The confession

Tim felt his heart racing as he gathered the courage to finally confess his feelings. "Lucy, there's something I'd like to ask you," he started, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What is it?" she asked, turning to look at him with a concerned expression.

Tim took a deep breath. "Well, it's about... us."

"Us?" Lucy repeated, her eyes widening slightly.

"Yeah," Tim said, his voice cracking a bit. "I mean, I know this whole situation is weird, but I can't hide the fact that I...I L-like you...a lot..."

The room grew quiet, the only sound the hum of the TV in the background. For a moment, Lucy was still, and Tim's heart dropped. Had he said too much? Was this all a mistake? But then, she leaned in closer, her hand brushing against his thigh.

"Tim," she whispered, "I like you too."

Tim's penis bobbed in excitement, the foreskin moving rapidly as if it were trying to express its own joy. "See? I told you," it said smugly.

Lucy couldn't help but giggle, finding the whole situation surreal yet oddly charming. "I always enjoyed our little chats at the register," she confessed, her hand still resting lightly on Tim's thigh. "They always made my day so much better."

Tim felt a warmth spread through his chest, his nerves giving way to happiness. "Really?"

"Yeah," Lucy nodded, her eyes shining. "You had no idea how much I looked forward to them."

Tim's penis, seemingly satisfied with the revelation, settled down slightly, the foreskin still moving slightly as it listened to their conversation.

"I had no idea," Tim said, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders.

"Well, now you do," Lucy replied, her hand rubbing his thigh. "I always thought you were sweet, but I never knew how much you felt the same way."

"So, does this mean we're...a thing?" Tim's voice was tentative, hopeful.

"Well," Lucy said, her cheeks still flushed from the admission, "I don't know about labels, but I do know that I enjoy spending time with you, Tim. And apparently," she glanced down at his crotch with a smirk, "so does he."

The sentient penis wiggled in agreement, "Yes, I do," it said. "I've liked Lucy since the first time I have seen her."

Tim's eyes went wide. "You...you can see?"

"I can sense," it corrected. "And Lucy has always had a certain...energy about her."

"It's the cashier aura," Lucy joked, nudging Tim playfully.

Tim couldn't help but laugh, feeling the tension in the room dissipate. They chatted away about their shared experiences at the grocery store, the little moments that had brought them together without either of them realizing it. Lucy talked about the way Tim's smile made her heart flutter every time she saw him, and Tim revealed that he had always found her laughter contagious. The conversation grew deeper as they shared their hopes and fears, and Tim felt himself growing more and more attracted to Lucy. Her genuine nature and acceptance of his peculiar condition made him feel seen in a way he never had before.

As the conversation carried on, Lucy reached out and took Tim's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He looked into her eyes, and for a moment, the world outside of her apartment ceased to exist. All that mattered was the warmth of her touch and the sound of her voice. Tim's penis, sensing the shift in mood, grew even more attentive. Lucy noticed the change and smirked. "Looks like someone's happy for us," she said, her thumb stroking Tim's palm.

The penis nodded in agreement, "Very happy," it murmured, a hint of excitement in its voice.

Tim felt a mix of emotions. He had never been this open about his feelings before, let alone with his own penis as an active participant in the conversation.

"So, what do we do now?" Lucy asked, her voice low and curious.

Tim's penis, which had been mostly silent during their heart-to-heart, decided it was time to chime in again. "Well," it began, its voice smooth and suave, "I was thinking we could celebrate this new development."

Tim felt his cheeks burn as Lucy looked at him with a playful smile. "Celebrate?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," the penis said, "you know, get to know each other better."

Tim felt a jolt of panic. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Tim's penis began, "we could explore each other more...intimately."

Tim's mind raced. He fantasized about sharing an intimate moment with Lucy for so long, but he always thought it was just that, a fantasy. And he definitely didn't picture it happening with his penis acting as a wingman.

"What do you think, Tim?" Lucy's voice brought him back to reality. She was looking at him with a playful twinkle in her eye, waiting for his response.

"I think...I think that I would like that," Tim managed to say, his voice cracking slightly.

"Great!" Lucy exclaimed, her eyes locked onto his. "Why don't move this to my room?"

Tim nodded, his penis bobbing in agreement as she grabbed his hand and led the way down the hall. The door to Lucy's bedroom was slightly ajar. The room was softly lit by the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the messy bed and scattered laundry.

"Nice room," Tim's penis commented, its voice now more relaxed and confident. "I can see why you like it here."

"Thanks," Lucy said, blushing as she looked around. "It's a bit messy."

"Messy is cozy," Tim's penis replied, its foreskin moving with the words.

Tim felt his cock throb at the sight of Lucy's flustered expression. He had never seen her so... exposed. It was thrilling.

"So, what's the plan?" Lucy asked, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves.