Maybe

"I'm... not sure." you admit. "I always thought I didn't but..."

"But you liked that." Anastasia finishes your sentence for you.

You nod, and swallow.

"Do you want to try and figure out if you liked it?"

You nod again, hoping she means what you think she does.

"Well then..." she leans in close to you. "We're going to need to kiss again."

⚀⚂ - 1 (Charisma) = 3

You find yourself getting lost in her words, and you close your eyes and pucker your lips and wait. Instead of her lips though, it's a finger that touches your lips. Almost without thinking, you open your mouth slightly and let it in. She slowly pulls it out, and you hear a slight pop as it leaves your mouth. Did you just suck on her finger?

"But you haven't taken enough care of your lips." she tells you, "kissing you would feel like kissing a man. So before we do this, I'm going to give you a little makeover. Take off your robe."

You undress without thinking, and before long you're standing in front of her, blushing and wearing only your underwear.

"Hold still." she says, and you obey, but she responds by blindfolding you, plunging you into darkness. You open your mouth to protest, but she puts a finger, with something slick and creamy on it to your lips and says "Shhhh." so you don't.

She begins to spread whatever it is over your lips, and you can't help but think it feels similar to your kiss from before.

Her hands travel over your body sometimes, but they focus on your face, and your hair. after a while you stop trying to figure out what she's doing, and instead focus on not letting your increasing arousal show. Occasionally she reveals your eyes, but tells you to keep them closed, and does something to them as well. After what feels like an hour, she lifts up your blind fold.

"Open your eyes." you do, and see her in front of you. Surprisingly, she then puts your blindfold back over your eyes. "Do you think that woman is attractive?" she asks, as if it wasn't her.

"Yeah, she was attractive." you say, also pretending you didn't know it was her. After what feels like another three hours, she tells you "I have a photo here I want to show you, and you can tell me if you think this woman is attractive."

You nod, and she pulls off your blindfold for a moment, and you see a sexy blonde before she says "Close your eyes." and puts it back on. "What did you think."

She looked a little like your mom, but you saw that it wasn't, probably just because she was blonde, and wearing makeup. "She was kind of hot... Her lips were.... they looked nice."

"Heehee, you're a real kissing fiend aren't you?" you feel yourself blush. "You wanted to kiss her?"

"...just a little." you admit.

"You can't, because..." she pulls off your blindfold and you see the woman again. After a moment, you take in more of your surroundings, and realize something so shocking, that you take a few steps back and fall onto the bed. "...She's you! You were looking into the mirror."

You feel like you should say something in your defense, that you don't want to kiss yourself or something, or at least stand up. You don't really have anything you can say, actually, so you'd probably have to settle for getting back on your feet.