No, instead you confes your own secrets...

Sighing, you look at your new girlfriend very carefully. She looks incredibly nervous, even though she tries to hide it with a smile your way. Of course, your sigh is loud enough to get her attention, causing her to look at you, raising her eyebrows curiously.

"What is it, John?"

"You're not wrong, Rachel. I have a lot of questions. However, there is a very good reason why I accepted your 'not so little' secret so easily. I... *Sigh* I have my own secrets."

Rachel's worry increases instead of decreasing. Now she is looking at you intently, gently biting her bottom lip. You can also see her body tense up from her, indicating that her automatic fight or flight response is close to being triggered.

"What do you mean exactly, John?"

You open your mouth to answer her, then close it. You bring your right hand to your chin, gently scratching at the slight stubble that has started to grow back there. You should probably shave tomorrow, it occurs to you as you try to figure out how to explain your secret to Rachel without coming off as an over-the-top idiot. Or even worse, that she doesn't understand the importance of the whole thing.

"John?"

Shit, you're scaring her, asshole! Think, dammit, think! Fortunately, your awkward movements in the chair make you notice the moisture between your buttocks, a metaphorical light bulb turning on instantly in your head.

"It's probably a lot easier if I... *ahem* Show you instead."

"Uh...Not that I don't appreciate the sight of your gorgeous ass and all, John, but..."

"That's not what I… Just come closer, please. You have to see it up close to understand. Probably touch, too."

Probably misinterpreting your request, Rachel shoots you a mischievous smile, but she steps closer. Moving your feet a bit and spreading your legs even wider, you lean even more over the bathroom sink. Seeing your undignified posture in the mirror doesn't help your nerves, and Rachel's expression doesn't help it. Still, you point a shaky finger at your ass, then wave your hand like you're pulling something apart. Still smiling, Rachel gently parted your asscheeks, before letting out a half-mischievous, half-surprised gasp.

"Oh! You prepared your... John, you didn't have to do that for me. I..."

"I did nothing!"

Your sudden frustrated growl makes Rachel jump in surprise. Looking at her in the mirror, you try to take several deep breaths to try to calm yourself down. The mix of fear, excitement and frustration is pushing you to the limit.

"I need… I need you to use your finger. Please shut up! You'll understand everything soon, but you need to save your jokes for now."

Incredibly confused now, Rachel uses her index finger to rub your puckered hole, making you shiver. A bit of moisture sticks to her finger, which makes Rachel smile again, but she sobers up again when she sees your expression. Rolling her eyes, she begins to slowly insert her finger.

Another gasp escapes her, this time completely in surprise. Ignoring your grimaces and trembling body, Rachel positions herself to get a better look at what she's doing. She further separates your buttocks, opening your anus and inserting her finger again, this time more carefully and feeling your insides. Her surprised exclamation of "what the hell?" perfectly matches your moan of pleasure.

"John, what... This looks like... This is a?"

"Yes, Rachel. That's…oh god…that's my clit. I didn't prepare for you either."

She looks at you confused for a moment, but soon understanding dawns on her face.

"You didn't use lube, did you? You... You literally don't need it at all..."

You nod your head slightly, confirming her correct interpretation of the facts. You try to get up, but a hand on your back stops you. The hand gently caresses your lower back, gently scratching the area before separating your buttocks again with the help of another hand. A playful finger traces circles around your rosebud again, making you shiver.

"SSSh, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you, John. Never…"

Despite your fears, your crush's soft voice makes you relax, moaning her name as her finger gently slides inside you again. Your natural moisture makes it incredibly easy, and your insides are elastic enough to stretch around the invading finger without pain. You literally have a pussy in your ass.

"Rachel, fuck...you feel so good, baby...oh god..."

It's your soft sobs that finally make Rachel stop, literally at it. She stiffens suddenly, almost yanking her finger out, but at the last moment she seems to notice her and she does so carefully. The next thing you know, she's hugging you, whispering frantic apologies in your ear, promising that she'll never touch you like that again...