Coloring Outside The Lines - Sex Stories

Coloring Outside The Lines

... asserted.

"I should, but at the time I just wanted out quickly. And then there's the matter of actually talking to the stupid bitch."

Angel and I actually went on a few dates alone, and then I started inviting her daughter along to kid-friendly dates. Elinore was shy around me at first, until I actually got on the floor with her at her level. I had read that somewhere, and whoever wrote it was a damn genius. I instantly became her favorite adult, Angel told me. There were times when Angel and I were snuggled up on her sofa when Elinore would take one of my hands and tug on me until I got off the sofa and sat on the floor, at which point she'd crawl into my lap like a puppy and fall asleep. That really seemed to impress Angel, but I've got to admit I liked it, too.

Angel and I got along well, but we never discussed exclusivity. She had told me when we first started dating that she already had someone she was seeing occasionally. I didn't believe Angel and I were in it for the long haul, and since she was honest with me I had no problem with her continuing her other relationship.

You know the old saying about assumptions. Well, I just assumed that Angel's other relationship was with a man, whose name was Bobby. We never really discussed Bobby, the way I assumed she hadn't discussed me with him. About three months into our relationship, however, she mentioned that she and Bobby went out shopping for bikinis a couple of days earlier, and...

"Wait. What?" I said. ...

... "Bobby's a woman? B-o-b-b-i-e... not Bobbie as in Robert?"

"Well, yeah. Haven't I mentioned that before. Bobbie's a woman... a lesbian... and I'm bisexual. You sure we haven't talked about this before?"

I shook my head silently, and Angel suddenly started looking at her hands, her feet, anywhere but directly at me.

"Is that a problem, Oliver?" she got out barely above a whisper.

I really hadn't ever thought about something like that before. I've known bisexuals, but had never dated one before, that I was aware of anyway. It took me a minute to let that sink in before I realized that it made no difference in our relationship what gender the person in her other relationship was.

"I don't suppose so, unless she's really pretty. I think for the most part women are more pleasing to look at than guys, and if she's really pretty, then I'm going to suffer big-time by comparison. Should I be worried?" I asked.

"She is pretty, but I don't think you have to worry too much. You both literally bring different things to the table."

She giggled easily, which caused me to laugh.

"You sure I never told you before that I'm bi? I usually try to tell all my dates pretty early on so I don't mislead anybody. That usually gets feelings hurt," she said.

"So now are you going to be wondering what we do when we're out together? Are you that kind of a pig?"

"Nope. I never wanted to know what you two did together when I thought Bobbie was another man; makes no difference now ...