"I heard about Olivia. I'm sorry." Thanks." Turning to her, I asked, "How much do you know?" Most of it, I guess." She shook her bangs out of her face.... "I would have never pegged Olivia as bi." More lesbian than bi, I would think, after she and Anya got together." That line of thought triggered a memory, and I continued hesitantly, "Um, speaking of which, have you-" No, I'm still not telling people." Oh." You'd think that after six years, I'd be sufficiently comfortable with my sexual. I was surprised that I reacted when I saw Donna. From my bedroom I would watch Donna in the backyard sunbathing every summer. I would often run to the window when I heard her voice through the walls. She would politely wave if she saw me and we would chit-chat at neighborhood functions but I never knew how to spark her. I was blessed to not feel shame about my bisexuality, partly because I was dad’s bitch, but also because I still acted like a normal kid. I just had little experience with women. I wandered onto a website that offered amazing stories, great friends and the chance to put your own fantasies into words. This website really changed a lot about me and my sexuality. “Lush Stories,” I thought to myself. I explored every aspect of the site and immediately decided I had to have an account. I had always been a modest person; never revealing too much skin and never openly talking about sex. I created my profile and even added some naughty pictures of myself. I felt so good showing. I wondered what was going on; was she getting fucked by Eddy's father or did she have a lover on the side who was inside there "doing her" when no one else was at home?? I was only hearing one voice and I didn't hear any distinctive wet sexy sounds that you'd normally find if a man and woman were engaging in a fuck, so I decided to investigate matters further. I quietly popped the door open and peeked inside.What I found when I looked over where the poolside chairs normally sat was Eddy's mom.