Last night was interesting. Courtney and I had "the talk."
For some reason, Courtney came home early, and Megan was late. Possibly because we are starting our spring vacation tomorrow. Courtney was out of action for two weeks, so she had little to do. Megan would be finishing all she could.
Courtney greeted me, and went right into her room. I heard the shower going, while I rushed to maker her martinis. A lot of vermouth, swirled around the shaker, then tossed out. Just wash the shaker with her preferred vermouth, Gallo. The add ice, Beefeater gin, a spoonful of olive juice from the jar. Shake. Pour into her martin glass, with three olives on a toothpick.
She drank her martini quickly, and I refilled it. Down again. Then she eats the olives, and fidgets as I take the glass from her, put it is the dishwater. Courtney looks very uncomfortable.
"Didn't you use the shower head," I ask. Since I bought and installed the detachable shower head for her, I am allowed to ask about this. I bought it to keep her out of our bathroom.
"Yeah, it didn't work. I mean, it got the job done, but I need some more."
"Do you need a rib job?"
"I do," she said, rather sadly. "Where's Megan? Or Aisha? I mean, Aisha, with your permission, of course." This was nice of her. As if Aisha needed my permission to do anything. I can offer Aisha advice. And then she will do the exact opposite.
"You know, I could do that for you."
"Would you? Could you?"
Was that some sort of trick question? "Of course I would."
She stood and walked over to me. I rose to greet her, and she put her hand on my cheek. "Shave. Very closely. I'll put on a loose skirt with no panties, and then, if someone comes in, nobody will know."
I shaved against the grain of my face, and sideways. When I returned, Courtney had a bottle of wine with her, Australian Shiraz, probably. "I want to drink some wine first."
"Fine. I will start dinner." I was making meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and gravy. No vegetables? No. I used two cans of diced tomatoes and jalapeno peppers and about half an onion in each meatloaf I make. Plenty of vegetables.
As I finished, and Courtney had polished off half the wine. She then began to talk about her sexuality. I pretty much knew all this, or, at least I think I did, but it was nice to hear it from her. "What we're about to do, and what we did last year, doesn't make me any less gay." I think this is important, because we are roughly a year away and going to the place where Courtney and I had sex for the one and only time. The one and only time Courtney has had sex with a man.
"What we did last year, I actually kind of liked. But I was just waiting for the cum shot. It feels incredible. But I'm still a lesbian. Lot's of lesbians have male lovers. It doesn't change anything."
"Courtney, you were high and you were drunk. Your decision making was not your best."
"I knew what I was doing. It may or may not happen again."
I am hoping it does, if Aisha is all right with it. Both Aisha and Megan thought it was funny last year. Past performance is no indication of future results. Then Courtney spoke of Aisha.
"Admit it, she's your one true passion. If she wasn't you would have left. She loves you. She tells us that, but she can't tell you. Hang on to her."
"I intend to keep her."
Then Megan walked in. Courtney walked right over to her, took her by the hand, and lead her into thier bedroom. "What, what, what do you want? Hi, Scipio!" Then Megan closed the door behind her. It is a good thing. Megan's sex drive is much higher than Courtney's.
Then Aisha got home. By the time she had showered and drank her cocktails, we were eating. Megan came out, wearing a kimono, hair is disarray, and got out tow bowls, filled them with mashed potatoes, meatloaf, and gravy, and went back to her room.
One of the more interesting things about what Courtney said was her use of "gay" and "lesbian", terms she rejects. "Dyke" and "queer" as well. She far prefers "homosexual." Aisha likes "bisexual," and Megan likes "gender neutral." They all call me "het." I am fine with that.
We fly to Dallas tomorrow, not so late that my parents will not be able to met me for dinner. Aisha and I have arranged for company that night. Then to Cabo San Lucas; again, not to late. There will be things we need to attend to.
