no bet

Oliver chuckled, taking another drag of the spliff and passing it back to Tori. “Surprisingly enough, I need your advice Tor” Tori’s legs swung as she swiveled into an upright position to look at Oliver with curious green eyes. Unsure of how to put any of this delicately, Oliver decided the naked truth was the way to go. “I fucked; well, I got fucked by Simon last night at the Madhouse.” Tori’s mouth was a shocked “o”, Oliver continued “I don’t know what caused it exactly, but he was teasing me as usual before something in me snapped.” Oliver went on to share all the savory details, Tori’s shock evolving into rapt, delighted, attention.

“I sucked his cock Tor, and I loved it, I loved the taste of him. I begged him to fuck me on a table, I begged him to cum inside me.” Recounting the various positions and ways in which Simon had claimed him brought a flush to his face, but Oliver soldiered on “It was amazing, and I want to feel conflicted Tor but I don’t, I want to do it again.” Oliver paused, **** on his words “but I still like women? I just- I didn’t expect it- I-I- I just… I don’t know what to think.”

Rising from the armchair, Tori gently pushed Oliver down onto the bed and straddled him. Looking down from her vantage point, she eyed Oliver, weighing her words. “Ollie, I was fourteen when I realized that the way I liked girls wasn’t the way my friends liked each other… I was sixteen before I was brave enough to kiss one for the first time. Everyone should get to go at their own pace, and all joking aside I am really happy for you.” She leaned her body down, squeezing Oliver in a hug. Resuming her straddle she paused a moment, “I mean, think of it this way- now you’ve got twice the options- hell fuck the binary, you’ve got infinite options.” Tori retrieved the spliff from the ashtray, passing it to Oliver after a long inhale.