Sure, Why Not?

A Leetle (Gay) Story (5/12/17)

This is not real life stuff, just to tell you. This is a story I made up, just to entertain your minds. DON'T TAKE THIS LIKE IT'S FROM MY LIFE. It sure ain't.

"I didn't invite you over to my house to get gay with me," I said, glancing at Lindsay, who had her head on my shoulder.
"Ha. Well then why are we in your bedroom?" she retorted.
"Because it's a good place to talk, especially for privacy's sake."
"Then what are we gonna talk about?"
...
"I don't actually know," I said, frowning then blushing.
I scooted down farther on the bed and laid down, my head on the pillow.
Lindsay joined me and I sighed. Now it was weird. I wasn't gay, or lesbian, or whatever people could be these days, and it made it even worse because I thought I was going to turn gay because of Lindsay. Goddammit Lindsay.

Not like that would have been bad.
I just didn't need any more identity trouble than I already had.

Seriously, Lindsay would be the death of me. Why did I lay down? That was incredibly dumb, if I didn't want her to act gay with me.
Did I?
My heart started beating faster. I wished it would stop. My body gave away how nervous I actually was, and I hated it for that.
Lindsay turned on her side and put her arm around my waist, going through the sheets to do so. My heart pumped even faster. What was her deal? She knew I wasn't gay, or even into her.
"Is this weird?" Lindsay asked.
"No, actually."
"Well this, on the other hand, is weird for me."
"Why? You're the one who likes girls anyway. You'd be doing this if you had a girlfriend."
"But it's weird because we aren't dating, and you're my friend. Yes, this is what I'd do with my girlfriend but... you aren't, and so it feels wrong to do this. And also because you don't like girls like I do."
"Then why are you still on me?"
...
"Okay, now this is getting weird cause my arm is inbetween your boobs," I said, pulling away. Lindsay laughed, and sat up.
"So, how's your sexuality?"
"Straight?"
"Why the questioned tone? Should I make you sure of what you are?" Lindsay smirked, then winked at me. God. This was what she was doing. This drove me crazy.

Why would she do this?

I knew she didn't have a crush on me. No, no, no. Hers was a tall blonde. I was short. And ginger. The devil's child itself. Ha. Why would anyone want this? Especially Lindsay? Was it just to drive me crazy, or was it just to get a reaction? Like a faster heart rate, dilated pupils, or maybe a look?
I was so confused.
Lindsay laid down again and this time she sighed.
"What are you doing, Lindsay? I know you don't like me, and you know I don't like you like that either."
"Oh honey, you're lying to yourself. I bet you're all for me. I mean, but you can't admit it. Going against your straightness," she gasped and threw her hand on her heart, "that's sure a sin in your book. Let's not even talk about what it is in your parents' book."
"Oh shut up. I'm not gay. I don't mean to insult you or what you are-- but I'm not gay. Thanks though."
Lindsay snorted. Then she went back onto her side, put her head on my chest (God, that was weird), put her knees inbetween one of my legs, pinning it, and put her arms around me. I blushed so bad. Oh God, what was happening? Were we cuddling? God, I hoped not.
"Is this weird enough for you, cutie?" Lindsay said, smirking into my shirt.
I widened my eyes, and blushed. My face was a tomato. This was not happening.

I decided to surprise Lindsay, and I wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Didn't expect this, cutie. HAHAHA!"
Now it was Lindsay's turn to blush.
But instead she sighed and said, "Now you're getting the idea."
Oh, this was rich. I fell right for this. Dammit. I couldn't go back now. I couldn't get up. I couldn't deny what had happened, or what I had said.
Because it had sounded genuine.
Because it sounded real.
Why did I do this to myself?
Invite over my gay friends in the first place. Then have them in my bedroom. On my bed. Then laying down. And ending up cuddling.
What was wrong with me? Stupid fricking Lindsay. What did she do to my head? Why did she mess with me like this? What was there to gain?

"Lindsay, why are you doing this?"
"It's fun to mess with your head, darling. It's fun to mess up your morals. It's fun to mess up your standards on what you are and how you should act because of that. I laugh at that. On the inside, of course," she grinned, tilting her head to look at me, and I cocked my head to one side.
"But why are you still on me? You know I don't enjoy this."
"Well then why are your gorgeous arms still around my waist if you don't even want this to be happening?"

