A Bisexual Journey – Chapter 4 – Yet Another BIG Surprise

DARK Submission: A Bisexual Journey – Chapter 4 – Yet Another BIG Surprise

I picked Ashley up at her apartment for church and told her the whole Troy and Eve story as I drove us to the church. Once I was done, she said, “You’re bullshitting me.”

“I’m one hundred percent telling you the truth,” I countered, putting up my hand and adding, “scout’s honor.”

“I can’t fucking believe it. She is such a prim and proper girl, although Troy doesn’t surprise me,” she said.

She knew Eve from church and Troy from watching many of the school’s basketball games.
“Why do you say that?” I asked.

“Well, Troy is commanding on the court and comes from an upper class family of entitlement, in many ways he is flipping traditional racism on its head,” Ashley said, going all Freudian on me.

“How so?” I asked, curious as I continued driving.

“Racism has been around for centuries, white over black, now that equality is in vogue, the kids of entitled black families want to show their power, and dominating a white girl from another family of privilege would be a power trip, don’t you think?”

“I suppose so, but nothing is that black and white,” I retorted.

“Pun intended,” she laughed, “but it is that simple. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.”

“Now you’re quoting Shakespeare on me?” I teased.

“So now what?” She asked.

“I have no idea,” I answered, realizing I really had no idea how I would face Eve or Troy when the time came.

“I can’t deny it, the idea of them is kind if a turn on,” Ashley said, as I pulled into the parking lot.

“I was too stunned to even begin to think of it that way,” I lied.

“Sure, sure,” she purred, giving my cock, semi-erect in my trousers, a squeeze.

After adjusting my cock, I got out of the car, took Ashley’s hand in mine and headed into church.

As fate would have it, Eve was walking out from a side office directly towards us. Her face was ruby red and she was avoiding eye contact until Ashley, being Ashley, stopped her.

“Good morning, Eve,” Ashley greeted, stepping in front of her.

Eve looked up, her face literally glistening, specs of white goo in her hair, perhaps another may have dismissed it as sweat, but I knew better. Eve stammered, “G-g-good morning, Ms. Grisham, Mr. Jarvis.”

“You look rather flushed,” Ashley said, noticing what I had noticed.

“I am not feeling well, I was just going to the washroom,” Eve explained, her face so red with embarrassment I thought she might pass out.

“Well don’t let us stop you,” Ashley said, before adding, “By the way, Eve you have something on your blouse.”

“Oh God,” she gasped and hurried away from us and down the hallway.

“That was very mean, Ashley,” I said with a smirk.

“And you loved it,” she said, squeezing my hand.

I thought the most bizarre thing to ever happen to me was Ashley saying she wanted to see me sucking a cock, but that was topped when I accidentally caught Eve sucking off Troy in the boy’s locker room. Yet that too was outdone when Rhianna, Troy’s sister, walked out of the same room from which Eve had just scurried. The realization hit me that the glistening on Eve’s face was Rhianna’s pussy juice. Before I could say a word, my head spinning with another stunning development in the secret life of Eve Rose, Rhianna walked towards us.

“No way,” Ashley said, as she came to the same realization as me, that the shine on Eve’s face was Rhianna’s pussy juice.

“I thought that was cum,” I whispered, the sticky white goo in her hair was surely cum.

“Hi, Coach, Ma’am,” Rhianna greeted, her usual well-mannered self. Like her brother, she is a vocal leader. A co-captain cheerleader she has large breasts and a J-Lo bubble butt, she is easily one of the most attractive students at our school.

“Hello, Rhianna,” I greeted.

“Please, call me Ashley, my mother is Ma’am,” Ashley said, hating any inferences that she is old…which at twenty-six she isn’t.

“Of course,” Rhianna smiled.

“Your look flushed,” Ashley pointed out, stirring the pot, trying to confirm our hypothesis.

“I was just showing Eve a few things,” she answered, not realizing that, knowing what we knew, we didn’t miss her innuendo.

Ashley, sly as a fox, quipped back, “Yes, I’m sure she drained you.”

I had to hold in a laugh at Ashley’s rather blunt response.

Rhianna, still unaware we suspected Eve had just ate her out, replied, “It’s very rewarding to show someone their place on a team.”

I couldn’t resist. “That’s very generous of you, Rhianna.”

Rhianna shrugged, looking directly at Ashley as she said it, “As head cheerleader, it’s my privilege to instruct.”

Ashley’s face went red as Rhianna implied something that we were not supposed to catch, but clearly did. Ashley stammered just a bit, “I-um,” before looking at me with her mischievous smile as she recovered relatively gracefully, “I-um-don’t think I’ve seen you in action before. I’d love to correct that oversight.”

