For the most part, Song was an open book. She let me know exactly how she felt, even at times when it was not easy to hear. However, there was one aspect of her life she kept from me at the beginning of our relationship. This is the story of how the secret was revealed.
During the first two months of our relationship, Song and I saw each other three or four times a week. These dates started with me picking her up at her apartment. Usually, she was so horny our clothes would start getting off the moment we closed my apartment's door behind us. It was mainly her, craving for sex, but I wanted it too. We usually came fast, together, with powerful orgasms.
Then we would put on the minimum amount of clothes necessary, and go fix ourselves something to eat. None of us was a great cook, but we were a good team in the kitchen. Song liked strong tastes, and combinations of them. I liked watching her trying out new things. I liked watching her eyes open when encountering a new spice. It was almost like watching her having a small orgasm.
After a small dinner we would sit down in the living room and watch one episode of some series on Netflix.
During the first few weeks, she would go back to her apartment on nights that preceded a morning shift. She told me she didn't want to wake me up at 5 AM. But later, she started sleeping at my apartment every night, apart for the nights she spent at the hospital.
The nights that she spent at my place were the happiest ones for me. Having the sex-craving out of the way, we were much more at ease when we went to bed. We took it slowly. As with our cooking, we liked to experiment. Each night, either Song or I would come up with an idea of what to do, and we'd do it. We had our boundaries, which we've established ahead of time: No intentional inflicting of pain, no strangling, and no anal sex. Anything else was game. We experimented with eye covers, a little hand-tying, and some role playing. Sometimes Song was a lady I had to serve, and sometimes I was a principal in an all-girl Catholic school, who had to discipline Song — a noddy student. Some of these ideas were successful, and some were not. It was OK to experiment. It was OK to get it wrong. I loved it so much about Song.
One day, about two months after Song and I have met, Song called me early in the afternoon and asked me if I could pick her up. When I came over, she was waiting for me on the curb with two large suitcases.
"Hi Song, what's with the suitcases?" I asked her, as I helped her get them into the car.
"This is all my stuff," she said. "Will it be OK if I parked it in your place for a few days, until I find a new apartment?"
"A new apartment? What happened to this one?" I wondered.
"That's a long story. I'll tell you when we get to your place."
"You can organize your things in my closet and stay at my place for as long as you need to," I said. "No strings attached."
She kissed me softly, and we drove in silence the short trip to my apartment.
I helped her with the suitcases, and got both of them in. As we closed the door behind us, Song started to undress, but I stopped her:
"You owe me a long story, remember?"
"I do, and I will tell you everything, but can we fuck first?"
I wanted her, but I was too distracted not knowing what happened, so I said:
"I'm not sure I can do it right now. I'm too curious..."
She picked up her t-shirt, that was already on the floor and put it back on. Then we sat down on the sofa, and she told me that one thing about her, which I didn't know.
"Owen," she said, "there is one thing about me that I haven't shared with you."
"You know you can tell me everything.," I assured her.
"I'm bi"
"You're what?"
"I'm bi — bisexual. I like both boys and girls."
"Oh," I said, beginning to understand what was going on. "And Jessica?"
"I believe Jessica is completely gay, but she doesn't admit it. She tells herself, and probably the world, she is straight, or at the very least, bi. But she's not. She's gay, and I broke her heart."
Hearing that, I felt my heart ache. Not because I just learned Song was romantically involved with someone else while being with me, but because of the pain she felt, the pain that was reflected by her last words.
"I'm so sorry," I hugged her. "What happened?"
"It's a really long story. Where should I begin?"
"Start from the beginning," I told her. "We have all the time in the world."
She started telling me about how she met Jessica.
"Jessica and I started off as roommates. About a year ago I broke up with some jerk I had dated, and needed a place to stay. She posted an ad at the hospital, so I contacted her. She was very nice, and I liked it that she and I both work shifts and at the same hospital."
"Is she a doctor too?"
"A nurse. Anyways, I took the room, and started living there. At first, it was like any other roommate situation I had before. Between my shifts and hers, we haven't seen each other much. When we saw each other, we were usually busy, each with her own stuff. However, as time went by, something started to change."
"What changed?"
"She started being less strict about what she was wearing around me."
"What do you mean?" I had an idea, but I wanted details.
"For example, even before that, she never wore a bra around the house, but she was wearing these huge shirts on top, so nothing was revealed. But after this change, she started wearing these thin, tight, white undershirts, that revealed the shape of her breasts to the tiniest details."
I was aroused just thinking about it. Although, I wasn't very proud of it. She went on.
"Or, when she took a shower, she wasn't very keen about closing the door."
"How did it make you feel?" I wondered.
"Aroused," she said, looking right at me, checking my reaction.
"You were drawn to her?" I tried to make sure I understood.
"Well, if your female roommate would wear such undershirts at home, so thin and tight that not only the exact shape of her nipples was visible, but also her areolas; and not close the door as she was showering, allowing you to catch glimpses of her boobs and her bush, would you not get aroused?" she asked me, caressing my crotch through my pants.
"I would... but I'm a man..."
"And I'm bi, so I get aroused by these things too."
There was a moment of silence. I caressed her hand with mine, looking into her deep-blue eyes, which looked somewhat sad.
