-Under the bridge, based on a true story-

Tuesday:

“I, uhm, I…. I really like you. I love you.” I knew this was coming. I stood there as he declared his undying love, as others had before. I waited, then broke the news, “I like girls.” This had happened at least three times before. Boys would ‘fall in love’ with me. And I’d tell them that I… bat for the other team. We were sat in the park, me and Micheal. I was sat on the swing and he was stood up next to me. He was looking down at his feet, struggling to find words. “That’s cool, I don’t mind.” He replied and told me how he was accepting of it, but he hoped we could still be friends. “Of course! Nothing’s changed with our friendship.” I told him. In truth, it was annoying- having him lust after me and tell me I’m ‘beautiful’ all the time.

Sunday:

I was sat on the sofa after dinner, when there was a knock at the door. I looked out of the window, it was Micheal. I went to the door and he came in for a while, then I pulled on my leather jacket and we went out. We walked for a bit, then got to a shaded area of forest. I took him under the bridge, it was quiet under there and it was beginning to get dark. We’d watched the sun setting. I like that, watching the sun. I like to be out and surrounded by nature. We were both quiet and my thoughts were wandering. Recently I’d been having thoughts about men. I’d known all my life that I liked girls, but recently I’d been getting sexual feelings towards men. I didn’t like them in a romantic way, but whenever I masturbated, I’d think about men and how I wanted so much to feel a dick inside me. I though- I hoped- that it was just some teenage phase. Perhaps.
We were just standing under the darkened bridge. “What do you want to do?” I asked. “I don’t mind Kacey.” Micheal replied. I moved closer to him. It was awkward and there was a real sexual tension in the air. I was really wet. Micheal stood awkwardly. “Micheal….” I started. He remained quiet. I moved closer. I stopped moving toward him and lent against the wall. Micheal followed. I moved closer to him, our arms touching. I was getting really wet at the thought of what we could be doing, this could be my chance to try it out with a guy, to see if the feelings had any meaning. I moved round and lent against him- unable to take the frustration any longer. “Wha….” he started, in surprise. Right then I kissed him. It was… okay, but it was certainly making me even wetter. I was so wet my panties were soaking through. “Look, I know what I said- and I AM gay. But, I’ve been starting to have feelings for guys recently and I think we both know, that there is so much sexual tension right now.” He gave a slight nod, not knowing what to make of the situation.