“Alex,” Lisa said, “Janice and I both like boys and girls. We are what you would call bisexual and we are close friends if you get what I mean.”

She came back then dressed in green hospital scrubs, top and bottoms. She looked comfortable, her hair dry and brushed and was smiling knowing that my eyes were glued to her breasts flowing back and forth inside the scrub shirt. My pulse rose quickly as my cock stiffened a bit in my pants. “You must like me,” she said, “or is that a big pickle in your shorts.” She had a wide grin when she said it.