When my friends found out I’m a lesbian!

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When my friends found out I’m a lesbian!Wow, I can’t believe it took me so long to start my second story. But oh well, better late than never.So, it was some weeks ago that I figured I’m a lesbian, but I was still inside the closet, it was a discovery I was still accepting, so I didn’t talked about it to anyone. I had a small group (3) of friends, only girls because I was pretty awkward, but even more with boys. We were pretty close, but I didn’t told them because I was kinda afraid our friendship would change. Let me talk a bit about them.We all 4 played a lot of online games together, and there we picked some western name cause foreigners have less problems remembering them, and I’ll call them by those names in my stories. These are my s*s:Natasha: she’s the fashion girl, always looks so pretty, is the master of make-up and has the cutest clothes (aside of me ofc), she loves high knees and mini-skirts. Blonde (inked) hair and charming smile.Karen: She is the most active of the team, does a lot of workout and has a really healthy life. She always wears booty shorts or yoga pants with tank tops, has short and really stylish hair. Strongest legs ever.Mary: ardahan escort She’s the most chill person I’ve ever meet, she just doesn’t give a fuck about most problems and lives super relaxed. She has a loooong black hair, the softest one I have touched. She’s always wearing jeans; or mega-tight or mega-loose, there’s no middle point. So, it was winter break and we made plans for a horror movies night. My parents left the house for some days, so it was at my home. We made a lot of food and american snacks, and they brought a lot of alcohol. I don’t drink, i don’t like the flavor and it’s funnier to see my friends acting dumb when I’m sober. So, Natasha was just in her underwear (a thong) and a long shirt that covered up to her knees, and even for a pajama party she was wearing makeup. Karen was in tank top and booty shorts, with his trademark ponytail. Mary forgot to bring her nightwear, so she was in her skinny low-rise jeans (and your guess about what happens is totally right). I was in my Stitch’s onesies, I know, totally c***dish, but I love it and it’s super-comfy. We left some food being cooked why we artvin escort played a bit; the drinks started to roll already even before the food. We did some karaoke rounds, my house is kinda big so we could make a lot of noise without worries. Later, we played some games in the Wii, and here is where the thing gets interesting. You see, when I said Mary was in her low rise jeans, I meant really low, butt barely covered. So, when she started to bend-down and move fast in the games, they started to ride lower and lower, and I could not help but stare. Her pants were already showing ? of her cheeks, and since she was so happy and already kinda drunk, she didn’t even noticed (or cared about). I bite my lips and stold in the sofa behind my friends, saying I was a bit tired and just wanted to see. Ofc, eventually they pulled me in and I had to play a bit.I feel asleep at some point, I think I ate too much because I didn’t even noticed when. She already put the movies on (they know my house already) and I was sleeping on the floor. And then I saw it. Mary’s pants has ridded SO low that her whole butt was almost on display, and escort bayan since it’s pretty round and the jeans so tight, they were pulling her cheeks up and so it was looking even rounder and bigger. That was the moment I found out I love butt-cracks. And here starts the most embarrassing part. Out of the blue, Karen said “Why don’t you take a picture? I’ll last longer”.I turned back to them and both were laughing, and I could tell my face was plain red. “I didn’t knew Janne had a crush on on Mary!” Joked Karen, and I got even more embarrassed so I just replied with came out in my mind.“I’m not! She just was a nice butt”.And of course, they laughed even harder. And even when it was pretty embarrassing, I was kinda happy, because that meant that they didn’t really mind about my sexuality. We talked a bit the next day, while everyone was having a hangover aside of me, and I explained that even when they’re all so pretty, I might check their bodies but I don’t see them like anything but friends. They got flattered and understood me. It was… really refreshing. I think it was one of my best days, not because the butt-crack (even when that was a big plus), but because I was feeling a lot better being just… myself. And now I had the support of my friends! Of course, they play a lot of jokes about me checking butt-cracks, but that’s what friends do. They even tried to hook me up with someone… but that’s for my next story :3

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