Chapter 7

A little too aggressively, Katie tried to push Cynthia away, but Cynthia held her firmly in her arms. Tilting her head up, Katie looked directly into Cynthia’s eyes.

“No. I love you. I always have.” Katie looked down, closed her sodden eyes, and added, “I just needed you to know ... finally...”

“Oh ... Oh ... Uh...” Cynthia stammered not knowing what to say.

“I’m so sorry. But I couldn’t keep ... I didn’t mean to...” trailing off, Katie continued to quietly cry in Cynthia’s caring arms.

Cynthia just stood there looking down at her friend. Her Katie-bear. The closest friend she ever had for as long as she could remember. She knew that she loved Katie with all her heart.

But did Cynthia love her in that way?

Standing there crying with her head down, Katie actually felt some relief. It was finally over. At long last, she had finally bared her true heart to someone.

And to Cynthia, the object of her love, of all people.

But Katie also felt great sadness knowing that the love of her life would never love her back. She didn’t expect that, but now that her feelings were known, Katie felt the crush of this reality.

She imagined that she could feel the rejection of her love in Cynthia’s embrace.

And through it all, some part of Katie was sexually thrilled to be pressed against Cynthia’s breasts. The firm yet soft feel of them. The clean smell of her shirt and skin. Katie was excited but profoundly saddened to be bawling her eyes out in the strong, comforting arms of the woman who would never hold her the way that Katie needed to be held.

The woman that she so wanted to truly love. And wanted to be truly loved by.

‘What is wrong with me?’ Katie thought, in desperate confusion. ‘Why do I just punish myself over and over?’ Yet, Katie’s nipples were fully erect and had begun to tingle against Cynthia’s warmth. Katie’s new, fresh panties were quickly soaking through. ‘What is wrong with me?’ she repeated to herself.

“Alright,” Cynthia suddenly stated.

Katie looked up at her with tear-stained cheeks. “Alright, what?”

“Okay. Let’s give it a try.”

Katie just stared blankly at Cynthia. Uncomprehending.

“So, you wanna be with me or not?”

“Yes?” Katie croaked. Then she caught her voice and said, a little stronger, “Yes.”

Cynthia smiled.

Katie continued, even stronger, “Yes. Yes. Yes – wait...? You ... like girls?”

“Well, I know that I talk about cock all the time, but ... to be honest, I’m not sure that it really does interest me all that much. And girls are much prettier, anyway. And boys smell like B.O.”

“So ... Yes?” Katie asked, still not fully comprehending this sudden turn of events. She never, in her wildest fantasies, thought Cynthia would like her back.

“Let’s do it,” Cynthia confirmed. “But you have to be the one to tell Freya.”

Still stunned, Katie smiled. “Sure. Sure.”

“And there are going to be some rules. And rule number one is that I make all of the rules.”

“Anything you want,” Katie gushed, fresh tears streaming down her face.

“Anything, huh? Well, I think I could get used to this.” Cynthia smiled at her friend and held her a little tighter.

Katie wrapped her arms around Cynthia’s waist and they hugged.

But this hug felt different.

To both of them.

It felt like their first, true hug. Like every show of love and caring up to this moment had been somehow “less.”

And Katie was crying for the fifth time today...? The sixth time...? She didn’t know and didn’t care. But like the hug, these tears felt different, too.

For the first time in her life, Katie actually felt tears of happiness falling from her eyes.

“So, Katie told you about her confession to me?”

“Yeah,” Freya looked intently at Cyn. “I never knew.”

“About me?”

“About either of you!”

“You didn’t think that Katie was a lezbo?” Cyn asked in her usual crass way.

“Well ... I didn’t know...”

“Yeah. She’s pretty tight-lipped about ... Well, pretty much everything.”

“Did you know?” Freya asked.

“Yeah.” Cyn paused, thinking. “She never told me, but ... I knew.”

“And you? You’re gay?”

“Now, that’s something that I didn’t know!” Cyn replied. “Maybe I did know. Deep down.” She paused, then continued, “I don’t know.”

“Did you know Katie was in love with you?”

“Yeah. I totally knew that.”

Amazed, Freya asked, “And you never said anything?”

“What was I going to say? I didn’t want to hurt her.”

“Were you in love with her?”

Cyn considered this for a few moments. “I think I was. I just didn’t know it until she finally confessed her love to me. I really took a look at her and she was different somehow. I suddenly saw her differently. Not just as one of my closest friends. I suddenly saw her as ... I think I finally saw her in the way that she’d always hoped that I would see her.” Cyn paused again. “And I mean, come on! How cute is she?”

“Very cute,” Freya agreed.

“And she loves my huge jiggly tits.”

Freya smiled. “Who doesn’t?”

“And she said that she would do anything and everything I ask her to do. Practically my cute little puppet.” Cyn smiled. “How could I say no to all of that?”

“Oh, no!” Frey rolled her eyes. “What are you going to do to that poor girl?”

Cyn held her hands up. “Nothing. Nothing.” She paused and an evil smile crossed her face. “Well, I will turn her into my little deviant sex slave, of course.”