“Mwen renmen gade porno ki gen gason ki fe afe avek gason, I like watching pornos where guys fuck guys,” Astrid Jean-Baptiste said with a grin. Quite the conversation starter on a first date, to be sure. Mere seconds ago, Astrid rummaged through her purse while looking for something, and her handsome and well-dressed date Jean Duchene glimpsed the gay porn mag she’d apparently been reading. Of course, he had to ask about it and of course she answered. An awkward silence reigned over their table afterwards…

“Intriguing,” Jean Duchene replied, trying to keep his cool. When Jean’s paternal aunt Jacqueline Duchene set him up on a date with Astrid, he wasn’t sure what to expect. This was totally out of the blue and not what he wanted or needed right now. Jean is, by all accounts, a perfect exemplar of the modern Haitian American male. Born in the environs of Miami, Florida, to Haitian immigrant parents, Jean is the son of two worlds. This is something his parents, schoolteacher Marie-Ange Dumont and accountant Leonel Duchene don’t fully figure out. Jean is a man of mystery.

A lot of Haitian parents struggle to figure out their Americanized sons and daughters. After completing his Criminal Justice studies at FAMU, Jean opted to spend a summer in Italy instead of going straight for law college, a move which perplexed his family, to say the least. Why did Jean take off to Italy? Oh, the brother had his reasons. Refusing to explain himself to anyone, Jean flew to Tuscany, Italy, with his good buddy Gaetano Pavolini, the Italian lothario. Perhaps the brother wanted to see the world, or something to that effect.

“Tell me more about yourself,” Astrid said while sipping her Pepsi. Jean leaned back in his chair and grinned before taking a sip of his lemonade. A sumptuous meal consisting of white rice, brown bean sauce and fish sat before Astrid but she barely touched her food. Jean admired Astrid, and thought what her deal was. The gal was tall and sexy, and on the fast track to getting her engineering degree from the University of Miami. What was such a pretty lady doing in the singles lane? Surely someone wanted a piece of Astrid’s action…

As Jean pondered what to say to Astrid, a couple walked by, accompanied by Luther Bien-Aime, the owner of Café Du Port. The dark-skinned, silver-haired little man led the couple to a table by the window. Luther insists on that personal touch with everyone who comes to his restaurant. Jean looked at the couple, a curvy white woman with blonde hair and a big ass, and her date, a slim, light-skinned brother with a goatee. Jean checked out the blonde gal’s ass, but his eyes did linger on the brother’s physique a trifle longer than socially acceptable. Astrid, being observant, totally picked up on that.

“I just ended a relationship,” Jean said at last, and Astrid nodded, an enigmatic smile on her lovely face. Astrid reminded Jean of a former crush of his, WNBA player Diamond DeShields…only curvier and with more ass. Yeah, Jean does love the ladies. If only it were that simple. Jean has all the time felt attracted to both sexes, and since being bisexual is considered taboo in Haitian culture, he kept it to himself. As far as Jean’s friends and family are concerned, he and his school buddy Gaetano are just friends, and that’s the way he liked it…

“Was it a girl or a guy?” Astrid asked innocently, as if discussing the weather, and Jean, caught off guard, nearly spilled his drink. Astrid grinned, pleased by his reaction. Jean took a deep breath and stared at his date, a bewildered expression on his handsome face. The tall, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome young black man is a normally astute person, but Astrid totally threw him off his game. Jean steepled his fingers as he thought what to say to Astrid. The lady had him dead to rights alright…

“A guy, a good friend of mine, he moved to Italy and married the woman of his dreams,” Jean said with a shrug. Sighing deeply, Jean locked eyes with Astrid. The young man braced himself for the rejection and disgust that he was sure were coming his way. The modern black woman may be tolerant of gay rights, but for the most part, she finds bisexual black men unacceptable. That’s why most black men who swing both methods remain closeted until the day they die. Black women can’t accept them, and neither can the black community…

“Was that so hard to say, Jean? We’ve all lost someone to someone else at some point,” Astrid said softly. Jean sort of gasped upon hearing that. He’d been bracing himself for many reactions, but this wasn’t one of them. Astrid grinned, and Jean almost jumped when he felt her foot, her bare foot, press against his under the table. Jean grinned nervously, and Astrid licked her lips. She looked at him the way a hungry person looks at fast food.

