My absolute best friend, ever.
She was, well, perfect. We'd known each other since we were kids, everyone always said we'd end up married with kids of our own, well, they said that till I came out that is. She was the first person I plucked up the courage to come out to, of course. I remember it as though it were yesterday. I was so nervous. We were sitting together on her bed after school watching a movie, I had been planning to tell her for three week, plucking up the courage, then suddenly – there it was, I just blurted it out. "Becki, I'm gay."
Silence. Oh fuck. She hates me, she thinks I'm gross. Oh God Oh God Oh God, why did you tell her why? You fucking idiot Chris why??
Then laughter. Oh fuck. She thinks I'm kidding, Oh dear God don't make me explain!
"I'm not kidding Bex, I'm gay"
She turned to face me, she had the most beautiful Mona Lisa smile, it put me instantly at ease.
"I know you're not kidding honey, it's just the way you said it that's all"
"You don't mind"
"Credit me with a better personality than that hon," she said in mock annoyance "I love you, you're my best friend, besides, I kind of knew"
"How?"
She didn't answer, just tilted her head at me and gave me an 'Oh, come on!' look. It was gonna be OK, I knew it, at that very moment. Because even if the entire world hated me for what I was….she didn't, she supported me. The next day I was able to tell my parents, Bex was with me for moral support, they took it well, dad was a little disappointed although he tried to hide it, but they both told me they still loved me, and always would. I would be forever grateful to Becki for helping me take that first step.
Three years later and I'm walking back to the apartment I share with Bex in tears. We had moved in together a year ago and had been living happily ever after ever since, despite the fact that she hated my boyfriend, my ex-boyfriend now. I'd just found Carl in the arms of another guy. I'd gone to his apartment unannounced, hoping to surprise him with a very expensive bottle of Sancerre. 'Heh, you certainly did that Chris' I had to smile at the thought of the look on his face as the bottle of wine smashed on the wall behind him. I stormed out of his apartment in tears.
"Your home earl…..Oh Chris, baby, what happened"
Becki looked up at me from the sofa where she had been lying in her bathrobe drinking a glass of wine.
"He's cheating on me, he's fucking cheating on me!" I sobbed.
"Oh baby tell me what happened." she said, pulling me into her arms and cradling me as I sobbed.
"I went over to his place and he had his fucking tongue down some other guys throat" I said, my sorrow now tinged with anger, "I threw the wine at him and left, that's all there is to it"
"You threw the wine at him?" Becki started to snigger.
"Yeah," I was sniggering despite myself, "hit the wall, you should have seen his face."
We were both laughing now, tears still running down my face, but laughing too.
"Seriously honey, he doesn't deserve you, you're better off without him."
The laughter broke, once again replaced by tears, "Oh God Becki, I love him, I was gonna tell him tonight."
She pulled me into another hug, shushing me and letting me cry on her shoulder, rocking me like a baby till my sobs were replaced by deep, shuddering breaths. I looked up at her from her shoulders and we looked into each others eyes. I smiled as she leaned forward and touched her lips to mine, not an unusual occurrence, except this time she lingered, brushing my lips with her lower lip. My cock sprung to life, much to my surprise. Pulling away, she rubbed her thumb across my bottom lip, I closed my eyes and parted my lips as she leaned towards me again.
The doorbell rang and our eyes snapped open, as though the bell had awakened us from a trance. My dick deflated in surprise and guilt.
