Nothing: she wants her next sexual experience to be with another girl

Soon as we were alone, it took her all of five seconds to deduce what my real intentions were.

“I’m sorry,” she sighed, “but I think I’ve decided that the next person I’m gonna be with needs to be a girl.”

“But—but—I thought we had a really good time together last week!”

“We did! And you helped me shake off all that horrible tension! It was keeping me so wound up, I couldn’t even think for two seconds about what it was I really wanted. This whole bisexuality thing is a huge deal to me, and I need to go for it. The easy thing would be for me to just ignore it for now and go back to dating guys like I always did—but then I don’t know if I’ll ever have the guts to really try it out. And even if I do pursue it in college or whatever, it would be way too easy to just never tell my parents, which would be awful on all kinds of levels.”

I guess I understood, but sometimes it sucks being the understanding one. When Talia left I was still so horny I wanted to die. The frustration had become unbearable. After a lifetime with almost no sexual experience, I had suddenly and without warning stepped into a world of never-ending arousal and no less than four gorgeous sexual partners in the space of a month. For a few weeks, I had gotten constant sex, and then it all just went away. Now that I knew what I had been missing all those years, it was **** to go without.

My dreams that night were an all-out **** of wild sexual images.