I don't know if he and I love each other. Maybe he was just looking for someone who was publicly gay to hang out with. Maybe we're really in love.

I know he feels ridiculous with his girlfriend. I know he prefers to stay home alone, call me, and I'm always there to find him and please him. Whenever we're alone, we first play around, little kisses, some touches, I even give him a few slaps on the butt, and then we enjoy each other the only way we know how. I have to admit, I would never imagine doing this, much less with a guy, knowing that I've had so many girlfriends in the past.

I know every part of his body, my hands have touched him from head to toe, and only my fingers have been the ones to take him to the stars. He's more feminine, and he has a spectacular body. He's so sexy. Maybe he's not in love, but I am. I love his playful and flirtatious way of being, the way he seduces me so easily. I love hearing his soft and certainly soothing voice when we're laying in his bed, him in my arms.

"So, you say you're home alone... Your girlfriend's out again?" I mumbled as I talked to him on the phone. We saw each other almost every day. I didn't know if his girlfriend was an idiot, or if she already knew about us but didn't intervene. I didn't care. "Do you want to see each other today too?"