Finding That I'm Comfortable With Both Of Them, Bisexual Is My New Me

A recent graduate moving to Houston for my first job I hooked up with a friend I knew from college. He had graduated a couple of years earlier and being alone and overwhelmed by the city I clung to him like. He told me he had moved on, had a girlfriend he had met at work. He let me tag along, I felt rejected, a third wheel. She was relegated to entertaining me while he talked with his friends. The dance music was loud and she asked me to dance with her.

When we left the club we went to her rented house in the not so nice part of town. He wanted sex and told me to get comfortable on the couch. She came out totally naked and asked me to join them, and helped me out of my clothes, kissing my breasts and getting on her knees to lick me between the legs until he grabbed her to use.

He had his turn with me later on, but left us to doing what naked girls do when they can't keep their hands to themselves. I woke up with her arm and leg over me, still naked from the night before.

He accused me of stealing his girlfriend. How was I supposed to know? I had never so much as kissed a girl, and now I had kissed her intimately and let her kiss me. In a very short time she and I were doing our thing, while he waited for us to let him in.

I never lost my appetite for sex with him, the more the better. But now I had a girl to test my inhibitions, to have a different kind of sex. Other than sex, I spent my time with her, more her girlfriend than his. Houston is an open city and a guy with two broads is nothing new, he has two arms. At night, when the lights are out he gets what he wants, but so do we.

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