My whole life was changing on, of all things, a flight to Las Vegas.
Not half an hour ago, my close friend Alana told me of her new and strong attraction to women. Not twenty minutes ago, she finished telling me a detailed, erotic story of her first time making love to a woman. She followed up that story by explaining that she was going to use this trip to Vegas to look for guys to fuck, so she could ultimately decide if she was a lesbian, bisexual, or "just in a phase". And not two minutes ago, she had finished bringing a gorgeous female stranger we had only just met on this very flight to a three-tier orgasm...right in front of me.
But that isn't even the most astounding part of the story. Or this flight.
While Alana was in the bathroom, her would-be mid-air conquest, a cute little thing named Melanie, introduced herself to me. We hadn't known she was behind us, and so she had also heard Alana's bi confession, and her story. And, not knowing we had been raised together almost as close as a brother and sister and were not in any way romantically involved with each other--and seeing how much I enjoyed hearing the story--Melanie suggested I should try to "go for" Alana.
Somewhere along the way, Melanie decided to go for Alana herself, and I got to watch in the very next seat. But now that they were done, Melanie was pushing her original agenda again, and I was both thrilled and horrified.
"...There's a more pressing matter that deserves your attention," Melanie had said, trying to shift Alana's focus off of her.
"What's that?"
"Him." And she pointed at me.
Alana looked at me, puzzled. "Gavin?"
"You said you were taking this trip to look for some nice cock," Melanie said. "But I'm telling you that traveling is unnecessary. All you need is right there. He's totally into you."
Alana's bright blue eyes about popped out of her head when she looked at me. "He's what?"
Shaking my head, I put my hands up, trying to avert her eyes from my own. "No, no. I'm not into her. I—"
"Alana," Melanie said, taking her hand and bringing Alana's focus back to her. "Trust me. He wants you bad. We've already discussed it when you were in the bathroom. He doesn't want to be just friends anymore."
"Friends?" Alana gasped, and then she sat back, relaxed some, and smiled. She had figured out what I already knew.
Perceptive as she was, Melanie didn't know we were much more than friends. While, at 26, Alana was several years my senior, she looked younger. And I looked older than 20, so it would be easy for a stranger to mistake us as the same age. We didn't look a whole lot alike, either, seeing that, as close as we were, we still weren't blood related. I had brown hair and eyes, and was tall and lean in shape. Alana had long blonde hair, with a shorter and soft but athletic body. I always thought I looked average, but Alana, with her cute facial features, unforgettable smile, large breasts, and long, smooth legs, seemed as if she were molded by the collective fantasy of every man on Earth.
"You told her you want me?" Alana asked, looking at me with a sly grin. I hoped that it meant she no longer believed Melanie's accusations.
"I didn't say anything," I replied, finally able to find my breath again.
"Oh come on," Melanie laughed. "I'm trying to help you, man." Her eyes shifted to Alana. "Fine. If you don't believe me, then believe this." And with that, Melanie took Alana's hand and guided it to my cock, which was still hard from having watched the two of them go at it just minutes earlier. As if that weren't enough, I had been so excited that my pre-cum had made a damp spot on my pants. Though it was invisible in my dark trousers, Alana felt it, and she shrieked, yanking her hand back.
She covered her mouth with her hands, her wide eyes staring at me. "Oh my God!"
There was nothing I could say. And I was so flabbergasted that I couldn't have formed words at that moment anyway.
"He got that from your story, just like I got mine," Melanie said.
Alana turned to her, still in shock, but trying to make sense of all this. "Oh, but...but, that doesn't mean it was for me, or the story...right?" She looked at me, but I gave her nothing in terms of a response, which might have spoken volumes in itself. She spun back to face Melanie. "After what he just saw us doing, any guy would get excited. But that doesn't mean he wants me. I mean, you're gorgeous. He probably has the hots for you."
There was no doubt about that. Melanie was definitely a hottie. She was tiny; barely taller than 5 feet, and small all around. She had shoulder length blonde hair and captivating gray eyes. I guessed her to be Alana's age, but instead of looking younger, she looked young and mature, like a hot soccer mom. But as attractive as she was, she was right. I definitely wanted Alana, scared as I was to admit it. And never in a million years did I ever think I'd do anything about it.
Melanie just smiled. "Oh, I'm sure he'd like to have a turn with the both of us. But it's definitely you he has his eye on at the moment."
"No, no," Alana replied. "You don't understand. You see, Gavin is—"
Melanie shook her head. "Don't say any more. You're hurting the poor guy's ego. He's already terrified to tell you. You're just making it harder. And let's face it, Alana. You wouldn't have told him that story if you didn't like him, too. And your chance is going to go belly up if you keep shooting him down. Go for him while the getting is good. For crying out loud, the guy practically jerked himself off when you left for the bathroom after telling your story. He's primed for you, honey."
I could see Alana was going to spill the beans about our true relationship, but when Melanie mentioned the jerking-off, it stopped her cold. She turned to me, and this time her bewildered stare harbored a trace of belief.
"You did what?" she said.
"I didn't jerk off. I was just..." I didn't know how to finish the sentence. I knew I could have ended this whole thing if I just blurted out that I was Alana's brother. It wasn't exactly true, but surely Melanie would have stopping pushing this then. But she already knew that I really did want Alana, and, stranger or not, that was not something I wanted to make public.
I suspect Alana was thinking along those same lines. She could have explained our true relationship, and Melanie would know why we so adamantly resisted her theory. But if Alana was beginning to believe Melanie, then announcing who we really were would embarrass us both. And our hometown wasn't all that big. And Melanie knew our first names...
So she kept quiet, just staring at me not with hate or disgust, or even surprise anymore. But with wonder.
"Look," Melanie said, interrupting the silence. "I know it's hard to make that jump from friend to lover. But I tried it once, and now I'm married to him. I know mine might not be the prime example, what with him sleeping around and me sleeping around. But what it all comes down to is love. If I had to stop seeing women for him, I would. And if he had to choose between me and what's-her-name, I'd bet everything I have that he'd pick me. We're just having fun, and that's exactly what you two should be doing."
Melanie must have thought that little speech would send us into each other's arms, but all Alana did was stare at me, still puzzled, and all I did was look to the floor. For a long while, no one spoke.
"I don't get it," Melanie said. "If you two were just friends who wanted to keep being just friends, then fine. But I've set up too many people to be wrong about this. It's practically a second job for me. In fact, if I charged all the people I've helped, I'd be a millionaire by now. I know love and lust and want and need when I see it. And you two are dripping with the stuff. Maybe you're not meant to spend the rest of your lives together; that I can't promise. But you're definitely meant to do more than just hold hands."
Melanie pulled Alana so they were looking right at each other, their noses inches apart.
