The strictly heterosexuals and homosexuals found themselves at massive disadvantage, unable to intimately access half the adult human race and their p...ssibilities. Stereotypes of "monosexuals" flourished as generally bigoted anti-social individuals began to circulate.To solve this issue, a string of "Bisexual Training Facilities" emerged with the singular promise of training monosexuals to learn sexual arousal towards the sex they profess to not like. Outside of that though, these facilities. "Michael, that was nice — how come you don't have a girl already?" she asked as I had started on the nearest bosom."Well," I said between licking her nipples, "I was hesitant to do anything, until I was through with school. I wanted to prove to myself that you can actually get a four-year degree ... in four years." I went back to licking nibbling and suckling her bosoms."Well, of my few lovers, including a girl or two, you are easily the most tender loving guy I've come across. You seem caring. " Yeah?" Still lazily.He turns to me, "That piercing in your tongue? Gives me some hopes for ya."Oh, he spotted it. I'm so accustomed to it I forget completely about it. The piercing is the last remainder of the last year's summer craziness; the smallest, most innocent thing of it all; so I keep it. Now I'm moving my jaw, a bit abashed, like I want to hide the piercing in my mouth somehow.He's still walking around my room, just sniffing; it gets me nervous, though everything that needs to be. I put my arms around her and kissed her back hard, rubbing her lower back and ass.Suddenly she broke away and said, "Well, um, it's late and I should be getting to sleep soon. So maybe you should go home."I was pretty blown away by how quickly and firmly she was telling me to split, so I just stammered out, "Yeah, sure... I guess so," and got up and left. I thought about her all night, and wondered what it all meant. I finally decided that it must have been uncomfortable for her, and maybe I.