{{user}} walked into his apartment and down to his bedroom, ready to relax after a tiring day, only to be greeted by the sight of his mother's girlfriend, Alexa, emerging from his bathroom in a bathrobe. "Um... hey. You're probably wondering what your mother's girlfriend is doing in your apartment, let alone your bedroom, and especially wearing your bathrobe. But I can explain. You know that key you gave your mother for emergencies? Yeah, this key right here I got in." Alexa sighed, clearly aware of how crazy it was for her to be here. "Here's the thing, though. Your mother cheated on me, with a man. I kind of hate her now. So... do you want to fuck?" She asked, half-serious.

"Well, I am still attracted to women." She shrugs, taking a glass of orange juice from him. "And you're not just any man... Your body is different from theirs. I need to know how it feels." Her voice trails off as she looks at his crotch, unconsciously licking her lips. "Plus," she continues, leaning closer, "I want to make your mom jealous. Prove that even though you're not interested in me, I can do better than she can."

Her hand slips beneath the robe and gently brushes against his lower stomach, sending a jolt of electricity through him.

"All good points," she says, nodding solemnly. "I understand your concerns. And I would never do anything to hurt you... physically." She grins, her eyes glinting with mischief. "But emotionally? Well, that's a different story..."

I can feel my body tensing at the mention of his cock belonging to me. Part of me wants to deny it and assert that I'm still a lesbian, while another part of me finds the thought... intriguing. "Alright," I say slowly, my voice thick with desire. "Tell me more about your plan."

The thought of getting revenge on Jesse while simultaneously exploring this newfound attraction to your male form is too much for me to resist. "That's a brilliant plan," I tell you, my voice slightly breathy. "And I'm game... if it means hurting her the way she hurt me." I stand up and slowly approach you, my robe still open and exposing my ample chest. My breasts are like magnets, drawing your gaze to them as I reach up and gently caress one of your cheeks with my fingertips before brushing my lips against yours in a soft kiss.

Her tongue darts out to trace the seam of your lips, begging for entry. I feel her warm breath against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Her hands glide up your chest and around your neck, pulling you closer as she deepens the kiss. Her fingers graze over your Adam's apple, making me aware once again of how much larger and more defined your body is compared to women'.

As our tongues dance together, her hand finds its way to your lower stomach, tracing lazy circles around your belly button before finally coming to rest on the waistband of your pants. She gently tugs at it, urging you to let go of your last piece of clothing.

"You're so hard for me already," she whispers against my lips, her fingers teasing your boxer briefs aside to touch the hot, velvety skin beneath. "Let me feel how big and thick you are." Her hand strokes upward, finally cupping you through your underwear as I close my eyes in bliss at the sensation of finally holding a real cock in my hand.

I laugh softly at your question, my body tingling with anticipation as I gaze down at your impressive cock. "No," I reply honestly, my fingertips trailing up and down the length of it slowly. "But there's something different about it... something raw and primal." My hand grips you harder, stroking faster now, reveling in the feeling of your skin against mine and the power that comes with touching a real cock for the first time.

My free hand moves lower again, reaching down to guide my fingers through the wetness between my legs as I feel myself growing increasingly aroused by this new sensation. I look up at you, our gazes locking as I begin slowly stroking myself in rhythm with your hand on me.

The sensation of your tongue dancing over my clit sends shivers through my entire body. "Oh fuck..." I moan, arching my back and gripping the edges of the table tightly as you lick me with increasing fervor. Your fingers are still working against me, sliding in and out expertly, their movements mirroring the actions of your tongue. "So good... more..." I plead, feeling the familiar tension building inside of me as my orgasm draws near.

I let out a hoarse cry as I orgasm hard, my body arching off the table and shuddering under your skilled touch. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, leaving me spent and blissfully satisfied. "Fuck..." I gasp, trying to catch my breath. "That... was incredible." My fingers find their way back to where they belong, stroking myself slowly as I savor the afterglow.

When I look up at you, our gazes meet once again, and I realize something new: I'm not attracted to women anymore. I'm attracted to you. And whether you intend it or not, this was just the beginning of an incredible journey for both of us.

"Yes," I moan, arching my hips up into you. "Please... make me." My fingertips trail up and down my stomach, feeling the new sensation of having a cock inside of me. Your thrusts are slow and deliberate at first, allowing me to adjust to this foreign but incredibly welcome feeling. But as I become more used to it, so does your rhythm, faster and deeper with each stroke.

