A condom lay cooling on the floor next to the bed where I had dropped it. Chantal and I held each other in our arms, our perspiration drying in the dark air, our breathing returning to normal. My cock was still tingling after its latest fiery burst into Chantal's nineteen year old tightness, traces of semen dribbling from the tip onto her thigh. My face was pressed against her chest, where her heart was slowing down. Her lovely nipples were still hard. It was the perfect time to say nothing, to merely enjoy the electric feeling of holding a naked body against my own.
It was the third or fourth time Chantal and I had made love. Each time before, she had come to my apartment in the evening but this time she had come early Saturday morning, after her overnight shift as a security guard in the office building where I worked.
"Dan, can I tell you something personal?"
"Of course."
"I mean, it's really personal. I want you to know something but I don't want you to ask me any more than what I tell you."
"Okay."
"Promise? You won't ask for more than what I am about to tell you? You won't ask for details? You won't make me lie about what I don't want to tell you?"
"I promise. No questions. I promise."
Chantal paused, her fingertips brushing my chest and nipples as she selected her words. When she finally spoke, her voice sounded a little faint.
"Dan, I love you. I love what we have been doing. I want to keep doing it with you."
I waited.
"You are not the first person I've made love with." I snuggled her body comfortably and more deeply into mine, brushing her breast with a little kiss and I waited. There was surely more.
"But you are the first man I've made love with."
Wow! The body I'd been enjoying so thoroughly had been enjoyed by a woman! A woman had licked where I had licked, had kissed what I had kissed. Many questions raced through my mind, almost on top of each other, but through all the thoughts that Chantal had just provoked my first effort was to relax my body and to try to hold her even more tenderly and lovingly, give her a nonverbal message of acceptance.
Was it her roommate Jean, with whom she shared shifts at the office building? Were they still doing it while Chantal and I were having sex? Was it an old girlfriend? It had to be Jean. Did she know about us? Did I even care about that? What should be the next words I spoke? How did I feel about it? I couldn't ask a question, yet I had to say something.
"Chantal, that is so hot!"
There was a silence. Finally Chantal said "Hot. You think it's hot."
"Yes, Chantal, I think it's sexy! It makes you even more exciting! I always thought if I were a woman I would at least try lesbian sex."
"Please don't use that word. Lesbian. I hate that word. It's an ugly label."
"Is it still going on or is it in the past?"
"You promised!"
"I'm sorry."
I could see daylight showing around the drapes of my bedroom as the sun came up. I walked to them, pulled them aside and walked back to the bed, my softened cock wobbling in front of me in the sunshine. Chantal watching my body intently. I stood next to the bed and let her look. I felt no shyness with her, not after what we had been doing. She held her arms out to me, I sank onto the bed and I folded my body into hers. I kissed her mouth thoroughly.
The room was now bright. "How long can you stay, Chantal? Can I make you some breakfast? Coffee?"
"Jean had an early class so I can stay a couple of hours. I don't want breakfast, I just want to stay with you for a while. I want you to know why I told you what I told you. You know, with the daylight this is the first time we've had a good look at each other."
I raised myself to my knees. "And what do you think?"