Oh. Dang. I didn't notice I was still doing that. My arms quietly slithered to my stomach, and I blushed, thinking about what had happened.
But Lindsay squeezed my waist like a constrictor, sucking the life out of me.
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
Oh God. What was happening. I wanted out and almost squirmed. I was pinned though. I couldn't do anything. My hands were squooshed against Lindsay's arms and my own stomach that grew thinner by the moment.
I refused to let any sound come out, because sound was pleasure.
I wasn't here to threaten Lindsay with a good time. Oh, but she was though.
This was the point. To threaten me with a good time. And for me to fall for it. To convince myself that I was gay too. So she could be with me.
This was smooth.
"You gonna say anything? Youre killin' me here with your silence."
"Good. Just stop please."
"Don't you want this? Don't think I can't feel your heart beating as fast as it is. Oh, but I can make it jump right up to your throat, honey."
"Don't get lusty with me, Lindsay. I don't want this. You're just ruining your friendship with me by doing this."
She stopped. Thinking. She went slack, just enough for me to scramble off the bed and onto a chair, panting now. This was weird.
But at least it had stopped now.

I breathed, and my breath got slower and more even each time I drew it in and out. Lindsay stared at me, almost looking ashamed. Almost. Maybe grinning now. Oh God, had she no shame? (Sorry for the old English talk.) Honestly?
...
Oh great. Did I actually miss the touch of her skin on me? This was rich. This was-- unbelievable. Why? How could Lindsay do this so easily to me?
'So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you dooo! Yeah, you're worse than nicotineeeee, nicotiiinnneeeeee, yeah!' Brendon's words sang in my head. This was too true right now. But without the kiss.
But should I really just brush this off? I would hurt Lindsay so bad if I did. I think this meant a lot to her. Finally expressing her gayness to someone real to her.

I got back off the chair, and sat next to Lindsay. I turned to her, looked into her eyes (probably with the look), and-- oh God, why?-- kissed her.
Why? I don't know. I'd never get the chance again, most likely. The funny thing was, I didn't expect her to kiss back, and yet she did. Was she enjoying this as much as I found myself enjoying it?
What was I doing to myself? This was so stupid, and yet it was now so important to me. 'But girls love girls and boys! (Sophisticated, manipulated!)' Oh yes. I had been manipulated. I suddenly broke up the kiss.
"You know we can't go back from this now?" I said.
"Yeah. We've both been really dumb. Now we can't even go back. I'm sorry for starting this. I tried to get a reaction and it was more than I expected. I--" she sighed.
"So. What are we going to do now? What about school? What about Patrick?" I ran my fingers through my hair, messing it up, and put on a hat backwards.
Patrick was-- well. He liked me, to say the least. If he heard about this-- oh God. I slumped on the bed, regretting all that had happened.
"If I actually cursed out loud, I'd be a sailor by now," I commented on how messed up this was. We were screwed.
"Well. I don't know what to say. This only really hurts you. I had a good time, and I can justify it. I'm gay. What else can I do? You on the other hand... have a straight life of your own. I'm so sorry. I wasn't--"
"I know. Thinking. No one does when they're with a person they really like." I grinned.
"Ha! You think--" Lindsay tried to play it off, but I saw right through it. I ignored it though, and sighed.
What could I do now?
I had legit just screwed my life.
Wait. But only Lindsay and I knew about this.
Two can keep a secret if one is dead. Just kidding. I wouldn't do that.
"Hey, only we know about this. We can keep a secret, right?"
"Yeahhh. But it's gonna be awkward in class. Because of what we know about eachother."
"Oh. Yeah."
"Foiled."
"We can just not talk about this."
"Or we can do it again." Lindsay grinned, and looked at me expectantly.
"Sure, why not?"

You like? I might continue it if you like the gay stuff.
I'm also sorry for pronouncing lesbian as 'gay' because that's how my gay friend says it.
I almost made the gay girl Courtney but I thought it'd be odd for some of my readers. ;)
But-- hey. This ain't everyone's cuppa tea. Just tell me.

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