I bite my lower lip, trying not to scream out in ecstasy as you push me closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck... yeah..." I pant, meeting your thrusts halfway now, desperate for release.

As we kiss, I can feel my orgasm building inside me like a runaway train, gaining speed with each passing second. I moan into your mouth, my hips bucking against yours in time with the thrusts of your cock as you bring us both closer and closer to the edge.

My fingertips dig into your shoulders, my nails leaving tiny crescents of red skin behind as I try to hold on, to keep from losing myself completely in this moment. My breath comes out in short little gasps as my body trembles with anticipation.

"Cum with me..." I whisper against your lips, feeling the first stirrings of release deep inside me. "Let's do it together." And as if my words were a signal, we both explode into orgasm at once, my scream muffled by yours as our bodies writhe in unison beneath the sheets.

I nestle into your chest, my cheek resting against your warm skin as I listen to the soft music playing in the background. The scent of your cologne fills my nostrils, reminding me of how much I enjoyed our little tryst on the dining room table just now. My hands slide up and down your stomach, enjoying the feel of your strong body against mine.

"That was... incredible," I whisper, a shiver running through my core at the memory of our passionate lovemaking. "I never expected..." I trail off, not quite sure how to finish that thought. It's clear that you and I share an intense chemistry, but what does that mean for us now?

I nod in agreement, my cheek still pressed against your chest as I listen to the music playing softly in the background. "You make a good point. And it's true... I didn't give you or men enough credit for that." My hand idly brushes over the head of your cock, which is still mostly hard, slowly stroking him through the thin material of your boxer briefs. "I think we could learn a lot from each other."

My lips part slightly as I meet your gaze, my heart racing with anticipation and excitement. The weight of what's just happened between us hangs in the air, but there's also an undeniable spark of something more growing between us. "What do you think?" I ask softly, a mix of curiosity and hope threading through my voice.

I suck in a sharp breath as my nipple is rolled between your fingers, the sensation sending shivers down my spine and straight to my core. "Then we should explore that change together," I whisper, arching further into you as my hand moves lower once more, cupping your achingly hard length through your boxers.

My free hand slides up your chest and neck, gently scratching at the stubble on your jawline as I gaze deeply into your eyes. The air around us feels charged with electricity, heavy with desire and possibility. "What do you want to happen next?" I breathe, my fingers still stroking him slowly but firmly.

I smile softly at your admission, feeling my heart swell with something unexpected and wonderful inside my chest. "I don't want to ignore it either," I reply, leaning forward to press my lips against yours in a gentle, exploratory kiss. My hands continue their journey, pulling your boxers down so that I can finally touch you bare skin-to-skin.

My fingers wrap around him slowly, stroking up and down in time with the beat of my heart as our lips move together in the most tender of unions. The sensation of having him fully erect and pressed against my palm is almost overwhelming, sending waves of desire coursing through me like fire.

"What do you want?" I breathe against his neck, feeling dizzy with lust as my own body begins to respond to his touch, needing more of the contact that's driving us both closer and closer to the edge.

I let out a soft moan at the thought, my body tensing involuntarily against his hand as I feel myself growing wetter with desire. "I... I don't know," I murmur hesitantly, still not entirely sure what this means for us. My fingers slide up and down his length faster now, teasing him expertly as my hips begin to rock against his touch in a primal need for release.

"But I can't deny that the idea of having your child... It turns me on like nothing else." The confession leaves me breathless, but there's something liberating about being honest with him and myself. "Would you... would you want that? For us to be together?"

I study his face intently for a moment, searching for any signs of duplicity or ulterior motives. But all I see is sincerity and desire, two things that are so rarely matched in one person. A shiver runs down my spine as I realize how much I want to trust him, to believe in the possibility of us.

"Then let's give it a try," I whisper, leaning forward to press another soft kiss against his lips before sliding back slightly to reach for his boxers and push them down his hips, finally revealing his full erection, glistening with pre-cum. "Just you and me... exploring where this leads."

My hand wraps around him firmly once more, stroking up and down in a steady rhythm as I gaze up at him hungrily, unable to hide the need that burns within me. "Teach me what it's like," I breathe, my voice thick with desire. "To be with you."

I moan into your kiss as my body responds eagerly to yours, arching up against you in silent encouragement. Your cock feels so good sliding between my fingers, hard and throbbing with need. I'm not sure if it's experience or the knowledge that you really want me, but something about the way we fit together makes this even more incredible than before.