Rhianna was taken aback at that, now unsure if we got her double entendres. She, too, recovered quickly, “I’m not sure you would approve of my methods they are a bit…unorthodox and I wouldn’t want to offend your sensibilities.”

Ashley, really into it now, answered, “Oh, you would be surprised; I am VERY open-minded and IMPOSSIBLE to offend.”

My cock got hard as the eighteen year old black beauty in her tight fitting blue dress and beige pantyhose (thigh highs maybe if she was just serviced by Eve) was trading sexual innuendo barbs with my girlfriend, who had just recently implied that she has had at least one, assumedly more than one, lesbian encounters in the past.

“Well maybe we can chat more about this, another time Ashley?” Rhianna offered.

“I look forward to it,” Ashley replied, not backing down.

“Until then,” Rhianna smiled, turned to me her smile seemingly amused, “Enjoy the service, Coach.”

“You too,” I barely got out, my lower head doing all my thinking.

As soon as Rhianna walked away, another surprise hit us as Troy too sauntered out of the same office Eve had left earlier and he walked towards us.

“Well, that explains everything, doesn’t it?” Ashley said, just before Troy reached us.

“Hi, Coach,” he said, oblivious to our knowledge, of what had been going on in that office, even as the image of his cock in Eve’s mouth popped into my head.

“Did you go out and celebrate Friday’s victory,” I asked.

“Not really,” he shrugged, “we haven’t really won anything yet.”

“I like that attitude, Troy,” I said, his winning focus similar to mine when I was a player.

“You didn’t do anything to celebrate your victory,” Ashley asked, digging for information.

“Nothing out of the ordinary,” he shrugged.

Ashley glanced down subtly at the unmistakable bulge in Troy’s pants before replying, “Well we expect big things from you, Troy, big, big things.”

Troy, flirting back, quipped, “I never disappoint.”

Breaking the growingly awkward conversation, Troy’s big cock refusing to leave my head, I said, “See you at practice tomorrow.”

“Of course,” he nodded, before adding, “It’s always a pleasure Ms. Grisham.”

“I’m not an old woman, Troy, please call me Ashley,” my girlfriend said.

“Sure thing, Ashley,” he smiled, as he left.

As soon as he was out of ear shot I said, “He was flirting with you.”

“He is quite the player,” Ashley quipped back, implying the double meaning of the term player.

“That he is?” I replied as we walked into the house of worship.

I watched Eve in the choir, the image of her hungrily bobbing on Troy’s big black cock refusing to leave my head, I listened to her father preach about resisting temptation, the irony obvious to him as his Eve had submitted to Troy’s temptation unconditionally. I glimpsed across the church to Troy listening intently with his family, a slightly smug smile on his face throughout the sermon. Obviously not listening, sitting beside Troy was Rhianna who kept glancing over our way, as if sizing up her next prey…my girlfriend.

I began to wonder if Ashley was turned on by Rhianna’s flirting or if she knew she was being checked out all service; I also wondered if she was right about her philosophy on Troy’s dominant personality; his father is a big contributor to the church and a very prominent surgeon; his mother is also a doctor, albeit part time, a very influential person in the community, a member of our school’s PTA and the leader of the basketball booster’s club. The Brown’s also have three more children: away at college out east was the eldest Latisha (whom I had only met once), at community college in town is the oldest brother Jamal (another great basketball player, playing and getting a degree in film) and DeDreana is the youngest in tenth grade (also a basketball player, playing on the girl’s junior varsity team).

The more I thought about it, the stranger I found the whole Eve and Troy thing was; if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes I would have never believed it…but I had seen it and I couldn’t get it out of my head.

After the service, Ashley and I were chatting with fellow parishioners, many giving congratulations for our big win on Friday and wishing me luck on our state finals tournament. When Mr. Brown walked over, his beautiful wife’s arm wrapped around his, and said, “Well done, Coach, you really got the boys playing to a whole higher level of team work.”

“Thanks,” I shrugged, “they really have begun to gel as a team. Of course, your boy has been pretty instrumental in our journey to the state championship tournament.”

“He works hard, but he has definitely needed a coach who could push him and not take any of his guff?” Mr. Brown remarked.

“He has been a complete team player,” I responded, which was true. Troy was without a doubt the best player on our team, but he was also a natural leader, understanding how to best involve his teammates to maximize the team’s chances to be successful. Not many players grasped it as well as he did, at any age.

“Well, keep it up, Coach,” Mr. Brown said, patting my back, “Let’s get that darn trophy here after all these years.”

“That is the goal,” I agreed.

Once gone, Ashley pulled me towards the exit, “Do you think Troy gets his dominance from Andre?”