Tyler and I had been living together for three months and were both experiencing an evolution of sorts. Prior to meeting, the only gay sex I had experienced was with some casual experimentation in college and with Bob, an older guy I had casually met and at the club where Tyler and I met. While Tyler had been far more active, he had not been involved in an actual relationship, focusing purely on sexual engagements. While both of us continued to enjoy an open relationship and routinely spent time at the club letting our inner sluts out, our shared connection was leading to both emotional and behavioral changes.
Until we had met, both of us had been exclusively bottoms, but together, we discovered the pleasure of being fully versatile and fucked each other every day. That said, we were also becoming more feminine in our mannerisms and preferences. We slept together every night and kissing and cuddling were now routine and enhanced by a growing emotional bond. Tyler had also discovered the joy of being smooth all over and we now kept our bodies total bare, including legs and underarms.
While we still maintained a very reserved public persona, in private, our mannerisms and physical movements had become distinctly more feminine. Added to this, I had developed a strong preference for dressing more feminine, now exclusively wearing women's panties, thongs, and lingerie, and even experimenting in our apartment with makeup and women's clothes, including a growing collection of women's heels.
We had also started discussing a move to somewhere more aligned with our lifestyle and preference. Key West was on our shortlist, but we knew any move would be at least six months away when our current lease expired. That plan though was about to get a major adjustment.
I only worked a half day on Friday's and it was just after 12:30 when I got back to our apartment complex. I always took a shortcut through the central courtyard and pool area to our unit, when I noticed a very attractive girl about my age sunbathing in a very skimpy string bikini. She looked familiar and it suddenly hit me. This girl had been the roommate of the girl I had gone home with that night at the Crazy Eight when I was drunk off my ass.
That night seemed like forever ago, but I still remembered the next morning, when I was still in bed with Rhonda and her roommate came into the room and bounced on the bed, wanting to join us for a threesome, causing Rhonda to yell at her until she left. 'Beer goggles' had been in full effect the night before, so I had zero interest in doing anything else with Rhonda, but her roommate was a different story. I clearly remembered how hot she was...and seeing her sunbathing by the pool confirmed that fact.
She recognized me too and leaned up on her elbow, "Hey, don't we know each other?"
"Ummn...sorta. A little over six months ago, I...ahhh...ended up spending the night at your place with Rhonda."
"That's right! I probably still owe you an apology. I was horny as shit and when I saw that Rhonda actually had a guy in her bed, I decided to see if I could have some fun too. That was probably seriously rude of me. I'm sorry. Rhonda was seriously pissed and is convinced I scared you away."
"Trust me...you definitely didn't scare me away. You actually made me very tempted to stay, but...I never should have allowed myself to be there in the first place. I had...well...I had had way too much to drink that night and wasn't thinking straight."
"Maybe...but at least you were thinking straight enough not to fuck her. She had been trying to get a guy to knock her up for over a year...wanted to get married and figured that was the best way. You were smart to steer clear of all that...a lot smarter than the local hick a few months later who did knock her up."
"Seriously?"
"Yah. And then he felt like he needed to do his "manly" duty and proposed to her. It was all seriously fucked up and I couldn't wait to get out of there. I only knew her from work and initially thought that she'd be a good roommate...she seemed like she wouldn't have any issue with me bringing guys home whenever, or girls for that matter. But she would get super jealous. It just became totally fucking stupid."
"So you moved out and into this place?"
"Yah. Just finished moving in a few days ago. The first day I had free to enjoy the pool. I'm Teri by the way. So...you live here too?"
"Hi Teri, I'm Brandon. Yah, I have a place on the second floor with a roommate."
"Ohhh. Girlfriend?"
"No...just another guy," I tried to say as casually as I could.
"That's cool...wish I had a roommate. Would definitely save on the rent, but it's worth it having my own space and being able to do what I want. Hey, it would be really cool to begin meeting some people here. If you all don't have any plans tonight, wanna come over? I got a new grill and we could break it in with some burgers."
