion of simplicity. And I had to keep playing the game so I followed with a paltry, "Comes out of you, goes into you, I wouldn't mind spinning it. But it's not like you need my help flipping things around." She chuckled. "Well, I always say there's a certain advantage when you come from a different perspective." She was definitely getting better at this game, with replies hitting me before I even had time to recuperate from the last ones. I had to reclaim the winning hand so I decided to change the rules and even the playing field. "Kate," I whispered, "is that an invitation?" She didn't reply instantly, and I knew I now held the cards in my hand. Her answer was serious. "That took me by surprise." "Trust me, when I take you, you'll see it coming," I blurted quickly and laughed heartily. "Is that a promise?" She asked sternly, unfazed by my trick or the fact that I had just one-upped her. I fell silent and nodded, not even realizing that she couldn't see me. She didn't need to. "Open the door." I obeyed without a word, knowing she could hear the keys turning and the door squeaking open and closed. "Hi," she said, in that same earthy tone that tickled me in all the right spots. "Hi." A few seconds of silence passed as I got into my room, sat on my bed, and relished hearing her voice again, yet as if for the first time. "I was afraid it was an illusion." I could almost hear her smile, "no." The command in her voice was gone, her split-second of bravery was now showing cracks of vulnerability. "Kate?" "Yes..." "I don't want to scare you off but I already miss you." "I already miss you too." I heard a break in her voice that betrayed the depth of her emotions. "I miss you so much I'm actually sitting on the sofa, in the imprint you left." She took a second to reassess her words and asked, "does that sound creepy?" "It's flattering, actually." "If I close my eyes, it's almost as if you are here... Almost. There's your scent in the air and the sofa is hot, it's still hot from your body." "Well, I did indeed get very hot." "Oh, tell me more." Her voice trailed, in a barely perceptible manner that left me wondering where this conversation was headed. "How hot were you?" There was an undertone I had never heard before, a dark and deep one that left me perplexed and excited. Was this what she sounded like when she got aroused? "Very." "Did I make you get that hot?" She had taken the reigns of the conversation, but I was the one in charge. Her whole plan relied on my cooperation so I let her enjoy that illusion of dominance and went with the flow. "Yes." "Did you get wet?" I flinched at the word, and immediately noticed the effect it had on me. As if she had activated a secret biological pathway between my ears and my inner parts, I felt the blood rush lower, transforming into a flood of liquid that seeped out of me and settled on my underwear. A new sensation. "Yes. I was wet for you, Kate." "Was?" She sounded like a disappointed parent scolding their child. "Am," I quickly corrected. "You are what?" She asked, with a disturbing mix of innocence and playfulness. "I am wet for you, Kate." Again, the sensation coursed within me, my lower lips contracted and I felt more of my juices pooling between my legs. I wanted to sigh but I couldn't. The air had left my lungs and I was barely able to breathe as it is. Her voice was wrecking havoc in my brain and body, and this conversation was quickly spinning out of control. I couldn't stop it. And I didn't want to stop it. "I am drenched," she admitted, and the roles shifted again. "Kate?" I secretly knew the effect that repeating her name had on both of us. It kept this conversation real and by doing so, it made it even more exciting. "You know the way you say my name makes me wetter?" "Kate," I repeated and heard her breath catch, "are you touching yourself?" "A little," she answered as if she got caught with her hands in the proverbial cookie jar. "I'm going to need more details." "I am still dressed, and my hand is over my clothes but my palm is against my..." "Is it against your pussy, Kate?" My voice hitched at the end of the question. I had never, in my entire life, used that word, thinking it was crude and offensive. But when I said it then, I owned it. It was appropriate and naughty, direct and suggestive. And that made it all the more effective. Every sentence now, especially that one, acted like an additional trigger for my arousal. I couldn't hold much longer before I had to start touching my own... pussy. "Yes." "Take off your clothes," I ordered. To hell with taking it slow, there was no way I was stopping and hanging up now. My brain wasn't in charge anymore, the blood was somewhere else in my body and that part was making all the decisions. "OK." I heard a ruffle and then