The Proposal

As I said, John had started taking me out for breakfast and lunch now,and I felt it was okay because had built up my trust and our friendship had become strong. Our conversations were always innocent, at least on the surface, however all the while looking for an opening that would entice me to sleep with him. With that said, there was one particular moment when we were out for breakfast that stands out as the turning point in our friendship, one that whenever I think about what happened, is the time that changed our simple friendship to one that was more of a relationship.

It was a day, like any other day when John and I were out for breakfast, but this time our simple conversation turned to a conversation about sex and girls. I didn’t think anything of it at the time and when John asked if I had a girl friend, I told him no. He then asked if I had ever been with a girl, and as I mentioned earlier I had been with several girls but I had not gone all the way, and not thinking I said, “Yea.”

But I think somehow, he knew I hadn’t, because he quickly said, “So you’ve had sex, huh,” and because I hadn’t had sex yet, I told him no. Our conversation paused for a second, and laughingly he asked, “Do you liked boys?” Looking at him sharply I quickly said, “No, I just hadn’t had the chance yet.”

John quickly changed the subject by asking what hair color I liked, boobs, asses, etc., and when we laughed a little, I felt our conversation had returned to one that was more easy going, but John felt he had the opening he was looking for and so he needed to find out if there was a chance to get me in bed. The conversation paused and then John said, “I know you said you only like girls, I get it, but do you ever look at a guy and think, hey he’s attractive.”

I again told him, “No, I don’t think about whether a guy is attractive or not.”

There was a lull in our conversation but then he said, “Well, I think some girls attractive but some are not so attractive,” and when I agreed, he continued by saying, “I also think there are some guys that are attractive too.”

I was stunned, but he continued by explaining, “You know, some actors and actresses are kind of good-looking,” do you know what I mean.”

I apprehensive agreed, and John chuckled saying, “See, I knew you understood that there are nice looking girls and guys, right.”

I felt that our conversation was friendly once again and when our conversation paused again, John asked if everything was ok. I simply nodded saying yea, everything was good and as he quickly tried to change the subject he told me that he really enjoyed my company and told me it was nice to be able to talk with me. Agreeing, I told him I enjoyed his company too, which I think made him realize he needed to keep his approach more subtle. The conversation was once again easy going and then he casually told he was sorry if he had embarrassed me. I nodded my head and told him it was ok. John smiled and as he said, “Good,” he quickly continued by saying that he understood that I only like girls, and as I looked up in agreement, he smiled at me.

After a brief pause, John said, “Well, I need to tell you something and since you’re such a good friend I know I can trust you.” I inquisitively looked across the table and wondered to myself, “What is he going to tell me now?”

Listening nervously, he proceeded to tell me he was bisexual. I had not heard this before and so after a short pause to see my reaction and not getting one, he asked me if I know what that was. I simply said, “No,” and as I did, John leaning forward and seemed to relish the opportunity to explain that it meant he was attracted to women but that he sometimes found men to be attractive too. I was stunned, what was he trying to tell me?

He continued by telling me that he also liked sleeping with women and sometimes he like sleeping with men too. I was speechless but continued by asking me what I thought about it. I did not know what to do or say, and as the conversation paused for a second; I told him that I was not sure. John then smiled at me and said, “I really enjoy our time together, and because you have been such a good friend, I felt it was important to tell you.” I became nervous and wondered, ”What was he saying? He reached his hand across the table and continued by said that he liked being able to spend time with me and pausing said, “I find you attractive.”

I was so nervous, and the conversation paused again for a second, but he continued by saying, “I felt I needed to tell you that because I have had thought about asking you if you’d like to come over to my apartment.” The situation was making me very uneasy and I think he knew it too. I did not know what to do; this man was my only way back to school and he must have known that the conversation troubled me, so he immediately tried to calm the situation by saying to me not to worry, that he was not going to do anything unless I felt the same way. I was relieved for a moment but still nervous and speechless, I did not know what to do or say.

We soon left the restaurant and headed back to the game room and in the car, I think he knew I was upset, but having played his hand, he needed to press the issue a little more, but needed to try to calm things down a little. John said, “Thanks for listening, that was such a load off my mind to tell you.” He continued by saying, “You’ve been such a good friend, I want to get you something for being such a good friend.” I remained quiet but as we pulled into the parking lot, he asked me to think about it and asked me to please not tell anyone about what he had told me, because people wouldn’t understand. I told him I wouldn’t tell anyone and that I would think about it; how could I not think about it, even though at the time, it wasn’t sitting well with me about having sex with another man, but I nodded my head and said, “Yes.’

A few days later, I ventured back to the game room to hang out with friends and he asked if I had thought about it. I told him, “Yes that I had thought about it.” However, at the time I was still unsure. He said, “Come on let’s go get something to eat and we can talk about it.” On the way to the restaurant, I was quiet, because I was so nervous and noticing he asked what it was thinking, I said, “Nothing,” he said, “Come on, there must be something you really want,” and when I continued to not say anything, he became hard-pressed to get an answer.

He said, “Come on, there must be something.”

At the restaurant, we did not really talk about much, but I could sense he wanted to continue to find out what it would take to get me in bed. Eventually, I told him that I would really like to have a car. Pausing and looking up, I saw he was smiling. I now realized that I had given him the opening he was looking for and he quickly asked what kind of car I would like to have. I told him I was not sure, but he needed to keep the opening going and he kept probing to get me to tell him what kind of car I was interested in having. He asked if I liked Camaros, Firebirds, Mustangs, etc. and I told him I was not sure what kind I wanted.

He did not want to lose this chance, the chance to possibly getting me to agree to have sex with him. We left the restaurant and as we were driving back to the game room, he said to let him know what kind of car I would like to have and that he would try to get it for me. As we pulled into the game room parking lot, he again told me to let him know what kind of car I want. At the time, I was only thinking about having a car and not thinking about that I was actually giving him the opportunity to have sex with me, and as it would turn out it would be more than just once. As we parked and started to get out of the car, he reminded me to let him know, and as I said I would, he immediately asked if I would be able to tell him tomorrow. I told him I would try.

For the next few days, all I thought about was what kind of car I would like to have and as I thought about all the different kinds of cars, one kept coming to mind; it was a 1956 Chevy, but I also worried about what would happen if I actually went though with it, but I knew it was leaving me open to letting John have sex with me.

I was nervous, not sureif I could do it, but later that week I went over to the game room and there he was and when he eventually came up he casually asked how I was doing and then asked if I had made a decision. I was nervous and unsure as to how to answer, and when I didn’t reply right away he said, “Come on let’s go for a drive.”

In the car, he asked again. I really wanted a car, but didn’t know what to do. Pausing for a moment, I told him what I wanted. He too paused and looking at me said, “Great,” obviously excited. I told him that I would really like to have a ’56 Chevy. He again said, “Great,” and told me that he would start looking for one, and in my excitement, I then told him that I wanted it to be a two door with a V8 and I would like it to be midnight blue. He knew he needed to keep this excitement going and smiling he told me he would get right on it.

As we returned to the game room, I was thrilled but the thrill turned to nervousness as i got out of the car and considered what I just agreed to do.