Circumnavigate the truth.

Naomi grinned sheepishly. "Busted! I, uh, have a little confession to make."

Dave eyed her warily. "Yeah?"

"I've developed some, uh... feelings for you," she said in what she hoped was an embarrassed voice. "I asked Sophie if she could help..."

"With what?" he asked incredulously.

"I don't know, getting to know you..." Naomi tried to channel her confession of love/coming out moment with her college roommate. Stacy was straight as an arrow, of course, and Naomi brought back that sense of trepidation and suspense. "I guess I was a little intimidated..."

He's looked at her in amazement, then at himself. Gotta work on that body image. She was instinctively strategizing on ways to improve his self-esteem.

"How were you intimidated by me?"

"I don't know, is it so weird? You're a smart guy and you seem really kind and thoughtful." She was carefully calibrating her compliments to best stroke his ego. "You're a good guy, man. That's hard to find."

"I... I mean, Naomi, what are you saying?"

Naomi was still undecided on how to move forward. if she pledged her love to him and then changed hands, it could break his heart. He was supposed to give her back after the sex.

Supposed to. She had already unconsciously accepted that she was going to try to stay in his domain as long as possible. Suddenly she remembered he was still anxiously waiting to hear her answer.

In a stroke of inspiration, Naomi surged forward and locked her lips onto his.

It was quite interesting, being with a man. He felt far denser and greasier than her previous lovers. He was grunting, his hairy arms already slick with sweat. Naomi deliberately ignored a fart.

"Oh my fucking GOD," she wheezed as he crudely reached into her pants. His grasping fingers wiggled around and she struggled to breathe with his whole hand in her already tight jeans. She shakily unzipped, popped the button, and let out a loud sigh of relief. Dave was grunting, but it was a little higher-pitched now.

"Oh God, Dave," she moaned. "I love the way you touch me."

He rammed his middle finger into her and she grunted with pain. He started wiggling it around and the image of a whack-a-mole game came to mind. "Ah, ahhhh, ahh..." she gasped lightly as he continued to probe.

"Oh fuck, oh Dave, I needed this so bad," which was not not the truth. "I've never felt anything like that in my life," which was a lie. His face was red now and she noticed tears dampening his matted beard. Her eyes moistened instantly. "Oh my Dave, oh, put it in me, put it-"

It was bigger than she expected. She figured dildos and strap-ons would have created unrealistic expectations, but nope. It was big and throbbing and maybe slightly crooked. As he began to piston in and out of her, she grunted back at him the way he had been. His grunts became slightly more staccato.

"Oh Dave, put your hands on my tits!" Dave was the kind of guy who waited to be given permission. "I wanna feel them on my skin!"

Dave's big meaty paws smashed against her chest. Why did his palms have so many callouses? He was a part-time software developer. His uncut nail sank into her chest and she cried out in pleasure. She might be bleeding, but Dave was in heaven as he squeezed her breasts like water balloons. He was suddenly laughing manically. Naomi started to ask what was wrong but he was wheezing with panic.

"No condom! No condom!"

Naomi felt a weird, mildly unpleasant swishing feeling. Like something you feel at the dentist, but in her pussy. She screamed with pleasure, being careful to point her cries away from Dave's ears.

"Ahhhh fuck fuck fuck me, that was amazing, ohhh Daaaave," she panted. Now seemed like an opportunity time to be a little more manic pixie. She rubbed her hands up and down his torso and he sighed.

"Goddamn, dude, where did that come from? If I knew you could fuck like that, I'd have banged you freshman year," Naomi lied. "That was unreal!"

"Seriously?" Dave panted. His face was still bright red. "I wasn't at the, uh, top of my game."

"I don't know if you could tell, but that was the best dick I've ever had."

Watching Dave's eyes alight with an epiphany, Naomi knew she'd overplayed her hand again.

"You- you're a lesbian, right? You had that girlfriend, the one with-"

"Hey, sexuality is fluid!" she interrupted. "I get more from knowing I've satisfied you-"

"Wait, did you really not cum?" he was aghast. "That was all an act?"

Naomi had really painted herself into a corner here. "Uhhh... I mean, I'm still getting used to sleeping with men. I used to be a lesbian, but now all I want is you."

"You know what I want?" Dave replied.