Chapter 1

Donald Larkin lived in a college town, but his parents weren't part of the faculty. His mother taught, alright: she taught English at a local middle school. His father was a firefighter and had a modest salary from that job. They certainly couldn't pay much for college, especially since they had three kids. If he had lived everywhere else, attending Notre Dame would have been impossible. Luckily, they lived in South Bend, Indiana, where the university had its campus.

The school semester was over, and Donald had found a minimum-wage job to help cover expenses during the summer. He avoided some expenses some time before, but he didn't wish his family to know how he had pulled that off. He didn't spend money on dates, for the simple reason that he had a lover already. The thing was that his lover was another guy. His parents, while supposedly more liberal, might not be ready for a son who was in a same-sex relationship.

Donald wasn't gay. In fact, he often slept with girls, which was okay with his boyfriend, Kevin. Kevin was a handsome black man, whom Donald had seduced away from his domineering wife. He now lived with a number of male roommates, but none were yet aware of their relationship. Not even Kevin's ex had any idea, which was for the best. Donald didn't want Kevin to lose his shirt in the divorce. The ex-wife only knew that Kevin had left her because he was tired of her bullshit.

Kevin was bisexual as well, so Donald and he had frequent female sex partners. They even had some threesomes, although they waited until the girls were gone to fool around with each other. Both of them leaned more toward women in terms of sex, as a matter of fact. It was simply that they loved each other in a way that superseded their normal tendencies. If they had been straight, that wouldn't have been possible, but it was, since they were bisexual.

Because they had such regular sex with each other, satisfied their desire for variety by taking women as casual partners, and didn't wish to expose their orientation to outsiders yet, Donald and Kevin agreed not to sleep with other men. They naturally wished to be more open in time, but Donald had a scholarship and Kevin had a gun shop. Many of Kevin's customers didn't approve of sodomy, though that was hardly a universal view. As for Donald, even the most liberal faculty members at Notre Dame might frown upon an openly bisexual student having a scholarship there, no matter how smart he might be. It was a Catholic college, after all.

Donald's family was of mixed faith, with a Jewish father and an Irish Catholic mother, but that didn't guarantee that either would tolerate his lifestyle. He simply limited his sexual relations with Kevin to the apartment, and even then they made sure that they were careful not to get caught fucking by the roommates.

Not long after he started his new job, his routine was disrupted by his sister's friend, Heather. She was a busty brunette, definitely not on the slender side, though she certainly wasn't fat. Katherine, Donald's older sister, was back to work her own summer job and pay her way through medical school. She had talked her best friend into joining her at the Larkins' house, since they would otherwise have to pay rent while trying to earn their tuition.

Donald naturally dreaded this arrival. If his sister, Kat, was anything to go by, her friend would be a ridiculously silly and prudish woman. How a medical student could be so immature and superstitious was a question that still confused him. It was an absolute enigma, in fact. He loved his sister, and she had good points, but he refused to blind himself to her flaws. She belonged to a circle of devoutly Catholic women and had no doubt planned to convert her own father to the Church, not to mention Donald, who had early professed a preference for his dad's religion.

She also regarded sex as something to be postponed until marriage, which especially irked Donald. She was sweet, but he feared for her future husband. Life would have to be tough on even the strictest Catholic man, waiting so long for what would almost certainly be inferior and infrequent (not to mention dull and monotonous) sex. A liberal Jew like Donald would see it as simply intolerable, not that his sister would ever marry one (unless she planned to convert him at some point, which he wouldn't put past her).

He was more than slightly shocked when he first met Heather. She wasn't a prude at all. For one thing, she didn't dress like his sister. Just how Kat ended up with a girlfriend like her was beyond his imagination. They were almost polar opposites. Katherine wore skirts, long dresses, and otherwise conservative clothes. Heather wore miniskirts, shorts, jeans, and bare midriffs, when she didn't have to dress for class at least. It was evident that nothing had changed his sister, but she clearly had a much more open-minded friend, at least as far a clothing was concerned.

"Donald, I presume? I'm Heather. Kat has told me a great deal about you, babe. She complains that you still haven't found a woman, though I point out that she hasn't found a man, either. People find love in their own time, don't they? Anyway, do you mind if I borrow your room to change? Kat's in her room and I don't feel like chatting while I get into something more comfortable. She's a great friend, but sometimes a little too talkative," she introduced herself without any embarrassment.

"Sure, go ahead. Nice to meet you. I wouldn't have thought that you were such a free spirit, being Kat's girlfriend and all. Don't worry, I'll resist the temptation to barge into my room and watch you change into something more comfortable," Donald teased her back, clearly reacting to the flirtation of this slightly older woman.

He found her use of the term "babe" and her suggestion of changing into even skimpier clothes (in his bedroom, no less) to be rather brazen attempts at sexual innuendo. Her choice of an outfit put her previous flirting and teasing to shame. If a bare midriff and torn, stonewashed jeans (with half of her panties showing in the back) weren't wild enough compared to her friend's taste, a pair of Daisy Dukes and a bikini top certainly fit that bill.

