I couldn’t help myself anymore. I pulled her close to me and kissed her.She kissed me back, pulling me closer to her. Then she pushed me away. ‘So...ry, Becky. This is wrong! You’re my best friend!’‘And you’re my dream girl.’‘Oh my god!’ She was stunned. ‘You’re a friggin’ dyke!’‘No, no! Not a dyke. I just, love girls, is all.’‘I can’t believe this. My best friend is a fucking lesbian!’By now, tears were filling my eyes. ‘I’ve always loved you, but if you’re acting like that, fine!’ I wiped my. By the way, in an hour, undo a button." Already have." Another one, then."Hubby liked it when she got the looks, too."Hey - what do you think?"Steve gestured to the doorway of the gym, and Ted turned to look."Hmmm... I like that," he said.Whoever it was had just walked in, alone. It was kind of funny, actually, the three of them hanging out in the corner, just like they had done so long ago. Different now, of course, each of them married -- well, Ted separated, and Ronnie wasn't happy, but. I want to feel completely helpless but loved. Almost like a wife. You rock your hips gently. I caress and kiss your enormous biceps. The sight of them excites me soo much. I feel your barrel chest. Your hands on my back holding me upright and keeping me close.You tilt your head and lean forward aiming your mouth towards mine. I open my mouth. Your face pushes my hair back into my face as your lips meet mine. Our tongues both slide forward as we start kissing. My hair is in your face. I place my. My eyes squeezed shut. She accepted me, too. She didn't hate me. She had every right to.Tears burned my eyes. “Jasmine,” I croaked. “I... I...”“Oh, don't start crying,” she whimpered. “I'll cry, too, and I'm not wearing tear-resistant mascara. I'll look like a mess.”“That's what you're concerned about right now?” I gasped.“Well, I was going to hook up with Carter in an hour,” she said, shivering. “You know, one little fling before we go off to college.”I smiled. “Right, I wouldn't want to make.