Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,59

and I can’t wait to do it again,” I said.

“Wait until you fuck him—or maybe you’ll want to be fucked,” Mike pointed out.

“Do you do both—fuck and get fucked?”

“Yeah, I’m what you’d call vers,” Mike explained. “You’ll never come harder than by having your prostate pounded with a cock in your ass.” Mike burst out laughing after his admission, and I joined him.

“I can’t believe we’re talking about getting fucked in the ass,” I said in hysterics.

“Me neither, but it feels good that you finally know,” he said.

“And now you know about me too,” I said.

“What are the odds we’d both be bisexual?” Mike asked.

“It’s probably more common than we think,” I said.

“Shit, if we’d known about each other back then, we could have fucked around.” Mike teased.

“Gross, you’re like my brother.”

“Then as your brother, I’m telling you to go wash the spunk off because all I can smell is Dallas’s jizz.”

My face turned bright red, and I quickly stood up to leave. “I’m teasing you, Fletch. Don’t run off because of that. I’m just happy we were able to talk about this.”

“So, we’re cool?” I asked.

“Better than cool,” Mike agreed.

“All right, then I am gonna go … clean up.” I smiled. “I’ll talk to you later.”

The relief I felt was palpable. It was like a two-hundred-pound weight had been lifted off my shoulders from that one conversation with Mike. I had no intention of flaunting the fact I was sucking face—and other body parts with Dallas in front of the other guys, but at least I no longer had to fear anything while I was at home. Mike was okay and had tons of his own experiences to share, which was interesting. I knew I now had him to ask questions if any cropped up. Just having someone else besides Dallas to talk to about what I was feeling was enormous.

I was still thinking about Dallas after I showered and got into bed and decided to send him a quick text message.

Me: Can’t wait to see you again.

A few seconds later Dallas replied.

Dallas: Me too. Is everything okay with Mike? Did he ask a million questions?

Me: It’s better than cool, and yes, he did ask about us, but it’s good. I’ll explain more later.

Dallas: I hope you have wet dreams about me.

Me: Mmm, I’d rather hold out for the real thing.

Dallas: The real thing is pretty fucking awesome!

Me: How’s your ego doing?

Dallas: I meant the two of us together is epic—not just me.

Me: You and your ego should get some rest.

Dallas: Smartass.

I was still grinning like a fool after I plugged my phone into the charger and shut off the bedside light. Dallas always made me feel so good about myself. Even a silly text exchange with him was fun. He made me look at life so differently because of his exuberant personality and had me believing that anything was possible if I worked hard. I wanted to be more outgoing like him, more approachable and comfortable in my own skin. I also hoped like hell he’d be with me while I tried to make this transformation.

Considering what I was choosing to do for a living, I needed to find a way to be at peace with who I’d discovered I was beneath the surface. I wasn’t ready to out myself to the world, but I wanted to at least allow my band and good friends to see me. I didn’t plan on making any kind of formal announcement. I honestly didn’t feel my sexuality was anyone’s business. I’d let them witness how I was with Dallas instead, and they could draw their own conclusions because I wasn’t going to hide what I had with him. I might be new at being bisexual, but I knew our connection was special and wanted to respect the importance of Dallas as a part of my life and to be public with our relationship.

I had Mike to thank for all of this. Talking with him soothed the restlessness I’d been feeling inside. He gave me a sense that I could handle whatever came at me in the months ahead, whether it was band-related or with Dallas.

Chapter Nineteen

Two days before we were scheduled to leave for Rocktoberfest, we got an incredible surprise at the rehearsal studio. I knew something was up right after we arrived for practice because I could see how excited the equipment team was as they worked around us. Loading crates with our band equipment and hauling the big plastic