Jenna & Stephen Part 1

Jenna and I have been friends for nearly 15 years. We dated ever so briefly about 12 years ago, but nothing more than kissing and heavy petting occurred before she decided it wasn't going to work out. At the time I was heart-broken, but looking back now, I realize she was correct that we weren't right for one another. Our friendship remained alive however, and it was probably stronger now than ever before.

We now shared a bond that neither of us had ever wanted: as divorced parents. My marriage went off the rails a little over a year ago, hers about five months ago. Since her wedded "bliss" came to a screeching halt, she and I had grown even closer, as I have been there to support her and walk her through the early stages of life as a divorcee.

On a muggy Saturday afternoon in June, we were at her place by her backyard pool, enjoying a drink or two... which soon became six or seven. This had us a bit loopy and lacking our normal inhibitions. As a result, our discussion became far more probing and flirty than our usual normal chit chat.

"Okay, I have a question," she declared. "What is the kinkiest thing you've ever done," she asked me.

I laughed a nervous laugh. "I've done a few things, but if I told you then I'd have to kill you."

She pushed further, but I just couldn't bring myself to tell her.

"If you won't tell me, I can only presume it involves another man," she said. "You had a homosexual encounter, that's nothing to be ashamed of."

"No. That's not it," I tried to assure her. "I promise you, I have never been with a guy."

She wasn't convinced and continued to suggest that it was in fact a homosexual experience, otherwise what could I possibly have done that I would be so secretive about. In my drunken state, I caved in to her interrogation and decided to come clean so as to convince her my secret had nothing to do with another man.

"Fine, I will tell you but I trust that it will stay between us, and I hope you don't think any differently of me," I said. She nodded in agreement and held her hand to heart as if she were taking an oath of secrecy. "I have had anal sex," I confessed.