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It was a steamy hot humid day typical of Manhattan in August. It would however, have taken a lot more than an uncomfortable muggy day to keep me from smiling like an imbecile from dawn to dusk. Thoughts of Michelle had been dancing through my head all day, and I knew that this unbearably hot August day would lead to an evening dinner party with her and a couple of her friends..
Michelle and I had been acquaintances for a little over a year; I first met her in an acting class at NYU. From the moment she walked into the classroom on the first evening of class I fell absolutely in lust with her. At five ten she is about 5 inches taller then me but probably weighs about the same as her body is perfectly toned and she doesn't have an ounce of fat outside of her small but round pert breasts. She has the most gorgeous thick black shiny hair that falls in gentle waves to just below her shoulders. Her dark eyes contrast her smooth white skin and her face has got to be one of the most perfect faces I have ever seen. She is a stark raving beauty and she turns heads everywhere she goes.
Our friendship developed slowly as it took me months to get the guts to start speaking to her. I was too petrified to approach her, she didn't seem to speak too much to anyone and I feared she had the supermodel attitude typical of women as beautiful as she. One Wednesday night after class my fears were allayed when I overheard her complaining to the teacher that it was impossible to get a good cup of coffee within a mile of our downtown campus.
"Oh, excuse me for eavesdropping, but there is a great little coffee shop just up on 9th, I am going there now if you would like to come along and give it a shot?"
I couldn't believe my audacity, but I was immediately put at ease by her glowing smile,
"I would love to"
So began our friendship, we talked for hours over coffee. I found out that she too was dedicated to her acting career and very motivated to succeed. I also found out that she was a down to earth cool person with many of the same insecurities and fears I have myself.
Over the next few months we gradually became closer friends, often going on casting calls together and working as extras in the same films. Over time we became very close friends, and my lust for Michelle turned into full on love. Michelle is a very open person. She wears her emotions on her sleeve. So it wasn't that far into our friendship that I learned something that loomed over my days and cast them into a darkness borne of unattainable dreams. Michelle was utterly and irrevocably in love with her roommate, a girl name Chloe.
The irony of the situation could have made me laugh at the sky like a crazy person if only the whole thing didn't hurt so much. Here I was best friends with someone that was in the exact same situation I was, in love with a dear friend but too petrified to ever make a move for fear of ruining our friendship. Of all the luck in the world, I had to fall for a woman that was fortunately gay, but so unfortunately in love with someone else.
Chloe is one of the few people I have ever met in person that is actually more physically attractive than Michelle. Say what I will about Chloe, there is no denying that she is a beauty. She has long silky blond hair, a perfect body and exquisite facial features. Everywhere she goes she causes a stir, and when she and Michelle are out together it is a real show stopper. However, despite her physical perfection, or perhaps because of it, she is a shallow and selfish bitch. I will never understand what a sweet wonderful person like Michelle sees in her, and it tears me up.
Michelle had never outright told me she loved Chloe, but I could read it in her actions and the way she spoke of her. Then one evening about ten months into our friendship Michelle and I went out for drinks after a particularly grueling day of work as extras in a Will Smith film. Working as an extra is usually a tedious boring job, a day or several days filled with lots of sitting around and not a lot of activity. But this day was particularly harsh as we had been standing in a small corner lot from 7am until nearly 9pm, a good portion of the day spent in direct sunlight with no shade nearby and no where to sit. As soon as we were released we both agreed we were in dire need of a drink.
It turned out to be a great night. We both drank way too much and had a great time dancing the night away. By the time the bars closed at 4 am we were both so inebriated we thought it would be a good idea to have some more to drink. So we headed up to my place and opened a bottle of wine.
It was that night, sitting on my couch, with her eyelids and speech heavy from alcohol that Michelle first confessed to me that she loved her roommate. Immediately after the confession her eyes went wide and her face pale, her hand shot to her mouth and she sat there frozen in the realization that she had just voiced her greatest secret. After a few seconds of silence I released her from the grip of terror,
"I have known that for a few months now"
Her shoulders sank and she sighed audibly as she exhaled and was filled with a visible relief.
"but... but.. how could you have known that? Until now I have never told a soul. I have even been too scared to write it in my journal for fear that someone might read it."
"Michelle, you are my closest friend, I can read you more accurately than I could read your journal. I can tell when you are in love with someone."
She sat there and smiled, the drunken droopiness again taking hold of her perfect face, it took all of my self control not to reach out with both hands and pull that face to mine. At first I was really quite happy that Michelle felt close enough to me to confide such an obviously deep secret. But it didn't take long for me to realize that this was actually a tragic turn in our friendship.
With the secret no longer hidden, Michelle felt she could openly discuss her love for Chloe. She started on about how wonderful Chloe was, and how on a few occasions when they had both been drinking they had actually kissed a few times. Michelle continued on about her hopes and desires for the two of them.
