Ok here's my situation, hopefully I will get some good, constructive feedback from all of you. So sorry about the length. I promise I did not start out intending to write a novel. 
I have a male friend whom I've known for about a year. We're buddies. This guy, my male roommate and myself are like the three musketeers, all but inseperable.
So on Easter weekend of this year, we all went out to a local gay bar, just to drink and play pool etc. We've been there for a while and the alcohol is flowing. For some reason I kiss my roomie, just a peck. Then I lean over and kiss my guy friend, and what I meant to be a peck turned into a lot more. (At this point let me say that I have almost all guy friends, some gay, some straight, and I have kissed most of them. Some with, others without tongue. And usually, no matter how skilled or good looking they are, I get nothing, like I might as well be doing laundry.) So in this kiss, which was very nicely done, I felt two things I never feel, and absolutely never feel together, 100% safe and 100% comfortable.
I freaked out as soon as I sobered up the next morning. I have been out of the closet for 12 years and what I knew to be true, that I only like women was suddenly turned on it's ear. So I discussed it with my support system which really consists of two guys, one said "Jump on it" and the other wisely told me that the only lables we have to conform to are the ones we attach to ourselves.
So I stewed for over a month on this single kiss. During that time my guy friend came over to crash after a late night and wound up in my room offering to be my sex slave if I wanted. I just sent his drunk butt to bed on the couch! lol
On a weekend that my roomie and his partner were out of town I asked him over, determined to find out if the feelings in that kiss were imagined or not. We hung out and played video games (we're gamers) for most of the night. Finally, shaking and generally terrified, I asked him to kiss me again. He did and it was very nice, and I got a less intense version of the safe and comfortable feelings. Afterward, I told him about the whole thing, all of my freaking out over it. We went downstairs and smoked, and talked about it. He asked me if I'd ever had sex with a guy and I told him yes, but that it had bee 12 years, and had been awkward HS sex. Then he said if you ever want to, just let me know.
I went to bed and just lay there, not able to quiet my mind enough to sleep. Thinking that he was right across the hall and that if I wanted to do something that the time was now. I somehow got up the nerve to cross the hall. Asked him if we'd still be friends if we fooled around and made him promise to talk about any wierd feelings that might come up. We had sex, he was wonderful, very careful of me, asking if I was ok etc.
At that point I thought it would be an experiment. I asked him to keep it to himself, so that we wouldn't be razzed by my roomie. He agreed.
It has since turned out to be more than a one nighter. Every time I see the man I want to jump on him. It's so wierd!
We've had the conversation about commitment and are doing the "friends with benefits" thing. I told him that I wasn't after a commitment, and was just enjoying myself. Which is true.
I do like him and there are certainly feelings involved. We're friends who have become very physically close. I've done things with him that I NEVER thought I would do. I trust him completely, which is hard for me. I tend to plaster myself against him in bed (I'm usually not a big cuddler) even though I hate being hot and the man puts off heat like a space heater on high.
So here is the whole point of the novella. The other morning, we were having sex and he grabbed my hand and laced his fingers with mine. I got an "Uh Oh!" feeling. Like maybe there is more there for him.
Or maybe I'm lying to myself, and/or just can't get by the lesbian thing long enough to admit to myself that I might be developing feelings myself.
I have a male friend whom I've known for about a year. We're buddies. This guy, my male roommate and myself are like the three musketeers, all but inseperable.
So on Easter weekend of this year, we all went out to a local gay bar, just to drink and play pool etc. We've been there for a while and the alcohol is flowing. For some reason I kiss my roomie, just a peck. Then I lean over and kiss my guy friend, and what I meant to be a peck turned into a lot more. (At this point let me say that I have almost all guy friends, some gay, some straight, and I have kissed most of them. Some with, others without tongue. And usually, no matter how skilled or good looking they are, I get nothing, like I might as well be doing laundry.) So in this kiss, which was very nicely done, I felt two things I never feel, and absolutely never feel together, 100% safe and 100% comfortable.
I freaked out as soon as I sobered up the next morning. I have been out of the closet for 12 years and what I knew to be true, that I only like women was suddenly turned on it's ear. So I discussed it with my support system which really consists of two guys, one said "Jump on it" and the other wisely told me that the only lables we have to conform to are the ones we attach to ourselves.
So I stewed for over a month on this single kiss. During that time my guy friend came over to crash after a late night and wound up in my room offering to be my sex slave if I wanted. I just sent his drunk butt to bed on the couch! lol
On a weekend that my roomie and his partner were out of town I asked him over, determined to find out if the feelings in that kiss were imagined or not. We hung out and played video games (we're gamers) for most of the night. Finally, shaking and generally terrified, I asked him to kiss me again. He did and it was very nice, and I got a less intense version of the safe and comfortable feelings. Afterward, I told him about the whole thing, all of my freaking out over it. We went downstairs and smoked, and talked about it. He asked me if I'd ever had sex with a guy and I told him yes, but that it had bee 12 years, and had been awkward HS sex. Then he said if you ever want to, just let me know.
I went to bed and just lay there, not able to quiet my mind enough to sleep. Thinking that he was right across the hall and that if I wanted to do something that the time was now. I somehow got up the nerve to cross the hall. Asked him if we'd still be friends if we fooled around and made him promise to talk about any wierd feelings that might come up. We had sex, he was wonderful, very careful of me, asking if I was ok etc.
At that point I thought it would be an experiment. I asked him to keep it to himself, so that we wouldn't be razzed by my roomie. He agreed.
It has since turned out to be more than a one nighter. Every time I see the man I want to jump on him. It's so wierd!
We've had the conversation about commitment and are doing the "friends with benefits" thing. I told him that I wasn't after a commitment, and was just enjoying myself. Which is true.
I do like him and there are certainly feelings involved. We're friends who have become very physically close. I've done things with him that I NEVER thought I would do. I trust him completely, which is hard for me. I tend to plaster myself against him in bed (I'm usually not a big cuddler) even though I hate being hot and the man puts off heat like a space heater on high.
So here is the whole point of the novella. The other morning, we were having sex and he grabbed my hand and laced his fingers with mine. I got an "Uh Oh!" feeling. Like maybe there is more there for him.
Or maybe I'm lying to myself, and/or just can't get by the lesbian thing long enough to admit to myself that I might be developing feelings myself.