Of course, all characters are of age of consent etc, etc.
Special thanks to my friend and edit support literot for the constant pressure to tell my story.
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From Zoey's eyes.
My name is Zoey and I want to share my story with you.
About me? Well I think I'm fairly average: slim, 5' 5", smallish boobs (perky C's), fairly fit and athletic.
That's about it ... oh, and I'm a nerdy geeky scientist too (yeah, white coat and all!)
The other thing you need to be clear about is that I'm totally, 100% straight! Not even a tiny bit curious...
It was a Friday night and I was reluctantly going out with a bunch of friends for a girl's birthday. We often went out together and the nights always end up the same ... meet at a bar, have some food, get drunk and go dancing then end up picking up some guy and having disappointing drunken sex. The last bit was the reluctance that I felt that evening. I was just a bit fed up with it.
That evening, we were going to meet up with some other girls that I didn't know. I'm not so good at these situations and I tend to go a bit quiet. My friends and I were at the bar chatting and laughing when the other five girls joined us. They all looked dressed to kill, and I learned that two of them worked in the fashion industry (whatever that meant). Across the table from me was the most interesting girl named Fiona. She had striking deep eyes, was quiet, but soon enough we started to chat. I was drawn in, the chitter chatter of the other girls receding into the background. We talked about all sorts, the topics just flowing from one thing to another. I couldn't remember ever having had a conversation like that, or one as natural. I liked her a lot, and hoped she felt the same. I remember thinking that we could be good friends.
After we had eaten, everyone was well oiled and ready to go to a club on the pull. I was thinking about ducking out saying I didn't feel so good. Fiona felt much the same and suggested we stayed and let the others go on.
We were there until the bar closed and the time flew by. It was one of my most enjoyable Friday nights ever. We shared a taxi even though she lived miles away from me and it was nice to have some company. We made rough plans to meet up for lunch on Sunday. Great!
I spent Saturday with the worst hangover in history so it was a bit of a washout ... I'm never drinking again (until Friday)!
As lunchtime on Sunday rolled round, I felt really nervous. What if we got on because we were just drunk, or if we had nothing left to talk about?
Of course, I shouldn't have been stressed out about this sort of thing; we met, had lunch, chatted constantly, and then went and sat in Christchurch meadow. It was great. I had made a new friend and we were getting on really well. Perfect.
Things continued like this for a while; we got to know each other better and had a lot of fun times. One day I was at her amazing house for lunch and she was rather quiet (very unusual for her), with a serious look on her face. She told me that she was gay and that she should have told me earlier and was sorry to keep it from me. She also hoped that it wouldn't affect our friendship.
I told her that I already knew as one of her friends had told me on that first night when we met and stayed behind together. Why should it matter? Things quickly went back to normal except we were seeing more of each other and calling in the evenings.
One night, sitting in bed, I had spoken to her on the phone. It was a fairly random conversation but I went to sleep very happy only to be woken up a few hours later from the most erotic dream I have ever had. It was about me and Fiona ... it felt so very real, and I think I woke because I was having an orgasm! My knickers were super wet and sticky and I had to change them, but I was floating on cloud nine in post-orgasmic bliss. I wanted to masturbate but it felt weird after my dream, and I didn't want to betray her in that way. It felt wrong somehow.
This dream-scene replayed over and over for the next few days and I often found myself with a small damp patch afterwards.
I tried masturbating in the evenings telling myself that it was because I hadn't had sex for quite a while. No unsatisfactory one-night stands, and certainly no relationships. I hadn't met a relationship type of guy in absolute ages as most of the guys seemed to be total wankers!
Anyway, needs must, and so I masturbated but couldn't help but think of Fiona just as I was on the verge of cumming ... wow, explosive would be an understatement ... I had never cum so hard by myself, and certainly no man had ever done that to me.
I felt guilty, but not enough to stop. If thinking about a girl (it only really worked with Fiona) was going to give me massive orgasms, I was going to keep doing it, and how! It became my nighty ritual; we usually called before bed, just for a chat, to see how our day had gone. I was always looking forward to some pussy action after her call ... Jesus, what was happening to me? I didn't really fancy her or anything; she was just good fantasy material. I actually started masturbating during one of these calls but had to stop as it nearly made me cum instantly. This was getting out of control.
A few weeks went by. I was taking more risks with fantasies of sex and Fiona. I had gone out with the usual friends and picked up a guy I knew (he liked to call us fuck-buddies even though we weren't!) just to see if it took my mind off Fiona. It didn't work. All I could think about whilst fucking, was her. This was not a good sign. I'm straight. I don't want a hot lesbian relationship with my best friend (although it didn't sound all that bad). Maybe, just maybe, had I become slightly curious?