“Alright, Astrid, I guess, you could say, I’m Bi, I prefer ladies, mostly, but yeah,” Jean said, unsure whether to be relieved or alarmed by Astrid’s methods. Astrid took a forkful of fish from her plate, and ate it. Nodding, she then took some chicken from Jean’s plate, and he smiled, knowing better than to oppose her. For some reason, ladies think it’s cute to take food from a guy’s plate while on dates. Jean doesn’t figure out it but knows not to say anything about it. Whatever the ladies want, they usually get…

“Hmm, I like your honesty, Jean, I think you got a nice ass, too,” Astrid said, grinning. Leaning back in her chair, Astrid smiled at Jean. Under the table, Astrid’s foot traveled up Jean’s foot, toward his crotch. Jean sat up, abruptly, and Astrid laughed. She continued to tease him by brushing her foot up and down his crotch. Jean groaned in surprise and frustration. It had been three months since Jean came back from Tuscany, Italy, following Gaetano’s wedding to his sweetheart Annabella Tartaglia. Jean hasn’t been with anyone, female or male, since that disaster. Astrid pressing her foot against his crotch was pure torture…

“Oh fuck,” Jean said, and he felt tempted to grab Astrid’s foot and move it away. Astrid grinned, pressing her luck. The unexpected stimulation stirred something within Jean, and Astrid nodded as she felt the bulge within his pants. Whether straight, bisexual or gay, Jean is a man, and having his package stimulated is gonna have some sort of effect on him. Once more, Astrid had Jean right where she wanted him. Sighing happily, Astrid withdrew her foot from Jean’s groin area and back into her stylish sandals. As if nothing had happened…

“Hmm, nice to see you still like the ladies, Jean, if you would just relax, we’re going to get along just fine,” Astrid said with a winning smile. Jean nodded, and wiped the sweat from his brow. He finished his lemonade and then gestured for Luther to come over. After the, ahem, incident with Astrid, Jean needed something stronger than lemonade. The old restaurateur smiled and came over, happily checking up on the son of his favorite customers.

“Nice to see you in such fine company, monsieur Jean, I’ll get that Heineken toot sweet,” Luther said with a grin. Jean looked at Astrid, and found himself smiling. He has never met anyone like her, that’s for sure. When Aunt Jacqueline told Jean she wanted to set him up with a young lady, he figured she’d hook him up with one of those pretty but boring and uptight young women from her church. As a deaconess at the Haitian Seventh-Day Adventist Church of Miami, Aunt Jacqueline knows lots of young ladies. Jean didn’t think any of them would be his type. Well, perhaps he was wrong…

“You’re not what I expected, Miss Astrid, a church chick who likes gay porn and plays footsie under the table, wow,” Jean said, and Astrid laughed heartily. The young woman threw her head back and laughed. One of those hearty, barrel laughs that wasn’t considered particularly ladylike but who cares? Jean found himself laughing along with Astrid. The lively young woman was anything but boring, and he found himself intrigued by her.

“Careful, Jean, you might become addicted to me, I’m an original,” Astrid said, and Jean nodded. He was feeling her alright, and the feeling appeared to be mutual. They finished their meal, and Jean settled the bill, tipping a twenty dollar bill to Luther. The old Haitian man wished the happy couple a good evening. Jean and Astrid stepped out of Café Du Port restaurant together, and went for a stroll on that lukewarm mid-September evening. The Florida night was calling their name…

Walking around Miami with Astrid, Jean found himself enjoying her business. The tall, curvy young woman wasn’t just easy on the eyes, she was clever and witty too. When Astrid stopped to tie her sandals, Jean offered her support…and discretely checked out her big butt and thick legs. If Astrid noticed, she certainly didn’t act like it. The two of them walked around town and finally made it to Hawthorne Park, located in the heart of Miami’s Little Haiti neighborhood.

“I am enjoying your company,” Jean said to Astrid, as they sat on a bench together. A short distance away, a statue of a southern figure stood tall, with the U.S. flag flying high. Someone painted a Haitian flag at the base of that statue, and Jean had to smile. The spirit of the Haitian people remains indomitable, even in the face of the American South and its methods. Astrid laid her hand on Jean’s thigh and said nothing. Jean took a deep breath, then entwined his hand with hers.

