"Hold on, Sasha," John said. "Um, are you a lesbian?"
Sasha caught herself, standing up suddenly, looking surprised. "I did say girlfriends, didn't I?"
A look of panic flew across her face for a fleeting moment, but soon a smile grew on her face. She walked forward to John and gave him a hug. She stepped back and held his hands in hers, beaming.
"Yes," she said, almost with relief. "I am a lesbian." She paused for a moment. "You know John, that you're the first person I've told? Aside from my two girlfriends, well lovers, of course. I tried hard to keep it a secret, to hide my secret from everyone else I know. It makes me feel so guilty, getting turned on by girls. But it just feels good to be honest about it, you know? I want to finally be able to feel relaxed about it. And you know what? I think I actually am."
"Um, cool," John said, his mind torn in two directions by this turn of events and her pert breasts bouncing in front of him. "Congratulations!" he managed, caught up in her new happy mood.
"Thanks, stud," she said playfully. Sasha smiled a quirky, self-aware little smile. "I don't know what it is about you, John, but there's something about you that's totally disarming. It just feels right to come out to you like this; I didn't even think twice about telling you about getting into other girl's panties. It must be the same reason I feel comfortable giving you hand-jobs or showing off my body to you, even though I don't go for boys. I just know you're a nice guy. You don't push me like other guys do, so I just know that you're cool with all this." She smiled warmly at him, pushing up her breasts for his appreciation.
This was too weird. John was glad, kind-of, that his wish for her to feel comfortable about sexuality inadvertently got her to feel good about her own sexuality. But it wasn't the sexuality he had in mind. He thought about using the power again, but her little thank-you speech made him feel guilty even thinking about it.
(That, and the power was piling up a horrible record of missing the important details in situations like these. He needed time to think about what to do...)
"Oh. Yeah, it's cool. Um, so do you still want, um..." John replied, reaching down for his shorts.
Sasha beamed at John. "Silly boy!" she teased, backing up to sit on the table-top. "Don't worry about me. This is my treat for you, birthday boy..." she said, spreading her legs lewdly, so that her pink pussy lips peeked out. "... serving you breakfast naked, giving you an eyeful. It's something I want to do for you, for being such a good guy to hang around. I don't mind if your hard cock is oozing and waggling around, so long as you play nice. And I told you: if you're good about it, I'll let you touch me, and I'll make sure you get off. Just don't push me somewhere I won't want to go."
"Um, sure thing," John said; it was the easiest thing to do. At the very least, he would get the show he wanted. But what to do next?
"Go sit down, birthday boy," Sasha told him, "enough with the heart-to-heart. You got a naked chick to ogle, and I'm hungry," she joked. |