They play another round of Awkward Questions, but with a twist

They settled by the headboard, entwining their bodies over pillows and under blankets, melting into each other's warmth. Noa was half-sitting, propped up by a hillock of pillows. Reese was curled up against her, resting their head on her shoulder. Noa was playing with Reese's hair.

She snorted.

"What?" Reese asked.

"Nothing."

"Tell meeeee."

"It's dumb and unsexy."

"Well now I have to know."

Noa rolled her eyes. "Well... so... when we were... y'know, at it... I had a thought. Umm..." She tousled her lover's locks; they responded by planting a kiss on her breast. "I thought, 'I wanna play Awkward Questions with Reese again.'"

"Oh..." Reese giggled. "Why?"

"I dunno! I think it was the way you asked me to sit on your face." She blushed. "It was hot and, umm... unexpected."

"Well, you're welcome to do it whenever you want." Now Reese's cheeks were also streaked with crimson. "I like it."

"Yeah?" Noa giggled. "I'll have to keep that in mind..." She bent down and kissed the top of Reese's head. "Umm... but, like... I almost suggested we play it right then and there."

"While we were --"

"Face-first in each other's crotches? Yeah."

"Oh." Reese curled their legs up to hide the sudden stiffness between their legs. "That would be..." They cleared their throat.

"Awkward and unfeasible? A logistical nightmare?"

"...really, really sexy. Oh no, what have I done?" Reese buried their face in Noa's shoulder. "I'm a pervert."

She giggled and gave them a squeeze. "Yeah, but that's okay."

"How dare you." Reese giggled.

"So... you're a fan?"

"Of?"

"Of, umm... seventy minus one?"

"I am a very big fan."

"Noted."

"And I'm a fan of the other thing, too."

"My idea?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"'Cause I love talking to you?"

"Oh." Noa adjusted her glasses. "Do you... want to?"

"Yeah," Reese replied, kissing everywhere their lips touched. "Just... I have a request, if that's okay."

"Shoot."

"Please don't... ask me what my name was before I changed it."

"Your -- oh." Noa squeezed them. "I won't."

"Thank you."

"You're Reese."

Reese angled their head up and invited Noa in for a kiss. Her lips were sweet and warm and welcome on theirs.

Noa was playing with her hair, looking down at Reese. She was... well, not _half-_dressed, maybe closer to 30%-dressed, having donned her beanie and Reese's hoodie, which she left unzipped, displaying her prodigious bust.

Reese was lying beside her in the opposite direction, so that their cheek rested against Noa's thigh. They'd pulled on a black crewneck with a faded print of the "Bella Lugosi's Dead" single artwork, which Noa had been quick to compliment.

It was a little chilly in Reese's bedroom. This was their solution.

"Are you sure this is okay?" Noa asked, resting her head in Reese's lap. "This isn't... weird?"

"I'm okay with it because it's weird," Reese said, "and I like being weird with you."

"Yeah?" She stroked their face. "Promise?"

"I promise. Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Noa smiled. "I am. So..."

"So..."

"So... I kind of thought we could make this, like, a game."

"Isn't it technically already a game?"

"Hush."

"So what were you thinking?" Reese ran their hand along Noa's cheek, teasing a little bit of hair from under her beanie.

"I was thinking we could, umm... well... I mean, we're gonna... use our... mouths, right?" She blushed.

"Yeah?"

"And it's statistically unlikely we'll cum at the same time, right?"

"Yeah...?"

"So what if, umm... what if we take advantage of that?"

"Like a competition?"

"Yeah."

"Interesting..."

"I was thinking that, umm..." Noa swallowed. "That whoever cums first, umm... loses."

"What happens if they lose?"

"Maybe... maybe they have to, like... be the other's **** -- nope, I don't like the politics of that. Hmm... okay, how about the winner gets to make one guilt-free, no-strings-attached request of the loser?"

Reese giggled. "I like the sound of that."

"And nothing ****! No, like, 'oh, you have to walk around naked in public' or, like, 'you have to eat an entire birthday cake while I jerk it' stuff."

"Your mind goes to weird places."

"Hush. Keep it reasonable!"

"Okay!" Reese laughed and kissed her thigh. "Okay." They reached down, found Noa's hand, and squeezed.

"Oh, and we can only, umm.. use our mouths... while the other person is answering. We can use our hands while we're asking the questions."

"That sounds reasonable." They squeezed her hand again. She squeezed back. "Who goes first?"

Noa grabbed her phone and pulled up the digital coin flip from before. "Heads or tails?"

"Tails."