By then, Kat had already finished with her own undressing and started to introduce the two, only to find that they had already met each other. She was a little annoyed with her friend for wearing such scanty outfits around her brother, since she herself wore more "modest" culottes and a "respectable" shirt with plenty of undergarments. The many suggestive double entendres often went over her head, thankfully, since she would have been outraged by them.

It was a good thing that she never found out about the other form of flirting in which Heather engaged, as Donald discovered when he entered the room himself to change and found the real purpose of her changing in his bedroom. She had left her panties behind on his bed, which was a bald declaration of intent, if there ever was one. Having found in his sister's close friend a more sympathetic guest than he expected, he naturally decided not to snitch on her. Instead, he hid the panties in his drawer for a later "discussion" with the brunette.

When he returned to the living room, Kat was already gone, but Heather had stuck around for some reason. Apparently, his sister had decided that she wanted to shop at the nearest mall, but her girlfriend pleaded fatigue and avoided it. It was obvious to Donald that she wanted to be alone with him (his parents were out of the house for the weekend). It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she wanted from her host. Then again, he preferred such a direct manner of seduction. It was better than trying to decipher a girl's intent.

"Hey, Donald, do you have any stiff drinks? I could use a buzz right now. I'll share it with you, of course. I love being around guys, you know, not that women are bad, either," Heather spoke in her very charming voice.

"How about a little gin? That's about all Dad has around here. Mom keeps wine in the fridge, but mostly for formal dinners and such. I wouldn't mind a little booze myself," Donald smirked.

"Gin and tonic, perhaps? I like those. So, did you keep the present I left for you?" she winked at him.

"Yes, until later, if you want it back. I gather that was your true reason for changing in my bedroom," he grinned, as he poured drinks for both of them.

"Yeah, well, I had a funny feeling that you were cooler than Kat. She is also worried that you might be gay. I seriously doubt that, from your behavior. You're definitely interested in women, aren't you? Maybe slightly older women attract you, slutty women with clothes that barely cover anything? Oh, and keep my undies. They're a gift. They're also an invitation to get into my panties whenever you wish, honey," she commented with a smile, as they drank their gin.

"Oh, I've got a few condoms left, if you want to use them," Donald deliberately pushed the envelope.

"Condoms? I'm clean, sweetie. No STDs, I assure you. I get tested a lot, because I like to go bareback. I know, I'm a medical student, so I should know better. Well, I do know better. I just don't give a damn. A lot of my sex partners are regularly tested too," Heather rejected that idea, shocking him.

"What if I knock you up? That might blow your medical career," he observed.

"No, I'm on summer break. Besides, I could always go with correspondence courses if that happens. As for child support, we'll work something out. Maybe have a marriage of convenience and a divorce afterward, or whatever else. I'm not worried about it. So, any more excuses, dear Donald?" she countered, before walking over to him to give him a kiss that included more than a little tongue.

"Uh, I should tell you something. Something that I don't tell most women beforehand, but I think that you deserve to know it, before we fuck without protection and possibly get you pregnant. I'm involved... with a man. I have a boyfriend. Relax, I'm not gay, as you noted. That much is obvious. However, I am bisexual.

"The reason that I think that you deserve to know this is that he might well object to my knocking you up and having to deal with the possible consequences. Also, he would know about our little fling, because I'd tell him about it. You see, we have an open relationship. Well, it's not totally open: we're both allowed to screw other women, but not other men. No, my parents don't know, and obviously neither does Kat, though she evidently suspects something disturbingly close to it.

"Oh, and we've always used condoms with other girls, so I'd have to get special permission to do this. No doubt he'd want me to grant him the same favor in the future at some point," Donald declared, between kisses.

"That is supposed to be an issue? You've got to be kidding me! Donald, baby, I love it! I never realized that you were so... discreet. Go ahead and call your man. I sincerely hope that he'll go along with it. Hell, he might even want a threesome, don't you think? I'm only here for a short time, and I won't let anything get in the way of what might be (unless you knock me up, that is) my only chance of fucking you on a regular basis.

"I've wanted you ever since I first heard about you. Something about you just seemed, well, yummy. I'm glad that you haven't disappointed me. Besides, how often does a girl get along with her best friend's brother so well?" Heather retorted with glee, stubborn in her desire to screw Donald for a mysterious reason.

"Wow, I thought that I would shock you, but you've blown me away! I never thought that you were so understanding. Okay, I'm going to call Kevin. He should get a kick out of this. No doubt he'll want his share, not that I mind," Donald reacted to her statement.

He dialed Kevin's number, which thankfully got an answer right away.

"Kevin, my man, I have a surprise for you!" he teased his boyfriend.

"What's that, honey?" the gun shop owner asked, glad to be in the privacy of his office alone.