This story uses the character of "Dr. Donald Larkin", with the explicit permission of SEVERUSMAX, an established writer on this site. It's a minor character in his story "The Professor's Bride", mentioned only briefly. This is his past and background.
Donald Larkin lived in a college town, but his parents weren't part of the faculty. His mother taught, alright: she taught English at a local middle school. His father was a firefighter and had a modest salary from that job. They certainly couldn't pay much for college, especially since they had three kids. If he had lived everywhere else, attending Notre Dame would have been impossible. Luckily, they lived in South Bend, Indiana, where the university had its campus.
The school semester was over, and Donald had found a minimum-wage job to help cover expenses during the summer. He avoided some expenses some time before, but he didn't wish his family to know how he had pulled that off. He didn't spend money on dates, for the simple reason that he had a lover already. The thing was that his lover was another guy. His parents, while supposedly more liberal, might not be ready for a son who was in a same-sex relationship.
Donald wasn't gay. In fact, he often slept with girls, which was okay with his boyfriend, Kevin. Kevin was a handsome black man, whom Donald had seduced away from his domineering wife. He now lived with a number of male roommates, but none were yet aware of their relationship. Not even Kevin's ex had any idea, which was for the best. Donald didn't want Kevin to lose his shirt in the divorce. The ex-wife only knew that Kevin had left her because he was tired of her bullshit.
Kevin was bisexual as well, so Donald and he had frequent female sex partners. They even had some threesomes, although they waited until the girls were gone to fool around with each other. Both of them leaned more toward women in terms of sex, as a matter of fact. It was simply that they loved each other in a way that superseded their normal tendencies. If they had been straight, that wouldn't have been possible, but it was, since they were bisexual.
Because they had such regular sex with each other, satisfied their desire for variety by taking women as casual partners, and didn't wish to expose their orientation to outsiders yet, Donald and Kevin agreed not to sleep with other men. They naturally wished to be more open in time, but Donald had a scholarship and Kevin had a gun shop. Many of Kevin's customers didn't approve of sodomy, though that was hardly a universal view. As for Donald, even the most liberal faculty members at Notre Dame might frown upon an openly bisexual student having a scholarship there, no matter how smart he might be. It was a Catholic college, after all.
Donald's family was of mixed faith, with a Jewish father and an Irish Catholic mother, but that didn't guarantee that either would tolerate his lifestyle. He simply limited his sexual relations with Kevin to the apartment, and even then they made sure that they were careful not to get caught fucking by the roommates.
Not long after he started his new job, his routine was disrupted by his sister's friend, Heather. She was a busty brunette, definitely not on the slender side, though she certainly wasn't fat. Katherine, Donald's older sister, was back to work her own summer job and pay her way through medical school. She had talked her best friend into joining her at the Larkins' house, since they would otherwise have to pay rent while trying to earn their tuition.
Donald naturally dreaded this arrival. If his sister, Kat, was anything to go by, her friend would be a ridiculously silly and prudish woman. How a medical student could be so immature and superstitious was a question that still confused him. It was an absolute enigma, in fact. He loved his sister, and she had good points, but he refused to blind himself to her flaws. She belonged to a circle of devoutly Catholic women and had no doubt planned to convert her own father to the Church, not to mention Donald, who had early professed a preference for his dad's religion.
She also regarded sex as something to be postponed until marriage, which especially irked Donald. She was sweet, but he feared for her future husband. Life would have to be tough on even the strictest Catholic man, waiting so long for what would almost certainly be inferior and infrequent (not to mention dull and monotonous) sex. A liberal Jew like Donald would see it as simply intolerable, not that his sister would ever marry one (unless she planned to convert him at some point, which he wouldn't put past her).
He was more than slightly shocked when he first met Heather. She wasn't a prude at all. For one thing, she didn't dress like his sister. Just how Kat ended up with a girlfriend like her was beyond his imagination. They were almost polar opposites. Katherine wore skirts, long dresses, and otherwise conservative clothes. Heather wore miniskirts, shorts, jeans, and bare midriffs, when she didn't have to dress for class at least. It was evident that nothing had changed his sister, but she clearly had a much more open-minded friend, at least as far a clothing was concerned.
"Donald, I presume? I'm Heather. Kat has told me a great deal about you, babe. She complains that you still haven't found a woman, though I point out that she hasn't found a man, either. People find love in their own time, don't they? Anyway, do you mind if I borrow your room to change? Kat's in her room and I don't feel like chatting while I get into something more comfortable. She's a great friend, but sometimes a little too talkative," she introduced herself without any embarrassment.
"Sure, go ahead. Nice to meet you. I wouldn't have thought that you were such a free spirit, being Kat's girlfriend and all. Don't worry, I'll resist the temptation to barge into my room and watch you change into something more comfortable," Donald teased her back, clearly reacting to the flirtation of this slightly older woman.
He found her use of the term "babe" and her suggestion of changing into even skimpier clothes (in his bedroom, no less) to be rather brazen attempts at sexual innuendo. Her choice of an outfit put her previous flirting and teasing to shame. If a bare midriff and torn, stonewashed jeans (with half of her panties showing in the back) weren't wild enough compared to her friend's taste, a pair of Daisy Dukes and a bikini top certainly fit that bill.
By then, Kat had already finished with her own undressing and started to introduce the two, only to find that they had already met each other. She was a little annoyed with her friend for wearing such scanty outfits around her brother, since she herself wore more "modest" culottes and a "respectable" shirt with plenty of undergarments. The many suggestive double entendres often went over her head, thankfully, since she would have been outraged by them.
It was a good thing that she never found out about the other form of flirting in which Heather engaged, as Donald discovered when he entered the room himself to change and found the real purpose of her changing in his bedroom. She had left her panties behind on his bed, which was a bald declaration of intent, if there ever was one. Having found in his sister's close friend a more sympathetic guest than he expected, he naturally decided not to snitch on her. Instead, he hid the panties in his drawer for a later "discussion" with the brunette.
When he returned to the living room, Kat was already gone, but Heather had stuck around for some reason. Apparently, his sister had decided that she wanted to shop at the nearest mall, but her girlfriend pleaded fatigue and avoided it. It was obvious to Donald that she wanted to be alone with him (his parents were out of the house for the weekend). It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she wanted from her host. Then again, he preferred such a direct manner of seduction. It was better than trying to decipher a girl's intent.
"Hey, Donald, do you have any stiff drinks? I could use a buzz right now. I'll share it with you, of course. I love being around guys, you know, not that women are bad, either," Heather spoke in her very charming voice.
