Hands-On Experience

Gavin raised an eyebrow at Chloe. Did she really just ask him if he wanted to clean her cock? It was a line that he’d heard before, though only in pornos and it was usually the man asking the woman to do the cleaning. Was that what Chloe thought of him? He’d just fucked her, in the ass even, and that was pretty manly…or would it have been more manly to fuck her pussy? Shit, did she think he was a sissy because he’d picked her ass? He didn’t even mind if Chloe wanted to wear the metaphorical pants in this friends with benefits relationship, but he wasn’t a sissy.

“You want me to clean it, as in lick it?” He clarified, hoping he was mistaken or had misheard her.

“Lick it, suck it, I don’t really mind how you do it,” Chloe quipped, relaxing back against the door, sitting opposite Gavin with her legs parted, her fist gently stroking the silicon dick lodged between her legs.

“But, Chlo, I’m not gay,” he reminded her, his voice stressed with confusion.

“And I’m not a man,” Chloe chuckled, sitting up a little more and pushing out her breasts as if she could make it any more obvious.

“But, that is a cock,” he noted, his eyes dropping back to the silicone dick in her hand.

“It’s a cock shaped object,” she corrected him, as if the distinction made any difference. “And it’s not going to taste like a cock. It’s going to taste of wherever it’s been and the only place it’s recently been is inside me. So, all you’re going to taste is me. It’s just like if I put a finger in myself and let you lick it.”

Gavin folded him arms, contemplating. “It’s a good bit thicker than a finger,” he remarked, eyeing the length and girth of the toy. “I’m just not sure…”

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. I’m not trying to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do, Gavin. I just thought it might be fun and you might enjoy tasting me on it,” Chloe interrupted, quick but soothing, making him relax. “But I think you do want to, you’re just worried what it means if you enjoy it.”

This was the problem with a relationship like friends with benefits. The person you were fucking was still your friend and your friend sometimes was able to read you better than you could yourself. Gavin's initial reaction hadn’t been that he didn’t want to clean the cock, but why had Chloe asked. Had she recognised some gayness or femininity in him that made her think that he might enjoy licking and sucking a dick? He bit his lip and looked back up at Chloe’s face, a kind, patient expression watching him.

“Yeah, maybe,” he admitted softly.

“I’ve spent all day struggling with the same thoughts and the same feelings. I went on a date with Hannah and had sex with her, and even though we used this cock…” She stroked the length of the strap-on as she said the word ‘cock’, and continued, “…it was still just us, two girls. I couldn’t figure out if I was a lesbian or if I was just infatuated with Hannah. I still enjoyed fucking guys, like Kurt, and you, so I was really confused. Was I a lesbian, was I bisexual, was there even a right answer?”

“And?” Gavin asked eagerly. “Did you figure it out?”

“With the help of a friend, though it took me a while to understand. She told me something very important,” Chloe said, releasing the cock and crawling across the backseat to Gavin. She brought her face up close to his, her lips hanging close to his. “She said, ‘who cares’.”

Before Gavin could respond, she pressed her mouth to his, kissing him deeply. Gavin kissed her back, sinking into the sensation of her lips on his, parting them slightly and slipping out his tongue to meet hers. They kissed deep and hard and passionate and fast, closing their eyes as they lost themselves in the heat of the kiss, taste and touch, as Gavin’s hands grazed her thighs, Chloe clutched to his arms. She moaned into his mouth, and he groaned back with equal fervour.

While they kissed, Chloe gradually slid a hand down along his arm, grazing his skin lightly, until her hand met his. He felt her fingers tenderly touch his, nudging his hand between her thighs. His hand trailed the inside, following the contours of her thick thighs until he felt his knuckles bump against something hard and stiff and unfamiliar. His body tensed, relaxing slightly as he felt her lips smile. Gently she turned his hand over, and pressed his palm to the shaft of her cock. It was still wet from when her pussy had gushed all over it. And it was surprisingly warm, like a cloth left out in the sun. Carefully, her hand began to move, and Gavin’s hand with it, the two of them stroking the cock in unison.

But Gavin could tell it wasn’t real. Beside the fact that he already knew it, he’d stroked his own cock enough to know the difference between the real thing and an imitation. As realistic as it looked with its painted skin tone and veins and ridges, there was no give, he couldn’t feel it moving beneath his hand. And the warmth radiating from it clearly didn’t come from within. It could only give what it had already taken from Chloe. The difference seemed small, but it was as vast as the sun to the moon.

Chloe broke the kiss, leaning back from him, and at the same time released her hand from his, allowing him to continue to stroke the strap-on completely willingly and of his own volition, which he did. She leaned back, her hands propping her up, legs slightly spread, watching Gavin rub the faux cock, a look of utter disbelief on his face. He looked up at her, looking for a reason why he was doing this, why he couldn’t tear his hand away.

“She said, if you want it, take it,” Chloe said, paraphrasing Meagan’s advice. “So the only question you have to ask yourself Gavin, the only one that matters is, do you want it?”