“Welcome to my humble abode,” Naomi said, slowly opening her arms out to the ceiling of her apartment.

She invited me to her apartment for a so-called weekend getaway. It was nothing more than another date, but we were chilling where she lived. She finished working out when I met her at the front door. She wore her workout outfit which was a blue sports bra and black leggings with a white stripe around the inner thigh. Every exposed skin was drenched in sweat. Her arms, back, and shoulders were bulky but not cut. It was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen from a woman like her. And her skin-tight outfit outlining her figure added to her attraction.

“Make yourself at home. I’m gonna jump in the shower real quick,” Naomi said then told me to watch out for Dolly.

“Dolly? Who’s that?” I said. Out of nowhere a white-haired blue-eyed cat climbed up my leg and parked itself on my chest.

“Geia sou, gigantie gounine mpala mou. (Hello, my giant furball.)” She said, taking Dolly off my chest and cuddling it close to her face. “I hope you’re not allergic to cats.”

“Nope,” I said as I brushed off the fur from my chest.

“Chreiazesai peripoiese. Nai? (You need grooming. Yes?)” Whatever she was saying, it almost sounded like it was Italian.

“Great, that’s another girl who knows another language,” I said in my head then chuckled afterward.

“Brb.”

She gave me a peace sign and then closed the door to her bedroom behind her. After a few minutes passed, I snooped around to see what kind of place she lived in. The entire floor except for the two bedrooms was dark brown wood. There was a big flat screen to the left of the front door. To the right was a small yet comfortable size kitchen to move around in. Her pantry was packed with all sorts of food. Down the hallway on the left side was another bathroom and to the right was a small bedroom.

“Smaller than Kat’s,” I said softly out loud. Twice the women I met lived alone. I began to feel inspired to get a place of my own. Living with my parents wasn’t bad. I had no desire to leave them but the thought of having my own space that was bigger than my room sounded awesome.

After half an hour passed, she joined me on the couch sporting a tight red nightgown-looking dress. We kept shying away when we tried to look at one another. When she looked away, I was gazing at her cute smile and sexy dress.

“What made you want to wear that?” I said, trying my absolute hardest to not look away. She looked at me, blushed, then looked away with a shrug. I suddenly felt the urge to tell her how beautiful she felt to me, but with a spin on it. “You’re so beautiful that it is making me sweat.”

“What a dork,” she giggled with eye rolls. “I got it days before I broke up with my boyfriend.”

“Oh, shit,” I slipped up. I slapped my hand over my mouth.

“No,” she said a bajillion times then gradually took my hand off my mouth by tugging on it. “You said nothing wrong.”

“Good,” I sighed. “Were you going to show him it?”

“I was. It was meant as a last effort to keep our relationship together.” At first, I didn’t understand what she meant by that. She must’ve seen me staring out at her with a blank look on her face because she immediately gave me the reason moments later. “He liked it when I had tight things on.”

“Oh... yeah... okay,” I said stuttering like a scratched-up CD.

“I wasn’t as big as you see me now. I’d probably look less freakish in it,” she said then turned her head away to mumble what I assumed I wasn’t supposed to hear. “Screw that loser.” Her hand came up to her left brow to soothe it and a portion of her upper eye. I knew right away she was attempting to keep her emotions in check. Yosefin did that many times when she didn’t want to cry. I had to change the subject before whatever she was feeling took over.

“Your size in it doesn’t look freakish.” Her hand went away from her eye as she turned her head to directly look at me with both of them. “You look amazing in it.” My admiration didn’t stop there. I had to go into detail about every part that piqued my interest. She just sat there, taking in all my spastic compliments with a cute grin.

“Joshua,” she said then chuckled.

“Yeah?”

“Do you wanna see my other outfits,” she said emphasizing the word, other. Everything organ that had to do with being aroused started to kick on. I felt like I was about to get a show of a lifetime.

“What type of outfits?” I asked to feed my lust and curiosity. She didn’t answer straight away but held out her hand for me to grab. We held it until we entered her room. “Remember what I told you about me being somewhat narcissistic about how I look?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled as I took in all the sights of her room. Her bed was made. The corner of the room to the right of the entrance was a computer. I could tell it was a high-performance computer because of how big it was. It wasn’t flashy like Yosefin’s with all the colors.

While I was trying to figure out the specs of the PC by looking at it, Naomi put her phone in front of me to show a nude picture of herself.

“Wow,” I said out of shock. “Why are you showing me this?”

