An Enlightening Conversation

“What about me?” George asked again when Jordan didn’t answer after a few seconds, “Look, if I’m doing something-”

“No,” Jordan finally said, turning around and looking directly into his eyes. She was frowning, but not angrily, instead there was sadness, and perhaps regret, in her eyes.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s about you, but not directly about you,” she said, then looked down. Another long pause stretched out, before she made a short grunt of frustration and continued, “Ugh, how do I explain this? Have you felt like you’re… trapped? Like you can’t change because of how people perceive you.”

“I think everyone’s felt that,” George said, “Do I…?”

“No! Let me finish, please.”

Jordan sighed again, and George struggled not to take a deep breath and expose his own frayed nerves. This didn’t seem… bad, he thought. She still seemed to be mostly herself, hopefully the swap hadn’t affected her too much. Unfortunately there wasn’t really anything he could do now if it was. He’d just have to listen and trust everything would turn out well.

“I’m bisexual,” Jordan stated.

“Oh.” That had not been what he was expecting. The type change didn’t make her straight then, did it make her bi instead?

George glanced back over at Jordan, then realized how awful that response was to this sort of a confession. He opened his mouth to try giving some sort of appropriate response, but Jordan raised her hand and cut him off before he could start.

“This isn’t me coming out of the closet, I’m not embarrassed by my sexuality. I’d be a pretty poor lesbian if I was. It’s just… look, when I was younger I had a lot of really bad experiences with guys. So I decided I was only going to date women. And bisexuals aren’t exactly treated well by lesbians sometimes, so I decided, since I wasn’t going to go out with guys anyways, I might as well just say I was a lesbian and omit the other part. It was just easier”

George nodded along, trying to appear pensive instead of how he really felt, which was confused and increasingly horny. Could this be it?

“But?” he inquired.

“But, recently I’ve wanted to try being with a guy again. I’m concerned that I’ve been missing out and denying some important part of myself. But I’m afraid that it’ll turn into a giant mess. Like, the whole reason I didn’t do this sooner is that I’m afraid everyone will treat me like shit for 'changing my mind', especially considering how long it's been. What if that ends up happening and it's not worth it?”

“Well, I won’t treat you any differently, and I'll support you, regardless of which decision you decide to make,” George said, trying to be supportive. Jordan just frowned and then rolled her eyes. She was being about as obvious as she could be, but he didn’t trust himself to make that judgment and come onto her. He wanted this too much. He was compromised.

“How long have you felt like this?” he asked, trying a different route.

“On and off for a few years,” Jordan said, “but tonight, being next to you on that couch, it just felt so intense. Like I needed to try this again.”

Oh, so maybe this wasn’t entirely the app’s doing? Did the app just give a little nudge, and she rationalized the rest? If so, that was a far better process than he thought. That would be a relieve.

“And where do I fit into this?” George asked calmly, just barely hiding the smile that wanted to break across his face. It was, finally, time. But he wanted to hear her say it.

“God, you are so dense,” Jordan almost shouted. It was deserved. “I want to fuck you! I want you to show me what I’ve been missing. I trust you, I trust you not to make this weird if I change my mind tomorrow, and I trust you not to tell anyone if this doesn’t go anywhere.”

Finally. George stepped forward and kissed her deeply, pushing her a step back so her back was against the fridge. Jordan gasped softly at the sudden movement, then smiled brightly against his mouth and kissed him back, her mouth opening slightly so she could explore his. She slowly put her arms over his shoulders, pressing her entire body up against him and sandwiching herself between him and the fridge.

George relished the feeling of her soft lips on his, and her even softer, but unfortunately still confined, breasts pressing against chest. He had so many options now! He almost reached for her bra, but held off, not wanting to go for the prize too soon. Instead he put one hand on her hip, feeling the warm, exposed curves there and allowing him to press her even harder against the fridge. His other hand wandered further down, and, at long last, caressed her ass. It was firm and bubbly, just like he’d always dreamed.

Jordan broke the kiss, though she only had an inch of space to bring her head back before her head bumped against the metal. She had a wide, beautiful smile, and George couldn’t help but smile back.

Then, she brought one of her hands down to his chest and pushed him away slightly. The **** of that push was much stronger than he’d expected, and for a second he worried that she’d already changed her mind. But Jordan hadn’t seemed to notice her sudden bout of strength. Instead, she brought up one of her fingers and put it in front of her face, giving him a faux frown as she did a terrible impression of a strict teacher.

“Remember, this is just for tonight. We’re just seeing how this goes.”

“Does that mean we aren’t finishing the movie?” George asked, the kiss clearly distracting him from all common sense. Why did he ask that of all things?

Jordan dropped the act in confusion, tilting her head as she stared at him, then broke out laughing, “Oh, so you did like the movie then? Told you so! Don’t worry, we can watch it again another night.”

George grinned back, even accidentally revealing that couldn’t keep his mood down. “If that movie always makes you this horny, we can watch it whenever you want.”

“Well, let’s see how well these tryouts go,” Jordan said, then closed the distance herself and kissed him hard.