Dylan
"Did you always know you were gay?"
Jo's question interrupted my daze. She was lying on her side looking at me, her fingertips tracing up and down my side. Unfortunately, my clothes remained in situ. Between her fingers and her nakedness, it was very hard to focus on her question.
"Yes" I replied, taking the opportunity to appreciate the sight of her hard nipples and firm breasts. It was a sight I didn't think I'd ever get tired of looking at.
Looking back at her face, her brow was knotted as she considered my answer.
"So you've never been with a guy?" she asked curiously.
"I tried...kind of...when I was younger but it just never felt right" I replied. I hooked her leg over mine and stroked her thigh. I was very happy to see goosebumps break out on her skin from my touch.
"This feels right" I murmured, leaning in to kiss her neck. She inhaled sharply when my lips made contact but she pushed me back gently.
"I'm trying to work this out" she said seriously.
I sighed and stopped stroking her. "What is there to work out?" I asked.
Jo's eyebrows near disappeared she raised them so high at my question.
"I thought I was straight until I met you!" she exclaimed. "I'm 28 years old, shouldn't I have noticed before now if I was attracted to women?!"
"I don't think there's a time limit" I grumbled. She looked away from me, clearly troubled. I leaned towards her and grasped her chin, pulling her eyes back to me.
"Do you like being here with me?" I asked her.
"Yes" she responded quickly.
"Do you like it when I make you come?"
She blushed and nodded.
"Do I turn you on?"
She nodded her assent again.
I kissed her softly. She had the softest lips...both sets.
"Then don't overthink it, Jo. Do what feels right, fuck the labels."
Her eyes searched mine, looking for reassurance. I rolled over on top of her and trailed my fingers from her collarbone down her stomach. Her breathing accelerated the lower my fingers went, until I slipped into the folds of her pussy.
"Does this feel right?" I asked as I spread her wetness from her clit to her opening.
"Or this?" I murmured as I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked lightly. She groaned in response and arched her back, pushing herself further into my willing mouth.
I toyed with the entrance to her pussy, pushing two fingertips into her and quickly withdrawing. She tried to buck her hips into me in response but I held her down with my body weight.
"Seems like it feels good" I whispered, sucking on her nipple slightly harder. She moaned in response.
Fuck, that is the sexiest sound
I thought to myself.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" I growled.
"God yes" she replied breathlessly.
I pushed into her roughly as soon as the words left her mouth. She was tight and hot around my fingers. I grazed my teeth across her nipple, biting and sucking alternatively as my fingers worked her hard. She was wet enough that I slide a third finger into her, eliciting a loud shriek from Jo, but it was definitely a shriek of pleasure. A sheen of sweat had broken out on her chest and I licked a trickle before returning my mouth to her hard nipple.
"Holy shit, I'm coming" She moaned, throwing back her head. The sight of her, breathing heavily and moaning while I fucked her sent a spike of arousal down to my own pussy. I quickly angled my fingers to make maximum contact with her g-spot.
"Oh-my-fucking-god" She screamed as her pussy pulsed around in my fingers, nearly crushing them as she spasmed around me. She grabbed my wrist to stop my thrusts and I slowly withdrew from her dripping hole.
I quickly scooted lower and began to lick her. There is nothing like the taste of a woman when she's just come.
She squealed in response and moved to grab my head but I resolutely maintained contact. I started with slow, long licks but I soon buried my tongue inside her.
"Dylan..fuck...I can't" she whimpered, though she was not trying to stop me either. I could feel her pulse around my tongue and I pushed as deep inside as I could, slowly fucking her all over again. My hand reached up to rub her engorged clit.
I pushed her legs further apart to deepen the angle, lifting one leg over my shoulder. She writhed and moaned and I knew she was close.
"Godddd Dylan" she shook against me.
I spanked her ass and pinched her clit, rolling it between my fingers. That was all it took, she came gloriously into my mouth and I lapped up every drop.
Damn she's a good fuck
I thought to myself as I climbed back up to her mouth.
"Ok, ok" she giggled. "Maybe I've not entirely straight."
