I was 14 when I came out to my best friend. I really thought she was gay too. Yuk, don't touch me. But I was so in love with her that I could not stay away, I touched her, loved her, kissed her, hugged her, and got into bed with her when we had sleep overs. Yuk, why are touching me there. Because I wanted to touch her, to feel how her pussy was inside, to find her vagina and finger her. Yuk, leave my boobs alone. I touched her boobs and groped her because her boobs were the most visible expression of her as a girl and all I wanted to do was kiss them and fondle them. Yuk, don't kiss me on the mouth. I kissed her mouth because her lips tasted sweet and wet, and I wanted her to return the kiss. Yuk, don't call me your girlfriend. She was my best friend, the center of my life, a day without her was a bad day, she was my girlfriend, even if she though I wasn't her girlfriend.

Yuk, on a sleepover I managed to get her pajama bottoms off and eat her and show her how much I loved her. Yuk, don't do that again. I did it again and again and again, even if she said yuk and didn't put her mouth on me. Yuk, don't say I am your girlfriend in front of other people. I didn't say it out loud, I wrote it on my notebooks, I drew hearts with her name and mine, I gave her gifts, I made her lunch, I showed her every day that I loved her and she was my girlfriend.

Yuk, why do you have your arm over my shoulder touching my boob with your fingers. Because I managed to get my arm around your neck and you sat low and I could touch your boob.

We got into high school, she played on the softball team as a pitcher and I went to everyone of her games. I asked her not too undress in front of other girls. I bought a small heart locket and put a small piece of paper inside of it that said Laura and Jane forever in love. Wear that every day, don't take it off.

I wasn't good at sports, so her attention to me was to sit with me at lunch every day. I made our lunch, she sat beside me at lunch.

A girl on the softball team started to hit on me. She was pretty, with blonde hair and blue eyes and nice boobs and athletic and she wanted a girlfriend. Laura laid down the law, she is my girlfriend, she is off limits, keep your hands off of her, stay away from her. It was out, everyone on the team knew that Laura had a girlfriend, that weird girl who is always at practice and the games. The word got out, and everyone in school soon knew about Laura, the pitcher on the softball team, she was one of those girls, her girlfriend was that girl she eats lunch with. Did you hear? Laura is gay.

Yes Laura is gay and don't mess with her girlfriend.