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Fi. 

Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

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Charlie. 

I think I died.

We were sat on the sofa, me laughing at her, her laughing at nothing. When suddenly she went quiet. She came and straddled me. That distracted me enough that I had to ask her to repeat herself twice.

“I said, I feel so safe with you, and maybe it’s because you’re gay!”

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“What the hell, FI? I am as **** straight as can be!!”

She started laughing again, but now I was pissed off. I started to push her off, but she clung to me, apologising, saying it was just because I seemed like I didn’t want anyone, whereas every other guy our age was one big bag of hormones…

If only she bloody knew!

But then, she looked into my eyes. I melted. She held her gaze and said, “prove it.”

“Prove what?”

“That you’re not gay.”

“How?”

“Tell me you want me.”

I couldn’t even argue. Not with the possibilities opening up ahead of me. So I said what echoed in my head every time I looked at her, talked to her, thought of her, breathed…

“I want you so badly, Fi.” only it came out husky, gruff.

And I couldn’t stop there. Within a minute I had held her to me, holding her waist and pulling her into me while she just watched and listened and kept biting that lip as I told her how much I wanted her, how long I had wanted her for, what I wanted to do to her…

And then she leaned in and kissed me. Soft, lingering on my lips. She closed her eyes and I closed mine as she kissed me again, on my neck, my cheek, tracing my jaw, until she came back to my lips. She brushed her mouth against mine, and then bit my bottom lip. And I went crazy. I dragged my fingers through her hair, holding her face to mine, groaning as I wrapped my tongue around hers. She locked her arms around my neck and gasped as my hands moved down, over her breasts, onto her thighs, making her wrap her legs around my waist while my mouth never left hers. In a second, I flipped us over so I could press her down into the sofa while I ground against her, in between her legs, so hard she moaned and bucked up against me, her legs tightening around my waist.

And then she pushed me away and said she believed me about not being gay. And then she went to get some more beer, apologising for getting a bit into it, and leaving me deliriously happy, bewildered and horny.