“To be honest, I don’t know,” she laughed. “Maybe I’m in a happy mood,” she said walking over to her closet. “Maybe I’m showing you what you’re getting into.”

“So... tease?”

“Uh,” she said then peeked her head out from the closet. “That sounds about right. A tease of what’s to come.”

“What’s to come?” I repeated out loud. “What do you mean?”

“The perks of having a girlfriend,” she said, coming out with another dress. She pulled me by my arm to bring me closer.

“What girlfriend?”

“Me, if that’s what you want.”

“Oh,” I said, lost for words for a short moment. The right words came soon after when I reworded her last statement. “Do you want me?” She bit her bottom lip while smiling and nodded her head quickly.

“You seem like a great guy despite your interesting past with those... women.”

“You had to go there?” I said blushing with embarrassment.

“Yeah,” she snickered, playfully pinching my cheek.

“So, is this it?”

“Almost. You got to know that side of me before you make your decision.”

The ultimatum Naomi laid out was that she indulged in a sexual fantasy of dressing up in skimpy outfits. Her last boyfriend was into that. Since he was gone and she had no one to please, she turned to the internet to gain attention to fill a void for a while. She garnered many “admires” who were batshit crazy for fit women in tight dresses and costumes. They never saw her naked. The app allowed that, but she wouldn’t dare go that far to give strangers that much satisfaction. It lasted serval months but she gave it up three months ago before talking with me. Then she deactivated her account from the app when we went on our second date.

“If you don’t want that anywhere near you, I’ll understand,” Naomi said. “I don’t have the cleanest record.” I nodded my head like I was actively listening to a deep conversation to show I was paying attention. In the back of my mind, I already made my decision. She continued pleading her case to make sure I knew what I was getting into for the possible things I would see. “I will love you unconditionally,” she said, holding her heart. “I have a fear of being unfaithful.”

“What?” I blurted without thinking.

“Listen,” she said softly. “I come a from a very traditional mindset,” she paused to emphasize the word traditional by air quoting it and saying it slower, “when it comes to love.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m... overly loyal,” she mumbled to the point it sounded like gibberish. “Which makes me emotionally vulnerable.”

The way she was explaining what she would do if we were in a relationship sounded like the virtues Yosefin told me during summer break. It was hard not to draw parallels. Naomi was essentially the type of woman I desired. On the other hand, Yosefin shared those traits even though she was more outgoing than I was. But, I had to admit, I loved their passion for me. It took Naomi a few weeks to like me. It took Yosefin months to develop feelings and she kept reminding me of the potential we could have. I felt like if I chose Naomi, I would shatter Yosefin’s heart. I had to make sure she was ready to truly let me go.

“Before I make my decision, I need to see where Yosefin’s mind is,” I said.

“That’s fine. I would rather you two be at peace whatever you decide,” Naomi said.

There was no better timing. Later that day, Yosefin asked if I could chill at her parents’ house for some time and eat out at night. Every time I rang the doorbell, she would always answer. She’d usually smile but this time it was a somber, “Hey.”

“You good?” I said. She shook her head, no. “Are you sad?” She looked away to her right and smirked with her arms crossed.

“Yeah,” she answered without a smirk. “Could you... lay with me and listen to me rant?”

“Of course.”

I followed her to her room and waited on the bed. She quietly closed the door with the knob already turned. The lock popped when she turned to its normal position. She walked up to me with her head down and sat on my lap facing me. I didn’t feel the need to remind her that we were supposed to be lying on the bed. Holding her close in my lap felt better because of the full-body snuggle and that my face was in her boobs. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I could feel her nipples and piercings.

“What’s up?” I said, looking to my right so she could hear me.

“Tons.”

“Let me hear them.”

“Uh... lay down first.”

I laid on my back without hesitation nor asking why she wouldn’t straight up tell me. Her left knee swooped over my stomach so she could get on my left side. She plopped on the bed with her back to me. I pulled her to me since she adored that feeling of being taken into safe hands and the feeling of my body touching her backside.

“Will you kiss me if I asked?” She said. Again, I did what she asked without questioning why. She was stalling but I didn’t care. The kiss went to the smoothest part of her knave. I had to part her minty-scented hair to reach it. “God,” she sighed. “I really needed that,” she said, pitching her voice.

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“What’s going on?”

“I may have overreacted with Kat.” The confession made me chuckle. “Oh, shut up. I still hate her with all my soul.” She suddenly turned to me with her face about a hand distance from my face. “I’m not sorry how I acted.”

“Really?”