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Jo
The last week with Dylan had been a revelation and I barely knew how to wrap my mind around it. Fortunately, my mind was too busy being blown on a regular basis by her very talented tongue and fingers to give it too much thought. On the nights I was away from her, I found myself increasingly confused. When I was with her, things seemed so easy and damn if that woman couldn't make me come like nobody else, but when we had some distance, I couldn't help by stray to my nagging thoughts of what our relationship really meant.
Was I gay?
The question rolled around in my mind non-stop.
And if I wasn't then what the hell was I doing with Dylan? Was this just late onset experimentation? Or was I falling for her?
The questions that had been plaguing me when this was merely a fantasy had intensified tenfold now that we actually had some kind of relationship.
I still hadn't touched her.
How long could I keep avoiding that? And more importantly how long would Dylan tolerate that?
She took every opportunity to reassure me but the reality was she was a beautiful, seriously good in bed, eligible woman - surely if I didn't reciprocate soon she'd lose interest.
Did the fact that I hadn't touched her disprove that I might be gay?
It was all so confusing. Which is why I was sitting alone on my sofa right now, watching reality tv and ruminating on my situation. I needed a little distance from her to think things over.
A few days ago Dylan had been on this sofa with me, she had my jeans unbuttoned and my shirt half off when we were interrupted by Jess walking in the door. I had felt a weird sense of relief and frustration. As much as I wanted her, it felt like the more we had sex the more tense I felt about not returning the favour.
"Well hello there" Jess announced, disrupting my reminiscence as she walked in loaded with grocery bags. I struggled up to help her.
"Hey" I grinned, taking an armful from her.
"I almost didn't recognise you with so many clothes on" she teased as I blushed red.
"Ha ha" I replied.
"Sooo...how's things going?" Jess asked.
I took a deep breath and turned away from her to put some shopping in the fridge.
"Yeah good, I think" I replied evasively.
"Did you ever think of becoming an actor?" Jess deadpanned, evidently I was not fooling her.
"Ok fine, I don't know. I'm still really confused"
"Because Dylan's a woman?" she asked, I could tell she was trying not to smirk.
"Yes", I busied myself putting away some carrots to avoid Jess' gaze.
When she said nothing in return I turned back to face her.
"I just don't know what any of this means" I said in a small voice.
"Well...I guess it depends on what the deal is with you and Dylan" Jess said thoughtfully. "I mean, are you just hooking up? Because if you are then it doesn't have to mean anything. You'd try new things with a guy right? So this is just with a woman."
"But, if you're dating or want to be, then it's not just physical so I guess that would mean something different" she continued.
Her words made me consider the situation.
What did I want? And why did this have to be so hard?
"Jo, stop squeezing the tea bags" Jess laughed. I looked down to see the crumpled packet in my hand.
"Sorry" I muttered, casting the tea aside and putting my head in my hands. Jess threw an arm around me.
"Babe listen, there isn't a wrong answer" she said seriously.
"I think I like her" I muttered.
"That's good right? Seems like she likes you too."
"Am I gay, Jess?" I said into my hands quietly.
"I think you're the only one that can answer that" Jess replied.
"I haven't...you know...I haven't" I struggled.
I straightened and looked at her, her eyes were full of concern.
"Touched Dylan."
Jess' look turned to one of confusion.
"You guys were all hot and heavy the other day?" she said.
"Yeah but...Dylan's the only one who..." I stopped speaking as realization dawned on her face.
"Oh. Why not?" she asked incredulously.
"I don't know. I want to, I think. It's just when we get there..." I felt tears of confusion threatening to overflow. I shook myself and forced a smile.
"I'll be fine, it's just a lot" I said quickly.
Jess pulled me into a warm hug. "You will be fine you know. Whatever happens" she said.
She smiled at me as she pulled away. "But when you do work it out, I need to know...Is scissoring really a thing?" she quipped before bursting out in laughter at the look on my face.
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Jo
A few days later I walked into work soaking wet, having been caught in an unexpected batch of rain on my way from the station. I caught sight of myself in the glass door as I pushed my way into the office,
