"Well there you are, sleepyhead," my best friend said, startling me. I didn't expect to find her in my bathroom that morning, didn't expect to see her in a bra and panties.
"Hey yourself," she said. "So?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You're such a downer in the morning," she laughed. "What happened with Mark?"
"Nothing," I said, looking away.
"Nothing? You took him to your room, what do you mean nothing."
"Nothing, he...he just asked for a tour," I said.
She smiled, stared at me. "An hour tour of your bedroom?"
"He...we were just...you know...talking," I said.
"Talking?" she asked, making air quotes. "I'm your best friend, don't give me any 'we were just talking' crap. I know he thinks you're cute."
"I saw him running his hand up your leg," she said, "if you didn't at least make out, I'm going to start wondering if you're really gay."
I looked away, didn't want to meet her eyes.
"OMG, you made out with Mark!" she squealed. "My sissy kissed a guy!"
"We didn't really make out," I said, "we just..."
"You sucked his cock, didn't you?" she demanded. "Don't you dare lie to me."
"I..." I still couldn't look at her.
"Oh. My. God! You did it, didn't you?" She came over to me, hugged me tightly. "I'm so proud of you," she said, took my hand. "Come, come sit down and tell me all about it."
"I...there isn't much..."
"Oh, no," she interrupted me, "you're not going get away with keeping me in the dark. I want to know everything. How big he was, how he felt, what you did, what he said, whether you swallowed. You did swallow, didn’t you?"
"You better have swallowed," she said.
"I...I did," I whispered.
"Sweetie, I'm so proud of you," she hugged me again. "In only a year you've gone from a shy, awkward, insecure, boy trying to hit on girls to a pretty, sexy girl who gave a guy a blowjob."
"Justine," I stammered, looking at her body.
"I'm so glad you finally accepted that you're gay."
"You sucked cock, darling, you swallowed. Don't you dare deny it ever again."