“Just towards you,” she said, poking my nose with her index finger. “Not. To. Her.” I couldn’t believe she was keeping somewhat of the same childish grudge.

“You’re something else,” I said out of disappointment which made me smile.

“Did I mention I got issues?” She giggled. “Seriously, don’t get super angry at me if I’m acting like an insufferable bitch, Joshy.”

“Do you want me to smile through my anger and annoyance?”

“Please do. I love the way you smile at me.” She tried to entice a smile out of me by tickling my Adam’s Apple with her fingernails. “Come on. Let me see it.” Eventually, I did. It was extremely hard to fight against being touched by soft fingers. “You’re so cute,” she whispered then inched closer to my face. Her cinnamon breath entered my nose. My nostrils flooded open the more she spoke gently. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot and it’s making me sad.”

“Why?” I said, matching her voice. “Are they bad thoughts?”

“Very bad,” she said playfully like she was somewhat moaning with a smile. I asked her to say what they are and to be honest about them. “Naomi seems to like you.”

“She does.”

“Isn’t that a bit quick?”

“Yes,” I said after slowly nodding. “I had the same thought when I compared us and...her.” I continued and said, “You were my closest friend before you got feelings for me.”

“It took you weeks with Naomi. Like a month with Kat! What are you after that I couldn’t give you?” Before I could attempt to give her the answer we both knew, she said, “Oh,” in a fake voice. “They’re girls.”

“Why are you acting like this? You know why.”

“I know.” She closed her eyes and said, “Joshua isn’t into dudes yet he kissed, cuddled, and snuggled with one.”

“That’s different,” I said, getting defensive.

She kept going for a few more seconds reminding me of what I did despite knowing full well what she was. There was no way I could defend myself from the truth. All I could do was listen to the list of truthful charges against me. Once she stopped, she asked me a blunt question that caught me off guard.

“If I was a girl, would you want me after everything we did?” She said. When I failed to answer her right away she asked again but laid on her elbow to tower over me. “Would you want me? It’s a simple question, dude.”

“Yosefin...”

“Please, just give me an answer.” The best I could think of was to ignore it and change the subject.

“Naomi wants to know if you’ll be fine with us being together.”

“Don’t ignore me.”

“Will you be all right if we were dating?”

“No!” She jumped up to a sitting position and said, “I won’t be all right!” Her voice cracked halfway through her statement. “I won’t be,” she wept with no control. “You’re making me feel like I’m worthless because of what I am!”

“You know that’s not true,” I said, hugging her. I laid with her again but I had to rub her back and whisper in her ear reasons why she wasn’t worthless to calm her down. “We talked about this. You know how I feel. You saw... how I felt.”

“I... did...” she said without crying.

“Yosefin, look at me.”

She tried to clear her eyes with her forearm but used her blankets to wipe them dry. Her eyes were bloodshot. Some of her eyelashes were sticking together from the amount of tears she poured. It sadden me I saw her act that way knowing the main reason why we’re dating other people. I knew if I went with Naomi, Yosefin wouldn’t be able to stand me in love with someone when she kept believing she could be everything I desired.

“You are not worthless because I don’t look at you a certain way,” I said. “We tried.”

“Yeah,” she wept before glancing away to compose herself.

“You’re my best and closest friend,” I said, getting a bit teary-eyed. “But, you got to stop acting like this.”

“I need help.” She said. The tears began to flow again.

“What can I do?” I wiped my thumbs under her eyes to clean the trails of tears off her cheeks. She grabbed my hands and sat up to sit close to me.

“Remember what we did in the hotel?”

“Mhmm,” I hummed with a smile.

“Can we do that again for good time’s sake?” She asked with her head down. “Before you no longer look at me that way. I want to feel those emotions again.”

I couldn’t say no. After the emotional ride, we went through, it seemed right to end off a high note of euphoria. Just like what we did during our spring trip, she passionately made out with me while being shirtless and wearing black underwear. I played with her boobs using my hands like I did before, but I was more horny than before. The pants I wore were giving me an uncomfortable painful erection. My pants didn’t have room like my shorts did. I had to take them off which caused an awkward moment between us. For the first time, she was shocked to see how hard my dick could get. It was covered by my underwear. She wouldn’t stop looking at it. When I hid it using my pants, she told me to keep it visible.

“Why?” I said. My body felt so light from how horny I was getting.

“I,” she said with a voice crack. “Damn... That’s bigger than the dildo I have,” she said, pointing her finger an inch from my crotch.