It was so odd...I hadn't looked twice at a girl in three months, but for whatever reason, there was something about Teri that had caught my interest. There was like some kind of draw I felt, almost like we were magnets attracting each other. "We don't have any plans, so yes. What time and what can we bring?"
"How about 6?"
"Perfect."
"And you all wanna bring some beer over? I'll take care of the food."
"Sounds good. Any preference?"
"I'm pretty easy going...as long as it has alcohol in it, but Corona with some limes to add is my fav."
"Mine too. What apartment number?"
"112."
"Ok then. We'll see you at 6 pm, apartment 112...and we'll bring the beer."
As I walked to my apartment, I couldn't understand why I was excited, and why I thought Tyler would be too. She was a girl, but for some weird reason, she felt like a kindred spirit. Maybe I was just making it all up.
Tyler could tell I was excited about meeting Teri and actually seemed excited to meet her too. He could tell I was a little nervous about telling him and reminded me that jealousy had zero to do with our relationship. He also reminded me that girls always have girlfriends and I seemed to be leaning that direction these days so it made sense. He added he still got turned on watching all girl porn too, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with fucking around with girls. Damn he was cool.
I ran out to the store and grabbed a couple of 12-packs of Corona and three limes, and we headed over right at six. Both Tyler and I dressed casually in cutoffs, t-shirts, and sandals. These cutoffs weren't nearly as short as the ones I would wear to the club, but still very short by today's standards, exposing just the bottom end of the inner front pockets.
We knocked and a few seconds later, Teri answered the door. She had clearly gotten the message and dressed nearly identical to Tyler and me, except her shorts were far shorter, barely covering her ass and instead of a t-shirt, she wore a white cotton, sleeveless button-down that was tied at the bottom, exposing her lower belly. She had also left four buttons at the top undone and clearly wasn't wearing a bra, exposing a fair amount of cleavage. As we walked in, Tyler turned to me and mouthed, "wow."
We did introductions and I opened a beer for everyone while Tyler helped Teri get the charcoal lit. Her apartment was very similar to the one I had initially lived in, with one bedroom, a living room with attached dining area, kitchen and a single, full bath. The furniture wasn't new, but was in good shape and everything was neat and tidy.
By the time we had the burgers ready, we were all on our third beer and laughing and exchanging stories like old friends. Teri had to give Tyler her impression of the morning with Rhonda while I listened in mock horror. It was clear she was very comfortable with herself and her body since she left nothing out, including how she had pulled off her sleep shirt in hopes of enticing me for a threesome.
Tyler played the innocent, "So...if there had been a threesome, would it have just been you two on Brandon, or a full threesome?"
"So, the short answer is that there was zero chance of having a threesome. Rhonda was way too insecure to have ever let me play with one of her dates. But to answer the question you were really asking, neither of us had any issue with girl-on-girl play. She and I played around sometimes and while she considered it experimenting, I have no issue openly admitting to being bi.
Just like there are guys I'm turned on by and ones I wouldn't fuck in a million years, the same goes for girls. Rhonda wasn't attractive at all, but she did have a nice body, which got me most of the way there, so to speak. The thing is, I'm in it for the pleasure, so girls can be just as fun as guys, but Rhonda was in it to find a husband, so unless she was really horny, girls didn't do anything for her."
"That makes sense. Thanks for being so open," Tyler said.
"It's a lot easier to be open and honest, and you both seem pretty open minded, unlike most of the people in this hick town."
"We'll take that as a compliment," I said.
"Besides, unless I'm totally wrong, you two are actually more than simple roommates," Teri said in a very matter of fact way.
"Excuse me," I said.
"Come on...I spent two years in college thinking I might be lesbian and had several close guy friends who were closeted. They did a good job of being discrete for the most part, but you could tell if you knew what to look for, especially guys that were dating each other and it's pretty obvious with you both."
"Like what," I asked?
"Just occasional mannerisms you both let happen now and then and the way you look at each other. And you both shave your legs. If I had to guess, I'd say you're both bi, even if you think you're gay. And you've been undressing me with your eyes all evening," she said looking at me.
