Black Woman Loves Bisexual Man

Hey, there. My name is Abigail Shay. A six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, absolutely stunning and dark-skinned young Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I've got some terrific news to share with you. Drum roll please! I seduced my formerly gay best friend Robert Gory and helped him discover there's more to life than chasing guys. Yeah, he found out the fun way that hooking up with a female every now and then can be good for him. He now identifies as bisexual, and we're fuck buddies. And I'm having the time of my life. Seriously, life simply couldn't be better.

I've known Robert Gory ever since our days at Brockton Community High School. It was hard not to know him back then. At six-foot-four and two hundred and thirty pounds, he seemed genetically engineered to be a great athlete. The offspring of an African-American father and a German-American mother. His parents, James Gory and Bathilda Steinberg met while attending the University of Massachusetts, during the early 1980s. They got married, and produced him. The light-skinned, gray-eyed and curly-haired, handsome Black guy I fell in love with.

I didn't think perfect men existed before I met him. Robert Gory was tall, good-looking and smart. I'm talking about Genius-level smart. Also, he was funny, warm and friendly. A great athlete and a terrific student who always earned straight A's in his advanced placement classes. He was always accompanied by his buddies, a group of tall young Black and Hispanic men from the Football and Basketball teams. I'm the first female to play Varsity Football for Brockton Community High School. Had a tough time convincing my father, Richard Shay, to let me play. He played Football for the High School back in the day. My brother Jack played all four years of H.S. before he went on to play for Endicott College. Yet Dad didn't want me to play. The only person who made me feel welcome on the team was Robert. And he didn't do it to patronize me, or out of political correctness. He did it because he's a friendly guy who believes in giving people a chance before judging them. I'd never met a man like that before.

Robert was awesome, folks. I grew up playing Football with my dad and my older brother, so I knew what's what. However, varsity football was a whole different game from backyard football with the guys in my neighborhood. Robert worked with me, and taught me a lot about the game. Folks, pretty soon I was smitten with him. Seriously. He was insanely hot. He was probably smarter than frigging Einstein, though he'd never say that. And he was a good guy, too. A lot of the chicks at the school wanted him but I had greater access to the legendary Robert Gory than they did because we played for the same team. I think I played as hard as I did because I wanted to impress Bobby. I'm the only person he lets call him that, by the way.

Yeah, I remember the day I got seriously injured when we played against Boston College High School. We lost the game, but I got carried off on civvies as the crowd from the City of Champions cheered my name. I went home to a hero's welcome. And guess who came to visit me at the hospital? Bobby himself. And he brought me my favorite video game, Halo, instead of dumb-ass flowers. Isn't he great? I was in love with Bobby, and determined to have him for myself. With my leg broken, I couldn't play football for the rest of the season but I attended every game. I rode on the bus with the guys. And I cheered them on louder than anyone else, except maybe Bobby's mother. She's the loudest woman I've ever met.

I didn't know how to go about asking Bobby out. I mean, every chick at the school wanted him. The picture-perfect tall Black stud who was captain of the football team and, academically speaking, one of the top-ranked students in our class. I mean, what chick wouldn't want him? Unless they're gay, already in a relationship or just plain stupid. I often wondered how come I never saw Bobby with any females. When talking to the gals at school, he was polite and friendly. I'm the only one he ever really talked to. And I noticed he looked uncomfortable when his buddies talked about females. At the time, I thought it was because he's such a polite gentleman. The guys at Brockton Community High School, and most of the chicks, have really big mouths. They brag about everyone they've ever done. How many "she's got a huge booty" and "he's got a giant prick" type of stories can you listen to everyday before you get bored?

I thought my Bobby was a guy with taksim escort infinite class. The kind of man who holds out for someone decent instead of tapping every booty that comes calling. And he deserved to be with a gal who was fine, and smart, and someone who understood him. A girl who would be good to him. Not one of those hussies I see around the school. Black, White, Hispanic, Cape Verdean or Latina, they all throw themselves at guys like they're desperate. So I decided to seduce Bobby. I thought I could get it done. After all, I knew him better than anybody else at the school. Sometimes, he came by my house on Ash Street to hang out. We watched TNA Wrestling in my basement, and discussed our favorite shows, Smallville, Supernatural and Law