Ok, so this is probably going to be a little lengthy... Sorry, Here's my story. Starting at the beginning... I met this girl a few years ago. She's unlike any female I've ever met before. She's extrememly outgoing, passionate, and doesn't censor herself (which can be bruetly honest, but always seems pure of heart). When I met her I was in no possition to be anything more than a flirtatious friend. She was in a relationship and I was far to insecure or strong to stand up to her in a relationship. So we've been friends for the past couple years. Since meeting her she's dumped her original boyfriend, been single & done the lesbian thing. She just recently (within the last few months) gotten out of a relationship with her girlfriend. She's had a few flings since then which brings us up to about a week ago for her back story. I have been attracted to her from day one and believe her to be absolutely beautiful in most everything she does. That being said, I just recently (within the last couple months) gave up any hope of us being more than friends. Being content with having a life long friend. Things were as good as ever until about a week ago. So what happened a week ago? Well we went out to one of my friends houses for a party, got sloshed, she got frisky first... not that I wasn't quick to follow, and we ended up leaving the party do to the lack of privacy. This is the first time we've ever really crossed into that relm. Now to the juicey part! I know you've been waiting... So we get back to my place (both much more sober at this point and know there was no drunk driving) and end up spending the next couple hours fucking like animals. She's very assertive in what she want's and not shy at all, which I find amazing. She also was able to handle my size (8x7) suprisingly well, and seems to really get off on the pain/pleasure of it. Actually asking me to "force it in" at one point. In summery the best sex I've ever had. Now here's where things get a little tricky. She reveals to me that she hasn't been with a guy in 2 years. This little tid bit is what will haunt me later. Any way we sleep nude and wake up happy in the morning, she has to be at work by noon and debates about calling in to stay. All in all everything ends on a positive up beat note. So now that my world has been flipped and the impossible turned out possible. I'm struggling to find my foot hold on sanity. All of these feelings that I've had for the last few years come flooding in all at once and they're driving me out of my mind. I realize that the only person who can answer any of my questions is her, but I can't seem to find a way to not look needy, and ask her. I don't want to make it out to be more than it was, a drunken incounter... but the fact that she could have had a drunken fling with any guy (she could easily do it) but chose me, after two years, is what boggles my mind. So now a week later. I've seen her a few times and all seems as it was before, well with her, me I feel like I'm just acting the part and I am beginning to think that she's noticing somethings up. It seems so strange to me to share a secret like this with such a good friend... I know, do to long past discussions, that this isn't unnormal for her. And that she will connect with close friends in this way. So now I find my self alone, falling for a friend, that may or may not feel the same way, all over a couple of dominating games of beer pong. I don't know if I'm venting or asking for guidence but any feed back would be much apprieciated. PS. sorry for any scattered sentences, it's been a challange to put this into words.