Enchanted Desires

He's a Lesbian Now-2

“A geologist. Pah. Rocks. All you do is look at rocks all day.”

But for Jia to tell him she was a lesbian was a sign of amazing trust. He had been the first one to know. Her parents had, predictably, hit the roof when she told them a few weeks later. Even now, years after her coming out, they could not stop bringing home young male executives from their jobs, certain that if they somehow found the right combination of looks and personality, Jia's lesbianism would turn itself off and they would have the perfect, obedient, heterosexual daughter they craved. Somehow it never registered with them that Jia would be far happier if they brought home female executives for her perusal.

But the flip side to that was the fact that he would never be able to be with the woman he loved more than any other person in the entire world. How many nights had they stayed up until nearly dawn, sharing everything? Watching silly, stupid, stoner movies, talking about everything from politics to religion to the plot arc of Game of Thrones? Divulging their most intimate secrets, their hopes and dreams for the future? But the one thing they could never share was the one thing he most wanted.

You have a best friend. Be happy. It's enough.

He leaned over and took her hand, squeezing it gently. “I love you, you know.”

The squeeze was returned. “I know.”

*****

Jia closed her eyes. Please tell me he's not going to hit on me. I don't need this. Not tonight.

She didn't think Brian would. After she came out to him, there had only been two clumsy, ill-thought attempts by him to lure her into bed, both brought on by alcohol.

She had cut the last attempt off so cold, he had never mentioned it again.

“Well, how do you know?” he had asked one night during their sophomore year, swaying slightly from the effects of too many mojitos at the Mexican restaurant where they had eaten dinner. “I mean, you might be bisexual. Right?”

“Really?” She raised her eyebrows mockingly. “So could you. Tell me. How do you feel about the idea of a man's c**k up your ass? Because,” she had said when he visibly flinched, “it's the same way I feel about one in my pussy.”

“You've used strap-ons,” he countered. “You've told me about it. Even when I begged you not to.”

“Right. Because that was my choice. And it was a woman doing it. With t**s and a v****a and all the rest of the things that makes women wonderful. Not some hairy, smelly, sweaty guy, pinning me to a bed like it's a f*****g wrestling match.”

His eyes glinted with a hint of humor. “I take showers now. So I'm not that smelly. And for you, Jia-pet, I'd let you be on top.”

She had laughed helplessly at the sentiment and the old nickname, and hugged him. “I love you. But no.

“Never.”

She tried to change the subject. “So. Anyone new in your love life?”

“What? In the three days since you saw me last? No. No one since Sharon dumped me.”

She let out an exasperated huff of breath. “Yeah, I talked to her a time or two after that. You know, Brian, if you would stop talking about me like I was the Second Coming and gave your poor girlfriends a chance to be comfortable and not have to feel like they're competing with me, you might have better luck.”

He shrugged, the dim lights glinting off the dark blonde hair which he never adequately cut. “Maybe. But you're my best friend, you know? When they ask about me, I can't help talking about you. I've known you since I was six. We come as a package. Buy one, get one free.”

“Uh-huh. So how's the job?” Brian had recently scored an internship at the Field Museum of Natural History.

For the first time, he became enthused. “Great. Really great. I think I'm going to be able to make a lot of good contacts there. By the time next year rolls around, I'll be able to see if I want to do post-grad study, or if I can maybe do some field work. Maybe out west in Wyoming or Montana. Or even in China. You would not believe the s**t they're finding out there, now that things have opened up a little bit.”

As he rambled on, as enthusiastic as he ever was when his beloved dinosaurs were the subject, Jia smiled and took in his body. Unlike Brian's passionate but unrequited admiration for her physique, her appreciation for Brian was more artistic in nature. He was a little more than middle height, with dark blond hair that turned golden in the right light, and clean, chiseled features. Unlike some of their classmates, he hadn't fallen prey to the 'freshman fifteen,” and his body was hard and lean.

She finished her ice cream and drained her beer, feeling uncomfortably full. But at least the distractions Brian had offered had kept her from turning into a weeping, barfing mess at some ungodly hour in the morning. And had also kept her from making yet another furious late-night call to her father, which had always ended in shouts, threats, and hurled accusations of a lack of respect for her forebears.

“Look,” Brian said, pointing to the southwest. A single point of light hung in the sky, almost caught up in the cloud-wrack drifting in from the same direction. “First star of the night. Want to make a wish?”

She squinted. “That's not a star. That's Venus. It's a planet, you doofus.”

“I know what Venus is,” he said, ignoring the lecturing tone she used when she thought he was being needlessly dim. “Come on. Make a wish.”

She closed her eyes, humoring him. She was startled by the sudden prick of tears against her closed lids. I wish I had a girlfriend who understood me the way Brian does. A best friend who I could take to bed and love all night long. And all day. Who wouldn't b***h when I had to cram for another exam. But smart and sexy and caring and loyal. And mine.

