She looked sad. "No. I guess it's a turn on that's not portable," she said. "Fuck." She reached for my face and dug her toes into my cleanshaven cheek.
"You're not stuck on me or anything. No body language at all suggesting it. You're having a heavy, confusing, fun experience. That's positive and it's also trauma. Your brain is rewiring. You're having the sex you've craved all your life, but with a man, and you've only had bad sex with men in high school so far. So are you bisexual?
"No. Even though there's nothing like having a straight man suck my toes."
"How can you be so sure?" She looked on the edge of something. Crying maybe.
I punched her shoulder. Rubbed it with my knuckles.
"I'm just sure. Trust me until you get sure your own way. You're having fun, enjoy it until you don't. Love it if it lasts."
"You just want to keep your fetish star for your clipstore."
"It's our store now, or it's revenues are. For all the clips you've cocreated."
"That's cool," she said, looking askance at me, avoiding eye contact. She was just a little taller than I was, I realized.
"Do you want hit me?" she asked.
She stood up, naked, at the foot of the bed. She stood tall and proud, hands at her sides. She waited, smiling. I walked toward her to do anything but. I noted her body language stayed calm as I approached. Maybe she could tell I wasn't going to hit her.
"Are you let down? Did I let you down?"
"No way, Old Man. It was a test. I wanted to determine if you were a monster like I thought. You passed. But I still think you're a monster. I just need a better test."
"And if I had hit you?"
"That would have been something. You know I'm blackbelt and I've been punched and kicked more of less continually throughout my life."
"That's tough talk. Anyone can be victimized. Just to be menaced by another's flagrant ill will is a kind of bullying. If I'd so much as attempted to hurt you outside of what I had a feel for, that felt safe for you, and me, felt fun--well, that would have upset you. How could that kind of recklessness not?
"Why don't you talk to my pussy?"
"You're bold. Keep being that way. Now, open up a little, and give me a little room to get comfortable."
I spread her long legs, took one of her feet, gave it a languorous kiss on the arch, then I moved into her pelvis, and hugged my cheek against her labia, snuggled against it.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Wasting your time?"
"Eat my pussy, Old Man." Strong hands forced my lips into her clitoris. I licked. First a tongue bath of the small area, then some focussed teasing of her bead with my tongue tip.
"Keep doing that," she hissed.
I kept doing it.
"Now you've lost it,"
"Sorry."
"Eat!"
"I started a much slower rhythm which made her whole body relax. She was enjoying it but was never going to come from this pace, this stroke.
"Enjoying?"