We continued to flirt like that for a while. The combination of the alcohol and Jonas gently rubbing my back was making my freshly trimmed pussy reall... wet. I looked over at Jonas and said, "I need a cigarette, want to join me?" "Sure," he smiled knowingly.Jonas put his hand on my ass as we walked out to a secluded portion of the balcony. The balcony overlooked an alley, and wasn't visible from the street; two large street lights provided plenty of light. As I lit my cigarette Jonas put his. He was really shy and inexperienced. It was like being with Mike all over again.We finally ended up playing a childish game of sending notes back and forth during classes. Silly but naughty things like "I'm thinking of you naked", or "what would you do to me if we were alone in the dark". Like I said, it was really childish, play-sex stuff. Until, without even planning on it, we went from naughty to nasty one day.We were in World History, which we both agreed was the dullest class in, well, the. That was enough to kill that one, but it wasn’t alone. Two more of these monsters came up through the dirt and concrete. The dog quickly attacked one, grabbing it by the scruff of the neck and shaking it. I stepped backwards, taking aim and quickly snapping off three more shots at the other one. That was enough. I took careful aim to avoid the dog and put a round into the one being held. The dog gave the body a final shake, then dropped it, coming up to me.“Good boy!” I patted him on the head.. “The sex we just had was about as straight as it comes.” “So you’re married to a bisexual.” “So are you,” I said. This took a moment to sink in. “What?” I took a deep breath. “You’ve been honest with me,” I said. “I have to be honest with you.” So I told her everything: how Matt came onto me in the steam room, the jackoff scene in the showers, the visits to his house, the hand jobs and blow jobs, the whole story. She listened open-mouthed but dry-eyed. “And this just happened?” she asked..