I think I’ve always been bisexual, but somehow I was the last to know it.

In my sophomore year of college, my roommate and I decided to get out of the dorms and spend a couple days at her parents’ house in a nearby town. We needed some peace and quiet to study for finals.

The house was huge and we each had our own bedroom. My roommate’s dad was estranged, but her mother (let’s call her Ms. L) was one of those perfect moms who was always there to feed you, laugh, and gossip. Plus, she was really hot.

Ms. L was a voluptuous Persian woman in her late forties with an hourglass figure and beautiful shiny hair. She had a slow, sensual way of moving, which seemed to mimic the slightness of her accent. She was like a Persian Jessica Rabbit in yoga pants.

I didn’t know it at the time, but Ms. L was a lesbian. I guess she could sense that I was bisexual, too, because she paid special attention to me, and showered me with compliments.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said at one point, brushing a piece of stray hair off of my face. It wasn’t overly sexual enough for my roommate to be alarmed, but I definitely felt myself get wet when Ms. L touched me.

On the last night I was there, I wasn’t feeling great, so I went to bed early. Around midnight, I awoke to Ms. L coming into my room with a cup of tea and some toast. As I drank the tea, she sat on the bed next to me and rubbed my neck and shoulders. The top few buttons on her silk pajama set were open and her cleavage peeked out. Her hair was pulled up into a loose bun on top of her head.

“Does that feel good?” she asked, running her long red nails gently up and down my neck and back.

“Yes,” I answered. I was tingling all over, curious and turned-on.

“Such a gorgeous girl,” she said, and softly kissed my cheek.

I felt myself blush and wondered if she could tell in the dim light. She kept her face close to mine and I could feel her warm breath. I turned my face toward hers but was too scared to make a move. Then, she gave me a tiny little kiss on the lips. When I didn’t flinch, she kissed me again. This time her mouth was open and wet, her tongue exploring mine.

I heard myself moan into her mouth as she laid me down on the bed and straddled me, still kissing. Her thigh rubbed against my pussy and I felt like I could come against her right there.

With unspoken instruction, I raised my arms as she slipped off my T-shirt and began to lick my breasts. She massaged them like she was rolling dough as she coaxed my nipples into erect little spikes.

“Look at your cute little tits,” she said, with my nipple in her mouth. “I love them.”

She sat up to unbutton her pajama top, uncovering her own breasts — majestic, pendulous, round, and juicy. She rubbed her big brown nipples against my small pink ones, then leaned over and put one into my mouth. I sucked her as though I was being breastfed.

I could have stayed that way for hours, but soon she started pawing at my bottoms. I practically jumped out of them and then watched as she sat up on her knees and gave me a little striptease, slowly taking off her silk pajama pants, revealing her thick, dark bush.

She kissed down to my panties and slid her wet pussy slowly down my leg as her juices trailed behind. She took off my underpants with her teeth and put her whole face in my soaking wet pussy. She licked and sucked my clit, pausing periodically to tell me how delicious I tasted, and she slid a finger or two inside me. Just as I was about to come, she crawled back up and straddled me again, only this time she positioned herself so we were pussy to pussy.

Her thick pubic hair brushed against my little shaved slit. I felt our wetness mix together until I couldn’t tell whose was whose, but I could smell hers distinctly — more musky than mine — the scent creeping up from our throbbing pussies. She rubbed her clit against mine, grinding me, as I kissed her mouth and sucked on her giant tits. I came hard all over her, but she just rode me faster and harder until she came, jamming my fingers into her mouth so that she wouldn’t cry out. All night we took turns, pussy-fucking each other and eating each other out, coming again and again.

In the morning, she made pancakes for me and my roommate, who had no clue what had gone down between us. I remember taking a bite of the pancakes and thinking, Well, I guess I’m bisexual.

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