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…continued from part 1
I did my best to respond. “That must be really hard to take. It’s been over a year now for you two. I cannot imagine how I would feel if a guy was unable to fuck me. Besides opening jars, that’s like the only thing that they’re good for.” I tried my best to make her smile. Angie and I had been friends for a long time, and I hated seeing her down. I just hoped that the extra touch of whiskey would make her feel nice and warm inside. I had never told her before but I wanted to make her feel nice and warm inside, too. I wanted to be that special pill that could make her feel so much better.
A special pill
You see, I had known Angie since we had traveled through high school together, originally in theater group of all things. She was a bit shy compared to my oft-described “exuberant personality”. And I had always enjoyed making those shy types come out of their shells; at that time, I kind of looked at it as my responsibility. After all, theater group? Shy? They shouldn’t go together. So I went over and sat next to her, noticing her piercing green eyes even then.
It didn’t take long before we did absolutely everything together. Shopping? Together. Going to see a movie? Together. Homework? Together. Heck, we had even dated brothers together; she had one, I had the other. But every time that I was with him, I could not help but to notice her, to give her most of my attention. But I never said anything because I was afraid that my feelings – at least towards my best friend – would have been forbidden. No, it was not a secret that I was bisexual, but all of my feelings towards Angie nobody knew. I had kept it a secret for all of this time.
…to be continued
Wendy, the Bisexual Hedonist @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424