the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered. Then there was sudden silence and I waited with baited breath for her next move. "I want you to see me, the first time I undress for you." She was genuinely sad. "We should stop." I didn't want this conversation to end, it was exciting, promising and fun. The anticipation had every nerve in my body wired for extreme sensitivity and I was too far gone to turn around. I might have acted selfishly and carelessly then, I might have used my upper hand to manipulate her, but I couldn't control my impulse. "If I hang up now, are you going to do it by yourself?" "Yes." "How is that better? I want to be with you, I want to share this moment with you. This isn't a dirty deed you do alone, in the dark. This is ours, and it's too beautiful and too genuine to be kept a secret. I want to make you happy, it doesn't matter if it's over the phone or in person. I want to hear your breath and feel your excitement and guide your touches and take you over the edge. I want to be here when you scream and I want to scream with you. Don't take it away from me, Kate, this is ours." I heard the ruffles of her pants and shirt being taken off and thrown nearby. "You are gorgeous," I whispered. "How can you tell?" she asked, almost innocently. "I don't need to see you to know. You are beautiful. And right now, you are naked, and horny," I added without flinching, "for me. This makes you infinitely more gorgeous. I couldn't ask for more." "Will you undress for me too?" "Anything you want." I stood up and was about to take off my shirt. "Stop," she ordered. My heart started beating fast and I waited anxiously for her next move. "I had my hands on your waist, under your shirt, when you stopped me. You know how much I wanted to move them up or down? I was practically salivating at the idea. Take my hands higher. Let them dance on your chest, beneath your shirt. I want to enjoy that moment of forbidden touches, knowing you're letting me reach under your armor." The eloquence of her speech mesmerized me and took possession of the hand on my chest. It was no longer mine, it was hers, and I became nothing but a vehicle for her will. "Slip my hands under your bra, let them graze your nipples, touch the tip and then squeeze the base. I want to feel you shudder." My trembles were betrayed by my voice, "careful, I'm going to bite your neck." "Oh." "What did you want to do next?" "Take off your shirt and unhook your bra now. Let me lick and taste every inch of your breasts." I followed her orders and trailed my fingers across my body, pretending, and believing, that it was her mouth kissing me. I laid back on the bed and breathed deeply into the phone. "Take off my pants, Kate. I need you to touch me." "Shhhhh. You'll do as I say. Do you trust me?" "With my life," I answered honestly. "I only want your orgasm now," she chuckled, "but that's good to know. Do you promise to follow my instructions to the letter?" "Yes." "OK then. Let me take off your jeans." I raised my hips, unbuttoned the pants and slipped quickly out of them. "What color are your panties?" "White. I didn't know this was happening when I got dressed earlier tonight." "I love white panties. You can easily see the wet spots on them. Is there a spot on yours?" I didn't need visual confirmation but still, I raised my head and stared at the crotch. The dark stain got bigger under my observation, with more of my juices rushing to join the river that was now flowing out of me. "It's huge," I admitted. "I'm going to slip my hand under the hem of your panties. The tips of my fingers move slowly until they cup your whole pussy. Then I start rubbing my entire palm against you. Once, twice, three times, ten times." "Please, Kate." "My index gets apart from the rest of the fingers, trails up and down your slit, tickling every nerve on your outer lips. Will you let me in?" "Yes," I agreed instantly. "My index parts your outer lips, touches their inner edge and continues doing nothing but up and down movements across them. Then, gradually, it gets closer to the middle, the highway of nerves and slick flesh between them. It touches your right inner lip and walks up until it reaches the right side of your clit, without directly touching it. Then it goes from your left inner lip until it reaches the left side of your clit. Also no direct contact." "No clit?" I begged. "No clit yet," came the answer. I panted on the phone, my breath barely finding a tiny conduit to enter and leave my lungs. Every drop of blood, every conscious thought, every molecule of oxygen, every feeling and every shiver were concentrated in that tiny part of my body. I was nothing and no one. I was shattered into pieces and none of them mattered but that small patch of tender and slippery skin that she was playing with. "My finger