Neither of us broached the subject of relationships, whether my failed relationship with Dawn or the status of our own friendship with each other. I d...idn't ask if she wanted to get romantic with me and she didn't either. Instead, we watched TV, laughed about the things we saw, ate, drank, and then went back to fucking.It was a horribly wrong thing for me to think, but I might have expected such a sexual creature if Lynne had been taller, bustier, or flirtier. The girls built like Adrienne,. Then I took Sammy’s hands and led him over to the sofa. “I asked Sammy what was bothering him. ‘Do you not want to have sex with us any more, or what?’ I asked.“‘Well,’ said Sammy, ‘That’s what's been bothering me all week. What we did was, well honestly, to be fair, it was pretty darned bisexual. Wasn’t it? I mean, you rubbed our dicks together and made us both kiss the cum from your lips, and well …”“Then Ian joined us and handed Sammy that beer. They clinked bottles and both took a long. ’ ‘Later then, you got to fuck me.’ That was a question, too. I made a face like when a favorite aunt gives you a sweater for Christmas. ‘That is a deal,’ I said. She patted my thigh three pats and then walked back into the bar ahead of me so her boyfriend, maybe ex, maybe not, sort of thing, wouldn’t see us together. I finished my smoke and then went back to the bar. I sat alongside the rail at a small two person table far enough away from the dance floor and the music so that a conversation. I was 19 and she was 18. She was not a virgin but I could tell from talking to her she hadn’t been fucked real well in the past either. We chatted for a couple of months on MySpace and eventually decided to meet one day after I got done with work. I got to her place a little after 9. She was pudgy in a cute way, blond hair, thicker build, decent teenage tits. She greeted me at the door and then took me to say hi to her parents as she still lived at home and didn’t want to raise suspicions about.