Turn the dial on Amy's sexuality...but keep her in denial

“We’re good on the table, Craig. How about we go to the one back there?” you gesture to a table that looked somewhat secluded. You didn’t want any random passerby looking in the windows and causing trouble for you, after all.

Craig and Erica start for the table, but Amy pulls you aside for a second, with a frustrated look on her face. You glance to Craig and Erica. “Go ahead you two, we’ll be along.”

You admire the happy couple you created as they head towards the table, practically attached at the hip. Craig certainly doesn't seem to spare a second thought in his mind about Amy. Instead of her husband, it's Erica who looks back over her shoulder as she walks away, probably hoping to catch Amy watching her bare ass. However, Amy seems too upset to notice.

“John, why didn’t you have sex with me back there in the car?” she asks plaintively, obviously distressed. “I just don't understand. Didn’t you want to? Did I do something wrong? Am I...n-not attractive enough for you?” Amy's eyes begin to water slightly. Whoops. You'd probably react the same way if your longtime crush turned you down. Especially with how comfortable you've told her to be around you.

“Don’t cry, Amy.” you say quickly to avoid a scene. Her tears immediately subside, and she quickly wipes her eyes. You’re suddenly struck by an idea, and come to a decision. You decide you like watching the formerly straight wife struggling with her new desires. Why not turn go all the way?

“It’s not that I’m not attracted to you…I was worried that you might not be attracted to me.” you say, with an air of concern.

“Whatever gave you that idea?!” Amy exclaims in surprise.

“Well…I saw how you were looking at Erica. You barely paid any attention to Craig, and you’ve always been all over him since you met.”

“So?” Amy crosses her arms indignantly.

“Well, I could tell he didn’t arouse you at all. His cock, his face, his body. It didn’t do anything for you.”

“Uh...you're…right. Usually I love the way he looks during sex.” Amy shakes her head, as if to clear it. “I guess I was just too focused on Erica.”

“Well, I was thinking…what if it wasn’t just Craig, but men who didn’t turn you on at all? That’s why I wasn’t sure you actually wanted to fuck me.” You shrug apologetically.

“What?! No! You’ve known me for years, John, and you know I’m straight.” Amy looks away, embarrassed. “Well…despite what’s been going on for the last week. But feelings like that don’t just come out of nowhere! It’s not…nothing, but I’m sure it’ll pass eventually.”

“I think things have changed, even though you don't want to believe it right now." you say in a low voice, leaning in close. "Men don’t turn you on anymore. Women do."

"No, I-" splutters Amy.

You cut across her confused denials, and draw closer to Amy, looking her straight in her eyes. "You're not straight. Not even bi. You want women. Attractive women. You're attracted to their faces. Their smell. Their curves. Their pussies." You think for a moment, before you decide to go a step further. "In fact, Amy, you aren't just not attracted to men anymore. Besides me, that is." you add hurriedly, still wanting to be a target of her affections. "Although you still get aroused at the thought of mine, all other cocks turn you off. All other men turn you off. It's a bit of a disgusting thought to you, isn't it? Putting your hand on a man's penis, or putting him in your mouth. Or God forbid, your pussy. Doing anything sexual with a man, besides me, just feels a little...wrong."

You pause and chuckle, seeing the look of bewilderment on Amy's face, and you cut in before she can respond. "I can tell you're still in denial." you continue. "But the more you explore your new sexuality, the more you’ll realise that what I've said is the truth." After all, where was the fun in her immediately accepting your changes as fact? Though she was your friend, you can't help but be turned on. Maybe it's because you known her for so long that it's so exciting, seeing Amy struggle against her new desires.

Amy shakes her head. “I still like men. And yes, still especially you.” says Amy defiantly, her face reddening. “C'mon John. Just because I told you I've thought about...t-things with girls..."

You simply smile in response, seeing your statements have their intended effect. Perhaps it was time to rejoin Erica and Craig? Or maybe have some fun in the restaurant, just you and Amy?