goes lower again, this time parting your inner lips, entering a little bit, taking some of your juices and spreading them up until it reaches your clit. It rubs slowly up and down across your clit, three times... Enjoy every second, every touch, every small and big sensation. My finger goes back into your pussy, takes more of your juices and comes back up again. This time, it rubs in very, very slow circles across your clit, three times, again... It's slow, thorough, it reaches every cell and every nerve on your clit... Then it goes back down and repeats. Pussy, three up-and-down movements, pussy, there circles, all while getting more of your juices spread." "This is torture," I hissed, a couple of minutes later. "I am doing it too," she confessed, with a ragged breath and without the commanding voice. She knew that would make me obedient while also accentuating the impact of every word she was saying. The thought that she also had her finger following the same instructions was too sexy and powerful and I just had to get my release. She guessed my tactic and switched back into her dominant character, "slowly, I said. I want you to enjoy every moment, every twitch. You are not sprinting for that orgasm, you are hiking across a beautiful pathway, and every step you take brings a different scenery and a different experience. Are you enjoying the scenery?" "Yes, Kate." "My finger never does more than three times of each movement. It leaves your clit and goes inside you every time you are getting close. Let the sensations rise. Let the orgasm build up... How close are you?" As if she needed a confirmation! "Very, very close," I managed to say between gasps and sighs. My very being was dismantling beneath the touches of that finger, her finger, the one she possessed and controlled now. "The next time I go up for your clit, I don't stop at three movements. I keep rubbing it, but still slowly. I want to feel your body rise to meet my hand, your lips contract against my fingers, I want to be the tremble that starts coursing in you and the rush that precedes your release. Let yourself go. Come to me... Cum for me." And just like that, I was undone. Spasms ran through me, shattering me into billions of solitary cells and molecules. "Kaaaaaaate!" I screamed, shivers filling my entire body and being. Then there was suddenly peace and the tension in my muscles that was holding me up disappeared. Just as I collapsed on the bed, I heard her moan loudly. The sound she made, that guttural voice, was the most primal and beautiful thing I had ever heard. It rang through my ears, traveled through my body and ended in the junction between my finger and my clit that I hadn't broken yet. I shivered and came again, quickly, peacefully, smiling and prideful. I'd Go Gay For You Ch. 03 For a few minutes, I lost my senses. I couldn't hear or see or feel. Then the high of endorphins slowly faded away and I started coming back. I heard her shallow breathing on the phone and noticed it was slowly getting back to normal. "Hi," I said. She remained silent for a few seconds then chuckled, "hey you." "That was phenomenal." "Did you cum twice?" She asked, again with the playful tone. "I did." "I don't remember allowing that." "Guess you'll have to punish me later." We both started laughing and I realized that the tension that should have been there wasn't. In a matter of hours, we had switched from friends to this, and there was no regret, no apprehension about tomorrow, no unspoken fears about meeting face to face. It felt simple, maybe because we had naturally progressed through the stages? Or because we had stayed true to ourselves through it all? "Will you stay with me until I sleep?" I agreed and waited for her to move to her bedroom and get into bed. I sneaked under my own covers too and we both fell silent, not the awkward kind, but the relaxing and peaceful kind. A few minutes passed with us just enjoying the sound of each other's breathing, then she chuckled. "Let's see if Stana can top that!" She teased again. "I'm not going to let this go, you do realize that, eh? Putting me in the fifth rank after all those women? Such humiliation!" "I had to give you an incentive to do your best, didn't I?" "Oh honey, if you believe this was my best, you are in for a surprise!" "I ask for nothing more than to be proven wrong, Kate." "You'll have to stop saying my name." "Why, Kate?" I dared her. "Because, devil, I am tired and if you say my name again, I'll have to take you for another ride." Her voice was trailing off and I noticed that sleep was overcoming me too. I had to leave that fight for another day. A few minutes later, as I was getting heavily drowsy, she whispered, "I'm falling asleep so I'll hang up... Oh, and... I like being gay for you." "I like being gay for you too."