“Shut up, Jean,” Astrid said, grinning. Jean considered that, and then he kissed her. Astrid kissed Jean back passionately, and then, decided that she wanted more. Grinning, Jean took Astrid by the hand and led her to a secluded spot behind the Conroy Memorial Building, located a short distance away. The abandoned building, scheduled for demolition, is quite famous with, ahem, members of Jean’s sundered brethren. Who are Jean’s sundered brethren? Men who have sex with other men, whether they identify as bisexual, heteroflexible, gay, pansexual, straight-but-curious, or whatever cool label got invented last week…

“We will have plenty of privacy there,” Jean assured Astrid, who giggled excitedly. On the soft grass, hidden from view by a bunch of trees, the two of them did their thing. Astrid hiked up her skirt, and Jean grinned upon realizing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Jean felt excitement course through him as he looked at Astrid’s neatly shaved pussy. Astrid spread her thick, dark legs invitingly and licked her lips. Locking eyes with Jean, Astrid communicated her wishes…

“Lick my pussy, and if you do a good job, I might reward you,” Astrid said in a sexy, bossy tone. Nodding, Jean got on his knees and approached her. As Jean has done with Gaetano, and a few other guys, he put his mouth to good use, right on the first date. Astrid freed her tits from her top and rubbed her areolas as Jean brought his face to her crotch. Without further ado, Jean inhaled Astrid’s scent, and then began eating her pussy.

“Yes ma’am,” Jean whispered, and he began eating Astrid’s pussy hungrily. Astrid licked her lips, and closed her eyes as Jean ate her out. The daughter of a widowed Adventist Pastor, Astrid has all the time led a double life. For her father’s flock, Astrid played the role of the good church gal. Privately, Astrid had a voracious sexual appetite, and found herself drawn to unusual men. Eventually, Astrid’s penchant for unusual sex led her to develop an attraction to men who swing both methods. The church-going sister collects gay and bisexual porn magazines and DVDs the way some men do. Astrid is a wild one…

“Do your job,” Astrid ordered, and she grabbed the back of Jean’s neck, pressing his face against her crotch. Jean breathed in Astrid’s pussy, and lathered her with his tongue. Sliding his fingers into Astrid’s pussy, Jean sucked on her clit, causing her to squirm. Astrid moaned and writhed on the soft grass as Jean licked her pussy. At the back of this abandoned building frequented by criminals, hustlers, as well as homosexual men and bisexual men looking for anonymous sex, this wild and freaky heterosexual black woman got her freak on…

“Hmm, you taste good,” Jean paused to say, and Astrid grinned. Nodding, Jean resumed licking her pussy. Jean has all the time had a fondness for spontaneous sex, and he and his old flame Gaetano used to fuck always during their days at FAMU. Gaetano, a tall, bronze-skinned and dark-haired, macho Italiano, was handsome and had a nice, thick cock. Gaetano and Jean used to fuck like there was no tomorrow. Jean enjoyed sucking and riding Gaetano’s cock, and the two of them couldn’t get enough of each other.

Of course, Jean dated girls while at FAMU, as did Gaetano. That’s the hidden beauty of male bisexuality. Straight men love pussy but fear dick. Gay men love dick and discover pussy disgusting. Bisexual men enjoy the whole sexual menu and every item on it gets savored by them at least once. One time, Jean and Gaetano had a wild threesome with Kendra Jackson, a tall, big-booty black chick who went down on both of them and let them fuck her in every hole. Good times. Jean hasn’t been with a lady as wild as Kendra in ages, but Astrid just might be in that same special class of freaky females…

“Hold on, let me try something,” Astrid said, and Jean nodded, waiting expectantly. Astrid stood over Jean, who lay flat on the grass. Straddling his face, Astrid smothered him with her big ass. Jean inhaled the scent of Astrid’s big booty, and felt his dick harden. Laughing, Astrid smothered Jean’s face with her big booty. Grasping Astrid’s thick ass cheeks, Jean slid his tongue back into her pussy. Astrid moaned in pleasure as Jean resumed eating her pussy. The brother gave her pussy a serious lick-down and didn’t let up until she came…

