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“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.”
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 trabzon escort 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.
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.
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, I looked with a wet mouse. I decided to quickly deposit my bag in the office and head to the bathroom to clean up.
I rounded the corner and walked straight into someone, knocking the papers out of their hands. Mortified, I looked up to apologised and met the deep green eyes of Dylan.
“You ok?” she laughed.
“Yes, I’m so sorry” I exclaimed in embarrassment. God why do I have to be a walking disaster.
“All good” she smirked, before pulling me into a hug.
“I’m all wet” I yelped as her arms wrapped around me.
“I trabzon escort bayan like you wet” she winked at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Bending down to pick up her papers, I couldn’t help but notice her tight ass in this position, and blushed deeper.
“I guess I should keep a change of clothes like you” I said, trying to do anything to stop the salacious train of my thoughts.
“You can borrow mine” she replied immediately.
“Oh no, that’s ok”
“You can’t stay like that”, she glanced down at me and raised her eyes at my erect nipples poking out. Likely a combination of the cold and my thoughts of her ass.
Dylan grabbed my elbow and steered me towards her office while my teeth chattered.
“You better get out of those clothes before you catch a cold” she said, turning to collect a spare set of clothes.
“Here?” I squeaked.
“Well you can use the bathroom if you’d be more comfortable” she said, somewhat surprised by my response.
Fuck Andrews, stop being so weird I thought to myself. Nothing she hasn’t seen before.
I started to unbutton my shirt but my hands were shaking slightly with the cold. Dylan quickly stepped over to me to take over.
“Let me” she whispered. Agonizingly slowly she worked her fingers down my shirt, grazing my exposed skin as she went. When she was finally done, I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and stood before her in my bra. She eyes were dark with lust as she regarded me.
“Uh Dylan” I said.
“Can I have the shirt now?” I smiled, trying to snap her out of her mindless gawking, though secretly I loved how she was looking at me.
“Oh right, sorry” It was her turn to blush, and I really liked it.
“I enjoy buttoning you up way less than unbuttoning you” she said as she helped me into her shirt. It was close-fitting, being somewhat more voluptuous than Dylan, it stretched tight across my chest. It would have to do until my shirt dried off however, and I had a cardigan in my office to make things less obvious.
“Thanks” I smiled and reached up to kiss her quickly. She immediately pulled me into her body, pressing herself against me. I sighed against her lips, she felt so good. Her hands snaked around me and she gave my ass a little squeeze.
“Wanna come to mine tonight?” she asked between kisses.
I nodded without thinking, as much as I was enjoying this, I was pretty sure Dylan’s office wasn’t soundproof and if things continued in this vein, we were going to give all our colleagues a show.
“Thanks again” I said, pulling away from her. “See you later” I winked and opened her door to leave.
Seeing Jo soaked through and half naked in my office had been a really great way to start my morning. She had left much too soon for my liking but it was probably good we remain somewhat professional in a work setting. After she had left, I send a quick text to my flatmate, Ava, to let her know I’d have company this evening.
The pillow princess? She responded immediately. I frowned to myself reading the message.
Play nice. I responded. Ava had a tendency to be somewhat critical whenever I’d brought girls home before. Granted Ava and I had a brief roll in the hay one drunken evening but we were now just solid friends.
Several productive hours later, I swung past Jo’s office to take her back to my place. She was staring at the computer screen, her nose wrinkled in concentration. Damn, she ‘s cute.
“Hey you” I said, making myself known.
She jumped in surprise before giving me a mega-watt smile.
“Ready to go?” I asked.
“Can you give me two minutes?” she asked sweetly.
“Sure” I replied and walked into her office, settling myself at the chair across from her desk as she turned back to her computer.
I took the opportunity to stare at her. She was gorgeous. Piercing blue eyes with elvin features, she had many admirers in the office, not that I think she noticed. I let my eyes wander lower and settle on her breasts, still more visible than normal wearing my shirt. I thought back to a vision of them bouncing while she moaned against me, and felt the need to readjust myself in my seat. I couldn’t wait to get her home.
“All done” she announced, snapping me out of some highly enjoyable thoughts about what we’d do once I got her back to my place.
“This is where you live?” Jo asked, looking up at my apartment building.
I nodded and pull open the door for her before the doorman could get there. Unlocking the door to my apartment, I could hear Ava on the other side playing some music. I grabbed Jo’s hand as we entered.
“Hey!” I yelled over the music. Ava was dancing to herself in the kitchen while cutting up some vegetables. She beamed at me when she heard and turned down the volume.
