Elephant in the Closet

"What?" I said, annoyed. "What is that meant to mean?"

"It's just...look, like I said, it doesn't matter. You don't need to prove yourself to me - no matter what, you'll always be the same Karen to me. Who cares if you're a lesbian?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The condom! Come on...who do you think you're feeling? You don't want my penis to touch your privates. And like I said, that's fine. So you're not attracted to men? I say do whatever makes you happy."

I glanced down at the small piece of latex he'd pulled out of his pocket, and hesitated for a moment.

"Seriously," he repeated, in that patronizing tone that drove me up the wall. "It's fine."

I took the condom out of his hand, and threw it against the wall.

"I want to feel you inside of me," I hissed. "I want to feel your flesh against mine. Nothing would make me happier. Nothing would turn me on more."

I could tell that he wasn't convinced, but as he rolled me over and lined his unprotected cock up with my entrance, I kept going.

"Do it," I said fiercely. "Fuck me. Fuck me bareback. Do it, Simon, please - I need to feel your jizz inside of me. I want to feel you cumming in my exposed pussy. I'm not on the pill, did you know that?"

He clearly didn't, and hesitated, but I reached up and pulled his body onto mine, shuddered with pleasure as I felt his cock split my pussy in two.

"Oh yes," I said, my husky voice now whispering directly into his ear. "Do it. Cum inside me, Simon. Knock me up. Give me your baby..."

"Are you sure you and your girlfriend don't want to adopt?" he replied jokingly, and it took every ounce of self-control in my body not to slap him.

Wrapping my legs around him, I pulled him deeper and deeper into my bare cunt each time he thrust forward. As part of my make-over that day, I'd shaved for the first time - my legs, my pits, my pussy - everything. I'd wanted to be hairless and smooth for Simon, but I'd forgotten to even show him before we began to fuck.

For a moment, I glanced at the strange device beside Simon's bed, pointing straight at us. Was that new? I hadn't noticed it before - it was covered in small lights, and they seemed to be glowing in time with Simon's thrusts. Before I could focus too much on it though, the pleasure began to overtake my body, and my eyes fluttered closed.

I swear I saw lights as I came, blinking and throbbing. I climaxed again and again, my hips pushing forward to meet Simon, loving the feeling of his chest as it came in contact with my nipples with each thrust. My orgasms grew and grew, getting longer and more intense each time I came, but when I knew Simon was getting close, I opened my eyes - I wanted to watch him cum, I wanted to see his face when he finally believed that I was straight, that I wasn't a lesbian.

As Simon came, I matched it with an orgasm of my own - the most intense that I'd had with him so far. Almost immediately, he pulled out of me, and presented me with his still-hard (but rapidly softening) cock.

He didn't need to tell me what to do - I took it in my mouth, savoring every drop of our shared juices that I could taste. This wasn't the first time that I'd tasted my own juices, not by a long shot, but there was something deeply erotic about his cum mixing with mine.

I looked at him expectantly, and he began to laugh.

"Okay," he said finally, after his chuckles had died down. "You win: I believe you. You're not a lesbian. Holy fuck, that was amazing."

"Yeah," I said with a grin. "Again?"

We fucked twice more that night - I had some of the most powerful orgasms that I'd ever experienced, and I could tell that Simon's were just as intense. Afterward we lay there, just holding each other's naked bodies, and I listened to Simon's breathing as he drifted off to sleep.

When I was confident that he was out for the night, I slipped out of bed and into the hallway and called Leslie.

"Don't worry," I whispered as she answered with a sleepy "Hello?"

"Our secret is still safe..."