"Sandy and I had been besties forever. She was the greatest gal pal a gay, nelly, theater queen, thespian such as myself could ever hope for. She lived a short walk away on the next block over. We knew where the spare keys to one another's houses were hidden, and her dad was fine with me letting myself in and coming and going as I pleased. My parents were the same way about her coming and going at our place.

We shared our secrets and cried on each other's shoulders all through middle school and high school, and although we attended different colleges in different states, we texted back and forth and spoke on the phone fairly often.

I was super excited to see Sandy in person again when I got home for summer break. I texted her. She texted back that she was downtown for shopping and lunch and would be back at the house in about two hours. I thought, well, I'll just go over, let myself in, and watch something on Netflix while I wait for her. That's how it had always been between us, how close she and I were, and how comfortable her dad was with me being around.

Things had changed, though. Her dad had remarried in a small ceremony. I knew that, but I hadn't considered all the possible implications of what it meant. Sandy had only made one brief mention of it in a text: flew 2 Vegas for wknd. Dad married Maureen who I told you abt. have a stepbro now. Tyler. seems nice.

So, yeah, I knew that Sandy had a stepmom and stepbrother now, but I was operating on autopilot, I guess, and proceeded on old assumptions that didn't necessarily fit the current situation.

I unlocked her front door, stepped into the living room, and found myself face to face with a gorgeous, naked blond angel who appeared to be about my age, nineteen or twenty. I gazed at his beautiful green eyes, plush pink lips, and lithe, slender torso. I stared at his beautiful, long, thick..."