Meet the Girls 5 - The Talk

After what feels like an hour in the shower, you've finally managed to clean yourself up. A thick layer of steam is still fogging the tiny bathroom as you finish blowing your hair dry. You have long and voluminous hair, so that process unfortunately eats up a LOT of time. In the fogged up mirror, you can vaguely make out not only your naked frame but also Zoey's shape behind you, leaning against the door frame.

"Creep." you comment her presence.

"Huh?" Zoey replies, apparently not having heard you over the sounds of the blowdryer, prompting her to walk over.

"I called you a creep." you repeat and let her hug you from behind.

"Guilty as charged." the futanari smirks and rests her chin on your shoulder. Her naked body is pressed against yours, cooling your heated skin. Also, her soft penis is pressing against the back of your thighs. While the fact that she is getting into the crossfire of your blowdryer does amuse you, you opt to turn it off.

"Had a nice shower?" she asks and nuzzles her nose into your neck.

"Well, yes." you answer and put the dryer down. "Since I actually have more than just shampoo lying around, unlike a certain someone."

"Hey, it's shampoo and body wash in one, okay?" Zoey defends herself. You proceed to rub some of the fog off the mirror to reveal both of your reflections.

"You see this look on my face?" you ask and point at the mirror. "That is the look of a woman who is not convinced."

"That's okay because that woman looks sexy as fuck." she responds and squeezes her arms around your torso.

"Oh, shut up." you reply and lean back against her. You've got to say, you two make a really cute reflection like this. Even she looks cute. Cute with you. Cuter than a fuckboy would be with one of her random chicks, no? Okay, maybe it's time to finally touch on that.

"Say, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot." Zoey replies and leans her head against yours.

"So, uhm, well, this, you know, thing between us..." you begin, trying to find the right words.

"Thing?" repeats your lover with a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Ugh, you know what I meeeann." you groan. "This, whatever we have going on."

"What about it?" she asks and her tone becomes noticably more serious.

"You know, I've been wondering how you view, like, this. Me." you elaborate poorly.

"How I view you?" Zoey repeats, looking into your eyes through the reflection in the mirror.

"Yeah. I mean, it's obvious you, you know, got a lot going on."

"And you want to know where you stand, huh?" the futa concludes.

"Kinda." you admit and shrug.

"Well, to be perfectly honest... I'm not sure." she says, sounding a bit awkward. "Shit, this might open up a whole can of bugs now."

"What do you mean?" you ask her, ignoring the fact that she got the saying wrong.

"Oof, okay, look." she begins and hugs you a little tighter. "I like you. A lot. Like, more than expected, honestly."

"Well, thanks, heh." you chuckle, a bit taken aback by the sudden sincerity.

"Thing is... like you said, I'm kind of a slut." the brawny futa continues. "I had stuff with a lot of girls. Still do, in fact. But somehow, it feels... different with you. Like, a little bit."

"Different how?" you ask, unable to suppress a curious smile.

"Fuck, I dunno." Zoey sighs and shakes her head. "I'm not good with romantic shit."

"Romantic?" you repeat. While you did already suspect her explanation would go in that direction, hearing her use the word is still pretty unexpected. As matter of fact, you almost instantly feel your heart beat a little faster.

"Oh, uhm, yeah. I guess." Zoey admits, an uncharacteristic sense of insecurity in her voice. "Truth is, I never really did, like, love stuff. Relationship stuff."

"Wait, you never had a relationship?" you ask, genuinely surprised.

"Nah, not really." the futanari answers. "Pretty much just sex. Or like, friends with benefits, you know."

"Wow." you say and shake your head. "But why not? Can't tell me no one was ever interested."

"Sure, people were." Zoey confirms and shrugs. "I just wasn't ever comfortable with the thought of it. Like, the commitment, responsibility..."

"Afraid of being tied down, huh?" you conclude.

"Partly." Zoey admits. "But also... I dunno if I'd be a good girlfriend. What I know is, I can fuck. That's what I can be confident about. Kinda became my comfort zone."

"Hmm." you hum and ponder her words. "I think you'd be a good girlfriend. And not just because of what you can do with this thing." you add and wiggle your butt a little, making her dick move too.

"Heh, thanks." Zoey smiles. "But now it's your turn. I just fucking poured my soul out here."

"Alright, alright." you chuckle, having lost a bit of your nervousness by this point. "To be honest, from the very start I kinda told myself I'd just be another lay, which - it was fine with me. But you didn't really treat me like just another chick..."

"I did not?" Zoey asks, a slightly confused expression on her face.

"At least it didn't feel like it. Not always." you explain. "So over time it got me wondering. Maybe just another lay isn't all this can be?"

"Hm." hums the muscular tomboy and nods. "Hella corny."

"Zoey, for fuck's sake!" you laugh out, taken aback by her bluntness.

"Sorry, sorry." she chuckles and kisses your neck. "Go on."

"I'm not sure what else there is to say." you shrug. "Like, I'm not even sure what exactly I want. I'm just, you know, curious. About what's possible for us."

"Hmmm, fair enough." Zoey muses and gives you a thoughtful look. "You might be onto something."

"Maybe." you smirk and squeeze her arm. "Or maybe your dick just made me crazy."

"Boy, do I have stories to tell." she grins in response and you can't help but roll your eyes. Of course she does.

"Okay, then." you sigh and break the hug. "Enough sappy talk. Time to get dressed."

"Alright." Zoey agrees and steps away from you. As she walks out the bathroom she stops though. "Shit... Guess, I got some girls to text."

You wonder for a second what she could mean by that, but then it clicks.

"Don't bother." you tell her and she turns around confused. "What? You take me for a spoilsport?" you smirk and watch her face light up in realization.

"Are you serious?" she asks and fittingly, her dick twitches a bit.

"Why not? This is all pretty low-commitment, no?" you grin and shrug. "Just remember who to focus on."

"Hah, trust me, I will." Zoey grins back before flashing a toothy smile.

"Good." you reply and pick the blowdryer back up.

"So threesomes are on the ta-"

"Slow down, Zoey." you interrupt her. "One thing after the other."

But yes, threesomes are probably on the table.