Ginger Fox

“Are you bisexual?” I adjust my sunglasses on my face, bringing my hand back under my chin, not hiding my curiosity.
I turn my face towards Baby and watch her stretched out on the lounger, adjusting the side of her white bikini with red polka dots, sunbathing by the pool. It was past ten in the morning when Baby came into my room inviting me to sunbathe with her. I tried to make an excuse to stay in bed, claiming that I had only brought a bikini and that Lira hadn’t delivered the laundry yet. It wasn’t a lie, just convenient for my laziness. Not that I didn’t like sunbathing, but I felt my body was too jelly-like from the overload of sex I had last night, and I doubted I could risk going out of bed without the danger of embarrassment. Baby didn’t give me a chance to stick to my excuses. She smiled, took her hand from behind her back, and waved a tiny yellow bikini in her fingers, smiling at me. I laughed, rubbing my embarrassed forehead, not because I lost my excuse, but because I had never had friends to share things with, had never borrowed anything from anyone, and probably my mother would scold me for accepting to wear another woman's lingerie. But after the bodily hydration of cum my skin received last night, borrowing a bikini is the least of it.
I don’t even remember much about how I returned to the mansion, only that when I woke up, I wasn’t the same woman who had arrived here. It didn’t go as planned, and it wasn’t my intention. Maybe I got brave because of the champagne glasses and wanted to explore my curiosity, to be satisfied. But the truth is, I enjoyed it. I had kissed a woman, been devoured by her, had a cock between my legs, fucking me hard and firm, and a second penis that tortured me for hours, only to be bathed in so much cum from the masked men who jerked off on me that I spent a long time under the shower getting everything off my body and out of my hair. But what fascinates me the most is that I have Baby, her friendship, complicity, and company.
“I’ve always been. I love women, I adore their shapes, the silhouette of their breasts, their clothes, and the scent of their skin. Just as I love having a man deep inside me, the smell of sweat, his heavy hands…” She turns her face towards me, stretching her arm to caress my back. “They’re like desserts, and I like to try them all.”
“Desserts?”
“Yes, delicious desserts. Some people enjoy lemon mousse, others like cakes. I love eating both.” I think I’ve never heard a theory like that, and Baby talks so naturally about it that her justification seems simple.
“I like cake, but I also like chocolate. Do you think I’m bi then?” I ask, confused, thinking that the same desire I felt for Baby doesn’t change my attraction to men.
Baby laughs, letting out a loud laugh and shakes her head negatively.
“No, Gim, you’re just curious. And that’s what makes you special.”
“I don’t think Tom would use that term for me,” I sigh slowly, turning my face to the side and resting my cheeks on my arms to look at her better.
“He’s an idiot,” she retorts angrily, looking at me with affection. “Did that fool send you any messages?”
“Yes,” I reply, disheartened at the thought of Tom’s betrayal. Even though I blocked him, Tom got another number and sent me countless messages. I found it amusing how he started.
“It’s not what you’re thinking…”
“She’s just a work friend.”
“You’re being immature, not acting like a woman should.”
“I’m not going to apologize for something I didn’t do.”
“I swear it wasn’t serious.”
“Think of us, everything we’ve been through.”
“Gim, my love, please reply.”
“It was just a casual fling.”
“DAMN IT, reply!”
“Gim, I love you. We’re engaged, remember? Forgive me, please.”
“You know what, you don’t deserve me, you never valued me!”
“Love, please just tell me you forgive me. I love you.”
And so on went his messages. But the only thing they made me feel was sadness, for being so disloyal to myself for so many years, with a fool.
“Honestly, I don’t see myself marrying a guy who doesn’t like eating pussy.” This time, I’m the one laughing, at how Baby puts it. “Poor other woman who got a fool like Tom.”
I imagine how a meeting between Tom and Baby would go. He’d probably look at her discreetly, as he always does when I’m around. I think he’d be uncomfortable with Baby’s free-spirited nature, feeling pressured by a decisive woman like her, who has no filter in her speech, only to end up saying she’s not a good friend.
“Actually, he used to say it was…”
“Inappropriate pussy,” Baby finishes the sentence, making us both laugh again.
Poor Robert, who is a few meters away from us, shakes his head in disgust, making us cover our mouths while we laugh.

“I think he heard the part about pussy,” I whisper to her through my laughter, swinging my legs.
“Fuck it! Now tell me,” Baby sighs calmly, removing her sunglasses to look at me. “How did it feel to try various desserts?”
I smile sideways at her and nibble on my lips gently. Every part of my body is exhausted, muscles that have never been used are sore, and there's a deep bite mark on my leg, but I still feel wonderfully well, like I’ve never felt before.
“Alive…” I whisper to her, recalling how it felt to be so intensely overwhelmed by that unknown man, as if he knew the deepest desire of my being. Just the memories are enough to make my body hyperventilate. “Baby, it was two men who penetrated me, right? Even with all those others, only two entered my body?”
She blinks rapidly, nodding her head in confirmation.
“Why? Did they hurt you?” Her tone turns anxious as she looks at me with concern.
“No, they didn’t hurt me. Actually, I’d say they completed me.” I lift my head to pull one of my arms, taking off my sunglasses. “It’s strange, isn’t it? I must seem like a fool, but I felt whole for the first time in my life…”
Baby remains silent, looking at me without showing any reaction to the foolishness I spoke. She lowers her sunglasses, hiding her eyes behind the lenses. She stretches her arms beside her body. I lay my face back down on my arms, not knowing what else to say, letting the silence grow between us.
“I’m sure they felt the same way too, Gim.”
I look at her, seeing her body soaking up the sun. Baby is exotic, so beautiful with her unique features, long legs, and a firm ass that would make a CrossFit enthusiast jealous. A distant shadow, walking across the poolside toward the garage, catches my attention. It's a young guy in khaki shorts and a white polo. As if he knew I was looking at him, his hand comes out of his pocket and waves at me. I bite my mouth with disgust, aversion, and the purest form of rancor I feel towards Bob.
“Baby, I need to tell you something,” I whisper to her, not taking my eyes off the creep.
I need to tell someone what’s happening with Jon, someone who will listen to me and not just silence me, like Mrs. Lorane does.
“What?”
“Baby, I know it might sound crazy, but I think someone…”
Hysterical screams coming from the mansion cut off my words. We both turn towards it. Through the large open window, I can see the exact moment Lorane throws a vase on the floor, shattering it. The elegant woman, out of control, raises her red face, glaring at us with fury from the edge of the pool. I feel directly the hatred consuming her. Maybe she’s angry because I accepted Baby’s invitation; I don’t know if I wasn’t supposed to come to the pool, I just wanted to pass the time until Jon arrives. I move my arms to lift my body, but Baby is already standing, touching my shoulder. My friend’s cheerful face from moments ago is now as closed as a mask of ice, almost as cold as Mr. Roy’s.