Growing up I had a best friend who was one of the most honourable friends I have ever had. She could be entrusted with anything and as a result I would talk to her without censoring myself at all.
She always had time for me and likewise I would always be an ear to listen if she wanted to talk to me.
We had been friends for a while before she confided in me something she hadn’t even shared with her parents or anyone else. I felt very touched that she chose me to “come out” to. If I’m honest I probably had an idea way back then but you don’t like to assume.
Her revelation took me slightly by surprise despite of my feeling that she was gay, I suppose you are never ready for someone to reveal something so personal to you. I kept that secret from everyone with pride, even from her parents who I obviously spent lots of time with when we “stayed in”.
And I also kept secret that I was bisexual. I think that was possibly due to the fact that I was a horny, experimental teenager. At the time you tend to get on with things rather than over analyse. Which is a good thing, means you can enjoy in a relatively guilt free environment.
I also had a boyfriend at the time which I suppose stamped me with the “heterosexual” label. It took some time for it to kind of slip out of me that I was interested in her too. Time has blurred my memory but it would most probably have been one of my sleep over’s at her house.
She had a small bedroom with a single bed, wardrobe and little else due to lack of space. But there was enough room for someone to sleep on the floor. As I recall I was awarded the bed being a guest and my friend had the floor.
It must have been on one of these sleep over’s that I invited her in to my bed…no her bed, as I was in her house. Due to the proximity of our bodies, intimacy was a foregone conclusion I suppose. I recall her snuggling up to me and placing her arm around me as we spooned quite innocently in the dark of the room
But something deeper was growing between us…