Although my first 3 sexual encounters during high school were all with guys, I was not gay, nor was I becoming gay. Not by a long shot. I guess I was ...aturally bi, but I was primarily interested in girls, but extremely bashful around them. I guess I was also a little paranoid of letting any of them know my so-called 'secret.' Then when I was 19, my first real girlfriend came along. Several months went by before we became sexual, and I came totally clean with my femme interests. At first she was. "Nothing," I responded as I looked out the window."Aren't you interested in hearing her side?" No." David, you have to say something to her." Greg, as far as I am concerned, what we all did was a onetime thing." I turned from the window to look at him. "I said I was not ready for more. I made it clear how I felt about it. I am a little confused why everyone thought another threesome was a good idea. I'm just glad it wasn't me putting my dick into Angie."Greg's face went red. I succeeded in. She was frowning, deep in thought. Her eyebrows were knitted, as if she was fighting an inner battle. He was suddenly struck with the need to ask her what she was thinking. But he caught himself immediately, afraid of intruding a person’s private thinking session. Then, their eyes met. Those eyes! Almond- shaped, and brown in colour, stared right into his. He spotted a momentary flash of fear in them, then no more. She looked away, frowning harder than ever. Cute. Hoping he was not the seed. I had refused assistance from a smiling Skycap, although I did finally accept his offer of a free cart."Oh, my goodness!" Tanya shrieked when she saw the mountain of flowers that I had beside me. "Patrick, did you buy a flower store?" Sort of," I said bashfully. It was actually more that I didn't know how much you could get when you asked for three hundred dollars worth of flowers."How did you get them here?" she asked as I added her suitcase to the cart and we walked out to the parking.