I, of course, kept my bisexuality a secret for obvious reasons, but never joined in with the slurs that abounded regarding gay men. All gossip and der...ision I heard, I simply answered with a; ‘who cares,’ shrug.Over the following few years, as I matured, I began to develop a fixation on having a bisexual threesome with a woman and another guy. In my mind, that had to be the hottest experience of them all. Sadly, this seemed to be the elusive holy grail in my life, and no situation like that had. ” I tried to pull away slowly and quietly, but a few of them looked in my direction.“He isn’t my boyfriend. He’s just a friend of Brandon’s. Brandon couldn’t make it, so that guy picked me up.”“Let me guess, you met Brandon on the internet? Un-fucking-believable. Hard to believe anybody still falls for that shit. You actually still believe he’s real?”“Fuck you.” She did have the grace to look a little sheepish.“My, my, my. Would you look at her, using bad words like she’s all growed-up. You. I was wearing a tight tank top and short shorts that showed every curve. As usual the top was low cut. Enough to show a substantial amount of cleavage and the shorts did not fully cover the bottom of my ass. I knew the guys were looking at me, and if you know me from any of my other stories, I love to put on a show. I would return with the latest order walking with a little more shake and bounce than usual. I had, had more then a few beers myself. A little excited, my nipples were now poking. There were less people than she remembered. Where did they go?She chatted up some of the other sisters, but they weren't interested in talking to plebeians. The last girl she tried to speak to hinted that she was falling behind in the competition.Finally, she approached one of the guys, a jock by the look of him: tall and muscled, with short, light brown hair. His name was Gabe. After she introduced herself he asked if he could give her something. She remembered that she had to accept.