“Seriously?” I said like I hadn’t already seen it, covering my smile with my forearm. She sat over my stomach inches from the tip of my crotch. Her eyes were locked looking at it. “Stop looking and let’s continue.”

“S..sorry.”

We continued kissing. I kept messing around with her boobs. Our constant movements and adjustments kept making my crotch bump into her ass. Her soft puffy ass was enough to cushion every impact and tease me.

“Josh,” she chuckled while kissing me.

“Hmm?” I said unable to speak. My mind kept focusing on the bumps.

“Um,” she chuckled some more. “Look.” She sat with her back to me to show a wet spot on the back of her underwear.

“Fuck!” I said, shouting. “I’m so sorry!”

“Calm down,” she said after sitting on her knees to my left side.

“I didn’t mean to do that!”

“It’s fine,” she said after shushing me. “It happens to me too, just a lot more than normal.”

“Huh?”

“Uh,” she chuckled nervously for a quick moment. “Yup,” she said popping the last letter.

“But I didn’t... Really?”

“It sometimes looks like I pissed myself.” That analogy made me shake my head in disgust at how vivid that description was.

“How?”

“It happens when I’m going to,” she said normally before quietly muffling the last word. I squinted my eyes immediately. She said something but kept muffling it every time I asked her to say it. “It’s a part of my mutations. I’m super sensitive... down there... and... in other places...”

“And those places are?”

“Stop acting dumb! You should know!” At the time, I only knew of one place she loved being grabbed and played with.

“Your boobs and nipples, right?”

“Whatever,” she said to move on. “I could get into details, but...I wouldn’t want you to hear that weird stuff about me.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t think you’re ready to hear that truly weird side of me.” After a year of being friends, I thought she would be more open about a lot of things. When it came to sexuality, she chose men because of her altered appearance. But when it came to talking about her body and sex, she refrained from discussing it. Sometimes I felt like a broken record saying the five well-known Ws. But I had to totally grasp the information.

“I feel like I’m ready,” I said.

“No. Guys don’t don’t feel what I feel.”

“What about girls?”

“No... Maybe... I don’t freaking know. I’m different as you can see.” She shut down any more attempts to expound on that side of her. “Let’s talk about the mess you left on me.”

“I’m sorry. What I did was gross.” I pointed at the wet spot on her butt. “I’m super embarrassed.” All she did was smile and shake her head. “You don’t think so?”

“You’re a guy. That’s normal for that... uh... the goop to come out.” I cringed yet found it funny she would use that word to describe it. “It happens when you’re constantly aroused.”

“I know that,” I playfully shouted from blushing at the truth.

“I get it too.”

“Well, yeah,” I said, thinking that was an obvious statement she didn’t need to say. “We’re the... same.” She pressed her lips in as if I said something innocent. “We’re not?”

“I don’t know what you would call me,” she said slowly yet softly. “Maybe somewhere down the line, we can talk about the weird shit I have. I don’t want to sicken you with my anatomy.”

“I’m okay with having that conversation down the line.”

“Thanks. Like I said, I’m weird. This wasn’t supposed to happen to me.”

We said nothing until I had curious questions forming in my head. I knew she was different from me. There were certain things she had that I didn’t have like boobs and those so-called phantom cramps she got every month. I never saw her naked. She always showed me everything from above the waist and viewable areas of her ass. Sometimes, I felt like she was lying about everything. There were moments I said to myself that she had to be a girl this entire time and she was just messing with me. But I always kept dismissing that idea for the benefit of the doubt. The only evidence I had was the time she got hit in the crotch with a soccer ball. And since we ended off talking about her, I felt the need to ask the most important question that could answer all burning questions till the end of time.

“Yosefin,” I said as I got myself mentally ready for the question.

“Mhmm?” I reformed my question into a statement last minute to make it not seem I wasn’t confident in what I sought. I didn’t want my voice to sound weak or pause mid-sentence.

“I want to see you naked.” Before I saw her mouth open, I said, “I have conflicting thoughts.”

“I knew this moment would come.”

“You did?”

“Yes,” she said with a reassuring smile. “I’ve been patiently waiting after I stopped you from taking off my underwear,” she said and looped her thumbs under her underwear around her hips. “Since we’re seeing other people, might as well show you the friend you can’t keep your hands off of.”

The sassiness made me roll my eyes and bite the inner part of my lip to not smile. She made a simple task turn into a tease when she slipped off her underwear with her back facing me. She leaned on her right side, took it off her legs, and tossed it on her desk. There was nothing in arms reach she could use to cover up. She turned around halfway to look at me with her legs going in the opposite direction.

