Liz is confused about your state of partial undress

"So, er, John," says Liz. "Are you a transvestite by any chance?"

Your perfectly masculine jeans and boxers (doubly so now that women don't wear jeans or boxers, ever) are pooled on the floor nearby, and your shirt is a typical men's casual shirt. You have no idea where Liz's question came from. "No," you say after a beat, calmly but firmly.

Liz smiles with a hint of anxiety, not wanting to wrong-foot you. "Not that there's anything wrong with it, of course. I have a friend who likes to cut loose every now and then in his apartment: he did it once for a party. I'm only guessing because you're not wearing any bottoms," she said.

It clicks. "Oh! I see! No, I'm not a transvestite, it's that I literally just finished cumming inside Amy and haven't had a chance to clean up yet."

Liz looks a little apprehensive. "Ah, yes, that's a bit awkward. Um, feel free to go clean up, you don't have to keep me company just because I barged in on you and Amy having sex. Unless you have a reason you want to parade half-naked in front of me?"

Ah, right, you really aren't meant to be traipsing around half-naked just because women are or because you've just had sex. But there's a way of fixing that. "Well, I wanted you to have a chance to get comfortable first, but I see that I'm making that difficult. What would you think of cleaning me off with your mouth?"

Liz's face relaxes. "Oh thank goodness," she says, "I was afraid that you were some sort of weirdo. Come on over here and I'll lick you clean," she says gamely.

You get up and move towards the sofa. Liz' face happens to be the same height as your crotch, so you stand in front of her as she takes your semi-firm member with her fingers as though picking up a sausage. "Hmm," she says contemplatively, before spotting a small blob of semen on your shaft and licking it up. "Interesting," she says. He looks up at you with a grin. "I didn't do this with my friend George!"

"I wouldn't have guessed so," you banter back. She winks at you and tentatively puts your knob in her mouth.

Amy comes over with Liz's beer. "Looks like you two are getting acquainted," Amy chirps in a sing-song voice. "I'll be right back...just need to get a towel for my chair, because I'm dripping everywhere." You nod to Amy with a smile as she leaves.

You look back down to Liz, who is still experimenting with ways to interact with your cock using her mouth. "I don't want to be indelicate, but I'm guessing you don't do this sort of thing very often?"

Liz blushes, then smiles despite herself. "No, actually. I like guys, but most of the ones I know are idiots. I've never really played with one before. George is the first one I've seen up close, and he's just a friend."

"Here," you say, "open wide." Liz obliges, and you rest your cock on her tongue. "Now purse your lips around my shaft, and careful with the teeth." She closes her mouth, pouting around your girth.

You twitch, and Liz reacts with a soft squeak. She makes to speak but discovers an obvious problem. You gently tap her shoulder, which she takes as a signal to open up and pull back. "I can feel you growing in my mouth!" she exclaims.

You smile. "Well, most guys do like putting their cocks in pretty girls' mouths."

Liz looks scandalized and amused. "John! Do you really think you should be talking to me about other guys getting sucked on?"

"Well," you say, "all this preperation is getting me hard."

Liz rolls her eyes. "That's completely different. Look, I'll clean your and my sister's juices off you, and do my best not to get distracted by your excitement at having your...thing in my mouth, and you just behave yourself. Deal?"

"Deal," you say. "Okay, do like before, and once I'm in your mouth, slowly swirl your tongue around my cock. Pay special attention to the part just below my knob. Got that?"

"Sure," she says, and opens her mouth comically as though ready to take a big bite of a sandwich. You brush off the association and put your cock on her tongue. She closes her mouth and begins an inexpert, but still pleasant, blowjob.

Amy returns, two towels on her arm, to see her sister swallowing you nearly to the base. "I see you're getting along well," she says, tossing one towel over the arm of the sofa. "That one's for you Liz. Is John teaching you to suck cock?"

Liz starts slightly, but you stroke her hair reassuringly. "Just for the purposes of cleaning our juices off," you reply for her.

"That's nice of you, Liz!" Amy carefully places the edge of the towel on the edge of her seat, draping its front on the floor, then sits down so as to pin the towel in place. "I see John is getting really hard again...unless he'd like you to actually give him a blowjob, you can probably finish off by dragging your lips up his shaft and over his head." Liz follows her instructions, and lets your newly erect manhood pop free of her lips.

"That was interesting," Liz muses. She looks to the towel Amy put on the sofa, reaches to grab it, and expertly inserts it just beneath her crotch, which is becoming flush with colour. "Thanks Amy. Er, will that do John?" Liz looks up to you uncertainly, your cock wagging in her face.