I quickly introduced Jo who shyly shook Ava’s hand.
“I thought I’d cook for you guys” Ava smiled, indicating the mess in the kitchen.
“That’s nice of you” Jo smiled while escort trabzon Ava threw me a quick wink.
I settled Jo at the breakfast bar and poured us all some wine while Ava chatted away.
Jo was her normal charming and engaging self, and I found myself noticing that Ava was impressed – not an easy feat to say the least.
‘What about you, Dylan?” Jo asked me suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Hmm?” I asked, having not actually listened to their conversation.
“Are you close with your siblings?” Jo asked, while Ava threw a surprised glance my way.
Shit. “I have a brother – Evan. He lives across country so I don’t see him much” I answered, dodging the question. I noticed Ava’s lips purse but she didn’t say anything more. Now was not the time to open that wound.
The evening went well, Jo easily fit into my and Ava’s banter. One of the things that first attracted me to her was how sharp she was, and she was showing that off night. She easily bounced from topic to topic, and I was in awe of how effortlessly she seemed to fit in.
Dylan rose from the table to do the dishes after the delicious meal Ava had cooked us, she waved off my attempts to help and left me sitting at the table with her roommate.
“So have you met any other of Dylan’s friends?” Ava asked, taking a sip from her wine.
“Not really…well I did meet someone at a bar, Gigi?”
Ava’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and a grimace passed over her face.
“You don’t like her?” I asked.
“You know, I’m not sure anyone really likes Gigi Summers” Ava laughed.
“She seemed cozy with Dylan” I commented, glancing over at her, but she was busying washing up and definitely out of earshot.
“Yeah well she’s been trying to get her hooks in to Dylan for a long time.” Ava rolled her eyes. “So, I’m sure you’re not exactly top of her Christmas card list at the moment.”
“What a shame” I laughed.
“She seems really happy with you” Ava commented, causing a swell of warmth to flood through my chest. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.
“I hope so” I grinned.
By the time I made my way back to the table Ava and Jo were laughing and talking conspiratively which I took to be a good sign. Sitting beside Jo, she seemed relaxed and happy and I marvelled at how well she seemed to slot into my life.
I also marvelled at how hot she looked.
I decided to play with her a bit and surreptitiously placed my hand on her thigh under the table. I felt her stiffen in response as I ran my hand up the inner seam of her pants. I noticed Jo’s neck flush and I smiled to myself when she continued to nonchalantly chat to Ava. My hand was almost at the junction of her thighs when I heard her breathing hitch. I rubbed my hand up and down her leg, stopping just as my fingers brushed against her crotch. Her legs clamped down on my hand when I applied a touch more pressure to the apex of her thighs. I noticed she was biting down on her bottom lip and arousal spiked through me. Fuck this, I need to take her to bed.
“Wanna see my room?” I asked her during a lull in conversation. She nodded eagerly.
I quickly excused us and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the corridor. She surprised me by pushing me against the wall as I reached the door and kissing me deeply. Her tongue danced with mine and I felt my heartbeat quicken in response. I quickly pulled her inside my room and locked the door behind us. Again, she took the lead, wrapping herself around me she pushed me back towards the bed until I was sitting on the edge looking up at her.
Taking a deep breath, she climbed into my lap, straddling me while heat radiated off her delectable body.
“Lose the shirt” she whispered against my lips.
I grinned and gladly complied, pulling it over my head. She leaned back from me and ran her fingers over my collarbone before lowering them to my breasts. She toyed with my nipples through my bra which hardened appreciatively at her touch. She’d never touched me like this before. Boldened by my shorts bursts of breath she lowered her lips to my neck while she continued to tweak my nipples, pinching them slightly. I slipped my hands under her shirt and ran my fingernails up her back. I unsnapped her bra, causing her to gasp as she shrugged out of her shirt now too.
I leaned back to take in the sight of her.
“You are so beautiful” I murmured, causing her to blush a deep red.
“You’re sweet” she sighed, and slipped her tongue into my mouth again while she rocked her hips against me. I was content to let her take the lead, not knowing her far she wanted to go with touching me. In my head I silently begged that tonight would be the night we broke down that particular barrier.
Straddling Dylan and caressing her, I was seriously turned on, and seriously nervous. This was by far the most I had taken charge between us and it felt both exhilarating and nerve racking. I leaned down and captured her lips again while I continued to stroke her chest and grind myself against her. Steeling myself I let my fingers trail over her abdomen, tracing the outline of her muscles there. By the time I reached her belly button her breathing had subtly altered. I reached the waistband of her pants and hesitated.
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