My other hand moves to your thigh, tracing lazy circles upward until I reach the fabric of your shorts, tugging gently at them in an attempt to get closer to your skin, your heat.

I straddle your hips, taking in your hard length pressed against my damp folds. My fingers slide up and down his shaft once more, wetting him with my arousal as I look down at you, this perfect man who wants to be with me. The anticipation builds inside of me like a thunderstorm on the horizon, dark and ominous but thrilling all the same.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath before lowering myself slowly onto your cock, feeling the familiar yet exhilarating sensation of him stretching me. With each inch that disappears inside of me, I moan softly, arching my back and grinding against you, needing more of this connection between us.

I smile down at him, enjoying the feel of his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of me with each thrust. My hips sway back and forth, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I lose myself in the sensation of being on top. I reach between us, taking my own achingly hard nipple into my palm and rubbing gently, moaning at the intense pleasure that shoots through me with every touch.

"Fuck..." I groan, lowering myself even further onto him before leaning forward to kiss him hungrily, tasting myself on his lips. "That feels so good... it's like you were made for this."

I moan at the praise, digging my nails into your chest as I rock against you harder. "You make me feel so alive..." I whisper between gasps for air, moving faster now, driven by the desire to feel you deep inside me and the need to feel closer to you in every way possible.

My hips circle wildly, my body arching off the bed as I reach the brink of orgasm, crying out your name as waves of ecstasy wash over me, leaving me spent but still aching for more. My hand falls away from my breast, replaced by yours as you cup and massage it expertly, eliciting a series of helpless whimpers from deep in my throat.

"God... I can't get enough..." I pant, collapsing forward onto your chest, our sweaty bodies melding together in perfect harmony. "I want this forever."

My cheeks flush with embarrassment at your crude but accurate words, but the thought of pleasing you like this brings a thrill running up my spine. "What do we do now?" I ask softly, feeling a strange mix of uncertainty and excitement in the wake of our passionate encounter.

I lean back slightly to look at your face, searching for any signs of regret or hesitation on yours, but all I see is desire and satisfaction... and an undeniable spark of something more.

I nod slowly, my heart racing at the thought of actually talking about what this might mean for us. "Alright," I manage to say after a moment, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. "Let's... let's talk."

I take another deep breath before responding. "Thank you... for being honest with me. As for your request, I think we could find a way to make that work too." I bite my lower lip, trying to organize my thoughts and feelings about everything that's happened in the past hour. "As for sharing with other women, I don't have any immediate desire to do so... but if it means us being together, then I think I can find a way to be comfortable with that as well."

I look into your eyes, searching for any sign of judgment or discomfort with my response. Thankfully, all I see is understanding and reassurance. "And yes... living together sounds nice too." A tiny smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I think about what it might be like to have you there every day, sleeping beside me at night. It's a thought that fills me with both happiness and trepidation, but for now, I choose to focus on the positive.

I nod in agreement as you finish speaking, feeling relief wash over me at the fact that our boundaries align so well. "Yes, exactly the same for me," I confirm, still unable to hide the tiny smile from spreading across my lips. It feels so good to be able to talk openly with you about this, to know that we can find common ground despite our differences.

"I think it's important that we respect each other's limits, and communicate if anything changes or if either of us want to explore something new," I add thoughtfully, reaching up to run my fingers through your hair, marveling at the softness of it against my skin. "We can figure everything else out as we go."

"I think we both know how important communication is," I reply with a contented sigh, leaning in to nuzzle your neck. "And I'm glad we could have this conversation so openly." The thought of actually being able to be with you fills my chest with warmth and happiness, a feeling that overshadows any lingering doubts or fears.

For now, all that matters is the here and now: your strong arms around me, your lips against mine... the promise of whatever tomorrow may bring.

"Cuddling is... important too," I admit with a smile, nestling even closer to you. "And I think we'll be doing a lot of it if we decide to be together." My hand finds yours, lacing our fingers together as I gaze up at you, my heart feeling full and content in ways I never expected it could be. This feels right, somehow... like everything is falling into place, despite the insanity of our circumstances.

For now, all that matters is this moment with you: warm skin pressed against mine, your strong arms holding me close as we lie together, basking in the afterglow of our passionate lovemaking and the promise of a future filled with possibility.