Yes.

"Yes." I sighed, "Every word."

"So did I." She said, pulling me in for a hug. "And that scares me..."

"Why?" I asked, my mind still in a fog of pleasure.

"Because I'm a DYKE!" She growled, "I'm not supposed to... To want this. I'm not supposed to even want to..." She paused and looked down to where we were still joined "... A guy."

I had no response, merely continuing to maintain our embrace. She wasn't pushing me away, and my cock within her was still hard.

"I want... I love Charlotte, but... I love you." She sighed. "I wanted to feel you, and when you started going inside me..."

"Oh..." I sighed back, propping my weight on my elbows, so that I wasn't crushing her. "I thought you... I thought you wanted this."

"I... wanted you to be happy. But... Now..." She gently bit her lip, and I could feel her shift around me. "Now, I... don't know!"

She took a deep breath, before continuing.

"I wanted to kiss you." She explained. "I just didn't know about the actual fucking." Her face took on an odd expression. "Are... Are you still fucking me?"

I pushed my hips against hers in answer to her question, driving my still-hard cock into her soaked pussy. Her mouth opened in a slight shock.

"Oh... That feels... so right..." She moaned, "I feel like we just... fit together so well."

"I wanted to make you happy." I said, leaving out the fact that I had wanted her for days, and that she knew it.

"Brent, I'm a dyke." She stated, her pussy clamping on my cock in a rebuttal of that point. "I don't like guys."

"Ok." I smiled at her again, gently maintaining slow movement within her body. I was still aroused, still ready, and her conversation was turning me on a bit, simply because I could hear her lovely voice.

"And we're... STILL fucking..." Her mouth opened in a quiet realization.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, pulling away so that only a portion of my cock remained in her.