Jasmine's Bad(?) Advice & Catrin's Confession

You decide it's best that you get a girl's opinion on it, seeing as talking with James can only really make things worse for you both. You get Jasmine on facetime and, after pleasantries, explain your situation.

"..and oh my god Jazz the sex this week was so shit, he didn't make me cum at all! All I've been thinking of is what happened, and I don't know what I'm doing. Helppp!" You plead with her, not sure if you're actually distressed or not about telling her; she's told you far worse after all.

"Well... I can see why you don't want to tell your James about cockney James," you nod patiently, she's not the best at advice you concede, but she's a great listener, "maybe you didn't actually 'get it out of your system' with the london boy? Maybe you need to finish that job?"

You both laugh at the answer for a good minute

"I can't do that!! That would be sooo bad!" your mind casts back to when Cat complimented James during Truth or Dare about the sound of his performance, maybe it wouldn't be all bad. Subconsciously, you bite your lip at the image in your head, lying face down with your arse up in the air, fucked hard by the fuckboy. Fuckboy of the Year Award, presented by you.

"You're thinking about it though aren't you!"

"Absolutely not you dirty slag!"

You laugh and chat, talking about everything and nothing, and before you know it it's 1am and you're hanging up. You don't feel like the situation has been resolved in your mind though. You text Cat,

-Heyyy, you up boo?xo-

Your phone buzzes literally a second later

-Come in sweetie xo-

You remember that you're only in a dressing gown right now, so you slip on some panties, a plain black thong, before moving next door. You're pretty comfortable with one another by now, it'll be fine.

*knock knock*

She opens up, you go inside and sit on her bed with her; taking in her appearance. She too is in casual bed wear, but she still looks stunning; hair done up into a ponytail, reading glasses on enhancing her cuteness by about 3000, a pink tank top showing off her toned tummy, and some black boyshorts for her cute little butt.

"So what's wrong Sash? Just want to chat or is there something specific?"

"Yeah actually I was wondering if you wanted to talk about.. that fresher's night?" You hesitated to look at her for fear of getting a bad response. She sighs, you feel rejection in the air as prominent as you can smell her delicious perfume.

"I was actually thinking the same thing you know; buttt, maybe we shouldn't be in a sober state for this?" She gets up off the bed and moves to her desk, searching for something,

"Well to be fair Cat, I'm still a little tipsy right now, I don't.. Ohhhhh you bad girl! I didn't think you'd be the type!"

Catrin is holding a pre-rolled spliff in her hand, she smokes weed! Best. News. Ever! "I hate that people always assume I'm such an innocent little girl to be honest, I'm far from!" This earns an internal response from you.

"Sorry babe, I didn't mean to be one of the crowd to pre-judge, now light it up for us!"

About five minutes later you're both feeling the effects (your both small girls and there's a lot packing in that)

"Okay Cat, so I wanna know what happened to you on fresher's night! Was it something to do with that girl at that club? You looked close.." You try to read her body language, which is currently giving away that you are quite close to the truth.

"Oh my god Sasha you saw that! Oh nooo!"

"I just saw you sat with some girl, you had your legs over her, which I must say by the way, I'm a big fan of"

"Aw thanks baee," She kicks one of her legs up in the air dramatically; you're all acting students here, and you get a view of her long, smooth legs. Damn! "Well, yeah it was to do with her, and I haven't told anybody about this, and I don't want anyone to find out, okay? I have a boyfriend!"

This drew you in massively.

"Well she and I were flirting on the dance floor, we kissed a little, and we both took half a pill of MD," this girl is BAD! You would never have guessed. She continues, "I don't know if you've ever done that before, but it's called the love **** for a reason! I agreed to go back to hers that night to hang out, I was so high oh god.. And then we fucked, like.. A lot." She finally makes eye contact with you again, and you are sat in stunned silence at her answer; you hope the image in your head is as hot as how it actually was.

"So you enjoyed it?"

"Oh god Sasha! Don't ask questions like that!! But.. yes, I did. So much"

"I didn't know you were bi! I was suspicious, but yeah, wow!"

"Well, I do like girls I guess, but only sexually, I've never actually had a girlfriend... Are you bi?"

You take a moment to contemplate your answer...