Nichole had been my best friend since second grade. We were as close as sisters and share everything. She had been shocked but supportive when I told her that I was bisexual, and then when I went on to tell her in detail about my first lesbian encounter with Sam.
A week after Nichole's eighteenth birthday she found out that she was pregnant. She was absolutely devastated, not because she was pregnant, but because she would be stuck with the father. I don't know how to say it nicely, so I won't, but the father of Nichole's baby was a complete asshole. He never paid Nichole any attention unless he wanted sex, and after finding out that Nichole was pregnant he didn't even want that anymore. The one upside to the situation was that his family was filthy rich, and had offered to take Nichole into their home, pay for her to continue her college education, and make sure that her child never wanted for anything.
Nine months passed and little Emma came into the world. She was a beautiful baby and I loved her to pieces and spoiled her rotten as any good Godmother would.
When Christmas break came a long that year, I was bored out of my mind and sexually frustrated. Johnny had gone out of town with his family to spend Christmas with his grandparents. Sam had gone to Europe with her parents. All I could do was sit at home and masturbate and it was starting to get old, I was longing for some human to human contact; and then my phone rang.
I picked up the phone and heard a sobbing female on the other end.
"Hello."
"Lily, can I please come over?"
"Nichole? What's the matter? Are you alright?"
"I just...I really need to talk someone....can I please come over?"
"Of course you can, but what about the baby? Are you going to bring her?"
"No she's at my Mom and Dad's, they wanted to spend some time with her."
"Okay, well are you going to leave right now?"
"Yes, I'm walking out the door as we speak. I'll be there in about fifteen minutes."
"Okay, see you then. Bye."
"Bye."