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Sex or Suicide

... a deep puff of smoke, inhaling deeply and blowing it out. I let out only a tiny cough and looked over at Nicole almost bashfully. She smiled politely at me, her weary green eyes twinkling in the dark. "I'm sure that last night wasn't exactly how you'd envisioned getting into my pants," Nicole chuckled. I blinked hard. "Don't get me wrong, you were amazing." Nicole studied me as she took another drag of her cigarette. "So, what's the big deal then? You got what we both knew you always wanted." "Well, yeah, and it was more than I dreamed it would be, but... Cory...." I saw a smile wanting to form on her face as I spoke. "What about him, Derrick?" She asked, flicking her ashes. "We had sex last night," I stated. "I'm not even remotely gay, or even bisexual... at least I didn't think I was... but we sucked each other's dicks last night. I... I let him fuck me for crying out loud!" "Yeah, I imagine he'll feel the same way about me in the morning," Nicole said thoughtfully. "He walked in on me one time when I was masturbating and saw me with a dildo inside of me. I thought he was gonna throw up. He'll probably feel awful now." The image of Nicole fucking herself with a dildo made my dick stir in my pants, but I chased the thoughts away. "Well... at least he's a guy that had sex with a girl, though," I argued. "I mean, I'm the one deviating here and doing something strange." "To everyone else," she contested. "But last night was strange for him just like it was strange for you. ...

... Besides, who cares if you're deviating, or whatever you call it. It was a little weird, but so what? You had fun didn't you?" I paused for a moment. "Well... I guess I did." "So why does it matter if you sl**p with a girl or a guy?" Nicole pointed out. "You have all these preconceptions about what it means to have sex with a guy, but you never stopped to wonder if you would actually like it if there was no one to tell you it was wrong." I was at a loss for words. I took a drag of my cigarette and stared of into the dark sky. "I used to date, like, sketchy guys," Nicole said. "My parents hated every single one. They didn't like them because they were trouble makers, or that they had a bad history and stuff like that. Then, the first time I brought a girl to their house and told them we were dating, they were so disgusted by me being bisexual that they practically begged me to get back with any one of those bad boys. I just quit caring. If I'm happy and I'm enjoying myself, then who gives a damn what anyone else thinks?" I was nodding my head when our eyes met. Her green eyes flashed with excitement as a smile formed on her face. "So, did you enjoy having sex with Cory?" Nicole prodded. I thought for a second before I answered her. "Yeah, I... actually did. Once I got past the weirdness of it all. Though it seems doubly weird because he's also my friend." "It's like rock-paper-scissor, huh?" She grinned. "Huh?" She took a long draw of her cigarette and flicked it off the balcony. ...