Date: 31 Oct 2000 22:49:56 -0000 From: Cristina Subject: realizations DISCLAIMER: This story is half fact, half fiction. If you're under 18 (blah) or have problems with same sex relationships (blah) leave now. Start I had known Dominique since we were five. We have always been friends, but didn't clique as best friends until our freshmen year in high school. I'm still not exactly sure why that is. From then on through the following year things became extemely complicated for the both of us. At first I dismissed any subjective thoughts that would eventually lead me to the conclusion that I might be gay. But after five months I had to accept the fact that I had fallen in love with my best friend. By then we had become superclose and knew pretty much everything about each other. Therefore, I knew I had to tell her. But, I was so scared of losing the best friend I've ever had. I shouldn't have been for two reasons... One: How well she took it and Two: Daniel. Daniel is my extremely straight friend with homosexual tendencies. He has an incredible fashion sense and dies his hair once a week. (His choice of words not mine.) His one drawback is the fact that his relationships can't last as long as his hair color. I swear everytime I turn around he's making out with another guy. Dominique is well informed of his activities and doesn't have a problem with it. However, Dominique is also the only hard-core-straight member of our little group. This is where the complicated part comes in. I've heard that straight/gay relationships don't work. So, I decided that it wasn't worth the risk of losing a friend to test this theory. Anyways, I was glad that she still wanted to best friends. She didn't know that I was in love with her either (or at least I thought she didn't). I assure you, I made sure she knows now. But, enough with the background... A year later Currently Dominique is trying on bras while I'm on the phone with her. God she's such a tease. I told you it was complicated. Black with purple flowers. Moving on to underwear. "Dominique, I told you you wouldn't be needing those." "Harmony!" "What? If you can tease, I can dream." "No more sleepovers for you. Bad homosexual." "Hey now, you're the one that can't keep your clothes on while you're on the phone with me! Besides you know I'm only half lesbian. I still haven't figured out what you are, yet. I think it would be a nice experiment." "Ouch, I was just messing with you." She had to say that so innocently! "I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it." "It's ok." "So, what are you doing this weekend?" I said with only a slight hint of seduction. "Coming over to your house, if that's ok with you." "Sounds like a plan to me." 'Who's seducing who' I wondered. "I guess I'll talk to you later. Love you." "Bye. Love you too." I said laughingly knowing what she meant. As I hung up the phone I suddenly became aware of peculiar noises coming from a bedroom across the hall. 'God the boy can't get enough dick' I thought as I wondered who the next in line was. Just then the door flew open leaving two dumbfounded blondes on their naked asses. Matt and Daniel who would have guessed? Looks like Matt likes to play rough on and off the field. I guess Danny boy had to eventually result to taking the rest of the football team for a 'test drive'. As he would so nicely put it. I just wonder what he's gonna do when he runs out of football players to screw. They continued groping each other leaving me unnoticed. Both looking very sober. 'That's a first' I thought. I grabbed one of the books off the counter and let it fall to the floor. The sudden "smack" diverted their attention long enough to notice their audience. "God, get a room. It's not like they're are other people in this house or anything." "Do I detect a subtle hint of jealousy?" "Maybe, but that's beside the point. What if we had company? What would you and your boy toy have done then?" "Introduce ourselves to the added audience. Seriously though you have got to get over Dominique." "If only it were that easy." Hope you liked it. More to come later. P.S: E-mail Daniel at dspice2003@yahoo.com. Yes, he is the sad, but true part of the story. Or lemme know what you think at genx002@candies.com.