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A young journalist finding her feet makes it in New York.
I quickly stripped my clothes off and loosely wrapped the robe around my naked body.
Brad was sitting on the couch holding his drink in one hand when I walked back into the living room. I sat down next to him and grabbed my drink from the coffee table. "This robe is comfortable." I said to break the silence.
"I know. They feel so nice against your body, don't they?" Brad chuckled.
"So where's the party at?" I asked.
Brad sighed and looked down. "Okay, there's no party."
"I know." I sat my drink down on the table and noticed a pack of cigarettes and lighter sitting there. "You smoke?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'll have one every so often." Brad said.
"Mind if I bum one?" I really wasn't a smoker but I did like to smoke one every once in a while.
"Yeah man." Brad grabbed the pack and pinched two out of the pack. He passed me one and held the lighter up to light my cigarette. I inhaled the silky white smoke into my lungs and slowly exhaled it.
"So, stop me if I'm out of place." I said nervously. "There's a rumor going around..."
"I know." Brad said stopping my sentence. He looked down and then sheepishly looked me, his cute face twisted in a confused state. "That's kind of why I invited you up here." He said.
"So is it true?" I asked bluntly, turning my body towards him, letting the robe hang off my body a little bit to reveal myself.
I noticed Brad glancing up and down my body. "Yeah." He said. "Tommy, our QB stopped over at my place to drop something off when he walked in on me, you know." Brad sighed. "Next thing I know I walk into school and everyone is looking at me differently."
I didn't know what to say. "That's harsh." I finally said.
"So you're gay then?" I asked.
"I'm not sure." Brad said. "I like women but I find men to be more attractive."
"Have you ever kissed a guy before?" I asked.
"No." Brad said.
I put my drink down and leaned in closer to Brad. Our eyes met, locking into each other's lust and excitement. I could tell Brad was nervous so I slowly crept in until our lips met in a soft kiss. I backed away and looked at Brad, his eyes still closed. "I've never felt this way before." Brad said.
I leaned in again, this time our lips locked in a passionate kiss. I snuck my hand into Brad's robe, caressing his chest and drifting down his side. Brad suddenly broke the kiss and backed away. "I don't know." He blurted out.
"I'm sorry Brad." I said thinking that I crossed the line.
"No." Brad looked at me. "You're a great guy. It's just, I don't know about being gay."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I'm the captain of the football team." Brad said throwing his hands up in the air. "There's a lot of peer pressure on me. I don't know if I can be gay."
I rested my hand on Brad's exposed knee and started moving up his thigh. "Brad." I said looking into his eyes. "You can be who you want to be. If you think your gay, then accept it, no matter what anyone else says."
"I don't think I can do it." Brad said, resting his face in his hands.
"You know what happened when I came out?" I said getting up from the couch and walking over to the bar. "I was nervous just like you. I really wanted to keep it a secret but I knew the secret was going to come out sooner or later. So I decided to come out to everyone I knew, telling them that I was gay."
"What happened then?" Brad asked accepting the drink I handed him.
I sat back down on the couch and took a sip from my drink. "I lost a lot of friends." I said thinking of the bridges that were burnt because of my coming out. "But I gained a lot more." I set my drink down on the table. "When you come out, it's like you know who your real friends are. If someone you know can't deal with you being gay to the point where they never talk to you again, well, they really aren't a friend then."
Brad looked at me, his beautiful blue eyes glistening. "You're right." He said. He laughed and looked at me. "You're a great guy." He said and finally leaned in and kissed me.