Chapter 1
I was very much bored with this date, yet another one that a friend had talked me into, though admittedly I had never met the young lady in question. She seemed nice enough, granted, but I could tell that she was eager for a more serious commitment than was sensible by my thinking, plus women like that were likely prudes. I didn't have time to waste on a "nice girl," as Mom used to call them.
That was when she appeared, taking over from another girl who abruptly took the huff for whatever reason and left. She had platinum blonde hair, a very light tan, baby blue eyes, and two of the longest legs seen on womankind. She almost instantly focused on me and began to charm the pants off me. My companion for the dinner date immediately caught on, and she was not amused. The extremely tight and short miniskirt, which hid precious little of her luscious thighs and buns, basically mooned us whenever she bent over for any reason, which she came to do whenever she could.
"Must you stare at her? Really? And why does she have to keep doing that? That skirt is way too short to be decent! She has no panties on, you know? She's completely flashing us her butt! This is an outrage! I'm going to complain! It's completely obscene to bare her bottom like that, especially bending over that way! I shouldn't have to see her naked ass! It's just sick! It's wrong!" my date ranted as she caught me staring repeatedly at the waitress.
"Oh, fuck you! Seriously! You have a problem with her bending over and mooning us? Well, I don't! I love her style, her skirt, her flirting, all of it, missy, so get over it, okay? And how the fuck do you even notice that she's not wearing panties unless you were staring, too? Well, were you?" I demanded to know, throwing my date off-guard.
"Well ... I didn't mean to stare. It was just like a train-wreck, that's all. Fascinatingly wrong!" the girl blushed as she basically admitted to ogling another woman.
"Oh, no, you don't! You don't get to be all preachy and judgmental, while you're lusting after a woman that you just condemned! That's hypocrisy! So, tell the truth and shame the Devil! What's really going on here? Be upfront with me now! If you want to least have a friendship or something with me, if you want me not to think of you as complete hypocrite and prude, be honest here!" I confronted her now as she reddened in the face again.
"Alright, alright, I'm ... attracted to her! Okay? Happy? There, I admitted it! That's my secret! I find girls, pretty ones like her especially, very attractive. Look, please don't tell my friends that I'm gay, okay? I've been trying to get over it, to date men, to find Mr. Right and hope that I could 'straighten up, ' if you will. That's why I didn't want to put out until I was in a committed relationship. I figured that if I was with someone who truly cared about me, I could stop liking ladies and focus on men instead.
"Only, she ... and this is what bothers me a lot, she's not helping with it by showing off! You're not helping, either! You're just like the others ... you haven't kept me from lusting after girls. I thought that it was a problem with you, but now ... I really am gay, aren't I? I'm a lesbian?" my date choked back tears now.
"That depends. Just being attracted to women doesn't make you gay. You could be bi instead," I noted, softening as I saw the tears and heard her sob, "Look, I didn't mean to make you cry. I was just angry at your judgmental side and what I perceived as hypocrisy, that's all."
"Yeah, I know. Sorry about that. I was a real cunt about it, and I know that's a strong word coming from me. You haven't seen my best side. I'm not generally as prissy as I seem, Jason. Can we start fresh? Hi, I'm Mary and I've basically admitted that I'm confused about my sexuality. I try not to be such a prude, but I guess that I've been under a lot of pressure, and watching all of my friends get attention and lose their virginity ... well, that hasn't helped. I'm 28 years old and I'm already feeling the tick tocks of my biological clock. Yeah, I'm a virgin in my late twenties, and not entirely by choice! Do you have any idea what teasing I get as a virgin with my name?" Mary blushed a bit now as she vented at last.
"See, there, doesn't that help? You're not a prude. You're envious! That's okay to admit! So, now, let's see if we can figure out perhaps if you're really gay or bi. Clearly, you're not exactly straight and you find our waitress attractive. Maybe she can help out," I turned to the waitress, who had briefly introduced herself, though I had been distracted and had to confirm her name through her tag again, "By the way, I'm Jason Basileos, I'm Greek, and I'm bisexual myself."
"So, Sabrina, right? I know that you and I have been flirting, but evidently my date finds you attractive as well. Look, she and I are starting afresh, after the blind date that my friend Tabitha arranged didn't turn out so well. I still wonder about that one, but whatever. Anyway, what are your thoughts and first impressions of Mary. That's my date's name, in case you missed it," I asked the blonde who continued to tease me the whole time that I spoke, between playing with her hair and squirming a bit in front of me.
"Sabrina's my name, yes. You are ... Jason, right? And you are ... Mary? Anyway, I am bisexual and I do find both of you attractive, though I'm mostly drawn to Jason at the moment, due to my mood. Which, is to be frank, a 'fuck me hard from behind and take me to the moon' mood. Though, to be honest, I'm a married woman. I won't lie about that. I want you, Jason, but I must confess that if you fucked me, it would be adultery! Then again, I'd be open to a threesome, too. With Mary, if she wanted to join in and see if she likes it. Entirely optional. I'm open to a lot, but the point is that I'm horny, I'm naughty, and I'm eager to cheat on my husband. Are you game?" Sabrina bluntly propositioned both of us.
"So, this would just be cheating. Plain old infidelity. No cuckold stuff or whatever. How refreshingly simple!" I confessed, "I suppose that ethically, I should be opposed, but that really depends on which morals one values most. I won't ask what brought this about, because I gather that you'll tell me if you wish, but I'm certainly in a mood to go for it, and if Mary wants to join us, well, that's up to her. I won't force myself on anyone. Just know that I won't be able to judge you for this, since I'll be your partner in this affair. We'll already know a very intimate secret about each other, whatever one thinks of it."
"Yes, when I saw you, my first reaction was, 'yes, this is the man that I want to fuck tonight.' And no, this isn't my first time screwing around, either. I've slept with other men, and sometimes women, more than a few times since I got married to Dean. I won't try to explain or excuse myself. You can fuck me or not. But I won't try to lawyer my way into it. Fuck rules, that's all I gotta say. Damn those rules to hell! So, are you two up for it? Threesome?" Sabrina encouraged us, now openly flirting with Mary as well as me.
"So, this is all about rule-breaking? Did you ever cheat on Dean before you two got married?" I naturally inquired.
"Hell, yes! I did it with Dean's stripper the morning after his bachelor party, after paying her extra to fuck him good. I wanted to lick her pussy clean of his cum and I did. Yeah, I paid her to do him bareback, just so I could lick his cum out. By the way, no, I don't deny him sex. He gets it whenever he wants, bareback, often sloppy seconds, though he hasn't seemed to suspect. Hell, the day after he proposed and I accepted it, I slept with his best friend. His married best friend. Why? Because it's a rule not to do that, actually more than one rule, and I love breaking rules. Speaking of which, mind if I take your date to the ladies' room and eat her out? How about it, Mary?" Sabrina asked us.