I basically grew up with Jane. She was at our house every week. Everyday, during the summer. She was my sister’s best friend growing up. I’ve known her since I was born, with her and my sister having met at kindergarten and them being 3-4 years older than me.
She moved away to New York for college. Of course with her being just like another sibling to me growing up, we stayed in touch via social media. Instagram, Facebook, even occasionally on Twitter.
During my sophomore year, I came home for Thanksgiving. Jane had just turned 23 and to the best of my knowledge, she still lived in New York. So I was surprised when my sister said that Jane was spending Thanksgiving with us.
Now this is where it gets interesting.
My sister’s boyfriend was coming for Thanksgiving too. Our parents were very liberal and had no qualms letting my sister and her boyfriend stay in the same room. Jane was staying with us for a week, and I had a pretty big bed. So naturally, Mom decided that Jane and I would be roommates during this holiday break.
I said that I was Facebook friends with Jane and we were mutuals on Instagram. Despite having grown up with each other, we weren’t necessarily close. She was my sister’s best friend and I believe that throughout the years, both her and my sister saw me as that annoying little girl who tried to copy them and follow them. Pesky little sister. But when I went downstairs to say hi, something had changed.
It felt like I was being introduced to a stranger. A very hot stranger. Jane was sexy. She had a Kristen Stewart vibe going on, only with non-greasy hair. She was wearing ripped boyfriend jeans, a deep black V-neck that showed off her amazing boobs, and Vans. It was an outfit that screamed gay. The first thing I thought upon seeing her was, “I have got to fuck this girl.”
“Hey Han,” she greeted me, arms out for a hug. “Heard I’m bunking with you this week.”
She smelled amazing. Fuck. I blushed immediately. “Hi, long time.” I said, trying to sound casual. “Let me help you with your stuff.” I quickly grabbed a bag and basically sprinted upstairs to my bedroom.
“Dude, you’re so fast.” I heard Jane say behind me, entering the room after a couple of minutes. “You still run?” she asked.
I was a runner in high school. “Not competitively now,” I replied.
“Too bad,” she said. “I liked watching you run.”
I can feel myself blushing as I turned around. I forgot she watched my track meets. My sister, Jane and I went to the same high school, and one of my parents’ rules was that anytime someone in the family had sports or an event, a family member had to be present to show support. And since Jane was always with my sister, she was always there, too. “I thought you’d be annoyed that my sister had to always watch.”
“Are you kidding me?” Jane laughed as she sat on my bed. “I had to drag your sister to go. I thought it was adorable, you running around winning medals, showing off your sexy tanned legs.”
“Did you just call me sexy?” I flirted. Let’s try this thing.
Jane raised an eyebrow. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Hot girl who’s sharing my bed for a week thinks I’m sexy? Oh yeah.” I flirted hard. I had no idea if something will come from this, but I’d really like to try.
“Don’t you have a boyfriend or something?” Jane asked. Oh she’s not biting yet, I thought. Let me dangle the bait.
“No boyfriend.” I grinned. “No girlfriend, either.”
Now Jane raised both eyebrows. “My gaydar completely missed you!” she exclaimed. Then she very obviously checked me out. She laughed. “A bisexual bob, a French tuck and Birkenstocks. Could you be anymore obvious?”
I reached over to slap her arm. “Hey!” I laughed.
She immediately took my hand. “Well, I’m glad to know. I feel like it’ll be a very interesting couple of days. Don’t you think?” She asked, voice getting husky.
“Oh fuck, yeah!” I said, moving my face closer to her. “I think this could be very interesting.” Those were my last words before our lips touched.