Karen and I were best friends all through college. She was a very fine and a beautiful ebony girl that had long legs, pretty face and a great body. Despite my attraction we never were intimate and remained friends.
The day of our graduation she found the need to be completely honest with me after she broke up with whom I thought at the time was her boyfriend Michael. After dinner she told me that Michael was really Michelle and that she had been in several gay relationships. Needless to say I was shocked. But hey it was the 21st century. That kind of thing happened all the time. She confided in me about every woman she made love with which included one of our professors. She explained that she had never found a man that has loved her the way she wanted to be love. ” I seem to fall in love with all the crazy guys or the ones that I’m attracted to really aren’t attracted to me and just want to sleep with me.” Men just don’t really love me for me.” It was then I found my courage to tell her how I really felt. After 4 years of college and spending so much time together how could I feel any other way? Well I love you Karen, I always have. We have seen each other through some hard times and shared some pretty special times as well. I thought about it briefly, but I put it out of my head because I didn’t want reck our friendship she said. Now how many times have I heard that? The next line is “you are just like a brother came out of our moth at the same time and we laughed.
Now in my mind I’m thing. I’m in love with a gay woman, this will never work and nothing will ever happen between us so just be satisfied with your friendship and move on. The night ended and I went home and feeling quit silly for reveling feelings to my gay friend. At least she thought about it if not but for a moment. That night I got into bed with the evening events playing through my head and drifted off to sleep. The ringing of my phone at about 2:00 am awakened me. I knew it was Karen. No one called me that late other than my mother and Karen. And since I talked to mom before going to bed I know it had to be her. Ok Karen what’s up it’s 2am. I’m down stairs let me in please. This had happened before when she got her heart broken and a few times when she had lost her apartment key. I hit the code and unlocked the door. The door opened and standing in front of me was my gay friend in black heels and mid length coat with a black bra and black string bikini lace underwear. I didn’t say much because she kissed me as she walked through the door removing my cloths as we made our way to bedroom. It was there that I really got a view of her gorgeous body. She pushed me on the bed and went down on me licking and sucking me as though it was the best thing she had ever had. I was out of my mind lost in pleasure. I pulled her hot body on top of me and kissed her deeply and took off you underwear and went down to her now soaking wet pussy. I could tell that were she wanted me to go. I licked her and eat her until she came on my face. To my surprise she would not let me move until she came the fourth time. We made love all morning and decided that we would park our cars away from the apartment and turn off the phone and not answer the phone until Monday morning. Monday morning she got dressed and moved into my apartment with me. We got married and now have two children. We still have lock-in weekend to this day. That reminds me I have to hire a babysitter today.
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