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I read somewhere that some people think that girls aren't loyal or
that they are particularly tricky and dishonest when it comes to
friendships, especially friendships with the opposite sex. I don't
know who those people were talking about but they sure as hell weren't
talking about me. A while ago, I was alone. In fact, I cannot recall a
time when I wasn't alone but recently something changed. My days of
loneliness ended. And I found something special.

My name is Alice Joseph and I've got a story to tell you. It's a
somewhat sexual one with a lot of kink. If you're vanilla, do yourself
a favor and exit. If you're open-minded, stick around. I was getting
ready to go meet my friend Ronald at his crib so we could go to this
club. I like clubbing. I love having fun, what can I say? I checked
myself out before leaving my dorm. I'm around six-one, a bit thick,
with caramel skin and long hair which I braid in cornrows. I'm half
Haitian and half Puerto Rican. Wherever I go, I seem to be the big and
tall black girl. That's okay. I am proud of myself and my origins. I
speak both Spanish and Haitian Creole and I am fond of both cultures.
I attend Emerson College in Boston and I love playing volleyball.
That's how I got myself a scholarship. Inspection over, I went out to
face the night.

I had barely opened my door when, there he was. My friend Ronald!
Ronald is very different from me. He's white, for one thing. He's also
very tall and slender, around six feet four inches, with long blond
hair and pale blue eyes. He's my buddy and you wouldn't believe it to
look at us but we're best friends. I have known Ronald since my days
in Randolph high school. He was my home boy. He had my back. The only
male I could trust. Actually, the only person I could trust, period. I
looked at him. The guy looked good, wearing a black shirt and black
velvet pants. He also wore a stylish black fedora. Yes, he looked good
but one look at his face told me that something was wrong. For
starters, Ronald's eyes were red.

I pulled him inside and asked him what was up. Ronald started sobbing
and sniffing. I hated when he did that. Even though he's a tough guy
on the court, he can be a real bird off it. We've been friends forever
and he's one of the best athletes I know. He was the MVP of the men's
basketball team back in high school and he was also captain of the
men's volleyball team. I played on the men's volleyball team because
the school didn't have a girl's team. It was cool. I got along better
with guys anyway. It was a lot of fun. That's where Ronald and I met
and bonded.

I sat him down on my couch and offered him some Pepsi. Then, I asked
him what was up. He told me. For the past eight months, Ronald had
been going out with this chick named Lydia. I didn't like Lydia one
bit, I thought she was a conniving slut but Ronald didn't listen to
me. He worshiped the ground she walked on. Basically, the story went
something like this. Lydia had found some guy with more money to spend
on her and buy her things so she had dumped Ronald, the young college
athlete for the rich stud. I saw it coming. That's what gold-diggers
did. But Ronald didn't and he was taking it hard. I sat there, holding
his hand while he spoke. I took a sniff of his breath and realized
that he had been drinking. I hated it when he did that. But I didn't
feel like giving him a sermon and he sure as hell didn't look like he
needed one. What he needed right now was a friend.

I sighed because my plans of going clubbing tonight were over. I never
went clubbing without my best friend and he was incapacitated at the
moment. He was not going anywhere. I listened to him as he went on
about Lydia and her betrayal. He was alternately sad and angry. I felt
bad for him but also kind of mad at him for not seeing through the
bitch and letting her screw him over. Lydia was not even a college
student. She was not even working. She was a stank ho who hooked up
with guys constantly and got by on her looks alone. She's a Latin
chick with an okay face, a good body, big tits and a big ass. Needless
to say, she was real popular with the guys. I hated the bitch.

I turned on the TV when Ronald finally fell asleep on my couch. They
were giving Hercules on Sci-Fi. I loved that show. Watching a hunk in
leather pants fight against demons and evil forces. Yummy! When the
commercials came on, I sighed and went to grab something to eat. I
grabbed some chips. Ronald was still sleeping next to me. I smiled
when I looked at him. He's cute. Now, wait a minute. I know what
you're thinking. I don't have a crush on him or anything. He's my best
buddy and that's all we are. Good friends. We're both college students
and longtime pals. He's a cute guy whose horniness leads him to hook
up with tramps and I am a chick who doesn't get any play because,
well, there's so many reasons.

