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    "I … never said I was gay …"

    "No, I just mean are you straight?" Alice pursued, rendering my completely shaken. Who was she to demand an answer like that when I hadn’t even truly figured it out for myself? It frustrated me.

    "Alice, that’s enough," Bette insisted, and I was so glad for her rescue.

    "If you’re not sure, you could just say that …" Alice offered, earning another glare from Bette.

    "Alice."

    "Yeah, Al – give her a break," Shane insisted, leaning back onto the couch again. Shane’s obvious sexuality made me jealous too – I wanted that confidence in something. In anything.

    And as they had all been urging me to drink all night, I finally picked up a beer that had been resting on the table and opened it. It might be better to drink than to be totally sober around this bunch, I figured. It wasn’t long until I realized how backwards my thinking had been. I made such a fool out of myself through their strange line of questioning.

    Alice’s question came up again after I’d had a few. "So, you still straight?"

    Shane was laying back on a part of the couch with Alice and Dana next to her, while Bette sat lazily on the other. I had to admit that the relaxed posture and confidence struck something in me – her arm over the back of the couch with a beer in her other hand. I watched her before pulling my eyes back to Alice and making my way back to the couch. "Quit bugging me."

    "Just tell Bette then," Alice urged teasingly, and I had to put my beer down on the coffee table as I walked over.

    And then, to everyone’s surprise, I sat in Bette’s lap. I hadn’t planned it to go exactly that way, but as it happened, I found a great enjoyment in it. I loved the feel of being in her lap, in her arms, and in her personal space. With a smile at Bette’s shock, I brought my arms around her neck and whispered into her ear. "Tell me what to say. I don’t know what to do …"

    I could tell she was looking out to her friends, proud as ever to have me in her lap, and soaking in all the confidence one could possibly possess as she chuckled in response. Without whispering back to me, she answered instead to everyone. "None of your fucking business." She behaved so differently with her friends, and her attitude made me laugh.

    Comments

    1. This story is beautiful!! Totally different from your other stories. You really showing how talented you are as a writer. You do have a good range in writing. I am honored to have the opportunity to read your stories. Thank you!! Pls continue writing!! :D

    2. ughhhh I LOVE this story! Lol I need more now, it’s like a drug. You know I love all of your stories but this one is one of my favorites if not my most favorite. I hate your internet connection -_- lol you can use mine! :D PPVVVVVVVS like now? lol thanks!

    3. This story is great and beautifully written. You describe everything so clearly, that it feels as if you were standing right there, with them. Excellent!!!

    4. That was wonderful and awesome, glad they put that baster in jail and hope he will be gona forever. Bette and Tina need to talk and tell each other how they feel. Please post more, thanks!

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