After that night camping, Marc and I got along great. It was the first time that I'd ever dated a guy. We agreed our relationship would be opened, to the extent that we would both continue to date women, while at the same time, we'd be cock exclusive to each other. Marc was easy to get along with, and unlike with Carl, I was on equal terms with Marc. We both liked sucking cock. Together we figured out that Marc was more of a top, and I was more of a bottom.
The following weekend, we fooled around at his spacious condo on the lake. I wasn't ready to come out, so we were still trying to keep our relationship discreet. I just hadn't counted on running into Stephanie, an old high school girlfriend of mine, that had seemed to have fallen off of the map after high school.
It seemed that Stephanie had also experienced a sexual awakening since high school. Back then, Stephanie was an athletic, petite, red haired, Irish girl. She was never girly. So I was surprised by a knock on the Marc's condo door one night, after he had gone to town to pick up some groceries.
(knock, knock)
Me:
I'll be right there
Stephanie:
Tommy, is that really you in there?
As Stephanie spoke, I was half terrified that my secret was out. I was also half excited to see her, so I flung opened the door with my arms wide. I abandoned my fear as Stephanie crushed into me in a big kiss, and a bear hug, from a very shapely Stephanie. Gone was her athletic form, replaced by lusciously dangerous curves.
Me:
Oh my goodness, where did you come from? Steph, you're even hotter than I remember.
Stephanie:
Thank you, Tommy. I see that you've changed a bit, too, haven't you? (wink, wink)
As she seductively said those words, she drew a red manicured finger down her luscious lips. I decided to play innocent.
Me:
Yeah, I have been working out and bicycling quite a bit. I guess we've all changed some. So what have you been up to, Miss Stephanie? Do you own a condo out here?
Stephanie:
I live out here with my girlfriend, Cloe. She's an exotic dancer at the old, Bottoms Up Club. It's an alternative entertainment venue. I think you'd love it. I'm a band promoter these days, and I still paint. So, you and Marc, what, you're just friends, then?
Me:
Yeah, we ran into each other in town last week, and he invited me out to go fishing. Shouldn't I have accepted?
At this point, Stephanie was becoming visibly frustrated, and she looked like she was going to spill about Marc. I was laughing inside, but still nervous about coming out to her, but I decided to let her off the hook.
Stephanie:
Tommy, I have some news for you. Did you know that Marc was gay? You can still be friends, but you should know that he usually only brings his boyfriends out here. I do love him, but he's a very naughty boy, ha ha
Me:
Yeah, Steph, I know.
So I told Stephanie about the locker room, which led to the camping trip with Carl. I told her about my, until recently, hetero life, and how Carl's reunion visit reminded me of my experimental past. And how that led to an over night camp out at Cherry Peak, with special guest, Marc. I explained to her how Carl confessed to having seduced Marc in a soapy shower room stroker. She appeared to cling to every detail, begging me for even more information. When did I first know I also liked guys? Who came on to who, between Carl and I?
As I told her about my past, I could smell her getting wet. Stephanie's shifting body language also betrayed her.
Stephanie:
So you're gay now? I am, at least my girlfriend thinks I am. Honestly, I'm dripping wet just thinking about you sucking on Marc's throbbing snake, or any cock, for that matter. If I had known you were into guys we might have lasted a little longer back in high school.
She winked at me again
Me:
I had no idea that you liked girls, Steph. As much as I like cock, I'm not gay. I still like women, I think I'm bi. Women still turn me on. You know Marc won't be back for a few hours, you have to fill me in.
Stephanie:
Are you sure you're not gay? I better check you out to be certain.
Me:
Yes, I'm positive, I still like having sex with women
Stephanie:
Do you remember those weekend long cheerleader sleepovers, we used to have at Donna Brady's house? Well, her Mom, remember how tiny she was, and how big her boobs were?, she used to be an exotic dancer in Vegas. One night I wanted a late night snack and found her cooking in her panties and a sheer robe, in her kitchen. I just watched her dancing around. Her pretty face, her bouncing boobs, and her apple bottom had me hypnotized. I wanted to leave, but she seduced me that night without even trying. I finally walked into the kitchen and started to talk to her. After she fed me syrupy sweet pancakes and bacon, I felt her hand rest on my thigh. She softly cupped my cheek with her other hand, then confessed to me how sexy she thought I was. As she leaned in for a kiss, at first I tried to pull away. I told her: this is wrong, I've never done anything like this before". She just hushed me quiet with another strawberry sweet kiss, then she led me by my hand to her bedroom. I found out later that she had seduced the entire squad, including her own daughter, in very similar ways. After that weekend, the sleepovers involved very little sleep.
Stephanie said she continued to date men, but preferred women. She confessed that she spent the summer of our senior year seducing, then dating my then girlfriend, Tammy, behind my back. She had even made her cum mere minutes before I had picked her up for our prom date. We laughed at how fake and filled with secrets our high school friends were. Stephanie then surprised me with a deep, wet kiss.
Stephanie:
