After our delicious Mexican dinner and we split the bill between the three of us, Stacey and I were tired, so we decided to head back to our hotels. Lauren wasn't too tired yet so she decided to stay and experience more of night-time Cancun.

"I'm really amazed that our friends PJ and Bobby have come with you to Cancun," Stacey said. "I think it's great that you guys have still stuck together like brothers just like you did in high school. I look forward to meeting them again and introducing them to Lauren."

"And they look forward to meeting you again and Lauren for the first time," I said. "Have you seen some of our other friends from high school since your awesome graduation party?"

"No," she replied. "And I miss them. I miss everyone we went to high school with, but I've missed you, PJ and Bobby the most. And I miss Roxanne too."

"So how are your parents doing?"

When Stacey didn't answer, I looked at her and saw her face looking sad.

"Oh, I'm sorry if I'm being too nosy," Max said.

"No, it's not your fault, Max," Stacey said. "It's just that…" She sighed. "It's a very long and difficult story to tell."

"Well, if you want to talk about it, I'm here now to support you as a friend," I said.

When we approached a bench, Stacey finally decided that she did want to talk about it, so we sat down and she told me about her tough time with her parents. Stacey's parents had been growing apart during their high school senior and since she left for Harvard, they got divorced and they started to see different people and both women (her mom and the woman her dad was seeing) were pregnant so she was going to have stepsiblings. She was very grateful that she had Harvard, her lessons, her criminal psychology career and her best friend Lauren to keep her occupied because, if she didn't, she didn't think she would have been able to live her life without them. She broke down into tears as she told me about it. I gave her a hug.

"Thanks for helping me get this of my chest, Max," she said.

"No problem," I said. "So, has any of your parents met Lauren yet?"

"No," Stacey said sadly. "I don't think either of them would like her if they did."

"Why not?"

"Because she's a lesbian."

"A lesbian?"

"Do you have an issue –"

"No, not at all. I'm cool about it. And if you're a lesbian too, Stacey, I'm cool about it as well."

"That's the thing, Max. I don't know if I'm a lesbian or straight. I can't work out if I'm either one or the other."

"Have you ever considered yourself bisexual? And again if you are, I'm cool about it."

"No, I never, but maybe I am. I just don't know. And thank goodness nobody else knows, especially my parents. Max, can I ask that we keep this a secret between only us?"

"Of course, Stacey. I promise I won't tell anyone about it. You and you alone will tell someone only if you want to. And whatever sexuality you are, I'm cool about it and I'll do whatever I can to let you be yourself."

"Oh, thanks, Max." Stacey gave me a big hug. "I'm so glad I have a great friend like you."

Then something happened I didn't expect I would experience tonight – Stacey's hands on my cheeks and a kiss from her. It was unexpected, but I enjoyed it.

Then Stacey immediately stopped what she was doing. "I'm so sorry, Max. I don't know why I did that."

"It's okay, Stacey," I said. "I actually enjoyed it. Besides, like I said, I'm here to support you like all good friends should do, no matter what. But may I ask you something?"

"Sure, Max."

"I'm very grateful to you that you got Roxanne to talk to me when you did, don't get me wrong, but why did you let her have me if you had a crush on me?" I asked.

"It's because Roxanne was like a sister to me since the day we met in day care," Stacey said, "and she seemed to like you as much as I did and you seemed to like her, so I decided to let her have you if it made her happy. And, even though I wish I had a relationship with you when I was in high school, I saw I made the right choice, because after you started your relationship with Roxanne, she kept telling me how happy she was with you and what a wonderful boyfriend you were."

"And do you regret having Bobby as a boyfriend, despite you not knowing your sexuality?" I asked.

"No, I don't," Stacey said. "Even though I still didn't know if I was straight, bisexual or a lesbian, I'm still glad I had Bobby as a boyfriend. He was great company, funny, goofy and intelligent in his own weird way."

"Well, I hope this isn't a spoiler alert to you," I said, "but when you meet him tomorrow, you'll find that he hasn't changed."

"That's great to know," Stacey said happily. Then she yawned.

Then I yawned. Then we both got up and continued to walk back to Stacey's hotel.

When I arrived at Stacey's hotel, I learned that it was the same one my college mates and I were staying in. And her room looked exactly like mine and was only a floor down to the one that my friends and I were staying on.

"Cool room, Stacey," I said.

"Thanks, Max," Stacey said. "And once again thank you for escorting me back to my room and for helping me get all that stuff off my chest."

"No problem," I said. "Well, then, I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night." Then I headed to the door.

"Wait, Max," Stacey said. "Before you leave, there's something I would like to show you as a reward for your generosity tonight. Sit on the bed. I won't be long." Then she went into her bathroom.

"Okay." I was still puzzled, but I did what I was told.

"Okay, Max," Stacey said, a few minutes later. "Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you."

"Okay, Stacey."

I closed my eyes and heard the bathroom door opening.

"Okay, Max. Open your eyes now."

I opened my eyes and I saw Stacey wearing her white hotel dressing gown. Then she surprised me when she took it off and revealed her purple bra and panties.

"Wow, Stacey," I said. "You look very…" I struggled to find the words. "…beautiful. Sexy. Gorgeous."

"Thanks, Max. Now, take your clothes off."

I saw where this was going, but I did what she told me to do anyway. I took all my clothes off until I was only wearing my dark blue underwear. Then Stacey got on the bed close to me, put her hands on my shoulders and then she kissed me on my lips.

Then I put my hands on her back as I kissed her right back. Then she wrapped her hands around my body too and we kissed passionately.

"This is awesome, Max," Stacey said. "I always imagined you would be great at sex and tonight is concrete proof that you are."

"Thanks, Stacey," I said. "And you're amazing at having sex as well."

"Thanks, Max. Now, let's take it to the next level."

Then I watched her take her bra and her panties off her gorgeous body. I took my underwear off and I was wearing nothing except a condom over my penis. Then we had more sex with each other and we continued to have it all night long.

When I woke up the next morning, I found myself still in Stacey's bed and with Stacey herself. She was still cuddling me in bed and I saw my condom-covered penis was in her vagina. I was relieved that my condom was still on because, as much as I did enjoy the fun I had with her last night, if I got her pregnant, that would cause a lot of problems.

Then Stacey groaned as she woke up. "Good morning, handsome," she greeted.

"Good morning, beautiful," I greeted back.

She looked at my penis still in her vagina and was happy about it. "Another thing to tick off my bucket list – having sex with my crush and even getting his penis inside me."

Then I looked at the alarm clock. It was half eight. "Do you fancy some breakfast, Stacey?"

"Sure, Max," she said. "For starters, I'd like you have more of your lips and your hands on my back."

I decided to give her what she wanted and I enjoyed giving it to her as much as she enjoyed taking it.