Kate
Copyright© 2026 by Drabbles
Chapter 9: Choice
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 9: Choice - What happens when you try to defend the wrong person? How do you recover when everything you wanted to believe was wrong? One woman's journey.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Drunk/Drugged Rape BiSexual Incest Mother Son BDSM Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging AI Generated
Kate’s voice was steady despite the vulnerability of what she was asking. “Timmy took my choices from me. He violated me when I couldn’t consent. I want to choose someone. I want to be present for it. I want to own it completely.”
Matthew was quiet for a long moment. “You’re sure this is what you want? Not something you feel you have to do?”
“I’m sure. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. Talking about it in therapy.” Kate looked at him, then at Alex. “I need this. I need to know I can do it. That I can be with someone new and it can be my choice, my terms, my experience.”
Alex nodded slowly. “Okay. Then we’ll help you. We’ll find someone safe, someone who understands the boundaries. We’ll be there the whole time.”
“We’ll keep you safe,” Matthew promised. “Always.”
Two nights later, they went to a bar called Spectrum on the east side of the city. Kate had expected something dark and seedy, but the place was warm and welcoming—exposed brick walls, colorful lighting, a mix of people of all ages and genders laughing and dancing.
“I’ve never been to a place like this,” Kate admitted as they walked in.
“It’s one of our favorites,” Alex said, squeezing her hand.
The moment they stepped inside, a bartender with purple hair and multiple piercings waved enthusiastically. “Alex! Matthew! Haven’t seen you two in a minute!”
“Hey, Jamie!” Alex called back, leading Kate toward the bar.
A server passing by with a tray of drinks stopped to hug Matthew. “Where have you been hiding?”
Kate watched in surprise as person after person greeted Matthew and Alex like old friends. They were clearly regulars here, comfortable and known. It was a side of them she hadn’t seen—their life outside of her, their community, their world.
“You come here a lot?” Kate asked as they settled at a high-top table with drinks.
“We used to come every week,” Matthew said. “Before we met you, we were here most Friday nights. It’s a good place. Safe. Accepting.”
Kate looked around, taking in the rainbow flags, the mix of couples—men with men, women with women, people who defied easy categorization. She felt something loosen in her chest. This was a place where people could be themselves without judgment.
They’d been there about an hour, Kate nursing her second drink and feeling more relaxed, when a young man approached their table. He was beautiful in an almost ethereal way—early twenties, with delicate features, artfully tousled blond hair, and wearing a crop top that showed off his slim waist.
“Matthew,” the young man said, his voice warm. “Long time no see.”
Matthew’s face lit up. “Ethan! How are you?”
“Better now that you’re here.” Ethan’s smile was flirtatious, his eyes traveling over Matthew appreciatively. “You look good. Really good.”
Kate watched, fascinated, as Matthew stood and pulled Ethan into a hug that lasted a beat longer than friendly. When they pulled apart, Ethan’s hand lingered on Matthew’s arm.
“You should come dance with me,” Ethan said.
“Maybe later.” Matthew’s voice had dropped lower, intimate. “I’m here with someone tonight.”
Ethan glanced at the table, saw Alex and Kate. “Oh, I know Alex. Hi, babe.” He waved at Alex, who waved back with a grin. Then his eyes landed on Kate. “And who’s this?”
“This is Kate,” Matthew said. “She’s with us.”
“Lucky girl,” Ethan said, then looked back at Matthew. “One dance? For old times’ sake?”
Matthew glanced at Kate, a question in his eyes. Kate nodded, curious to see where this would go.
“One dance,” Matthew agreed.
Kate watched as Matthew and Ethan moved to the dance floor. The music was upbeat, bodies pressed close in the crowd. Ethan moved with fluid grace, his body against Matthew’s, and Kate saw Matthew’s hands settle on Ethan’s hips.
Then Ethan said something in Matthew’s ear, and Matthew laughed and leaned down. They kissed—not chaste, not brief. A real kiss, Ethan’s hand cupping Matthew’s jaw, Matthew’s hand sliding to the small of Ethan’s back.
Kate felt a flutter in her stomach. Not jealousy, exactly. More like ... intrigue. Arousal, even. Seeing Matthew with someone else, someone so different from her or Alex, was unexpectedly hot.
When Matthew returned to the table a few minutes later, his lips slightly swollen, Kate couldn’t help but stare.
“Sorry,” Matthew said, sliding back into his seat. “Should have asked first.”
“Don’t apologize,” Kate said. “That was ... that was really hot, actually.”
Alex laughed. “Told you she’d be into it.”
Kate looked between them. “So you’re ... I mean, I knew you were open, but I didn’t realize you were also...”
“Mostly straight,” Matthew said with a shrug. “That’s how I think of it. I’m attracted to women ninety percent of the time. But pretty boys?” He gestured toward where Ethan was now dancing with someone else. “Sometimes they do it for me. I don’t really feel the need to label it more than that.”
“I had no idea,” Kate said.
“Does it bother you?” Matthew asked.
“No. God, no. I just ... I’m learning so much about you. About both of you.” Kate looked at Alex. “And you? You’ve always known you were bi?”
Alex nodded. “Since I was a kid, basically. I had crushes on boys and girls in elementary school. Didn’t have words for it then, but I knew.” She took a sip of her drink. “My first kiss with a girl was in high school. Sophomore year. Her name was Christina, and she was on the soccer team with me.”
“What happened?” Kate asked, leaning forward.
“We were at an away game, sharing a hotel room. We’d been flirting for weeks but neither of us had the guts to make a move. Then one night we were lying in our beds talking, and she just said, ‘I really want to kiss you.’ So I said, ‘So kiss me.’” Alex smiled at the memory. “She came over to my bed and we made out for like two hours. It was sweet and awkward and perfect. We dated for six months before her parents found out and freaked. They pulled her out of school, sent her to live with relatives in another state.”
“That’s awful,” Kate said.
“It was. But it also taught me that I couldn’t hide who I was. That I deserved to love who I loved.” Alex squeezed Kate’s hand. “Just like you do.”
Kate turned to Matthew. “What about you? When was your first time with a guy?”
Matthew looked thoughtful. “College. I was nineteen. There was this guy in my computer science program—Daniel. He was smart, funny, had this smile that just ... got me. We studied together all the time, and I kept having these thoughts I didn’t know what to do with.” He paused. “One night we were in his dorm room, working on a project, and he just looked at me and said, ‘Can I kiss you?’ And I said yes.”
“Were you scared?” Kate asked.
“Terrified,” Matthew admitted. “Not of being with a guy, but of what it meant. Like, was I gay? Was I bi? Did I have to figure it all out right then?” He shook his head. “But Daniel was patient. He said I didn’t have to label anything. That I could just ... feel what I felt. So I did. We hooked up a few times that semester. It was good. Really good. But ultimately I realized I was more attracted to women. Daniel and I stayed friends, though.”
Kate felt something shift inside her. These people—these beautiful, open, honest people—had shared their vulnerabilities with her. Had shown her that sexuality could be fluid, that desire didn’t have to fit into neat boxes.
“Thank you,” she said quietly. “For telling me. For trusting me with that.”
“Always,” Alex said.
Kate took a deep breath and looked around the bar. This was it. This was where she would choose.
Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for ... what? She wasn’t sure. Someone who felt right. Someone who felt safe but also exciting.
Then she saw him.
He was sitting at the bar alone, nursing a beer. Mid-thirties, maybe, with dark hair and a strong jaw. He wore a simple button-down and jeans, and there was something about the way he held himself—confident but not aggressive, present but not predatory—that drew her.
“Him,” Kate said, nodding toward the man.
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