She's His Best Friend's Girl

My name is Margie Rabinowitz. Years ago, when I turned twenty-one, I decided to go out with my friends to finally drink legally and get seriously hammered. My boyfriend’s name was Marvin. He was okay, I guess. We’d been an item since high school. We had sex once and a while. “Having sex’ is an accurate description. ‘Making love’ doesn’t apply. At least not for me. Marvin was much more into it than I was.

Marvin had no idea that I was bi-sexual. Neither did anybody else. I made sure of it. I never did anything, even in jest, to suggest that I could play for the other team. Never. I desperately wanted to fit in.

Pete is Marvin’s best friend. No, Pete and I have never had a fling. I never had any desire to. I doubt Pete did either, with a girlfriend like Sharon. Sharon was a different story. I’d been madly in love with her since we met in eleventh grade when we were both sixteen. The four of us did everything together. Sometimes, it was difficult to hide my feelings.

Like when Pete and Sharon came over to swim in our pool. My parents were very strict, so Pete and Sharon had to change in different rooms. Sharon wound up in my room. It was the first time I had ever seen her completely naked. She made no effort to hide it. My God, she was beautiful! Was it my imagination, or was she trying to turn me on? She giggled as she spun around to give me a full three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view of her nakedness. Needless to say, that didn’t help the situation. She brought a string bikini and asked me to help tie the back of the top part. I was barely able to keep my hands from fondling her gorgeous breasts.

I survived the swimming episode with my secret intact. Eventually, Pete asked Sharon to marry him. She said yes. I was devastated. I started to wonder if Sharon knew the depth of my love for her would it have made a difference? I agonized for days over whether to reveal the truth to her but decided against it. What if her reaction was shock and disgust? What if she never wanted to see me again? No, it was better to keep our relationship as it was. There would always be other swimming dates to look forward to.

That all changed when Sharon asked me to be her Maid of Honor. Of course, I agreed. Marvin would be Pete’s best man. One night, we all stayed out late to celebrate at our favorite watering hole. We celebrated a little too much. We all had a pretty good buzz on, so Sharon invited us to stay at her house, the closest to the bar. Her parents were on vacation, so there was plenty of room. We Ubered over there. We decided that if Pete and Sharon slept together so close to the wedding, it would be bad luck, so we split up. Marvin and Pete would bunk in the guest room, and Sharon and I would take Sharon's room. She had a queen-size bed.

Sharon and I both stripped down to our underwear and got under the covers without incident. I had decided to be on my best behavior, but I found her scent intoxicating, being this close to her. The alcohol wasn’t helping. We were facing each other, our noses only an inch or two apart. Sharon wanted to talk.

“Has Marvin popped the question yet?”

“Yes.”

“What did you say?”

“I said no.”

Sharon looked surprised. "Mind if I ask why?"

“I have secret feelings for somebody else.”

“Who?”

“If I tell you, it wouldn’t be a secret, would it?”

We giggled, and then Sharon said, "Is it somebody I know?"

“I plead the Fifth. Let’s talk about something else.”

“Okay. Can I ask you a personal question?

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“On what the question is.”

“Have you ever slept in the same bed with a girl before?”

That made me pause for a moment. I was an only child. "No," I answered. How about you?"

"Never. This is the first time. I guess we're both virgins." We giggled again, but the giggles were a little nervous this time.

“My turn. Ever kiss a girl before?” I asked.

“No,” Sharon replied.

“Ever think about it?”

Sharon hesitated, “Yes.”

“Want to try it?”

Sharon hesitated again, then “Okay.”

I leaned in and kissed Sharon tenderly on the lips. I held the kiss for a few seconds. I wanted her to know it was more than a friendly kiss. Much more.

“Wow,” Sharon whispered, her eyes still closed.

“Ditto,” I whispered back. I stroked Sharon’s cheek with my fingertips, then slid my hand under the covers to stroke her thigh. I kissed her again. No pretense this time. I held the kiss for a good ten seconds.

“Are you turned on?” I asked.

“Maybe a little.” Her voice quivered as she softly spoke.

I kissed her again, this time sliding my tongue into her mouth. She welcomed it. "Maybe we could help each other out," I suggested.

I moved my hand and fondled her nether region. When she didn’t resist, I moved her hand under the covers to fondle mine. She did. Our kisses became longer. Intensity and passion escalated quickly. We removed each other’s bra and panties and did naked trysts with each other until dawn when, after multiple orgasms, we collapsed, exhausted.

When we awoke, we both pretended nothing had happened. As Sharon and I got dressed, we shared a smile, a wink, and ultimately a kiss.

The wedding went off as planned. Sharon and I kept our secret, vowing to take it to our graves. The desire to fit in trumped everything else. I eventually married Marvin, mainly because of his friendship with Pete and, thus, the proximity to Sharon.

Sharon and I carried on our secret affair for years until she tragically passed away at age forty-six from Ovarian Cancer. Marvin and Pete never knew about our relationship or even suspected that something like it was happening.

I still miss Sharon every day.