Emily, a perverted lesbian with a close, older, friend

Author's Note: Adding this here because there have been some complaints. This thread contains orientation play. Both messing with straight girls and lesbians (reluctantly) having sex with men. Nothing corrective, everyone stays their sexuality, but fair warning. If you don't like, you don't have to read. I'm not offended, and I'm honestly sorry I couldn't give you something you wanted. As a queer woman I get wanting a bastion of sapphicness. This ain't it. Full spoilers in the comments section of the Physics chapter.

My story starts like any other day. After my college classes I visited my old friend Abraham at his house. I've known Abraham since I was a toddler, when he moved into the neighborhood. I live in a semi-small town where everyone knows everyone else, so when a new neighbor moved in, having won his already paid off house in a wager, my family HAD to meet him. He had a charm about him that seemingly only I could see. Once the other neighborhood kids got old enough to make their own choices about where to hang out, they all ditched visiting their elders but I stuck around. Mostly because me and Abraham shared a love of dominoes. We'd play all day. He won, almost all the time, but I still tried my hardest. I learned everything I knew about the game from him.

So it was no surprise that after my classes I showed up yet again to play some dominoes. Once we did a couple rounds he said he had it in him for two more games. Age had treated Abraham well. His skin tone was faded but still betrayed his black heritage. He said his family was from Nigeria but moved when he was about twelve. He still had a full head of hair, albeit a very grey one. He was a tall man, sitting down he still seemed to tower over the world, and he had large hands too that he often used to clap in laughter. He hadn't bothered to get dressed in more than the blue robe he slept in. The first of our last games he put a little wager on. Something small.

"If I win, you have to believe what I have to say after we're done playing," He said. He smiled but his words came off with a grave importance. He was deathly serious. I just nodded. "Okay then. Let's get going." Another clap and his trademark laughter.

I got crushed. It wasn't even close. I somehow managed to get the worst hand ever yet again. Nothing I could do seemed to matter. I was glad that we didn't bet something serious like money again. Not that Abraham needed it. He was loaded for reasons he never really explained.

"Okay, and this one's just for fun?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes.

"Uh-huh," He responded.

This next game was closer. There was a back and forth and I was an actual container. Still, he creamed me. I could knock a few games off Abraham on a good day but today was not my day man. Eventually, he put me out my misery and won.

"Ha ha!" He laughed, pointing at the board. A shimmied his fists like he was a train. "Old man still got it!"

"Alright, alright," I said. "Now what did you want to tell me?" He immediately straitened up and cleared his throat.

"Okay. Now I know you will believe me but it still feels insane to say." He reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a golden coin. It glittered in the dim light of the study and looked older than any currency I had seen before. "This coin is magic."

"Uh-huh," I nodded. Of course it is. That was easy to follow. Why did we need to make a bet about this?

"If I make a bet while this coin is on my person, I win. Always. Not only that, but the person will agree to whatever terms I set out, and will always cough up what we bet. No matter how ridiculous. And if it requires someone else everyone will see it as perfectly normal. Like a basic consequence-less wager. This magic's the only reason why you're believing me now."

Now that's hard to believe. Not the betting part. That's fine. But I'm sure I could trust that even without the bet. It seemed so obvious. I didn't voice that opinion though. He extended his hand and presented the coin to me.

"And I'm bequeathing it to you." I took the coin from him slowly.

"Why?" I asked as I stared down at the coin now in my hand. Abraham shrugged.

"I'm bored. I'm tired of winning. Before I met you I had already been doing it for years. Ah, those were the days. I've won a lot in my time. I want to lose again. I want to win things off skill. And you've been good to me. You deserve it. Get yourself a pretty girl with it." He said.

I smiled. Back when I was 19 I was so terrified of coming out to such an older man. But one day I came home crying after a fight with my mom about my sexuality. I needed to be anywhere but home so I came to him. He tried to coax why I was crying out of me but I refused. Eventually he won the information in a game of dominoes. Wait. Did he use the coin on me? Could I use the coin to fix my problems?

"Do you mind if I make a phone call?" I asked.

"Sure," Abraham said.