Aimee wakes you

"Stefi...? Stefi! Wake up, baby! We should probably get you home."

You woke up thoroughly disoriented, Aimee leaning over you, her breasts pressed against yours, as she leaned in and stole a quick kiss. A pleased sound snuck out of your throat and your lips parted, returning the kiss with tongue. She tasted wonderful...

Then your brain kicked into gear and your realized you weren't dreaming. You sat up, gently pushing Aimee away to get some air. You were hyperventilating as the events of the last few hours caught up with you.

You'd left Greg in a huff, visited the very woman you had been fighting about, gotten drunk (again) with her, and then...

"We had sex, didn't we?" Your voice was hollow. You could feel the insidious tendrils of guilt working their way through your stomach.

"It depends, I guess," Aimee replied coyly, "technically, I only fucked you with my fingers... and my tongue... and I guess with that vibrator. You were holding the vibrator yourself though at some point, too. So that was probably masturbation? And you went down on me like you were born for it! So I'd say yeah, we had pretty fantastic sex!" She sounded elated, and snuck an arm around you. Sensing your shock though, she turned you gently to face her. "... How do you feel about it, Stefi?"

"Stephanie, Aimee... My name is Stephanie..." What were you thinking? What would Greg say? You'd never even been attracted to women before, but even now your pussy (vulva, vagina... they all sounded too clinical) clenched as you found yourself *still, even now* staring at Aimee's chest. "...I guess I'm bi. Aimee, I just cheated on my husband with you." You wanted to cry, and felt the guilt and grief like a stone in your gut.

Aimee hugged you again. "Stef..anie," she said carefully, "you are *definitely* bi." She paused, both of you silent for a bit, then continued, a sad look forming on her face. "I'm sorry I spiked our drinks, Stephanie, but I'm *not* sorry about that sex. You were like... *amazing.*"

"You smiled a bit, still full of conflict. "Aimee, I need to figure all this out. I've been feeling really weird lately, and I don't know if it's some kind of psychosis or what." You hadn't really intended to, but you were opening up in a big way. You *had* to tell somebody what was going on. "You've been a fantastic friend to me so far, but this... I need to process what's going on."

You felt Aimee's fingers tighten around your hand, and heard concern in her voice. "Tell me about it?"

"I've been having these dreams," you started, "really hot dreams, where I'm like another person. And I've been acting like, I dunno, like some kind of slut." You caught the expression coming into Aimee's face as she opened her mouth to interrupt, and cut her off. "Don't look at me that! I *know* you think all women are sluts."

Your pussy clenched again as you said it, and you continued. "That's part of the problem. Part of me kind of agrees with you, and I definitely wouldn't have before I moved here."

Aimee was quiet for a while, and you both processed this. "People change," she finally said, "maybe you're just... I don't know... opening up to new ideas? I mean, you didn't even know you were bi!" She giggled.

You nodded, coming to a decision. "You might be right. Anyway Aimee, I just want you to know, this was super fun. I don't know what to do about it, but I really like hanging out with you. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know what I figured out, ok?" You hugged her, and enjoyed another pleasant tingle as she hugged you back.

It was almost eight pm, the sun low on the horizon. Aimee helped you wash and gather your things, and then you left, walking down the street toward your new house. One thought stuck in your mind as you walked home though...