The Other Side of the Pillow

“Not a topic that I’m interested in, but I’ll take your word for it.”

His comment made me concerned so I asked, “You’re not homophobic, are you?”

“Absolutely not! Everyone should do them. I’m just not interes

ted in the lifestyle of transsexuals. Nothing against them, though.”

“Good, because Winsome is bisexual.”

“Your roommate?”

“Yes.”

Tevin had met Winsome when he came to pick me up. It was not going to go down any other way. Winsome had made it a point that if she did not finally meet him, she would give me hell when I got back.

Tevin shrugged. “Cool with me. So she’s involved with both a man and a woman?”

I giggled. “I wouldn’t say involved. I would say she is simply doing her. She’s more scared of putting her heart on the line than I am, but her issues are different.”

“Like what?”

“A lot of men get excited about her being bisexual because she can help them live out their fantasies. A lot of women don’t trust her because they think she’ll go chase after dick behind their backs. The truth is that being bisexual doesn’t automatically mean that you’ll always want to have your cake and eat it too. It means that you find something attractive and exciting about both.”

“Got you.” He paused and licked his lips. “Wait; whoa, back up. What exactly is a ‘situationship’?”

“It’s a word that I use to describe what I usually end up in. A situationship is like a relationship but one where there is so much outside bullshit, so many emotional hang-ups, and so much that will inevitably go wrong, that it ends up being a hot mess.”

“Are you saying you still expect something to go wrong with us?”

“I sure hope not.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds. He was probably trying to see if I was going to shut down on him suddenly, after he had made so much leeway with me. I was going to try my best not to do that. I wanted him, and not only in a sexual way. But I was still scared half to death to get my feelings hurt again.

“It’s getting chilly. Let’s go inside.” Tevin took my hand and led me inside.

Chapter Ten

“Love is when you look into someone’s eyes and see everything you need.”

—Unknown

Later that night, we had both showered in separate bathrooms and met back up in the living room of the yurt. Tevin had put our bags in different rooms to let me know that there was no pressure to sleep together. He had no idea that fucking him was definitely on my itinerary for the weekend.

“Don’t you look cute,” I teased, talking about his flannel pajamas.

I had on a black two-piece set that showed a little bit of boobies and accentuated my ass.

“I didn’t want to come out here like I usually sleep,” he said.

“And how is that?”

“Completely nude.”

I giggled as I sat Indian-style beside him on the sofa. “Aw, so you’re a ten-percenter.”

“What’s a ten-percenter?”

“That’s the percentage of people globally who tend to sleep naked.”