I Got My Girl

“Come on. We don’t have to make out. It’s just a small kiss. I want to try it out.”

I sigh and look at my best friend since 4th grade. She was gorgeous, brown hair, brown eyes, white smile. She was straight. Me? I was gay. She knows this. We were in the middle of a sleepover when she had brought up kissing a girl. I’ve had a crush on her since I realized I liked girls. Once I told her, she was accepting and caring. But she didn’t realize all I wanted to do was kiss her. Now, we’re 18 and she wanted to kiss me. She sat cross legged across from me in her short pajama shorts and a spaghetti strap cami on her bed. I bite my lip and sigh.

“I don’t know Meg. Your-your my best friend. If I kiss you…”

She cuts me off with a hand on my knee. Her fingers drifting under my basketball shorts for a moment. She scoots closer and my heart beats a little faster. My eyes flicker to her lips as she shoots me a small smile.

“Listen Sammy. It’s just one kiss. We’ll always be best friends. Nothing will change that. I promise.”

I let out a sigh as she uses my nickname. I look up to her eyes and shoot her a playful smile. Making my decision.

“Okay. But I’m a good kisser. Don’t be offended if I have to push you off of me.”

She laughs and nods her head.

“I promise I won’t be.”

I smile and raise my hand up to her cheek. Her smile fades and she licks her lips. That was hot. I lean in. I press my lips to hers and I hear her let out a soft gasp. It took all I had not to let out the same gasp. Thank god I didn’t say no to kissing her. I mean just look at what I would’ve been missing! I kiss her a little harder and she moans so quietly, I could barely hear it. I move my other hand up to her other cheek and tease her by moving my tongue across her bottom lip. She parts her lips for my tongue but I kiss her one last time and pull away. She opens her eyes slowly. I’m surprised by the look in her eyes; hunger. Pure hunger. I shake off the look she was giving me and give her another playful smile.

“So, you thinking about switching te-“

She leans forward and kisses me hard. I let out a surprised gasp and she pushes me back against the headboard of her bed. She moves her hands to my face and pulls me deeper into the kiss. This was a different kiss. This kiss felt loving yet filled with lust. I moan softly and run my hands down her back. She shivers and climbs on top of my lap. What were we doing? I said one kiss and now we were making out and she was sitting on top of me? And very effectively turning me on, I must add. I move my hands to her shoulders and reluctantly push her back. We definitely needed to talk about this. I break the kiss and we both pant for breath. She avoids looking me in the eye.

“Meg…what…”

She moves off of me and shakes her head.

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know…Sam, I…”

She furrows her brow in confusion and I try to calm her down.

“I told you I’d have to push you off of me.”

I say with a nervous laugh. She looks up at me for the first time after the kiss.

“Sam. I need to tell you something. Please, don’t freak out.”

I shake my head and grab her hand. I smile at her.

“Have I ever freaked out on you before Meg? Just tell me.”

She smiles and looks at my lips then back up to my eyes. She shoots me the cutest smile.

“I…I am in love with you. I’ve loved you since Freshman year Sam. I didn’t know how to tell you and I made this plan tonight to kiss you and when I did it felt like my whole world was falling into place that I just had to do it again…Sam, say something.”

She says desperately. She loved me? Love? I knew I liked her, I didn’t know if I loved her. I wouldn’t let myself love her. Not after all of these years telling myself that I couldn’t, she’s my best friend. I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. She pulls her hand away with a panicked look on her face and gets up from the bed.

“Oh god, I shouldn’t have told you. I knew you would freak out.”

She’s adorable. I smile and laugh. She looks at me and frowns.

“Why are you laughing?”

I stand up and walk over to her. I grab her hips and pull her to me. She rests her hands on my arms.

“Your the only one freaking out. Meg, I’ve had a crush on you since I realized I liked girls. And you loving me and wanting me to love you back? I don’t know how to do that because I told myself I couldn’t because your my straight best friend.”

She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck.

“I don’t think a straight best friend would kiss you like this, would they?”

She leans forward and closes the distance between us. Her lips capture mine in a heated and needy kiss. I moan softly and wrap my arms around her waist. I pick her up and make her smile into the kiss. I set her back down and she breaks the kiss. I smile.

“No, I guess a straight best friend would not kiss me like that.”

She smiles back and brushes a few strands of straight brown hair away from my blue eyes.

“I have wanted to kiss you since Freshman year Sammy, just like that.”

I smile and kiss her lightly.

“Sorry to one up you babe but I have wanted to kiss you like that since 8th grade.”

I playfully joke.