Am I Who I Think I Am?

Gradually, he moved his lips to mine and poured my seed into my mouth and kissed me again. I accepted his gift with joy.

As we intermixed our juices, he stayed on top of me. I have never quite felt so truly feminine before. I was so enchanted to have him laying on me as if to ensure that I knew my place in our relationship. It seemed so natural for me to accept my man's gestures as I really saw no inclination at the moment for any other thoughts to creep in and interrupt my most perfect bliss!

Hmmm…well enough about me! I just remembered he hasn't cum yet! That means he is still hot! I had better turn up my fire and do my duty. After all, a good girl is not done until his man has climaxed, too! Oh what a wifely little tart I've become! I love it!

"Oh, baby. That was wonderful!" I mewed. "What can I do to be a better lover for you? I want you to keep me around, you know!"

"I would like you to be my full-time girl! You seem to be part way there, and I am loving it! You are perfect for me!" He said.

"Hmm, I like what I'm hearing! I mean, are we a couple? Like I am your girlfriend and you are my boyfriend?" I asked. (Sounding dense, I think).

"Yes, I like that idea! Would you like to get dressed up and go shopping tomorrow at the mall?"

"I don't think I can pass that well. I'll get nervous!"

"Don't be. You just do your hair and makeup perfectly, and wear your cute yellow shorts and a sexy sweater and we'll be fine! Try a bra and see how that fills out the top, ok? "

I never really considered the effort needed to do a real passable remake. But like a good little girl, I replied, "Ok, I trust you. But if I blow it and we get embarrassed, remember I tried to talk you out of it!" I said.

"You'll do fine, now come in and lie down with me!" He said, patting the bed.

It was a wonderfully odd feeling getting into bed with Gary since we had sex. I had never been in bed with anyone ever, except maybe my mother when I was a six year old. I slipped in to bed trying to be as elegant and slinky as I could be. Gary reached over and kissed me on the lips, "Goodnight sweetheart." He said.