Chapter 1: Dinner at Brenda’s

When I was a freshman in college my roommate turned out not only to be extremely cute but bisexual as well. Brenda was the first girl I was with sexually besides my mom and her sister. Needless to say, we were having an incredible freshman year.

One night I told Brenad about how when I was sixteen I’d watched my parents making love in our hot tub when they didn’t know I was home. We’d shared quite a few secrets by then but this was little different than the usual “confessions” we’d made so I’d held off saying anything until now. To my delight Brenda seemed fascinated by my story and surprised me by asking if I’d ever fantasized about joining them. Of course I pretended to be embarrassed when I confessed there were times I had. Brenda giggled and blushed, saying that she would never have the same feelings for her parents (couldn’t blame her as they were much older than mine) but then she surprised me yet again by saying she HAD dreamed about her older brother. She was quick to point out that she’d never gotten up the courage to actually do anything but she HAD caught him checking her out a few times when he thought she wasn’t looking. We both teased each other about our incest fantasies after that. Although this time everything turned out OK, it goes without saying that I never told her that I had actually done something similar with my dad.

Even though Brenda lived only about ten miles or so from school, her parents wanted her to spend her freshman year in the dorm to help her acclimate to college life. Being so close to home, she still spent most weekends there and sometimes she invited me along. One night when I was over at Brenda’s house her brother David was there with his wife and their two little bratty boys. In spite of how much I loved being with Brenda, had I known they were going to be there I might have turned down her invitation. It seemed that all his kids did was whine and fuss. To make things worse, David’s wife was a real bitch, always looking down her nose at Brenda and me.

The only saving grace was I got to sit next to David during dinner. He was wearing denim shorts and a tight ribbed tank top that emphasized his lean, muscular body - he obviously worked out. The temptation to put my hand on his leg (at least to start) was incredible but I didn’t dare. Instead I just sat there wishing fervently that his hand would find it way over to my leg instead. I would’ve have taken it and moved it to my inner thigh and encouraged him to work his way up from there! To my disappointment it never happened, but I knew I’ be dreaming about it later that night when I was playing with myself in bed.