Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Monday, Week 2 I wake up face down on satin sheets, a hammer in my head pounding on the backs of my eyes, it takes me a minute to realize that's bad. Kani is warm next to me, her hand on my ass, and it takes me a bit longer to decide that's nice. She's breathing softly, I turn my head to face her, she moves my hair back out of my face and puts her hand back where it was. I'm screwed in the head, I just slept with a chick in her own bed. "I'm a lesbian..." I didn't mean to say it, I just did, and now I feel stupid. Kani's eyes close, she frowns a little, takes her hand away, says really quiet - "Is that bad?" I pull my arm out from under the pillow, looking at her eyes, her head resting on her arm, put her hand back where it was. Her eyes open. "It feels nice," I say, quiet as I can. "I don't know." She stares at me, doesn't blink, I vaguely remember her leading me in here last night, holding me up. "Anytime it doesn't feel nice, you say so, OK?" she says, firmness in her voice. I nod, a mistake, reach to hold my head, she does it for me. Pets my hair, draws her hand along it's length, I close my eyes. Asks if I want to sleep some more, and I don't know so I say so. She rubs my back and I try to decide, she rubs my ass and I think I know, her finger goes between my legs and touches my lips and I'm pretty fuckin sure. I tell her I don't want to sleep and she kisses me, I'm super aware my mouth tastes like old glue, stale tequila, pure shit. She keeps going, when I'm wet she slips her fingers in and handfucks me super slow, super gentle, I'm spreading my legs and raising my hips to let her hand in further. I reach under her arm and touch her pussy, a chick's pussy and my hand is on it, short, blond hairs under my fingertips, warm, wet lips, I spread her open and stick two fingers in, copying what she's doing to me. She's massaging my clit like she did last night and it works the same way, a couple minutes and I shiver with one of those soft, quiet orgasms, she spreads her legs and lets me roll on my side, pushing deeper into her. I try to do what she did to me, get it sorta right. She moves my hand a little, tilting her hips into my hand, breathes in super fast just once, arches her back, holds her breath, lets it out. "Thanks..." she says, voice all dreamy, like she just woke up or something. I keep going, but she takes my hand out, moves it to her mouth, licks her juices off my fingers. She gets up, kissing my hand, tit, cheek, lips, says she's going to make breakfast. She goes and I curl up, smelling her on my hand, like me but different. Sweeter, maybe, spicier, maybe. Maybe a shower would make my headache better, I get up slow, careful, find a towel in the bathroom and turn the water on hot hot hot. Doesn't do much for my headache, makes me feel better anyway. Gives me time to think, what am I doing? Getting involved with a chick. Does have it's appeal, though. Kani's pretty, got a nice ass, nice pussy, nice everything. Kisses better than anyone... means I'm a lesbian. Bisexual maybe. Yeah, bi. Sounds better, right? I mean I still like guys, still wanna get fucked, but Kani's got a closet full of cocks of all shapes and sizes and I got my aluminum one and the yellow belly dancer and the black studded one, haven't even fucked that one yet. Who needs guys, I was thinking to myself the other day. Who needs them? Looks like I've got a -~guy' with a pussy and thirty different dicks. Can't ask for more. This could work out. I come out into the living room and I can smell bacon holy fuck that smells good. Kani's in the kitchen, making eggs naked. She does have a nice ass, I go up and press my hips against it, put my hands on her tits, gold ring and diamond hard against my palm. She drops the spatula and turns her head, reaching back to grab my head in her hands, kisses me. I have a clean mouth now, found a brand new toothbrush in the bathroom. Thoughtful bitch, this one. She turns back to cook some more and I stay there, watching over her shoulder with my hands on her tits, squeezing them soft and slow, and she presses her ass into my loin. She has to move, gets some plates and we go sit at the table, I can eat the bacon and toast but the eggs make me ill. "Probably shouldn't have made those for you, huh?" she says, giggles a little. The diamond bounces on her tit when she laughs. "S'ok," I tell her, "They look good. I'm just too hung over." She smiles in a weird way, eats some more. "You OK?" she asks a little later. I'm chewing some toast, staring at the floor. I tell her yeah, it's just bizarre finding out what I found out last night. What'd you find out she wants to know, and I can't really answer. I put the toast down and look at her, white table with black plates and gold silverware between us, open my mouth, nothing comes out. "Don't worry about it," she says. "I'm not going anywhere. If you need to decide, Rachel, to think, take all the time you need. Last night was fun. I think we can have more fun, if you want. If you don't think it's wrong or anything." She's not looking at me anymore, poking eggs with her fork. I think I decided in the shower, so I smack my courage around and just fucking out with it. "Kani," I start, my voice all high and stupid, I clear my throat but it doesn't help, so fuckit, "Will you be my girlfriend?" And I stare at my plate, ready to cry cause she's gonna say no she's gonna say no "Yes."