I thought I would write in and talk about something that happened to me recently, because I certainly can't tell anyone!
I have a friend from college who I used to sleep with. I can't give her name, so let's call her Christine. She is chubby, with really huge tits. Everyone around her thought she was little miss innocent, but she was always extremely horny, and the kinkiest women I have ever slept with. We continued to sleep together off and on after college, but stopped when she married a guy from Jamaica, call him Joe. I once asked her if she continued doing all the kinky stuff with her husband, and she said the most that ever happened was he went down on her once in a while.
I would see the two of them once in a while, and about a year ago I took a job close to their house, and started coming by more. I came over for dinner a couple of times, sometimes even when Joe wasn't there, because he was working late. I asked Christine if it didn't bother Joe that I was over, and she said "To tell you the truth, he thinks you're gay."
"What?!" I said. "Why would he think that?"
"Maybe because most of my male friends are gay," she answered.
That was how things stood until one day Christine called me at work, sobbing. "You have to do me a favor," she pleaded.
"What's the matter, tell me what it is, and I'll do it," I said.
It turned out that she had been seeing another guy on the side, and Joe had found a used condom in their bedroom. Christine had told him that she had let me use their apartment to have sex with my gay lover over my lunch break. Could I just come in and back up her story? She would have her lover come in too, and we would tell Joe it was our condom.
I didn't want anyone thinking I was gay, but I didn't want Christine to get in trouble. I reluctantly agreed to come over that night.
Christine let me in. She whispered "It's ok, my lover is bi." She led me into the living room, where Joe was sitting on a chair and a tall guy, about 5 years younger than the rest of us, was sitting on the couch. I didn't find out till later that his name was Ray. I went over and sat next to him. He put his arm around me, said "Hi sweetie," and kissed me right on the lips!
"Gross!" I thought, but I just smiled and said "Hi."
Joe was looking pretty angry. "Well? I'm waiting," he said.
"I'm sorry Joe," I said, "we didn't have a place in the neighborhood to meet up, and I was complaining to Christine, and she said we could use your place. We shouldn't have done it without your permission, and I'm sorry we left, uh, something behind."
"That is not what I am waiting for," said Joe angrily. I didn't know what he meant. "Come on," he said. "Prove to me that you are gay."
