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She’s so responsive. I love that about her. Like she can’t believe we’re willing to give her pleasure just for the sake of it. Me? My motivation is way more egocentric. I just get off on seeing her squirm like this.
My eyes fall on Gil, and the way he kisses her. What would it be like to feel his lips on my body? Would it really be so much different from kissing a girl?
Gil seems to notice that I’m watching him. His kind eyes find mine, and hold my stare. My heart is racing like I’m at some kind of techno rave, and I feel my breath hitch.
“Tell me what it feels like,” I growl before I can hold myself back.
Mor thinks I’m talking to her, and I can’t blame her.
“So good,” she answers. Going on my previous behavior she might think I expect her to talk to me, but for once that’s not what I’m going for. I can feel my heart pounding in my throat, and I hold my breath. My fingers stop doing whatever it is I’m doing on automatic pilot. I’m stuck in my head right now, a million what if’s racing through my mind.
“No, I mean, like, what does it feel like? What’s the sensation?” I want to know what I’m doing to her feels like. More than that, I want to know what it’s like to be fucked. Not in some need for a dirty experiment, but more to find out what I’m missing out on. Gil made it sound like he thoroughly enjoyed it, Mor certainly didn’t hate it. What if I like it as well, but I just don’t know about it?
Gil’s eyes never leave mine.
“Rough,” he says after staying silent for a while. His voice sounds thick, but there’s no judgment there. I don’t even know why I was worried about that. He also understands what I’m asking, answering the question I might not be able to voice myself.
Is this what Mor felt like when I made her speak up in the bedroom? Because fuck, I might owe her an apology. Or perhaps all the orgasms I’ve given her since were an apology all in itself.
“And hard, and warm, and fucking full. Completely different from having regular sex with a girl. I don’t think there’s a good comparison.”
My brows furrow. I take a moment to think about how I feel about that. Let it sink in. Gil starts kissing Mor again, and I can’t stop myself from thinking what it’d be like to feel his lips on mine. Would it really be all that different from being with a girl? My mind seems to be stuck on these questions, until I feel Mor’s head turning back.
“I think you should just tell him what you want,” she says, mirroring my words from all those months back, when I encouraged her to tell me what she wanted.
Gil smiles at her, and then looks at me. Fuck, if there’s ever a time to try this, it’s now. Let’s do what it is that I do best, and not overthink stuff.
I dive over Mor’s shoulder, and before I can back out of my decision, I crash my mouth onto Gil’s.
Crap, how does this work? Wait, why am I overthinking this? It’s just lips, right? Nothing weird about this.
Gil stays relaxed and answers everything I give him. His cheeks feel rough, scruffy, not soft like Mor’s. His lips are harder too, but somehow still the same.
When I let go of the idea that this is a man, and just give into the kiss, everything changes. I lick his lip and he willingly opens up for me. Our tongues meet, and after that it’s just a kiss. A rough kiss though, as we battle it out for dominance. There isn’t a voice in my head telling me to take it easy.
This is Gil, I know he can take everything I give him and give it back. The more I get into it, the more Gil seems to take over. His stubble scrapes my cheek, and I feel the kiss we have going all the way in my toes.
I don’t know who releases whom first, but just as suddenly as we started kissing, we let go of each other. It’s only then that I remember there’s a girl in between us. A girl I like. A girl who I do not want to fuck things up with.
I want to take this further though. Gil shifts his attention back to Mor as well, and I guess that’s the smart thing to do. Let’s check how she feels about this before we take this all the way.
I’m trying to search the scrambled eggs that are my brains for a way to subtly ask about it, but she takes it out of my control by speaking up herself.
“Fuck, that was hot. Do it again.”
This girl is everything I’ve ever dreamed about. How can she be so cool about this? Did she really like it? Without thinking, I stick two fingers inside of her. She’s soaking.
“Yeah?” I hear myself say with a voice I don’t recognize. It’s like it’s coming from somewhere deep inside me. “You didn’t mind that little display?”
I figure that if I focus on Mor just for a little while, I’ll get some room to sort through my thoughts. Which, honestly, there aren’t that many of.
There’s one voice that says to just let go and give into what I want, and another one that says that suddenly wanting to have sex with a guy is weird.
That last voice is shrinking more and more every second though. I’m not that complicated a guy, I like to chase what I want, and it turns out I want to experiment with Gil.
“Mind it? Jesus, I fucking loved it. I never knew I aspired to be a man when I grew up.” Gil and I chuckle. The weird thing is that I believe her. She’s not just putting on a show for us to make us feel comfortable. She’s as much into this as we are. I am? I don’t really know how Gil feels about this. It’s not like I can stick my fingers into him and feel what it’s doing to him.
“How about you?” I ask him, before I lean forward and start kissing all the sensitive spots on Mor’s body.
