A Month Later

"How were the girls?" Justin asked when Daphne came out of the bathroom, freshly showered after her dinner with two of her friends. (Breeders of course)

"Oh, Angela broke up with her boyfriend and just whined the whole time about it," Daphne said curling up next to Justin on the couch.

"And in a week she'll have a new one."

Daphne laughed. "If that," she agreed. "I swear, she goes through men almost as quick as you."

Justin poked her ribs. "Take it back," he laughed. "I don't date the men I fuck."

"Except Brian."

"Except Brian," he said with a nod.

"I can't believe you two are together yet you're still tricking."

He shrugged and put his arm around her, pulling her closer to his side. "It's not like I pick up random guys often anymore," he told her. "But sometimes I want to be up someone's ass."

"Justin!" She exclaimed in pretend horror.

"What?" He asked innocently. "Brian hasn't let me top since we got back together."

"He never let you do that much before," she reminded him.

He nodded. "That is the one reason I don't mind tricking," he said honestly. "I like to top sometimes too."

"I know," she said calmly. She loved that they have always been able to talk about everything. "So now you're tricking the other way, huh?"

He raised a brow at her in question.

"Before you said you needed to bottom and you weren't getting it enough," she reminded him. "Now you bottom for him all the time and you need to top."

"Basically," he agreed.

They were silent for sometimes, just watching the TV. Justin held his best friend to his side, her head on his shoulder, his hand idly rubbing against the soft skin of her arm.

"Hey, Justin," Daphne said some time later.

"Hmm?"

She turned enough to look him in the eye and pressed her lips to his. She moaned softly and shifted to sit in his lap.

Justin held her, kissing her, the only woman he ever thought about kissing. He had no interest in women, but this was Daphne.

"I know this straight boy, Daph," Emmitt said a few days later at breakfast.

Daphne rolled her eyes. "There are a few of them," she teased.

Emmitt laughed. "I know, but this one is hot and single."

"Really?" She asked.

He nodded. "You should really meet him," he insisted.

Daphne laughed as Justin set a fresh glass of orange juice on the table. His shift started twenty minutes ago.

"Yeah, Daph," he teased. "That way I can steal him."

She smacked his arm with a fake scowl. "What's so special about this guy?" She asked looking at Emmitt.

"He's cute," Emmitt offered,

"And?"

He shrugged. "Is there anything else?"

Daphne rolled her eyes. "No thanks, Em."

"Daph wants more than a hot body," Justin laughed as he walked past.

"It's a shame you're not a gay man," Emmitt laughed.

"I wouldn't be me if I was," she said rolling her eyes.

"Maybe," he agreed, "but it would be easier to set you up with a date."

She rolled her eyes again. "I don't need help to get a date," she told him. "I'll have you know I just went out on a date last week."

"And?" Emmitt prompted.

"He was a jerk," she admitted then smiled faintly. "I still have my friends though."

Emmitt smiled at the straight girl. She was a good friend, and she liked cock so she was more fun to talk sex with than a lesbian.