The Transition...When I started to learn who I really was...(M/MM [brief]; M/F) | 2016

Three weeks after my first visit, I'd been back to their place several times. Jeff and Craig were pretty set in the way they did things, and I was happy to join and work on my 'practice'. I was actually beginning to wonder if I was gay, and not bi at all. Don had joined us the second weekend after, which found me fucking Jeff first, then Don. They enjoyed my relatively decent staying power, and I enjoyed being balls-deep in both of them. However, the fourth week found the two of them in Fort Lauderdale, Don away for work, Mike going to Minneapolis with his daughter, and me at a coffee shop on Brady St. I'd been here a few times, mostly for the scones and cookies. The coffee was OK, but the whole place had a very hipster-before-it-was-a-negative-stereotype feel to it.

When I'd arrived at 2 in the afternoon, the place was pretty dead. When I decided I needed a refill, I noticed a dark haired girl sitting near a duplicate window to mine.

I estimated she was about 19 or 20. The University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee was just North of here if you really wanted to walk it, or a short bus ride, so I figured she was one of those students I'd been seeing all over the place. It had to be close to finals, I thought.

The route to the stairs took me right by her, and I smiled lightly as I walked by. She returned the smile.

Two days later, I was again getting coffee, and again I saw the girl. More than that, I saw what she was reading..."Kon-Tiki" by Thor Heyerdahl.

"I wrote a paper on that guy." I said, drawing her attention, "Mostly off his book 'Aku Aku'. I really enjoyed the Easter Island stuff when I was in school."

"I just thought he was crazy when I saw the video." She remarked, "I mean, when did he get the idea that he could build a papyrus raft? Was he a skilled raft-builder before?"

I honestly didn't know, "Maybe, if a non-skilled raft builder could almost get to South America, then a good one definitely could have."

Stephanie and I became cafe friends from that point on. We would critique each other's reading habits and general styles. She was actually a student at Marquette, studying pharmaceuticals. She'd grown up in Louisville, Kentucky and was one of those folks that wouldn't be happy until she was so far from home that she couldn't even make it out on the horizon. Her biggest goal, according to her philosophy, was to go to Europe, see the sun come up in Tuscany and die.

I told her, having been to Tuscany, that I could see the logic.

The following weekend the guys were back in town, and as we lay on the bed, my freshly-cum prick still inside of Jeff's ass as I lay on top of him, I told them about the girl I'd met.

"Seems like she's nice. I like the idea of 'Tuscany and Die'...I could get on board with that." Jeff's tenor voice sent ripples down his body and into my spent cock.

Craig followed, "How old is she?" He was sitting back on his arms, his crotch still underneath Jeff's head.

"She said 20, I think she's turning 20."

He laughed, "Don't you think that's a little young?"

Jeff kissed his inner thigh, "Hey, dad always used to say, 'if there's grass on the field, play ball!"

His laughing forced my limp prick out of his rectum.

The next day, I mentioned to her that I'd told my friends about her. She said, "Oh, and what did you tell them?"

"Just the basics, I'd made a friend at the coffee shop." I grabbed her latte from the man behind the counter.

She said, "You were just chilling and the topic of me just happened to come up?"

For some reason, I found the way she'd phrased things to be dead on. I HAD been chilling, granted, in Jeff's ass, and the topic of her had just 'cum' up. I laughed out loud at the reference.

"OK, what was THAT about." She smiled

"You seriously don't want to know." I continued laughing.

She smiled and poked me, "You have to tell me now...that's just bullshit".

I thought about it then. I'd mentioned to her I was divorced, but nothing about my forays into the new aspects of my sexuality. We didn't talk about stuff like that. I decided that it wouldn't hurt anything if I told her.

"Well, I just got done fucking my friend Jeff and the topic of you came up." I smiled.

Her smile went away, "Excuse me?"

I swallowed, still trying to smile, "I went over to my friend's, Craig and Jeff's place, we did some fooling around, sexually, and when we were done, I mentioned you."

She screwed up her brow, "Sexually, I came up?"

