Talk things out

"Fuck, I don't know, Rachel" you tell her. "To be honest, I've never really thought about what we just did. Can we just sit down and talk about it for a little while?"

Rachel looks at you with a loving smile. "Of course we can, John. I can totally see how this would be confusing to you. And it's really a little bit confusing to myself. I'll tell you what. I'm going to go get dressed in my room. How about you go and dress yourself, and then we'll talk about this in the kitchen in ten minutes?"

You give a sigh of relief. "That would be great, thanks for understanding, Rachel." And with that, you wrap yourself in a towel and walk down the hall to your room. On your way there, your mind races with questions, about Rachel, about yourself, and about your relationship.

Foremost among those questions is perhaps the most important. Does this make me gay? You shake your head, unable to come up with an answer. You quickly put on a t-shirt, and as you put on a pair of baggy sweatpants, you hear a door open, then some footsteps, and then another door open and then close.

You think to yourself, That was probably her going to her room, and decide to head down to the kitchen while she's getting ready, so as to avoid an awkward conversation in the hallway.

You make your way to the kitchen, thoughts still racing, and you sit at the kitchen table. Before long, you realize that the seconds feel like hours, and you get up to make some hot chocolate. You spend the better part of ten minutes walking around the kitchen, making a steaming hot mug for both yourself and Rachel.The most agonizing part was waiting for the hot chocolate to heat in the microwave, all you can do is pace and fidget with your hands. Finally the microwave dings, and you take the mugs out and put them on the table. Turn back to the fridge for whipped cream and then walk to the cabinet and pick out two large marshmallows. In the background, you hear Rachel's footsteps as she walks down the stairs, and you hurry a little faster to make sure you've finished the hot chocolate by the time she gets to the kitchen.

You're just finishing putting whipped cream in the second mug when she appears in the doorway, and it's all you can do to maintain your grip on the can. She looks absolutely gorgeous, more beautiful than any girl you've ever met before. "Whoa" is all you can say. She pauses in the doorway, allowing you to get a really good look at her. The first thing you notice is her hair. It's silky and wavy, and she's put one side behind her shoulder while the other side remains in front, almost beginning to cover her eye. The next thing you notice is her boobs. Perfectly filling out a tight camisol, they draw you in like a black hole. Your eyes continue their downward descent past her flat belly and towards her waist, your cock twitching when your vision comes to rest for a moment on her crotch. Your cheeks heat up a little as you remember the shower you just had, the memory only serving to highlight the question burning in your mind.

Rachel smiles. "ready to talk? I know how hard this is for you, but I just want you to know how much it means to me that you haven't thrown me out in disgust."

Your eyebrows draw together, "Rachel, I would never do that to you! just because I'm confused about things doesn't mean I don't like you anymore. All I want to do is talk to you about this and try to figure out what's happening. I've just got a lot of questions running through my head that I need to sort out right now." Rachel nods and walks over to the table as you're talking, and you hand her a mug. You both sit down, and you take a sip of hot chocolate to calm your nerves. "Rachel, the first thing I need to say is that I'm not gay. Or at least, I've never thought I was. And to be honest, after what happened earlier, I'm starting to question that conviction. I just don't really know what to do."

"Oh, John, I don't think this makes you gay. Not at all. I've never really had anyone want to talk this out with me, which is why I'm so glad you're willing to do it. The way I see it, in order to be gay, you have to actually like guys, and from what I can tell, you haven't suddenly changed your preferences. after all, you certainly did seem to enjoy fingering me. For all intents and purposes, I am a woman, and a damn sexy one, if I do say so myself" you laugh at her confidence and give her a smile and a nod, then she continues, "I just happen to have a cock. That doesn't make me a dude. I've felt self-conscious about it my whole life because I was afraid of someone thinking I'm not a girl. In my opinion, people are too uptight about this sort of thing. After all, there are a lot of guys who are straight and like to get pegged by their wives or girlfriends. I'm not saying you have to do anything like that, I'm just saying that people like that are out there, and just the fact that You like a girl who has a dick doesn't make you gay"

You nod. What she's saying makes a lot of sense. "You make a good point, and it's a huge relief that you think that, because I really do like you. And I do like the fact that you have a cock. I definitely know I'm not gay, but something about you having a cock is a huge turn-on for me." She giggles flirtily, and you smile back, staring into those adorable blue eyes.

The two of you spend the next few hours talking about various things, ranging from the sex you just had in the shower, to videogames, to movies, and then, finally, to your relationship. by the time you get to the question of whether or not you'll be boyfriend and girlfriend, it's nearly midnight. The two of you are yawning, and you decide to tackle the question tomorrow.

You take the two mugs and put them in the dishwasher, and Rachel leans against the kitchen door, watching you, waiting for you. As you make your way toward her, you feel a stirring in your nether regions. She looks so damn sexy waiting for you.

You grab her hands in yours and softly push her up against the wall, touching your lips to hers. Rachel pulls away and lets go of one of your hands, then opens the door and walks toward the stairs while you happily follow. When you reach her bedroom door, she leans up to you and whispers "Please sleep with me tonight, John". Your cock instantly stands at attention, eager to take her up on the offer.