Friends Like These

By Giselle Renarde

Where would Nav be without her beloved queer friends? They've been part of her life since school. Now that they're out there in the world working jobs they hate, they still make time for each other. When Nav starts dating a girl who's trans, she assumes her friends will welcome Cassandra into their group with open arms. If they don't, Nav's got some tough decisions to make. Breaking up is hard to do—especially when it's your friends you need to break up with...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Giselle Renarde
• Release date: Jun 1, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005496227

Giselle Renarde

Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women's Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

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Friends Like These

Giselle Renarde

Chapter 1

Picture the scene: all my friends were there. We'd gathered, as usual, at my buddy Remi’s place.

This was nothing to write home about. Remi's I didn’t get fired this week parties had become a fixture. For slackers like us, getting canned is a constant concern. But that’s not what this story’s about. It’s about friendship, and disillusionment, and being in love with a social misfit.

But that’s all I’ll say for the moment. I don’t want to spoil it for you.

Now that my friends and I all had real jobs, we had to make a point of seeing each other on a regular basis. That, or lose the friendships we'd maintained so easily throughout college.

It was a big deal, inviting Casper to Remi's party. We didn't usual bring people from outside our friend group unless they'd become crucial elements in our lives.

Everybody's jaws swept the parquet when they got a glimpse of Casper.

"You’re dating… a guy?" my friends all asked.

"I wouldn’t call it dating, I stammered. We’re just…"

My whole posse turned in unison to stare at poor Casper as he dripped plum sauce down the front of his shirt. In that moment, I hardly wanted to admit we were sleeping together. Why did he have to be so painfully awkward?

And they say clothes don’t make the man…

"Now I understand why it took, like, a year to introduce us to your mysterious partner, Naomi said. The teasing pitch of her voice stabbed like an icepick through my eye. We were starting to think you had an imaginary girlfriend."

I’m not sure that guy’s much better, Charvee laughed.

Not nice! I tried to be nonchalant about pressing my thumb into my eye socket to relieve the pain my ol-buddy-ol-pals had inspired.

These people were my best friends, and even they gave me constant grief. Not that I could blame them, really.

With a few healing blinks, I brought my hand away from my face only to realize all my friends were staring me down. Their vicious gazes demanded a reason—why was I dating this… guy?

So I lowered my voice and admitted, You wouldn’t know it to look at him, but Casper gives head like you wouldn't believe.

Their eyes grew wide in unison. Seriously? Him?

Now I had them by the balls.

"I know. I