It had been raining persistently for three days, and I had no hopes that the sun might return. I didn't mind it so much- it was nice to dance in, naked- by my friend Ruth was pretty much solar-powered and was full of woe, when she arrived with her boyfriend, that the summer sun had departed so soon.
Ruth and I often had evenings in together, with our partners. We took it in turn to go to one another's houses, the hosting couple supplying a warm meal and some alcohol, the visiting couple arriving with desert and more drinks. That night Ruth and Mark visited Eddy and I.
Looking back, I don't remember who suggested it. I do remember, however, how we came to think of it, the four of us. The drink had a not insignificant role, that I suddenly decided to share with Mark and Ruth my latest secret: that I was bi-curious.
Ruth, a self-professed bisexual of long standing but little actual experience with our fair gender, giggled and clapped her hands delightedly. "Raise your left hand for tits, and your right hand for arses!" she instructed, proposing another one of our drunken polls.
My left arm seemed to raise itself as I thought of mine and Eddy's porn collection. Pert, gentle breasts; I smiled. Humongous tits, I though, were somehow ugly and daunting.
Eddy preferred arses, and so did Ruth, apparently, while Mark lifted both arms. "Greedy," Eddy accused Mark.
"Nothing wrong with a man who knows what he likes," Mark said, " and I like round buttocks and rounder tits."
Ruth giggled some more, looking at Eddy. "So you're a butt boy yourself?"
He nodded. "How could I not be? Have you seen Claire's cute, little ass?"
She looked at me for a moment. Calmly, "It is a lovely tush."
I snorted quietly. "And you have adorable breasts, my dear."
She smiled faintly. "I was serious."
