It started a while ago when I was travelling.

I realised that I had fallen for my best friend, Heather.

She had been dumped by another friend of mine who had walked out on her for someone else and he had hurt her bad, but by the time I got back home things had changed. She had come out and my hopes of romance were dashed, even though I told her my feelings but she said she was gay and there was no attraction to men for her. We still hung out but it wasn't as fun as it had been and then she stopped calling and I saw her, and she announced she was getting back together with her ex.

I took it badly and it started a row between the three of us, until the other day I confronted her, not wanting it to be over like this. We argued, and somehow it ended up with us kissing - possibly the passion of the moment - but either way we were hot for each other, and we went back to mine, as hers had her bloke at home. I ran my fingers through her hair as we began to take each others clothes off, not saying a word, not wanting to spoil the moment.

From the moment I tasted her breasts to the moment I felt her breath over my length, I knew that this was special but it meant that we would never be able to see each other again, but as we played each other long and hard it didn't matter.

When it was over, she got dressed, kissed me on my forehead and said "Goodbye" and I knew that though we'd never meet again, we'd ended on a high note and that for one time only our hearts had been as one.