Page 22 of Manny's Surprise Baby

Once my breathing was back to normal, I splashed cold water on my face and dried off with the towel on the towel rack. I was almost embarrassed to face Pierce tonight when I got home. God, would he be able to see on my face that I’d jacked off thinking about him? My face was hot as I left the bathroom and reclaimed my spot by the wall. The threesome was still going strong, but I kept my eyes averted.

Was I bisexual? Could you realize you were bisexual so late in life? Shouldn’t these urges have shown up sooner? I swallowed hard and squeezed my eyes closed. Until this moment, I’d never realized how clueless I was about sexuality. I’d liked girls my whole life and hadn’t given the other sexual identities much thought.

I just came, thinking about fucking a guy’s ass. Maybe it’s time to give it some thought.

I was so consumed by my confused thoughts, I barely noticed the people on the bed groaning their release. But when the overhead lights came on, I straightened, hoping I didn’t looked as freaked-out as I felt. I wandered out of the room to gather myself, and I found myself in the kitchen, where there were assorted dildos and butt plugs lying all over the breakfast counter. I had to wonder whose apartment this was and why they were letting people film a porno in their place.

I was silly enough to think once the threesome had screwed they were done. I was wrong. One guy yelled for the “pussy light,” and when I looked at him weird, he explained he hated calling it that, but that it was really bright and they needed it for close-ups.

Seven hours and lots of fucking later, Priscilla was ready to leave. As we went down to the limo, she chatted cheerfully about how much she liked working with the director of that shoot. I didn’t have much to add, so I mostly grunted here and there.

Once we were in the car, she studied me with a sly smile. “So what did you think?”

I shrugged. “Everybody needs to make a living.”

“Do you watch porn?”

“Yes.” I laughed and then added, “Straight porn.”

She smirked. “You were quick to add that.”

I didn’t respond.

“What did you think about the two guys together?”

My face felt hot, and I knew she was too astute not to notice. “It was different.”

“Ever fuck a guy?”

I bugged my eyes. “Excuse me?”

She giggled. “Have you ever had sex with a man?”

Does in my head count?

“No.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ve been with guys and girls. I do it all. It’s just sex.”

I nodded.

“You looked uptight when I asked you about being with a guy. Why?”

I frowned. “I’m not uptight. I answered your question.”

“Do you have a problem with gays? A lot of macho types do.”

I shifted uneasily. “This is an odd conversation to have with a client.”

“You don’t talk to your clients about what they want?”

“I do… but…”

“But what? It’s just sex. What’s the big deal? Most people do it.”

“I know.”

“I fuck who I’m attracted to.”