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This is the 2nd installment of the series, “Memoirs of a Bisexual.” I recommend reading Chapter 1 “The Sexual Revolution” to get up to speed with Chapter 2, which is the immediate continuation of the story. The next morning we all woke up in a rush. Layla and Amanda were freaking out because they were late for class. So there was no mention of the wild night before. Just rush, rush, rush. In fact, there was not much talking at all. Jeff and I dropped the girls off at their dorm then decided to get some breakfast. There was still no mention of last night. However, Jeff wasn’t acting awkward. He was just being himself and we were acting like nothing happened at all. But my mind was racing. I was playing back the entire night in my head. I would start to get semi-hard when thought about seeing Jeff’s 9 inches, which spun my thoughts into a completely new direction. Why was I getting turned on by my best friend’s dick? To stop my mind from spinning out of control, I had to broach the subject. But I did so with caution. “So, did you have fun last night?” I asked Jeff. “Hell yes! Didn’t you?” he replied. “It was awesome!” I said “Do you have any regrets?” “No, not at all.” he said casually. I waited for him to maybe elaborate a little about last night: Having sex in the same room, watching each other have sex, perhaps the fact that I fucked his girlfriend in front of him. You know, something at least! But he never said a word about it. Fuck it! I wasn’t going to push the issue any further. He seemed happy and ok with everything so why rock the boat? On our way back home, he was driving and the radio was blasting so there was not much conversation between us. However, my mind was racing again and I was trying to sort things out in my head. I know I’m not gay. I love pussy too much to be gay. Was I attracted to Jeff? After last night, yes. But do I want him as a boyfriend? No. Do I want to kiss him? Karşıyaka escort bayan No. Do I want to hold hands, cuddle, snuggle, or make out with him? No. Do I want to see his cock again? Um…yes. Do I want to hold it and stroke it? Yes. Do I want to see his cock shoot off his load? Oh hell yes! And finally, Do I want to suck his cock? This was the end all, be all of this thought process. Yes, I think I do. So how am I going to go about this? I don’t know. He is my best friend and, most importantly, I don’t want to lose him or make things awkward between us. So I decided that the best play was to chill with all this stuff and just see how our friendship progresses. The week flew by and our college classes started. Jeff and I did not go to the same university. Jeff was a freshman at West Georgia College and lived in a dorm room. I was starting my Junior year at the University of Georgia and lived in an apartment. It was my first apartment and I was so excited about it. I had 2 roommates that I did not know. This apartment complex leased by the room, not by the actual apartment unit. However, my roommates seemed like cool guys, so I was looking forward to the upcoming school year. I was unpacking some boxes in my room when I heard a female voice from the living room. I walked out into the living room to see a very attractive, black chick at the front door. She was hot! She was about 5’7”, long hair pulled back in braids. A firm, well -toned body, a set of nice looking tits and an ass that was perfect! Damn! “Hi” was all I could say. “Hi, I’m Felecia.” She said walking towards me extending her hand. I shook her hand and introduced myself. She stated that she was just moving in the apartment downstairs and wanted to come up and introduce herself. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I’ve never been with a black chick before, but this last week has shown Escort bornova me that there’s a first time for everything. I couldn’t help but imagine what her pussy looked like. Felicia was very athletic. I bet she had strong thighs with a nicely trimmed pussy. My mind wondered about what I would do to that box if only given a chance. This was starting off to be a very good year! Well, the weeks went by, classes started and Felecia and I were hanging out all the time. We were still getting to know one another. She was 7 years older than me, which made her 27. I swear she had the best weed in town and she was always willing to share. We were at her place one day smoking a nice blunt that she rolled and lying at opposite ends of each other on the couch listening to Pink Floyd. She didn’t have any roommates, so we had the entire apartment to ourselves. I noticed that she never really talked about guys and I finally asked her if she had a boyfriend. She looked at me like I was crazy, “Hell no, I don’t have a boyfriend!” I was surprised by her reaction. “Well, damn, I thought that was a perfectly valid question!” I exclaimed. “I’m into chicks!” she said as if I should have known. “You’re a lesbian?” I asked surprisingly “Yes, you didn’t pick up on that? I’m not exactly Holly Homemaker, you know.” I said as a matter of fact, “I know that you are not exactly a girlie-girl, but you’re not exactly Butch, either. Holy Shit!” I was so not expecting this. “Have you ever been with a guy?” I asked inquisitively. “Once when I was younger. I hated it. I always knew that I was attracted to girls, but having sex with a guy pretty much confirmed it.” She said. “Maybe he just wasn’t that good in bed.” I stated. Felecia just rolled her eyes. “Whatever! So are you ok with the fact that I’m gay?” “Sure, I’m turned on but disappointed in a way.” I said looking out the window from üçyol escort the couch. “Ok, Uh..why?” she questioned “Because, “ I said “ It’s a turn on to picture you with another girl, but a disappointment that I won’t be able to hit it!” I said with seriousness, and then turned it into a smile. She hit me over the head with a couch pillow, “Shut Up!” “What?” I exclaimed. “Ok, so I can’t hit it. So let me lick it!” “Stop it!” she said laughing, not taking me serious, but she had no idea how serious I really was. “I’m serious. Let me eat your pussy. That’s the same thing a girl would do. You could close your eyes and imagine a girl. Come on, you can let me go down on you one time.” I said and I winked and smiled at her. She was having none of it. “That’s enough,” she said “So are you gone hit that or pass it back to me?” She asked referring to the blunt still in my hand. So, the school year progressed and we were getting closer to Thanksgiving break. I couldn’t wait because although I was hanging out with Felecia, I missed my best friend, Jeff, and couldn’t wait to see him again. I wanted to tell him all about Felecia. About her being a lesbian, my attraction to her and how I fantasized about licking her toned black pussy. It was the week of mid-term exams. Highly stressful but the next week we could go home, so that was the pay off. Everyone was cramping down with their studies. Not much partying. My brain was fried from studying, so I went downstairs to Felecia’s apartment and knocked on the door. She answered the door and smiled. “I could use a break, too. Come on in and we’ll burn one.” She rolled a blunt and lit it up. We took up our usual position on the couch lying opposite ends of each other and smoked her dank. Oh, it was such a relief. “So what are your plans for Thanksgiving?” I asked. “My parents are retired and traveling, so I think I’m going to hang here. Hopefully, I can get laid. It’s been awhile since I’ve had sex and I’m horny as hell!” She said. “Well, I can help you with that!” I said with a sly smile, batting my eyebrows. “Whatever!” she sighed as she took another toke of the blunt. “Look, “ I tried to reason “I don’t see what’s so wrong with letting me go down on you.

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