I sat there with an idiotic smile on my face that I was desperately hoping concealed the fact that Michelle was ripping out my insides with each word she spoke. I wanted to smack her, grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her... "CHLOE IS A USELESS BIMBO!" I wanted to scream at her. Instead I sat there and nodded my head, pretending to understand.
Michelle slept on my couch that night as I cried myself to sleep in my bed. In the morning we were both feeling the pain of the night before, Michelle gave me a big hug goodbye and a friendly kiss on the lips and told me I was the best friend she ever had as she walked out the door.
Great.
The next couple of months were torture. I couldn't bring myself to stop spending time with Michelle, but she was constantly talking about Chloe and the things she wanted to do with her. It was pure torture.
On several occasions I swore to myself I was just going to have to announce my feelings for her and see what happened. But I would always back down. Then one Thursday late in July things shifted dramatically in my favor.
Michelle and I were grabbing a late lunch at a pizza place downtown when she suddenly stared at me from across the grimy table.
"Lisa, your not bothered by the fact that I am in love with a woman are you?"
"Not at all, what would make you think that?"
"I didn't think that, but I am just making sure that you are not bothered by lesbians"
She was still looking at me quizzically and I was curious where she was going with this conversation.
"What are getting at Michelle?"
"Well, I was invited to a dinner party tomorrow night, and I was invited with a friend. I was going to bring Chloe but she is going out. So now I want to ask you to come but first I have to tell you, my friends throwing the party are a lesbian couple."
"I would love to go"
"Are you sure, because Ronnie and Tolisha can be a little...um, in your face with their sexual preferences and I don't want you to be..."
"Don't even sweat it, I would absolutely love to go with you."
"Great" She said, visibly relieved.
On the way to their apartment the next night Michelle described the couple to me in detail. So I was not surprised by how butch Ronnie was when she opened the door to greet us. What did surprise me was her mesmerizing blue eyes. Ronnie is a very light skinned black woman with short tightly cropped hair. When she opened the door she was wearing loose fitting jeans and a tight white tank top of the variety men wear for undershirts. The shirt did little to conceal her large dark nipples on her small breasts but it did display her arms nicely, which were bulging with tightly knotted muscles that exuded strength. Overall her appearance was very butch, but those piercing blue eyes on such a sharp face were so incongruous that sensuality poured from this woman in a fashion that defies description. I was immediately transfixed by her and she stared at me in a way that made me feel she was inside my head and happy with herself for once again wooing an unsuspecting 'straight' girl.
After kissing and hugging Michelle, Ronnie turned to me and vigorously shook my hand. Her grip, not surprisingly, was strong and intense. Ronnie gave me a warm greeting and continued to hold my hand as she easily spun me into her other arm and started walking me into the kitchen where she excitedly introduced me to Tolisa, who was finishing rinsing some salad in the sink.
Tolisa turned to us with a huge smile and kissed me on the cheek as she apologized for her wet hands. She then moved on to greet Michelle in the same fashion. Tolisa is a large dark skinned woman with lovely long brown hair that goes all the way to her butt. I later found out that Tolisa's grandfather was from India, which probably contributed to her exotic look and soft hair. While she is definitely overweight, she is shapely and womanly, with giant breasts that made me think that even if she were emaciated they would still be gigantic. Tolisa was super friendly and couldn't have seemed happier that we were joining them for dinner.
Tolisa had something for each of us to carry to the dinner table and as we made these final preparations and sat down I was thinking to myself that I was very happy I had come along with Michelle tonight.
Michelle and I were sitting on one side of the table and Ronnie and Toe, as we were instructed to call her, were sitting on the side closer to the kitchen. It was perfect really, I had the woman I was in love with sitting right next to me and the two great sights of Ronnie's sexy gaze and Toe's cleavage across from me to stare at all through dinner.
The wine and the conversation flowed constantly and easily throughout dinner and we were all having a great time. Ronnie evidently didn't have any taboo's at the dinner table as she told stories of "woman she used to fuck" with intimate details and she even revealed some intimate details of her and Toe's sex life that I might have thought would bother Toe, but if she cared she gave no indication whatsoever.
At a point during one of her sexy stories Ronnie had cause to speak about Toe's breasts, at which point she then turned to Toe and used both hands to lift one of her breasts up, then turned to us and said incredulously,
"Will you just look at these things, can you believe them. Am I not the luckiest girl alive?"
We all just laughed raucously, Ronnie was a funny woman. As dinner was nearing an end Toe got up to clear some plates and told us to get ready for a special dessert she had gotten just for us. Ronnie got up to help with a couple of things so Michelle and I sat there alone for a few moments.
