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Chapter 47 – Heteroflexible
We ended the kiss, sharing breaths, and flushed with our mutual yearning. She smiled at me playfully. I waited for her teasing to resume.
“You’re quite the vixen aren’t you?” I loved hearing her laugh that accompanied the lighthearted tormenting she directed at me.
“You have no idea.” I challenged. I was used to playing the dominant partner in each of my hetero relationships. Or maybe I just dated a bunch of mama’s boys who were happy with me making the all the decisions. It was then that I realized we still needed to discuss my past relationships. My expression must have changed the moment the thought crossed my mind because she noticed.
“Hey? You alright?” She asked, picking up on the subtleties.
“Yeah, I am. Shall I follow you back to your house?”
“Okay, sure. That is, if you think you can keep up.” She winked at me before leaning in for one last kiss. I dodged her lips and escaped her grasp chuckling.
“See you there.” I said as I gave her a five fingered wave.
Bette only lived around the corner, so I had little time to process what was about to happen. Were we going to sleep together right now? Was I ready for that? Did she want to get to know me a little more, or did she think she knew enough now? Fuck, what am I doing? I have absolutely no clue how to satisfy a woman!
My mind was in overdrive, and I decided that I needed to be straight with her. Wait, I should rephrase that poor choice of words. I decided that I needed to be honest with her, because let’s face it, there is no way that I could be ‘straight’ with this stunning woman. I am, after all, a self-proclaimed Bettesexual.
What was she going to say when I told her I’m a virgin when it comes to playing with and pleasuring someone else’s genitalia that are identical to my own? She’s going to laugh me right out of her house. FUCK!
I pulled my BMW behind her CTS-V in her driveway and thought about how I should play this. I watched her get out of her car. It felt like everything was in slow motion. I killed the engine and got my stuff together before exiting the car.
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Zhenya says
Italian dinner or make out with Bette – i think the choice is quite easy)
meloveslu says
No competition! =)
kiwipit says
It’s great that they found a moment for some serious talk in the middle of all that attraction, flirting and teasing.
meloveslu says
It was a necessary talk. But it seems like they’re both on the same page so I’m not too worried ;-)