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In the last couple years, I have woken up a handful of times from a dream about having sex with another girl, feeling very confused about what this meant. It led to an internal crisis, consisting of googling "Am I a lesbian if I have sex dreams about other women?" You may be wondering why this was concerning to me. I'm currently in a five year relationship with a man (high school sweethearts that went to college together) and I fully intend on marrying this man. I am head over heels in love with him. For this reason, I was concerned about ever acknowledging my apparent subconscious sexual interest in women.*Well, after a couple years of watching girl on girl porn when I masturbated, fantasizing and getting intense pleasure out of the "naughty" feeling I got when doing so...*I finally acted on it.I became friends with Nina about six months ago. I have never had a friend that was as open, nor enthusiastic about being my friend, as her. I met her at my friends birthday party (pontooning out on the lake) in early July, and we immediately clicked. We vowed that we would actually hang out, not be those people that swear we will but never do. By the end of that day, I had an enormous friend crush on her. I had only experienced that one other time, with my friend Lizzie, which I'm still convinced it was more of a personality crush. She just had such a love for life, I admired her so much. Lizzie and I did make out a few times when we were drunk, but that wasn't anything romantic or even anything particularly sexual.*Anyway, back to Nina. By the end of that day in July, I knew she was the kind of girl I would love spending time with. I aspired to be as open as she is! She stripped completely naked in front of me - a girl she just met - when she changed out of her swimsuit into her dry clothes when we got off the boat. However, this may have had something to do with how perfect her body was and feeling confident in it. She was average height, with long highlighted-blonde hair, a tiny waist, a perfect little "bubble butt," and an impressively flat stomach with slight traces of abs poking through. Clearly, she worked out. The thing I noticed the most, however, was her perky, size D boobs. Her nipples.... the only word I have for them is perfect. They were small, like mine, which I've always found so sexy.*That day in July, I never imagined I would one day have those nipples in my mouth. Looking back, I can feel myself staring at her naked body a little too long, and I remember assuring myself afterward it was just as a means of comparison to my own body.I am very tall, with B cup breasts. Though they're average, I've grown to be confident in them. I don't work out often, but I'm naturally thin. This also means my butt is rather flat, so there have been long periods of time where I felt incredibly self-conscious and like my body was "boring."I'm a strong believer in everything happening for a reason, and I know Nina came into my life for many reasons. One of those was restoring my confidence in myself, knowing what it's like to have a Kuşadası escort strong, reciprocal friendship, and of course.... helping me accept my bicuriosity.*Over the next few months, Nina and I became incredibly close. We hung out constantly (sometimes including my boyfriend, or the friend whose birthday party we met at) and drank and partied often.I've never had a friend make me feel so confident in who I am, both mentally and physically. She told me I was beautiful constantly, and her physique inspired me to start working out. As I made progress in my fitness, she was my own personal cheerleader. She would also consistently tell me what a good person I was and how lucky she was to be my friend. Whenever I was with her, I felt like a million dollars. I was definitely the lucky one.She never told me flat out that she was bisexual, but it became apparent the closer we got. One night, after some guy she'd been sleeping wasn't responding, we each finished the jumbo sized bottles of wine to ourselves and she sobbed into my chest. She mumbled something about how life would be so much easier if I was single and she could just have sex with me instead of stupid guys.She made small comments like that periodically, almost exclusively when she was drunk. Every time, it made my vagina feel tingly, and I would pretend I didn't hear what she'd said. I didn't tell anyone, including my boyfriend, about her comments. I loved spending time with her so much, I didn't want anyone to think it was weird or odd.One night - a rare occurrence when I was the one who was uncontrollably drunk - we were on the dance floor of a club dancing provocatively with each other (not out of the norm) and I have only a faint memory of us making out. Somehow we found our way to the bathroom, stumbling the whole way, and the rest is rather blurry. There are brief glimpses of me pushing her up against the wall of a bathroom stall while kissing her in my memory. I can feel her grabbing my boobs when I try to recall the memory.The next day, we woke up in her apartment hungover as hell. In the most natural and casual tone ever, she said, "Do you remember us almost having sex in a bar bathroom last night?"My jaw literally dropped, and I sat trying to recall the memory for a moment before responding. Since making out with my friends wasn't a rare occurrence, I replied by saying, "Oh my god, I'm such a lesbian when I'm drunk."Nina shrugged and said, "It's cool man, I didn't mind it." Then proceeded to laugh. She's just so open and amazing, it's nearly impossible to be uncomfortable around her.*Over the next couple weeks, I found myself thinking back to that night and masturbating to the image of me pushing her up against that wall and kissing her. I think the feeling of being so "naughty" got me off the most.She mentioned it every time after that we hung out, in front of other guys, who would then beg us to make out (including my boyfriend). Sometimes we would, sometimes we'd tell them all to go to hell. But her constant bringing Kuşadası escort bayan it up made clear to me that she was thinking about it as much as I was.Fast forward nearly a month after the bathroom incident. I drove the 30 minutes to where she lived and spent the night at her apartment. It was a Thursday night - a seemingly casual wine