Some people would say that my lack of a boyfriend is due to the fact
that I'm a tomboy and I hate dresses and I don't wear makeup. I don't
do these things. It's just not who I am. Know what I was wearing to
the club? A black tank top and black velvet pants. Underneath them,
I'm wearing men's boxers. Yeah, that's just who I am. Oh, and for
those of you who think that all tomboys are lesbians, I've got a
surprise for you. I don't have anything against gay people whatsoever
but I am one hundred percent heterosexual. Sorry for any doubts or
misunderstandings. Thank you very much.

I was still musing over my life when something startled me. Ronald
moved in his sleep. He was so cute, I found myself noticing again.
It's too bad that he only goes for sluts. Hey, I can't blame the guy,
right? Most of the chicks I knew fell into three categories :
gossipers, betrayers and weirdoes. Maybe that's why I don't have any
female friends anymore. I don't relate well to other women. Maybe it's
because I was the only girl in a house full of men. I have a mechanic
father and three older brothers. I'm the youngest and my mother died
when I was little. I don't remember her. Maybe that's why I am the way
I am. Guys never go for a nice girl. They only prefer bitches. That's
where all their issues come from.

I knew what was going to happen with Ronald. He had been in a
relationship with an evil bitch. He'd been hurt and he would grow more
bitter and cynical in the future. He would probably never trust
females again. He would assume that all women were like her. In fact,
he might even believe it. The same thing happens when a chick goes out
with a guy who is a bastard. She would grow more cynical and more
distrusting of men. She might even hate them. Heartbreak causes a lot
of people to develop a distrust and even hatred of the opposite sex.
Maybe it's a good thing that I haven't had any romantic relationships.

When I think of relationships, sometimes I get lonely. I walk down the
street and see a guy and a girl holding hands and smiling. Sometimes I
get envious. I wish I were that girl, I wish I had a cute and nice guy
who cared about me. Heck, sometimes I see guys holding hands with guys
and females holding hands with other females. There's a special smile
that lovebirds of any gender or sexual orientation get when they're
with their loved one. I've seen that smile on the faces of many men
and women. I dream about that smile sometimes. But it's always on the
face of others and they're never smiling at me.

I turn off the television and look at Ronald. He was lying at an odd
angle. Gently, I pulled his legs and arms so that he lay there evenly,
then I went to my room and grabbed a blanket. I draped it over him. I
gave him a quick kiss goodnight, which he didn't know since he was in
deep slumber, then I left.

I went to my bedroom and undressed. For the tenth time tonight, I
thought about how cute my best friend and fellow athlete was. There
had been times when I had wondered what it would be like to have a
relationship with him. What would it be like? I was not like any other
girl I knew. Would he be able to handle it? I didn't wear makeup. I
hated dresses. I never wore high heels since I thought they were
torture devices. Yes, I'm a weird girl. Females reading this are
probably shaking their heads. That's okay. That's just how I am.

I thought about all the times Ronald and I spent hanging out together.
We didn't always get along but I cared for him and I knew he cared for
me. He always had my back and vice versa. We could count on each other
when something was about to go down. I remember that time at a party
when some drunk female tried to hit him because he didn't want to
dance with her. Ronald looked like he didn't know what to do, then he
looked for an exit. The chick was blocking the door. Ronald's a nice
guy and would probably try to restrain the drunk bitch even though she
would be trying to claw his face. I didn't have any such restraint
when dealing with aggressive drunks. I grabbed her and shoved her into
a corner, and told her to leave him alone if she wanted to keep her
teeth. She sobered up quickly enough when she saw my fist ready to
smash her. She backed away. Yes, I had saved the day. Ronald thanked
me later.

Yes, Ronald and I did have some good times together. But we were just
friends and that's what we're going to stay. I care for him deeply and
I think he's sexy as hell. Maybe if things were different, we could
add a non-platonic dimension to our relationship. Unfortunately, I
didn't see this happening. Maybe it's better this way. Men and women
always look happy when they're dating or whatever but when the shit
hits the fan, they break up and hate each other. I've seen couples who
hated each other so much I wondered how in hell they ever got together
in the first place. Was I willing to risk my longtime friendship with
Ronald by allowing things to become non-platonic between us? I
hesitated. He was so cute and I liked him so much and yes, my heart
ached whenever he mentioned other women. Yes, I did feel some jealousy
when he was with Lydia. But I don't want our friendship to end. He's
not just the only male friend I've got. He's the only friend I've got.
I don't get along with anyone else. No one else can understand me or
accept me just as I am. I don't want to risk losing that.

