Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:When I was in grad school in London and my bf from school and I were sleeping in her flat in her queen sized bed. It was the wee hours of the morning, as I remember. We had had some drinks earlier but weren't "drunk". I felt my bf's hand gently circling and stroking my nipple for about 5 minutes. I continued to pretend to be asleep. She stopped and then appeared to masturbate next to me for several minutes. She climaxxed and went to sleep. We never spoke of it. I was scheduled to move to my own flat the next day. When we were back in America she was distant and weird and seemed to look for a reason to end the friendship. We had been really close friends since 10th grade and all through her time at a small women's college in VA college. The friendship ended bitterly after 12 years. (I was unable to attend her wedding, she couldn't let it go). She went on to be a member of the joint chiefs of staff for a Republican president. Only she would recognize herself in this story because I have never personally told a living soul these details.
It doesn't matter who she is married to --she is gay. This was her way of trying to change your relationship to a sexual one. There was nothing you could have done to save the friendship. Funnily enough, your secret is my fantasy. I was approached several times by women I did not know and rejected them. But in this scenario I surely would have taken the plunge.