I wasn't a very good looking kid. I'll just be honest, as far as 18 year olds go, I didn't have it in the looks department. I was neither skinny nor fat, just average with a little extra stomach size. I was short, with a round face, tousled brown hair, and glasses. In other words, I was a classic nerd/geek. I didn't have many friends, and now that I had transferred to a new high school in the city, I had even fewer. And girlfriends? Forget it! Most girls didn't even look at me, all 5'6" inches of average-ness. To be fair though, the friends I did have were pretty good chums. It wasn't that I was shy and an introvert, but my previous school had mostly consisted of jocks, and I certainly wasn't a part of that crowd. So my friends would sit together and we'd joke and talk about the latest video game or sports event or science fair. It wasn't so bad really, and I'm not complaining. By the way, my name's John. But sometimes I wished I was something more than just average. I wanted to be noticed, just a little, by those pretty girls. And…okay, time to let you in on a big secret: I was just a little bi. Yes, bisexual. I definitely wasn't gay, I mean I was far more interested in girls than guys. But there was this one jock, Brian. He was a little older than me and super athletic. Short cut black hair, broad shoulders and narrow hips, muscular arms, chiseled jaw…and well, I found myself sometimes fantasizing about sharing a bed with him.