It landed on tails. "You first," Noa said, blushing. She rested her head on Reese's thigh, cheek brushing against their stiffening cock like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Noa shuddered as Reese's fingers teased her clit. They smiled softly into her thigh, looking up at her, as they said, "Okay... I'll start with an easy one. Umm... is there a position you've never tried, but you've always wanted to?"

As Noa began to formulate her answer Reese ducked their head between her legs and went to town on her sex. "Fuck," she moaned, squeezing her knees against the sides of their head. "Oh, this might have been a mistake -- ah --" she released Reese -- "but -- fuck... this is gonna sound totally lame, but I've never... mmm... I've never been fucked from behind."

"Really?" Reese kissed her clitoris, making her shudder.

"Nope." Noa's face was already flushed. "Doggystyle, I mean. Not, umm... I've already told you I don't like -- y'know -- butt... stuff..."

"Me either, remember?"

"True..." Noa ran her hand through Reese's hair. "Umm, but yeah -- I've only ever been on top or on bottom." Her voice was nearly a pant as she said: "My turn."

Reese gave her another kiss and then rested their head on her thigh. They shuddered as she took hold of their cock and began to lightly stroke, enough to tease them but not enough to push them over the edge.

"So," Noa began, lovingly stroking her lover's turgid member, "what's the sexiest thing I've done so far?" She giggled. "What's really... gotten you going?"

"No fair," Reese pouted, "that's going to take forever to answer."

"Aww, you can't pick just one thing?"

"But you do so many things that turn me on..."

Noa grinned. "Good." She rested her chin against the head of Reese's cock. "Answer the question..." She maintained eye contact with her lover as she slipped their cock between her lips.

"I mean there's the little things like -- oh -- like how you call me 'baby' and when I get to watch you waaaaalk away, 'cause you have the cutest butt ever and I want to get to know it better" -- Noa giggled into Reese's cock -- "but also you do stuff like -- fuck -- like when you suck on your nipples or when you brag about yourself." Realizing they hadn't actually fully answered the question, Reese blurted out: "But for the sake of not losing immediately I'll say that the sexiest -- mmm -- thing you've done is suck on your own nipples. My... turn."

Noa mercifully released them from her mouth. She propped herself up with her cheek. "Go!"

Reese teased Noa's moist slit with their index finger. She shuddered. "Do you think you'd ever be willing to take a picture? Or, umm... shoot another... video?" They smiled softly. "There's no right or wrong answer, I'm just curious."

Noa tapped her chin as she thought about it. Her eyes rolled as Reese began to go down on her. "Y'know, I kind of regret that -- mmm -- that I didn't have you take a picture of me. So I still want to do that. And, umm... I think it'd be fun to, umm... to shoot a video... together..." She let herself hang there, allowing Reese to go a little longer, before she squeaked out: "My turn."

Together? Reese grinned at the prospect.

Noa went back to jerking them off, and suddenly that smug grin disappeared. She admired the silly look on their face, smiling herself, then asked the question: "Let's say I told you you could do whatever you wanted with me. Imagine I'd say 'yes' to anything you wanted to do. What's the number one thing that comes to mind, right now? Right off the top of your head?" She took them in her mouth and went to work.

"Umm, so I masturbated earlier, while you were at work, and -- and I had this, like, fleeting image of you -- oh -- t-titfucking me while you were s-sucking your own nip-ples. I don't even know if it's ph-physically possible, but it was... I would love to do that..."

Noa moaned into Reese's crotch as she took their full length down her throat. She released them from her mouth. "That sounds so fucking hot," she muttered.

Reese's fingers plunged into Noa's glistening sex. "Where do you wanna go for our next date?"

Noa's eyes went wide as Reese resumed eating her out. "I wasn't... expecting... that," she panted, wiping her forehead. "Umm... fuck... I wanna... I really wanna go to, like, a movie with you, and maybe a... a show? I know it's boring but -- but I haven't -- I haven't been on a lot of... dates..."

"Me either," Reese said, dragging their tongue across her labia. "I would love that... I love how normal it is." They kissed her clitoris. "Your turn."

Noa's rhythm was a little messed up. She'd clearly been thrown off. "What's... hmm. I... fuck." She tapped her chin. "Okay, this one's super lame, but whatever. What's something you like about me that isn't physical?"

Reese gritted their teeth as Noa sucked them off. "This might sound super fucked up, but... I like that you have... anxiety, too..." They moaned. "I just feel like I can understand you better... and you can... understand me..." They covered their face with their hand, stifling another moan. "Like, I don't like that you have it, but I like that it's something we have... in common... fuck..." They were getting close.

And by the look of it, so was Noa.