“You never knew the whole story, how we got together, did you?"

I shrugged. "You and Cherys? I just thought you were ALWAYS together. I mean, you became best friends in first grade."

“I mean ‘together’, together.”

“Well, you guys came out, what... my Sophomore year? Your Junior year?

So it had to be before that. I dunno. How long were you hiding it?”

“We weren't hiding anything." Danielle let out a heavy sigh and leaned against the backrest, pulling her Legs up beneath her. She didn't even look at me, instead staring straight ahead, her eyes glassing over as her gaze drifted somewhere intangible.

“You can't ever tell this to anyone other than Amber. EVER."

I didn't even answer, she just kept going.

“We weren't hiding anything. Growing up, we were both as straight as you are. We talked about boys and we played around with makeup hoping to get the cute ones to notice us. Cherys got her boobs pretty early, and she was soaking up all the male attention."

Danielle shuddered just then, hard enough to make me start and reach my arms across the couch to grab her, lest she fall over. But she got a hold of herself and stared straight ahead. "Then Uncle Verne happened."

“Who?" I couldn't help but asking.

Danielle turned to me, blinking away the tears that started to tumble out. "Cherys' Uncle Verne. You probably don't remember him since we only saw him at Cherys and Ellie's house. He never came over to our place."

My jaw dropped and my throat went dry as my worst expectations began to fill in the gaps.

“He was so handsome. He was this sophisticated, older man. He drove a shiny silver Mercedes and he took us on rides to go to the mall.

Cherys' parents never guessed a thing." She shuddered again, and this time I wrapped my arms around her and she sagged into my grasp. I pivoted and ended up sitting sideways on the couch, Danielle between my legs as I fully enveloped her body with all four limbs.

I let Danielle sob into my shoulder for a bit, and after a few minutes of stroking her back and whispering nothing, she calmed and continued her story.

“We were young, we were hot, and we'd never even gotten past first base. Plenty of guys at school wanted to, but Cherys had really high standards. She knew exactly how pretty she was. She didn't want her first anything unless the guy was something special. She went on a couple of dates -- kid stuff, nothing Like when you took her out -- and she was strict as hell. None of them cut it. And if Cherys didn't approve of a boy I went out with, well, they weren't good enough for me, either."

I wanted to comment, but bit my tongue and let her let things out.

“But Uncle Verne was a gentleman. Charming, mature, complimenting us without being obvious about it. Cherys would never have done anything since he was her uncle, but I was crushing HARD."

Danielle sighed again and looked up to the ceiling before Leaning into my shoulder again.

“I guess I'm lucky that he didn't really want me. He could have taken my virginity and I wouldn't have protested... but he wanted Cherys.”

Then Danielle started crying again. I tried to soothe her but she just kept talking.

“One night, he took us for a drive and neither of us even noticed we weren't on our way to the mall. The next thing you know, we're on a dark road and pulled over in front of the river. ‘Let's enjoy the moonlight’ he said, and we all crawled into the backseat with him in the middle. After a few minutes of talking he starts telling us how pretty we are. And then his left hand is on my tit and I'm not complaining. His Lips are on my ear and I'm hotter than hell.”

Despite the clearly traumatic nature of the event, Danielle was getting visibly aroused thinking about it. Her nipples were hard and she started rubbing her thighs together.

“He was so handsome and he smelled so good. When he started kissing my neck I knew I was a goner. I didn't even hesitate when he asked me to take my blouse off."