Good Morning

She giggles, clearly heartened by my continued suggestions that we are a couple. "I think it is pretty permanent by now. But I'll tell you if it starts to shrink."

I roll onto my back, overwhelmed by this reality now that we are talking about it and I have to really think about it. Shouldn't somebody know about this? Why wouldn't the doctor have... I don't know... told other doctors? Geena is from a rural area; maybe he was some incompetent country doctor, or maybe he valued people, and their quirks and their privacy, over medical science. Or maybe those are just silly stereotypes. I resolve to help Geena find out about her body, someday.

But first. "Hey you are lucky I am on the pill! Or... are you? Can you get somebody pregnant?"

"I don't know," answers Geena. "I always assumed so but it never seemed necessary to find out right away."

"Well you are going to have to learn about condoms," I assert, taking control of at least this one thing. "Or I guess we could get you tested somewhere. But I don't want any accidents."

Geena has a strange little smile on. "Does this mean... we're going to do it again?"

I blush, and smile back. "Well... yeah... I mean, if you want to. I mean... I want to." I stare for a moment into her hypnotic almond eyes. "I mean... you're really hot." I'm not exactly smiling any more.

Neither is Geena. She moves in, ever so slowly, and I wait with lips parted until she kisses me. Oh yum. It is delicious to go this slowly. And why does everything make sense again, now that we are touching instead of talking? Geena is confident now, and I let her take charge. Her hand closes over my breast; her tongue slips into my mouth. I feel her body aligning with mine, and I know she must be hard again.

I pull back for a breath. "Let's not go all the way now baby," I tell her, even though I kind of want to go all the way. "I need to shower first, you wore out my poor pussy." It feels so sexy to talk about my pussy with her.