Emily_(0)

Before I begin, let me tell you a little about my history with Emily.

I cant say how exactly we became such good friends, but in my junior year I took her (a freshman) under my wing, and our relationship developed rapidly. We stayed great friends through out school…having sleep-overs, going to parties…in the end I might even say that in those two years as friends, I went on more “dates” with her than with all of my boyfriends combined. It was only natural that when I left for college we would keep in touch.

I saw her every time I went home, and we carried on as if the time and distance had not. Some things did change however…she was becoming a more defined, stunning and independent individual. Her company was much more alluring and her appearance… it alone was enough to make me question my sexuality.

Her curves were defined, but more strung out. She was taller—still a good five inches shorter than me—and her hair was long and curly, enticing me to run my fingers through it. She had also started wearing dark eyeliner around her engaging ice blue eyes. Everything about her was enhanced in some way, and I wanted it—to touch kiss and lick. I ached for her in the weirdest of ways. Then, while hanging out at her house on Christmas break during my sophomore year of college, I finally came out to her.

We had been hanging out all day, baking and talking…her parents weren’t home, so we had the whole place to ourselves. We were making frosted ginger cookies and she playfully forced my finger into the bowl of icing. After staring at her in shock, I held my frosted index finger up to her and said “You made this mess…now you have to clean it up…” I was expecting her to wipe it off with the rag sitting next to her on the counter, but instead she grabbed my hand, put my finger in her mouth and sucked the frosting off. I can’t imagine what my face looked like, but I’m sure it was full of awe and shock. She didn’t really seem to notice…then I took a frosted cookie and smeared it on her jaw. She froze open mouthed and looked at me with her enchanting eyes.

“Are you going to take care of this?” she asked, pointing at the frosted line of her jaw. I stepped closer to her and held her chin in my hand, then proceeded to slowly lick the frosting from her face. I stepped back and looked into her eyes as her face turned a shocking scarlet. It became a war. For an hour we frosted and licked each other—always playful and innocent. Then, when the cookies were finished, I turned to walk out of the kitchen and up to her room, but she blocked the exit—forcing her arms and feet against the panels of the doorway, making an “X” with her body. I asked if I could slip by and she told me that I could only if I gave her the password…

I started spewing out word after word…phrase after phrase, but apparently I never guessed right. Annoyed, I decided to force my way through her. I pushed and pulled, but as it turns out, she is a lot stronger than she looks. I then wrapped my arms around her chest in a friendly hug, but after realizing that there was no way she was going to hug me back and let me through, I turned my head into her neck and bit her. It worked. Weather by shock or disgust, she fell backwards and I was able to pass through the doorway and run up to her room.

She followed me up and we sprawled on her bed and continued talking…mostly about college. All day I had been pushing her to apply for the college I was attending. She just kept saying “You’re the one that left me…why should I follow you…” and I would give her reason after reason…but in her room, when she asked me again I simply stated, “Because I love you.” Now she and I have been the best of friends for so long, so it was never odd for us to say that we loved each other. This time however, I meant it in a different context, so when she said “I love you too” all I could say is “it’s different with me.”

We didn’t get to delve much deeper than that because her brother knocked on the door, informing us that he and her parents were home. I stayed for a little while longer, and then I left.

On the second day back to school from the break, Emily gave me a call…We talked about this and that, just like we always did and then she said that she wanted me to tell her something and she wanted me to be honest…

“I’m always honest with you,” I replied, “Just ask me.”

“Are you a lesbian?”

“No…I’m straight…I just like girls.”

“So your bisexual?”

“I wouldn’t call myself that…It’s weird…why do you wanna know?” I asked, feeling slightly flustered.