An uneasy situation

You walk back to Sarah's place. Your earlier confidence from brutally fucking one gay lesbian girl quavers in the face of mixing things up with your best friend. Despite her earlier offers to become your fuck buddy and even flashing you her tits and asking you to fuck her as an apology, you still feel apprehensive and nervous about facing her. Not even your new knowledge can fully steel you to deal with your imagined consequences of messing things up with your best friend.

When you arrive at her apartment however, you cautiously creak the door open to find the place silent and deserted.

You walk in softly, looking around for any signs of Sarah, only to find your things all stacked neatly on the coffee table by the couch you slept on last night. Your clothes have been laundered and dried, and on the top are your keys and a folded note.

You pick up the note to read it.

Hey John,

I'm not sure why you ran off so suddenly this morning without even taking your stuff. Maybe I messed something up? I'm sorry if I did, you know I don't mean to be a bad friend in any way.

I tried waiting for you to come take your stuff again, but I got a call from work and had to go in today. Lucky you to not be on call to work Sundays.

I washed your stuff for you here, I even washed your underwear for you. Gross.

And about being your fuck buddy, we're still on for that right? I didn't scare you off or something? You know I still need to show you I'm sorry about being gay and into girls. It's not your fault that I'm more into girls than you. We need to talk about that sometime. Call me.

~S

You put down the note and leaned back on the couch with a sigh. It seemed like the confrontation you were worrying so much about with Sarah would not be happening just yet. You were saved from the awkward encounter by her job. Maybe one of these days you would send a thank you card to her boss or something.

Since Sarah wasn't home, there wasn't anything else to do at her place and you just got dressed shortly, and left the pyjamas Sarah had borrowed you folded up on the table where your other clothes had been. Before you left, you quickly scribbled a note back to Sarah on the back of the paper that Sarah had used, with a pen you found lying around on the coffee table before pinning the paper under a mug someone else had left. It was probably yours.

Pit stop completed, you left Sarah's, and started heading back home with a slightly lighter step.

On the way back, you remember to text Lucy the address to your apartment and it is less than a minute later that she responds with a thumbs up. Must be busy at her work, you imagine.

Then, three floating dots pop up on your conversation and catch your eye, indicating she was typing something to you. Lucy texts to ask you if there were any preparations you wanted her and her girlfriend to make before going to your place to apologise later.

That leaves you thinking about what you really want out of this. With a free ticket to fuck and use basically any lesbian or gay girl, you needed to ask yourself what you wanted out of what you assumed would become a regular habit or even daily occurrence with just how many homosexuals lived in your city. Honestly, you were still a little nervous that this entire thing would suddenly fall apart and be revealed to be a hoax or a sting and everything would come crashing down, but so far, things had been going just as the email had described. You decided that you if you were going to take advantage of this situation, you would need to embrace the situation fully and live like it was real. What was that saying, 'you only live once?'

With that decision made in your head, you texted back to Lucy.

Make sure you and your girlfriend are shaved everywhere from the head down, and bring a dog collar and leash to my place later.