“But it’s just fun,” Alyssa asserted matter-of-factly, “that’s all. Fooling around with other girls doesn’t make me bisexual any more than m**********g with a vibrator makes me vibratorsexual or than having you f**k me with a cucumber that one time in the kitchen makes me cucumbersexual.” She smirked. “I’m heterosexual—so are you.”
“W-w-well, sure,” attempted Brad, “but it turns you on to make out with other girls. But I—” He bit his lip. His face felt warm. He was acutely conscious of the taste of semen in his mouth and, far worse, the feel of another man’s engorged erection still tingling upon his poor revolted lips. “I don’t want to…”
Alyssa sighed. “Well, I guess maybe the parallel does break down there,” she admitted. “So you don’t want to suck c**k,” she shrugged. “That’s okay, tho
