Go sit down somewhere to think

Stumbling out of the store with your head swirling full of confusion at what seemed to be the world going mad, you feel like you really just need a moment to process what's been going on. Your feet move on their own, wandering around while your confused mind starts to sift through all the unbelievable things that have happened in the last 24 hours.

You trace things back in your head as best as you can while you trudge down the street with a distracted gaze in your eyes, pulling stares from passerby's which you don't notice in your focus.

Starting with that girl behind the cashier, she apologised to you for being gay. It was a weirdly specific thing, what with your luck with girls so far in your life, it also really stood out. Under any other situation, you would have been disappointed at such an attractive woman telling you she was gay, but here that fact just stuck out like a sore thumb to you in a different way.

That girl seemed to be really focused on apologising to you sexually, with no shame or thoughts about just lifting up her shirt in public with other people around. Neither did the other cashier or the customer there at the time think this was odd, they just seemed to find that it was normal and a tiresome procedure that they had **** about. Without thinking about it, your fingers clenched around the plastic in your hand wondering what it would have been like to really reach out and touch or grope her chest right there. You were a virgin after all, with 23 failed attempts to get a girlfriend or a hookup, somehow managing to fall for every lesbian or bi person who didn't give you the time of day while you were getting out of school and university.

Then there was Sarah. Pretty, best friend since high school, sexy redhead Sarah. Who wasn't a lesbian and said she was also attracted to guys, but had previously turned you down when you had tried to hit on her. But then last night and earlier this morning, she seemed to be open to the idea of being fuck buddies. Your boner grew inside your pyjamas again, thinking of Sarah waking you up in the morning wearing your shirt, then lifting it up for you to see her breasts.

Was it possible that she was serious? Sarah had always been firm about not crossing boundaries between you that would make things awkward. Even if you were her best friend, there were still some lines that were drawn, like respecting each other's privacy and stuff. What had changed?

You groan with all these thoughts floating in your head just as your stomach starts to growl. You realize you've been walking for the better part of an hour at this point probably, and you're back at your favourite café that you and Sarah used to come to after highschool.

Glancing at the packet of chips in your hand, you decide fuck it, you weren't really in the mood for junk food right now anyways after that cashier girl practically begged you to fuck her for being gay. You move towards the café and enter.

Inside, the ambience hasn't changed much since the last time you were here. There used to be more cakes on display for people to buy, and you recall the shop usually being filled with young people after school. Now, it was earlier in the day, and the shop was almost entirely empty aside from an old man reading the news on his own by the front.

A female voice calls out from the back of the kitchen, "I'll be with you in a few minutes!"

While you wait, you went and sat down in a booth at the back of the café to think. Your mind flashes back to last night again. It's hard because you were so drunk and frustrated at getting turned down constantly by gay girls everywhere you turned to. Sarah's presence there and the memory of this morning was distracting you as well. Something tickles your mind though.

Right before you and Sarah had that conversation where you agreed to be fuck buddies, you went to the bathroom for a while and looked at your phone. You remember you got a weird email that you dismissed as some sort of hoax or scam mail, but now for some reason, it sticks out to you that the first couple of lines mentioned the word "lesbian."

You pull out your phone and swipe for the email app to read it again, properly this time.

Author's note: Hey! Shadow here.

So I've decided to pick up this particular thread since the original author has decided to move the story in a different direction, and I really did like the initial idea.

I've been wanting to write something to fit my kinks for a long time, so when I picked up on this thread a while back and saw how this story was mostly abandoned by the main author, I decided that I would try and dip my toes back into writing here with a pre-established universe.

You could say I would get more attention, and more feedback, if I posted something new and original which would automatically put it on the front page of the site, but ultimately I decided I want to put this here first, where the only people that would read this are those that are looking for it. Maybe in the future I'll move this to an original story.

Consider this an interest check for my work. Let me know what you think and like the story if it suits you. I have multiple chapters written up for this thread of an idea, so we'll see how this goes. See you in the next chapter!

P.S. I've decided for the sake of clarity and ease of writing, not to make use of the variable names for characters or the main character. I apologise to anyone who wished for a better self-insert experience, but hopefully my writing is of a decent enough quality that you can forgive me for it.