The summer I turned eighteen, I was a closeted bisexual with a secret love for women's panties, long hair that brushed my shoulders, thick thighs, and an ass that always turned heads—even if I pretended not to notice. Fresh out of high school, I left my small town behind and moved to the city, landing a job at a bank sooner than expected. That's where I met Danny, my boss: a handsome, married man in his late thirties with...