My name is Brad. I know, the name sounds either gay or preppy. But, I'm single and have a busy work schedule. So I don't get to meet wild women, engage in sex orgies or the like. I just have time for occasional sex.
Besides; I sort of like men. Oh, I like women too, but I'll be honest, I've fucked just one man steady since college. I think I'm just too lazy to find a woman or another man for that matter, but it's worked out. It's been convenient and works for me, okay?
His name is Tom. We met in college. We had our first same-sex experience at a drunken frat party one night. We've had on and off, man on man sex ever since. It's very intense and there are no strings. With women you have to take time to build up a relationship first. Again, I don't have the time.
It was great the first three years, but then he started seeing some girl and our sex just dropped off dramatically. Well, to be honest, he would see girls and I was just a side thing for his kinky fantasies. He has more time on his hands than I do. It works for me.
So for the past six months I just have to take what I can get. Tom says I should find a girl too, but like I said, I work hard, but I'm lazy in the relationship department. Being bi-sexual may seem great, but it has its problems.
Things changed one night after work though. I work in a securities trading firm and stay late a lot. Many times I'm the last to leave, but one night the light was on in Jill's office. As I walked by I saw her touching tissue paper to her eyes.
"You okay, Jill?"
"Yes. I'm fine." She said.
"You don't look fine."
She looked at me with a cross between the cliché of puppy-dog eyes but mixed with a look that could kill. Jill and I had offices next to each other and talked a lot; although we didn't pry into each other's personal lives very much. Well, maybe just a little, 'cause she's cute and we get along. Nevertheless, she started to speak then shook her head.
"Go ahead, Jill. Get it off your chest. What gives?" I closed the door and stood in front of her desk.
"You're gay, right?" she said.
"Jill, just 'cause you are the only one in the office that knows I've had a relationship with a guy a few years, doesn't mean..."
"Brad, that makes you gay."
"I like women."
"So you can go out with anyone you want. Not just men, but women too. Nothing to tie you down."
"What's that got to do with you sitting here late, crying? Come on, Jill I'm your friend."
She dabbed her eyes again. She was incredibly beautiful, especially when she was upset. Dark brunette hair, oval face, soft eyes, full lips and a slender body that had a sleek model appearance with long legs that put a sexy form to the black business outfit with matching skirt she wore.
"Just between us girls?"
"Okay, if you want me to put on my gay ears, fine." I said.
"My boyfriend asked me to marry him."
"Jill, that's great." I said.
"No, not necessarily. We fell in love quickly and things are moving fast. I just don't know if I'm ready to settle down."
"Come on, Jill. I thought that's every girls dream."
Jill looked up at me. I hoped she didn't see me staring at her cleavage that pushed against her plunging neckline of her blouse. I was then self conscious of my own appearance and straightened my dress shirt and tie.
Not that I worried. It was just that Jill looked as if she was staring through me. Her eyes were penetrating. I wasn't worried because I did stay in shape. Heck, Tom seemed to like my biceps and pectorals I'd developed at the gym, my firm abdomen from sit-ups, my toned legs from daily runs before work and a decent tan from the tanning bed.