I wish, Brian was thinking at the same time, looking at the pure, clean lines of Jia's profile, that there was some way we could be together forever. Lovers. Not just friends.

Jia opened her eyes and stood, wavering a bit as the effects of three glasses of wine hit her. “I should go home.”

“Are you sure?” Brian asked. “You can sleep here. I can crash on the couch.”

She shook her head. “All right,” he said, holding the screen door open for her. “At least let me walk you back to your place. This neighborhood isn't the best.

“Besides, a couple of the guys asked me to drop by O'Hooligans and shoot some pool.” He leered at her cheerfully. “Who knows? I might meet a girl and get lucky.”

“And a unicorn might fly out of my ass tomorrow, but I'm not betting on it.” She picked up her purse. “Come on. Let's go.”

*****

It was after one in the morning before Brian got home, pleasantly buzzed after several games of pool and drinking more beer than was strictly necessary. He took a quick shower and went to bed.

Once asleep, he plunged into an amazingly erotic dream. He was standing, fully nude, in front of an incredibly beautiful woman. Her hair was an arresting shade of reddish bronze, curling past her hips, bound at her brows by a fillet carved in the likeness of twining leaves. Her waist was narrow, but her hips flared out in a wonderful display of womanhood. Her breasts were large and firm, perfectly proportioned for the rest of her body.

He found himself instantly, achingly erect, and her dark green eyes glinted in amusement. “Well, this is a wonderful tribute you bring before me,” she murmured. One hand reached down to cup his scrotum, lifting his balls as if testing them. He could feel the delicate pinprick of her nails on his sac. “But it is not me you truly desire,” she said softly. “You yearn for another. Jia.”

He nodded mutely.

“And you wish to be together with her. Tell me, mortal. What would you give for that chance?”

“Anything. Everything. I love her. I've always loved her.”

“Everything?” The voice turned low and purring. Brian shivered, catching a hint of darkness in her eyes. “A worthy sacrifice, to be sure.” She bent, kissing his n*****s, laving them with her tongue. “Tell me, mortal. Do you love women? Love their bodies, so wonderfully ripe and curved?” His skin burned where her tongue touched his flesh, but although he ached to take her into his arms, his hands remained at his sides as if enspelled. “Do you love the feel of their breasts in your hands? Do you love kissing their n*****s, the way they grow hard and high under your tongue? Do you love the feel of their buttocks, filling your palms as you caress their asses?

“Do you love the taste of their p*****s? Do you love licking them and stroking them, tasting their holy nectar under your tongue?” She knelt at his feet, her breath coming hot and fast. He shivered as he felt it on the skin of his c**k. Her hands clutched his rear. “Do you love making your beloved o****m, her muscles shuddering as she climaxes? And then doing it for her again and again, her body an altar at which you worship?”

“I do.”

“Good. You tell the truth. And so we have a bargain.” She opened her mouth, deep-throating him with effortless ease. As his c**k entered her mouth, he groaned aloud with pleasure, his hips twitching helplessly.

Brian didn't feel any pain at all as she bit off his p***s.

*****

He woke the next morning dazed and disoriented, blinking against the sand that coated his eyes.

What a weird f*****g dream. Squinting against the early-morning light, he levered himself out of bed, an overfull bladder driving him to the bathroom. Unwilling to risk a poor aim, he sat down on the toilet, sighing in relief as he urinated.

Got to cut down on the beer. Thankfully he had left the bar before a late night had turned into a full-on binge, but his head still ached unpleasantly.

He finished his business, then reached between his legs to shake off the last few drops.

His fingers found nothing.

He jerked up the hem of the t-shirt he wore to bed, his eyes rounding in horror. Two seconds later, he was in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at the impossible reflection.

“What the f**k happened to my d**k!?!”

*****

Jia was in her small apartment off campus, idly flipping the channels on her TV, when the text from Brian came up on her cell phone.

~R U Busy?~

~No~ she replied. ~What's up? : )~

~Get over here right f*****g now. Emergency!~

~What is it?~

~Too weird 2 tell u. Please come over. Now. PLEASE.~

~k. b there in a few~

She slung her purse over her shoulder and walked the short distance to Brian's apartment. It was a gorgeous May day, the sun shining brightly between a few widely-scattered cumulus clouds. This early on a Saturday morning, there weren't many people out yet, so the streets were pleasantly quiet.

She took the elevator to Brian's floor, knocked perfunctorily, then let herself in. A few steps into the room, she stopped dead, staring.

“Hello, Jia,” said the gorgeous, blond-haired woman, her face twisted in panic. “Do you know who I am?”

What the f**k?

“No. I have no idea who you are,” she snarled, stunned by the level of her jealous fury. What the hell did Brian think he was doing, parading this, this tramp in front of her, like she was a prize he wanted to show off? The girl was dressed in the gray Cubs t-shirt that Brian had been wearing the night before. On her, it reached down past her hips. Below that, she could see the plaid colors of a pair of ill-fitting men's boxers.