Chapter 13: Bisexual Girl Wants Sex I/The Hunk and the Babe (based on Pictorial Romances No. 10 cover, St. John, November 1951)

I know what people think about bisexuals, that we are just people that can’t decide between men and women and rather pick both and also too much ‘keen’ to sex. Well, in my case, that wasn’t me. I am bi, but not that kind of bi girl people usually think. In fact, I had only eyes and my pussy tingled for only two people, Mary and Scott.

Mary and Scott are my friends and, truth be told, I had been the ‘fling’ of each one of them before they became a couple. But I always had the crush to both, and had that wish of getting laid by them at same time. However, opportunities didn’t came and they saw me usually as only a friend. But what to do when you don’t want to be just that ‘friend’ anymore?

I didn’t knew what to do anymore, I played with myself too much thinking on Mary and Scott doing the most incredible things with me, the top of the sexual deviance I could imagine. And I dreamed when I could do all that sort of things with them...

And that day came! They invited me eat at their place. After the dinner, we decided to have a little chat and remember the good ol’ days, the good and the bad moments, and even the kinkiest ones.

“Hey Jean, remember that time where we used your parents garage to do some research and then we ended having sex there?”

“Oh, Mary ... I do remember! We went for a research of insects and it came out that we researched each other”

“That was good ... so good as the time I gone to the mountains with Scott. Remember, Scottie?”

“That time we thought we wrecked the bed of the resort after we did it? I still find it funny after all these years”

The talk, I confess, turned me on a lot. Remembering such stuff with the people I most trusted in my life brought me the ever present feeling about them ... but now, I had the edge to do something to end my hunger.

“Those were good times, indeed. I really miss those days...”

“Us too, Jean. You are a good friend of ours and you brought us so much good moments and it’s impossible forget you”

“I am glad to hear that, Mary ... wish only those moments could come back...”

I guess they picked my hint right there.

“If you want, we can remember them in a more ... er... ‘deep’ way”

“What do you mean, Scott?”

Of course I knew what they meant, but I just wanted them to show if I was right. And thank God I was! They came to the couch was, surrounded me and covered my body with kisses and caresses. And we didn’t even took off our clothes yet!

I asked Mary to use that big hat of hers, which turns me one a lot, but only if I did kepy my headscarf. I agreed and soon we were kissing each others, while Scott pulled the upper part of my dress to suck my boobs. It was a breath of relieve and pleasure to do that. Finally, my two ‘loves’ surrendering to me ... and I only expected for more!