I say yes

Before I can answer her, Connie says, “I’m not asking you to give up your business. I mean, I came to you to eat my pussy when I was dating a guy I hoped to marry; I can’t really get on my high horse about you eating other girls. As long as you keep it to that, I’m OK with it. It’s your cock I want to myself. When you’re done eating their pussies, you won’t need them to get you off, I promise you. Just come home and I’ll give you all the fucking you need.”

That’s one question answered. And as I think about the other, Danni-as-girlfriend might be nothing more than a wish—I can’t even be sure she’s into guys!—while Connie is here and now, and I know she’s into me. And while there’s a lot I don’t know about her as a person, what I know, I like, and I enjoy. I gently squeeze her tits and say, “Mine.” Connie sighs happily. I shift my swelling prick so it’s between her legs, resting against her twat, and say, “Yours.” She hums with pleasure. “If you really want me, yeah, I’m yours. Thank you for letting me keep the business going, and I promise you: my cock is only for you.” I start kissing her neck; she turns her head and kisses me back, passionately. I can see the joy lighting her face, and I realize she’s beautiful in a way I hadn’t seen before.

As we kiss, I start gently kneading Connie’s tits, pinching her nipples against my thumbs. “Mmmmm,” she purrs, reaching a hand between her legs to press my cock (which is now fully erect) into her quim. She starts rocking her hips, humping me and getting me slick. “I’m going to love getting used to this. You make me feel so fucking good, baby . . . Make love to me. Take me hard, lover, and make me your girl.” I reach my hand between her legs, and she shifts to make room for me; I press on my cockhead and thrust, pivoting my hips and driving my shaft into Connie’s pussy. She moans, “Take me, lover. Make me cum all over my man’s big cock.” For the first time in my life, I’m having sex with my girlfriend. Life is good.