Twist her sexuality.

"Craig and Erica, can you give us a moment?" you say, after a few seconds of deliberation. "I think Amy just needs a little time to cool off. I'll talk to her, Craig. You always appreciate how well I've been able to talk with Amy about her personal issues."

"Yeah, definitely man." says Craig, nodded emphatically. "You've always been so good at helping her with her problems. Take all the time you need."

Craig looks at Amy with an apologetic expression. "I know you're upset Amy, but I love you, okay? I'll leave you and John to talk for a little."

"I love you too, Craig." responds Amy. "I'll just be a minute. John's always been able to help me out with my issues."

You smile inwardly. Though you and Craig had always been good friends, Craig and Amy had always kept their own issues between themselves. Apparently your statement to Craig has further reinforced Amy's own perceptions of how you fit into their relationship. Not only is she more willing to discuss her relationship issues with Craig with you, but now you appear to be the go-to person for advice.

"Why don't you and Erica wait in the car?" you suggest. "Great idea." Craig says, opening the driver's side door and getting in. You give a small smile to Erica as she gets in the car as well, a smile which she returns with a wink. You're fairly sure she'll find *something* exciting to discuss with Craig while they're alone.

You turn to Amy, who's still obviously a bit upset. "Now, Amy," you say, with a sympathetic expression on your face, "You said that you would never understand the male sex drive, or being attracted to women. But don't you remember what you confided in me the other day?"

"No, I don't," says Amy, looking at you with a puzzled expression on her face. "What did I say, exactly?"

"Well, you told me how recently, you've been questioning your sexuality. How suddenly, you've been noticing women more and more. How suddenly, where girls' bodies were only something to be envied, you've found yourself feeling a little more than just platonic admiration...it started with a few side-glances in the locker room at your gym, but slowly started to grow into something more, didn't it?"

Amy glances around quickly, making sure nobody else was around. "Not so loud!" she hisses, turning back to you. "The only reason I told you was because I trust you! It just started happening so suddenly, with no reason, just out of the blue. It's probably nothing anyway!"

"But it isn't really nothing, is it?" you say quietly, putting a concerned look on your face. "In the last week you've started to see women's bodies in a way you've never seen them before. Your coworkers, your friends...even that teenage neighbour of yours. You've been noticing how pretty they look, the curves of their breasts, the way they smell, the way they walk that makes their ass sway just so...and you try and hide it, but women have just started to fascinate you. In an undeniably sexual way."

Amy glances around again, clearly flustered. Her mind conjured up memories of how her work-buddy Carol had worn a low-cut top one day, and for some reason she couldn't stop her eyes from being drawn to them every few minutes. How her friend Annie had come over for wine and she had caught herself engrossed in how pretty her face was, when she had never been so drawn to her before. How she had caught herself staring as her teenage neighbour walked to school, and marvelled at how her youth had given her the perkiest, firmest ass she had ever seen...

You lean in conspiratorially. "Not only that, but you told me that just a few days ago, you actually got yourself off to a lesbian porn flick after your husband went to bed. I wouldn't say that that's nothing."

"Okay, okay!" Amy whispers, looking back towards the car where Craig and Erica sat talking, oblivious. She remembered the exact video, the amazing climax she felt as she watched the young blonde go down on her friend, and the shame and embarrassment she felt afterwards. "It's not just nothing. But I don't know where this all is coming from!"

"I know you're very embarrassed about it," you continue. "But lately you can't stop thinking about women in that way. You said you can't help thinking about how it would feel to kiss a woman, how it would feel to have a naked woman pressed against you, how she might smell, how she might taste...and whether or not the girls in the porn videos that you can't get enough of lately, are having as much fun as they seem to be having..."

Amy looks away. If there's a deeper shade of red that one can blush, you haven't seen it.

"So," you say, gesturing at the car. "Is it so bad that Craig can't help but stare at Erica? You're having trouble not staring yourself! You think she's unbelievably attractive. Is that accurate?" you ask, smiling as you rewrite her sexual preferences.

"Yeah," Amy finally responds, after a moment of quiet. "It's taken all my willpower just not to stare. Honestly, part of me was just mad at Craig because I was jealous." She looks at you, not quite meeting your eye. "And honestly, I was a bit jealous that she got to be Craig's slut, and not mine too. I don't know where this attraction to women came from, but...I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to act on it."

You nod thoughtfully. Well, she's certainly not angry at Craig anymore, with her newfound understanding (and sexuality). But where do you go from here? You could turn up her arousal a bit; it'd be fun to watch her squirm at the restaurant if the main thought on her mind was ripping an attractive waitress' clothes off. But, it does turn you on a bit at how embarrassed she is of her thoughts. Maybe you could put her in a few compromising positions and watch her struggle with her embarrassment and desires? Or perhaps you'd like to see Erica tease her a bit? Erica doesn't have to be just Craig's slut...