I still can't help wondering what it would be like to be his girl, to
hold hands with him in public and kiss him. My mind wandered and I
found my thoughts getting increasingly erotic. What would it be like
to hold Ronald in my arms and make love with him? I imagined our
bodies entwined in love. As pleasant as these thoughts are, I have to
get away from them. Well, maybe not. I can think whatever I want. He
will never know. My hand slips under the sheets and wander between my
thighs.

I imagine Ronald walking to my bedroom door and knocking on it. I
invite him and he comes to join me in my bed. I look at him. He's my
fine and sexy man. We are lying in my bed and he pulls me closer to
him. We embrace. I kiss him and run my hands all over him. I can't get
enough of him. I must admit I've been wanting to do this for a long
time. He looks at me with desire in his eyes and clearly wants me.
Just as much as I want him. He kisses my lips, then my neck. His agile
tongue traces a path down from my neck to my chest. He suckles on my
breasts and plays with them. At the same time, I feel his hand between
my legs. His finger slides inside me, and he plays with my temple. I
feel his agile fingers inside me, toying with my pussy and triggering
intense sensations. I sigh pleasurably.

He kisses me, then his mouth goes to my belly and he makes his way
down to my pelvis. His mouth finds my pussy and he begins to eat me
out. I feel his tongue dart inside me and my eyes widen. I endure this
sweet torment for long moments until he releases me, and opens up the
gates of pleasure. I scream as intense pleasure courses through me. He
holds me and does not let go. I look up at him and sigh. He smiles. I
look at his hard member and touch it. He's long and thick. I ache to
feel him inside me. He positions me so that I am lying on my back and
readies himself to take me like this.

I look at him, nervous and excited at the same time. This is the
moment I have been waiting for. I am about to lose my virginity to
Ronald, the man I love. My best friend. The only one I've ever wanted.
He enters me in one firm thrust. I feel him inside me. So strong and
so full. He is thrusting into me now and looks at me. I smile and beg
him for more. He obliges me, thrusting hard and quick. He is full
power and full steam ahead. Plowing and drilling like a well-oiled
machine. My body shakes as it experiences these new sensations. I
surrender to it all and let go. He comes inside me.

I look at Ronald and he smiles at me. I am catching my breath, still
pleasurably rocked from the treatment he's just given me. I sigh. Wow!
I snap out of my reverie and realize that I am wet, so excited I was
by thoughts of Ronald. I taste my own cum. It's got the same taste
I've grown accustomed to. I wonder what Ronald's cum tastes like and
feel a stab of pain in my chest at the thought of never finding out. I
hope to, someday. I look at the pillow next to me, and realize that
it's empty. Of course it is. Ronald is on my couch, fast asleep. I
sigh and go to sleep.

The next morning, I am greeted by an unfamiliar scent as I exit my
bedroom. It's Ronald, in my kitchen! He is sitting at the table, and
eating breakfast. He gets up when he sees me and gestures for me to
join him. After a brief hesitation, I do. Ronald made breakfast. An
omelet, buttered bread, bananas and orange juice. I smile and take a
bite out of the bread. Ronald smiles and watches me as I eat. I look
at him. What is he thinking?

Ronald thanks me for helping him last night. I shrug. What are friends
for? I knew he'd do the same for me. Of course, I'd never fall for
someone of his ex's caliber. I eat and look at him. He has showered
and shaved. He is also wearing my Stone Cold T-shirt and blue jeans.
We're a lot alike in so many ways. He is cheerful, and talks about the
things he wants to do today. He wants to take me to the movies, his
treat. I smile at that. Hey, why not? It's always fun to spend time
with a good friend.

Later, we head outside. It's a warm day of Spring. We walk to the
movie theater. There are couples walking around. Guys with girls. Guys
with guys. Girls with girls. There are always couples walking,
wherever I go. I try not to see them since you know what effect they
have on me but it's hard not to when in public. Suddenly, Ronald puts
his arm around me. He smiles and gives me a kiss on the cheek. I
kissed him back, though on the lips. He smiles. I smiled back and put
my arm around him. I don't know what in hell that kiss was for but I
don't care. The boy I love has just kissed me and I kissed him back.
It's a nice start for any day!