“Hmm, nice,” Jean said, his face wet from Astrid’s pussy. Screaming like a madwoman, Astrid slowly rose from Jean’s face. No man has created her cum like that in quite some time. Jean looked at Astrid, who grinned at him. Both of them were in the mood for more, but they had no condom. Astrid is freaky but she doesn’t fuck anyone without a condom. Jean, determined not to be a tragic stereotype, doesn’t fuck females or males without a condom either. Perhaps another time…

“Hmm, you don’t disappoint, Jean,” Astrid said, and this time, she kissed him. Jean kissed Astrid back, tasting her once more. Laughing, they readjusted their clothes and then walked away. Ever the gentleman, Jean put Astrid in a cab, and handed a twenty to the driver. Astrid blew him a kiss as the cab pulled away. Jean smiled, and then headed back to his place. As far as first dates went, this one definitely takes the cake. Jean has met a lot of freaky women and wild men, but Astrid is in a category by herself. Hmm, he wouldn’t mind seeing her again…

As Jean lay on his bed that night, he was all smiles. After his whirlwind romance with Gaetano, which ended when his buddy married Annabella in Tuscany, Jean wondered he was done with sex and the trouble it brings. Hmm, perhaps he should rethink that. Jean is very much a bisexual man, and he’s not about to stop wanting manly fun with hunky guys like Gaetano. Still, Jean had a great time with Astrid, and her pussy tastes amazing. Jean wouldn’t mind hooking up with her. Right before Jean was about to sleep, his cellphone buzzed. Astrid texted Jean several nude pictures, including some shots of her amazing booty.

“I live at 87 Waterford Crescent Avenue, Apartment 2, give the boys the night off and come finish what you started, unless this pussy scares you,” Astrid wrote. Jean read and reread the text, and grinned. Hopping in the shower, Jean got cleaned up, brushed his teeth, got dressed and then grabbed condoms before summoning an Uber. Twenty minutes later, Jean showed up at Astrid’s place, down the street from the University of Miami campus.

“Hey stranger,” Astrid said, as she greeted Jean at the door. Jean smiled and admired Astrid, whose crimson, see-through negligee exposed everything it was meant to conceal. Jean pulled Astrid into his arms and kissed her. Astrid kissed Jean back, and ushered him inside. He was horny as hell, and so was she. Astrid sat Jean on the living room couch and excused herself. Moments later, Astrid returned, and Jean was in for a surprise of a decidedly phallic persuasion…

“Oh my,” Jean said, and Astrid smiled while stroking her strap-on dildo. The freaky young black woman knows what the brothers like. A freaky bisexual black man like Jean might love pussy but sometimes, he craves something else, and Astrid understands that. Jean smiled as Astrid approached him. He came to her place to get some pussy, and it looks like he’s gonna get some dick too. Jean has taken a few dicks up his ass but it’s gonna be his first time trying a strap-on dildo. Well, it’s a good thing he is down for whatever…

“Before I let you fuck my pussy, my dear Jean, I want that ass,” Astrid said, and she didn’t sound like she was in the mood to negotiate. Jean smiled and undressed. As he’s done for his bisexual ex-boyfriend Gaetano and a few others, Jean got on all fours and bent over for Astrid. Astrid smiled while admiring Jean’s ass then grabbed some lotion. After lubricating Jean’s ass, Astrid pushed her dildo into his bum. As Jean began to scream, Astrid sighed happily. Someone’s got to fuck the bisexual guys instead of letting gay men have them all, and Astrid is the right woman for the job…

When Jean’s beloved Aunt Jacqueline Duchene set him up on a date with Astrid Jean-Baptiste, the old Haitian woman knew what she was doing. Haitian parents and extended family members are all the time doing the matchmaking thing. The fact that Jean is bisexual wasn’t about to stop Aunt Jacqueline. The wise old woman set Jean up with Astrid, the wildest woman at her church, the one who’s into pornos and sleeps with switch-hitters. When Jean proposed to Astrid, six months after meeting her, many were surprised, but not Aunt Jacqueline. Jean’s parents were surprised when their son and new daughter-in-law chose to honeymoon in Tuscany, though. What is it with Jean’s fascination with Italy? The new generation of Haitians is so weird!