I wasn't sure if my chuckle was nervous or just wrong, "No No No No NO...I just told them that I'd made a friend at the coffee shop, a very interesting friend...nothing sexual."

"I didn't know you were gay." She looked concerned.

"I'm pretty sure I'm not." I followed, "I think I might be bisexual. I don't know, it's been forever since I slept with a woman, but I honestly didn't think I'd be as interested in guys as I am."

Her forehead twitched again, "So, you don't think of me in a sexual way, but when you were done having sex, the topic of me came up?"

"I wouldn't say I don't think of you in a sexual way...just that I haven't considered it. You're young and attractive...I'm not so much." I smiled, "Besides, I'd hate to think of you in a sexual manner and not have it returned."

She grinned back, "Who said it wouldn't be returned?"

A few days later, I sat in the coffee shop finishing up the Dan Brown novel when in walked Steph. She wore a tartan skirt, a white button-down shirt and high boots, looking for all intents and purposes like a naughty schoolgirl. I grinned and said, "What's this look about?"

She smiled back, "Why don't you buy me a coffee and we'll see."

Halfway into the cup, I felt her foot against my leg. I chuckled and said, "Why, Miss Stephanie...are you flirting with me?"

The expression dropped off her face. "No, I'm trying to get you to fuck me."

I laughed, "Oh really?"

Stone cold, "Really, and now. Didn't you say your apartment is only two blocks away?"

This actually struck me. Was she being serious? I didn't want to take it the wrong way, but then again, having a cute 20-year-old tell you she wanted to fuck wasn't something you just turn down.

We walked calmly down the street to Prospect and turned right. At the corner, she took my hand in hers. We didn't say a word as we got into the elevator and rode it to the 6th floor.

The door to my apartment shut behind us, and I turned towards her. She said, "OK, lets not make this weird...let's just make it fun." She started unbuttoning her shirt.

I took mine off, and as I came back to see her, her bra went to the floor. Her pale chest was larger than I'd thought. In retrospect, they were 34D, but I was a terrible gauge of that at the time. She leaned towards me and kissed me heavily, deeply.

This was where her youth came out. She kissed me desperately, frantic. Like she was trying to prove something. We went to the bedroom where I pushed her back onto the bed. I lifted her skirt up, seeing for the first time she didn't have any panties on. Her trimmed mound stared up at me with the plaid weave of the skirt beneath it. I swear, even in my memory, I could feel the heat coming off of it.

I buried my face in her. I don't imagine that there was ever a time I was 'good' at eating pussy. I imagine I gave it the ol' college try and then got into the in-and-out. But this was the first real woman I'd seen in almost four years (that's another story altogether). I was determined to do it right.

Her outer labia completely enclosed her inner, with a very short crop of dark brown hair over each side. My face went to the place where her thigh met her groin, and I began to lick and kiss there. She shuddered. I pulled my face to the other side, purposefully breathing over her slit as I kissed and licked the other side. As I moved back to the other direction, I could see the line of wetness along the entire length of her crevice. Before I knew what strategy to use, my tongue went for it. The musky, sharp taste of her went immediately to my memory. I ran my tongue up, finding her clit, which caused her to convulse sharply....too hard. I backed off, running my lips down on hers, finding the folds of her inner labia, licking either side as I went back up to her hard nub, trying to be lighter on my pressure.

"FUCK!" she said breathily, "What the FUCK are you doing to me?"

Pulling my face up, I said, "What?"

"Jesus Christ! You're going to make me explode if you don't quit that." She panted

I smiled and went back down. I lightly traced over her clit, over and over as she twitched every time, her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps. In what seemed like only seconds, she grabbed hold of the back of my head and jammed me into her as I felt her convulse on my head. "oh...holy...fuck."

Grinning, I said, "Hey, I enjoyed that too."

She rolled over and stood up, turning me around while kissing my soaked face. She pressed me back onto the bed, "My turn" she said. In my greediness to go down on her, I hadn't even pulled my pants off, and my six inches was pressing against my zipper like a prisoner trying to reach a key on a hook. When she finally let me out, I was dripping clear fluid like that's what it was made for.