My heart was beating against my chest. This was the moment she was waiting for and the resolution I wanted to be answered. The second I saw her legs open, her mother knocked on the door and asked why we weren’t out of the room.

“Shit!” Yosefin whispered between her teeth, pointing at the clock. “Josh, we’re running late.” It was 8:30 PM. We were supposed to be heading out for dinner with her entire family at 8:00 PM. We rushed to put on clothes. She quickly threw on a black shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts while I was struggling to put my pants on. “Go to the bathroom,” she continued whispering as she waved to me by walking up to the door. Once I got in the bathroom, I heard the lock pop out the door knob. “Sorry, momma. We were lost on the computer.”

“Are you two ready?” Her mother said.

“Yeah. Josh is... taking a shit. He’ll be out in a minute.”

“Really?” I said in my head. Yosefin came to the bathroom while I was finding a less painful spot to put my crotch in. I froze like a deer in the headlights. She looked at me like I was doing something weird. Her brows came down then she raised her right one.

“Is it still hard?” She asked calmly, looking down at it. “I can tell them to wait.” Despite it being a bit hard, I didn’t want us to wait.

The trip to the restaurant was extremely awkward. Yosefin’s parents were talking about what happened in politics while Yosefin and I sat in silence in the back of her dad’s truck. I looked out my window, blindly looking at the buildings. I did that for a while until a notification on my phone went off. It was Yosefin texting me. She had a special ringtone that I used to distinguish from the regular sounds.

Yosefin’s message read, “You’re were so close, LOL. Maybe next time.” She was texting out another sentence with a silly little grin on her face. Another message came after she slipped her phone between her legs. “Or maybe after dinner.” Her behavior reminded me of guys sending a risky text message to their crush. She could have talked to me out loud discreetly. We were half an arm’s length away, plus her parents were talking nonstop.

“I dunno,” I said after I got her attention.

I wasn’t feeling that excited to get another chance. My main goal was to see if she would be okay seeing me dating Naomi. One simple visit led to us doing what we did on our trip out of town and the potential to see her naked for the first time.

Yoeefin took my decisiveness as an opportunity to re-entice me. She gently held my fingers for a short time before carefully clawing my forearm. It felt good the longer she continued. She texted me again while she kept touching me.

“I’m not wearing anything underneath. Whoops! I forgot!” She texted.

“No you didn’t,” I said almost laughing.

“Okay, I lied,” she whispered. “So?”

She didn’t have to explain that she was waiting for a better answer than I don’t know. I shook my head, no, and said that she should show me another time. The left side of her cheek went into her mouth when she popped her mouth like she was sucking on something. She gave me all the expressions of dissatisfaction. Rolling eyes, crossing arms, and avoiding eye contact. They all stopped once we ate and didn’t come back for the rest of the night.

Yosefin and I stayed outside while her parents went into the house. I was done for the day. All of my outgoing gas was running on empty. I wanted to go home and relax in my chair while watching random videos online before bed. But, Yosefin wasn’t done with me. Her clinginess prevented me from leaving on good terms.

“Stay a bit longer, Joshy,” she playfully whined with her head tucked into my chest.

“I wanna go home,” I said, thinking of a lie to make her let me go. “I’m really tired.”

“It’s,” she stopped to look at her phone that was on the driveway. “It’s 10:23 PM. How are you tired, dude?”

“I just am.”

“Thirty minutes,” she said three times after I said, no, three times. “Are you leaving because of what we did?”

“In a way. I wanted to make sure you were ready for me to date.”

“Oh,” she said, looking off into the street. “I see what you’re saying.”

“Do you?”

“You can’t invest in liking someone if you’re holding on to the former,” she said as if she was quoting someone. It was the perfect representation of what we did and how I felt for her. “You can go home,” she said, resting her shoulder on the house with her arms crossed. “I won’t stop you.” Her sudden acceptance after trying to keep me was worrisome. They gave me no definite side on where she stood until she doubled down on her position. “Go live your life, Josh. I’ll try my best to act cool around it.”

“Yosefin...”

“Can I get a hug before you go?”

“Of course.” I came to her. She held me tight like a vice grip.

“I hope she’s everything you want.” That was strange and scary for her to say. After she told me I should be the one dating her, this was a one-eighty. “I hope she’s everything I couldn’t offer.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and another tight hug before walking towards the front door. “Text me when you get home and sweet dreams.”

“I will. Goodnight... Yosefin.”