My make-out sessions with April had, except on that single instance where I’d fondled her sweater-clad breast for more than a second or two, not gon... far enough to be included in my confession. What had happened the previous night certainly had. I now faced effectively the same dilemma I would have faced had April and I gone to the motel after Prom. I hadn’t decided beforehand what I was going to say or do, and I sure didn’t know now.I knew, eventually, I’d face this spiritual struggle. I could. I've decided I will go to his house. I have to face it, i need Melvin and i like those gay actions. I'm GAY,thats what i am. I got up got changed and went to do my homework.N*E*X*T * D*A*Y-After school at My door step. "So, are you coming with me?To my house?" Melvin asked."Yeah! I found my real self, i am gay and i am going to your house." You finally knew yourself. Actually i knew you would be in a truma, when ifirst got introduced to gay sex. I had to do some thinking too." You did? So. After college they had drifted apart, but fate had brought them together when Draven returned from uni and they literally bumped into each other outside the court house in town. They reacquainted, moved onto mates, then friends, then good friends, then, without intention, the best of friends. It was an unusual dynamic but it worked. Jamie had always been jealous of her friendship with Dray, but it had always been nothing more than a close, platonic and warmest of friendships. Had she married. Droplets of water dribbled down her back and sent shivers through her body. As she made her way to the bathroom she started unbuttoning her soaking wet top. She tossed the shirt into the laundry basket and quickly started to unzip her skirt. As it dropped to the floor, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She could see her nipples jutting through the sheer fabric of her bra. Her hands moved to her small pert breasts. Jessie squeezed her mounds and rubbed her fingers over her already.