I had always had a thing for her best friend, at the age of thirteen I really had no idea who I was and now at the age of eighteen I still fantasize about her. I had thought the feelings would go away. We have known each other for fourteen years. I find it wrong that I want her so badly, but I restrain my feelings and never told her about my thoughts on Bi-sexuality. I had always thought I was, but never had enough courage to find a female to help.

I live in a small two bedroom flat with a bathroom, living room, and kitchen. I am usually found on the computer, cybering with people I don’t know. Anyways, Sahara, that’s my best friend’s name, had come down for a visit. The only problem with being attracted to her is that she’s straight. I finished up a cyber to my friend Hailey and said that I’d be back later and Bye. She said bye as well and I logged off. Running to the door I opened it and hugged my black friend.
” ‘Hara!” I squealed in delight, “My god I haven’t seen you in three months! How’s Miami and are you still dating that boy Ramone?” She laughed and hugged back, I felt her slightly small breasts push against mine, pushing back my feelings I let her go and dragged her into my small place.
“I stopped dating Ramone a month ago! Miami’s great. How are you?” I noticed how she looked around, I blushed as she saw a pair of black boxers, grinning she picked the dirty things up. I looked around sheepishly and blushed.
“Who is he?!” She practically jumped on me, “Is he cute? What color hair? Eyes? Does he have a good body?” I took the boxers from her and pushed her on the couch.
“No one! It was just a guy…” At that exact moment, a guy walked out the bathroom, hearing the squealing and said, “What the fuck!? Erica, Where are my boxers?” I sighed and hit my head and Sahara waved at the towel clad man, he’s nineteen. He quirked an eyebrow and looked at me, “Is she…?”
“NO!!” I screamed jumping on him.
“Okay!! No need to get rough, well only when we’re alone.” He smirked and picked me up and threw me on the couch, I landed with an “Oomph.” My white T-shirt wet because he had picked me up.