For some reason, Courtney came home early, and Megan was late. Possibly because we are starting our spring vacation tomorrow. Courtney was out of action for two weeks, so she had little to do. Megan would be finishing all she could.
Courtney greeted me, and went right into her room. I heard the shower going, while I rushed to maker her martinis. A lot of vermouth, swirled around the shaker, then tossed out. Just wash the shaker with her preferred vermouth, Gallo. The add ice, Beefeater gin, a spoonful of olive juice from the jar. Shake. Pour into her martin glass, with three olives on a toothpick.
She drank her martini quickly, and I refilled it. Down again. Then she eats the olives, and fidgets as I take the glass from her, put it is the dishwater. Courtney looks very uncomfortable.
"Didn't you use the shower head," I ask. Since I bought and installed the detachable shower head for her, I am allowed to ask about this. I bought it to keep her out of our bathroom.
"Yeah, it didn't work. I mean, it got the job done, but I need some more."
"Do you need a rib job?"
"I do," she said, rather sadly. "Where's Megan? Or Aisha? I mean, Aisha, with your permission, of course." This was nice of her. As if Aisha needed my permission to do anything. I can offer Aisha advice. And then she will do the exact opposite.
"You know, I could do that for you."
"Would you? Could you?"
Was that some sort of trick question? "Of course I would."
She stood and walked over to me. I rose to greet her, and she put her hand on my cheek. "Shave. Very closely. I'll put on a loose skirt with no panties, and then, if someone comes in, nobody will know."
I shaved against the grain of my face, and sideways. When I returned, Courtney had a bottle of wine with her, Australian Shiraz, probably. "I want to drink some wine first."
"Fine. I will start dinner." I was making meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and gravy. No vegetables? No. I used two cans of diced tomatoes and jalapeno peppers and about half an onion in each meatloaf I make. Plenty of vegetables.
As I finished, and Courtney had polished off half the wine. She then began to talk about her sexuality. I pretty much knew all this, or, at least I think I did, but it was nice to hear it from her. "What we're about to do, and what we did last year, doesn't make me any less gay." I think this is important, because we are roughly a year away and going to the place where Courtney and I had sex for the one and only time. The one and only time Courtney has had sex with a man.
"What we did last year, I actually kind of liked. But I was just waiting for the cum shot. It feels incredible. But I'm still a lesbian. Lot's of lesbians have male lovers. It doesn't change anything."
"Courtney, you were high and you were drunk. Your decision making was not your best."
"I knew what I was doing. It may or may not happen again."
I am hoping it does, if Aisha is all right with it. Both Aisha and Megan thought it was funny last year. Past performance is no indication of future results. Then Courtney spoke of Aisha.
"Admit it, she's your one true passion. If she wasn't you would have left. She loves you. She tells us that, but she can't tell you. Hang on to her."
"I intend to keep her."
Then Megan walked in. Courtney walked right over to her, took her by the hand, and lead her into thier bedroom. "What, what, what do you want? Hi, Scipio!" Then Megan closed the door behind her. It is a good thing. Megan's sex drive is much higher than Courtney's.
Then Aisha got home. By the time she had showered and drank her cocktails, we were eating. Megan came out, wearing a kimono, hair is disarray, and got out tow bowls, filled them with mashed potatoes, meatloaf, and gravy, and went back to her room.
One of the more interesting things about what Courtney said was her use of "gay" and "lesbian", terms she rejects. "Dyke" and "queer" as well. She far prefers "homosexual." Aisha likes "bisexual," and Megan likes "gender neutral." They all call me "het." I am fine with that.
We fly to Dallas tomorrow, not so late that my parents will not be able to met me for dinner. Aisha and I have arranged for company that night. Then to Cabo San Lucas; again, not to late. There will be things we need to attend to.
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Interesting history, This....
"What we did last year, I actually kind of liked. But I was just waiting for the cum shot. It feels incredible. But I'm still a lesbian. Lot's of lesbians have male lovers. It doesn't change anything."
kisses!!!!!