I had known I was bisexual since High School. I was always torn between the need to have a strong, muscular man take me into his arms and the desire to caress a woman’s soft, supple form. In college, I never had a preference as far as relationships were concerned, but it seemed that all of my steady unions had been with men. I was always frank and upfront from the beginning with them about my bisexuality and my need to occasionally be with a woman. I was young and I wasn’t ready to belong to any one person completely. Some guys could handle it and others viewed it as challenge to purge me of my lesbian tendencies. I love men, but some of them are such macho pigs.

My latest boyfriend, Ed, was open and understanding. He pretended to be nonchalant about the whole situation, but I think he was hoping to be invited to watch at some point. Ed was able to hide his kinkiness under a thin veneer of normalcy with his friends, but I knew better.

One afternoon, Ed and I decided to catch our school’s soccer game. I hated to watch sports, but Ed loved soccer. When the game was at its most heated, I made my escape.

“Ed, I’m going to run to the bathroom and grab a soda from the refreshments stand.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” Ed never even looked at me. He was intently focusing on the game.

“Aww, Fuck.” He stomped his feet and shook his hands violently. With my limited understanding of the game, I assumed someone on our team had made a dumb move and cost us a point.

I knew the game would go on for at least another hour before our team lost as usual and that Ed wouldn’t notice my absence until then. I made my way out of the bleachers, enjoying the brisk air and vibrant blue of the fall skies. Nature was alive and I didn’t want to be stuck in an amphitheatre with a bunch of disgruntled soccer fans.

Our college prided itself on having beautiful walking trails and gardens. I remembered one of them was a short distance from where the game was and I made up my mind to have some time alone. I walked along the path until I found a quiet spot with a large cement bench in an alcove. The seat was at the bottom of a small ravine under an arched stone bridge tucked away amongst ivy vines and camellia bushes. Sitting there I enjoyed listening to the birds singing and the rustle of the scarlet and orange leaves in the trees. The sounds had lulled me into a meditative state and I didn’t hear her as she approached.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there. I’ll . . .” It was Jenny Wilkes from my Biology class.

“Forget about it. No worries.” I motioned for her to stay.

Jenny was standing in front of me looking nervous. She was as shy as she was beautiful. She also had one of nicest figures I had ever seen. She was tiny, no more than 5’0” and maybe 100 pounds soaking wet, but her body had curves in all the right places. Her physical form, with its petite breasts and round backside, was what kept me awake during Biology.

Her timid manner was making her breathe slightly heavier than normal and it was causing her bosom to faintly heave. I was turned on by both her luscious frame and her seeming obliviousness to the effect she was having on me. Women who were unaware of their beauty had always held an appeal for me. It was a challenge to convince them of their attractiveness by showing them how much I desired them. It rarely worked completely, but it was fun trying.

“You want to sit down?” I asked.

She nodded her head and sat on the bench with me.

“Its so peaceful out here,” she said, looking in every direction except mine.

“Yeah, it is. I came out here to get away from the game.”

“Me too,” she said staring at her feet.

“I left my boyfriend back at the game. I doubt he’s even noticed I left.”

I could tell by looking at her profile her face fell at the mention of the word boyfriend.

“I guess I should get going . . ..”

She stood up to go as if afraid of some thought she had had and changed her mind about.

“You just got here.” I reached to put my hand on her arm.

She turned to look at me. I could see in her eyes shyness mingled with a need to indulge her desires. I stood up and placed a kiss on her lips. She gasped and stepped back. A look of shock flashed in her eyes but it was quickly replaced by an eager gleam.

Jenny pulled me close and returned my kiss. I could tell she was unsure of the situation so I took the lead by gently parting her lips with my tongue. I slowly rolled it around her mouth as she moaned in pleasure. We sat back on the bench and I began to undress her.

Even though we were in a secluded spot under the bridge, there was the chance of a passerby happening upon us or someone on the bridge hearing us. The fear of discovery only excited us more and heightened our need.

As I removed her clothes, I became more and more turned on by her, and I could feel my cunt moistening. Her nipples were already erect from the chill of the autumn air and gooseflesh dotted the landscape of her skin. I laid her back onto the bench and the cold cement caused her to shudder. I lay on top of her, wanting to keep her warm and to pleasure us both.

I began to suck her breast, tracing her areola with my tongue, while I placed my hand over her other breast and kneaded the flesh with my fingers. I rubbed up against her clit with my groin, slowly at first, but moving faster as the need became more intense. Her dampness soaked into the front of my pants.

I could feel her juices through the fabric, they were warm and I longed to taste them. I slid a finger inside of her and pulled it back out. My finger was drenched in her nectar as I placed it to my lips and licked it off.

She pulled my hand to her mouth and searched my finger for any traces of herself I had missed. She sucked my finger like a phallus. The sensation was intoxicating. My hips moved in unison with her hers, our clits rubbing furiously against each other. Jenny pulled me back down on top of her, burying my face in her breasts. I moaned and nibbled them, pinching their luscious firmness with my teeth, before moving to kiss her.

The kiss was dreamy as our tongues danced in our mouths. We melted into each other. My juices were soaking through my thong and I could feel their slipperiness on my thigh. Jenny reached her hand around my back and slipped her hand down my pants.

I gasped with pleasure as she circled the opening of my ass with her fingernail, her free hand digging into to my cheek to press me harder against her. Her finger slid inside of my butt. The movement caused my body to convulse in ecstasy, at once painful and erotic.

“Ummm. . . Oh God. That’s wonderful,” I groaned and moved my pussy so hard against hers I was certain I would push her clit back inside of her.

“Uhh,” she moaned pushing her cunt back to mine.

Our bodies were struggling with each other trying to force the other into a satisfying submission. It was Jenny who came first, her back arching as it surrendered to a wave of pleasure. As her cum dripped between us and soaked into the cement bench, I climaxed, unable to hold back from the release. It was as if I had been set ablaze. My cunt was enveloped by a shooting warmth that coursed through my body and left me trembling.

I collapsed on top of her as she stroked my hair. After, Jenny was dressed, we kissed good- bye. I was sad to see her leave, but I knew I had to get back to the game before Ed noticed how long I was gone. I was checking myself for any out of place articles of clothing when I heard a noise in the bushes.

“Who’s there?” I tried to make my voice sound fierce and stern realizing I was alone at dusk in a deserted garden.

Bushes cracked with the weight of movement and the person moved towards me. I was about to scream as loud as I could when I saw it was Ed.

“Its o.k. It’s just me.”

“Ed, you scared the crap out of me.”

“I’m sorry. I was worried and I went looking for you.”

I looked down to see his fly was unzipped.

“Did you enjoy the show?” I asked.

“You mean the game? No, we lost. It was a travesty.”

“No, I mean the show. Your fly is undone.” I tugged at the zipper to close the gapping hole. His fly was wet with spilled cum.

Ed opened his mouth but no words came out as he turned several shades of red.

‘It’s o.k. Hope you enjoyed it. I know I did.”

‘I guess I’ve been caught red handed,” he said.

“Yeah, me too.”

The two of us shared a smile, put our arms around each other, and headed back to the dorms.