When I was a firefighter Chapter 5 part 8 of 10

When I was a firefighter
Chapter 5 part 8 of 10

“After this went on for a while, we heard one day that girls who kiss other girls are called ‘lesbians’. Neither of us knew what that word meant. We wanted to know if what we were doing made us lesbians, so she looked it up on the internet and our eyes were opened! She liked what we found; I wasn’t interested. She eventually told me that she was a lesbian and I told her that I was certain that I was straight. She was ok with my choice and I was ok with hers—it changed nothing between us. In fact, it brought us closer together.”

“I can’t even tell you exactly when it happened because it was so gradual, but eventually we weren’t just kissing; we were making out. We weren’t having sex or anything—you know that, though. We always kept our clothes on and there was no mouth action below the neckline but were getting pretty hot and heavy. ”

I asked Cherry, “So, are you saying you are bi?”

She said, “NO! I’m not BI! I would NEVER do any of what I have done with Olivia with another girl! I know that doesn’t make sense…”

I said, “It makes some sense. So, that’s as far as you guys have gone: fully clothed and making out?”

Cherry said, “WELLLLL….”

I said, “Oh, there’s more…”

She said, “Yeah, a little. Just before I met you, things were…starting to…go further….”

I asked, “What does that mean?”

She said, “This past summer, I was sleeping at her place and their air conditioner broke. It was really hot, even with the fans on. We were making out as usual and she said that it was too hot and she took her t-shirt off. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen her boobs nearly every day of my life so what was the big deal? And the same was true about her seeing mine—and it WAS hot—so I took mine off, too. So, in just our panties, we were back to making out. She was—I can’t believe
I’m telling you all of this, but you should know—she was on top of me, but not laying on me; more like hovering over me, you know? And some sweat dripped off of her and landed on my boob. Well, I guess she felt it drip away from her and she looked and saw where it landed and she wiped it off.

I guess I was a bit turned on and told her to keep touching me like that. It was the first time anyone had touched me like that and it felt good. I knew no one else had done that to her, so I showed her how it felt. From then on, when we made out, we were topless and playing with the other’s breasts. But that’s as far as it ever went, I swear!”

I shook my head and said, “That’s ok. Don’t worry about it: I’m fine with it. Hell, I’m sitting here with half a boner just hearing about it!”

Cherry punched my arm and said, “You’re a pig!”

I laughed and said, “In my defense, that story is pretty hot. But, just to get this right, you said that all while you two are doing this, you both know that the other is looking to date someone else?”

Cherry said, “Yeah, that’s pretty much it. I mean, she has always known that I’m straight; that I want to get married and have babies with the man of my dreams… And I know she’s a lesbian and wants to fall in love with a girl. And I know that she doesn’t think of me as that girl. We just have this unusual love for each other. We love each other, but we are not IN LOVE. Weird, right?”

I said, “It’s not weird at all.”

She just looked at me in disbelief; her face saying ‘be honest’.

I said, “Ok, maybe it’s a little weird. But it’s also beautiful.”

Cherry sighed, put her head on my shoulder, and said, “Yeah, I guess it was.”

Queuing on the word ‘was’, I said, “So now she doesn’t want to continue that intimate part of the relationship since I’m in the picture and that’s why she’s jealous of me.”

Looking at me, she said, “Exactly how crazy are you? Can you just tell me now and get it out of the way?”

I asked, “What?—What did I say?”

She said, “I’m the one that stopped with her, you dope!”

I thought about it for a second and stated more than asked, “Because of me?”

Cherry said, “Yeah, of course. Why else?”

I realized that her reasoning for ending that intimate element of their friendship was that she didn’t want there to be any way someone could say she was ‘cheating’ on me. What struck me as odd was that, with the way she described their relationship, it wouldn’t really bother me if they continued. The relationship between us was solid and we had both said as much without having to actually say the words. So I didn’t feel threatened in any way by Olivia.

To be continued