A New Year's Resolution

"Um-m. You're mouth says no but your big cock says yeah, yeah, yeah, and wants more," she giggled, "come on, how 'bout it? I was half-asleep when you fucked me a few minutes ago. I'm wide-awake now and I can really make it interesting," her wide eyes slanted into sexy little slits as she smiled.

I was thinking really hard about it, but I still shook my head.

"I'd sure like to, but I guess I better go find the old cow," I sighed.

Standing up, I dropped the pillow. No need for anymore modesty. She'd probably seen me naked the night before and I had fucked her sweet ass.

"Need to go to the bathroom?" I nodded toward her midriff.

"No," she smilingly shook her head, then she realized what I meant, "NO!" she shook her head and began laughing, "I learned how to control that part of me a long time ago . . . when I was just a kid."

"Okay, well, I gotta shit and clean up," she nodded and gave me a dismissive wave of the hand, pouting in disappointment.

"Can we make a date for another good fuck?" she asked as I turned away.

I felt something silky under my bare feet and glanced down. Then, picking the clingy stuff up, I realized that it was her panties. Without answering her question, I turned and looked at her. She smiled real big and held her hand out for these little wisp of nylon. I handed it to her as she stared pointedly at my stiffening cock. I was definitely thinking about another fuck with her . . . and it wouldn't cost me a dime! Fuck me! What was I? Queer all at once? I shook my head, not to decline her offer, but to myself, trying to clear it. I heard her sigh behind me, the bed springs soughing softly as, I guess, she stood up.
Sitting on the pot, I had my eyes on the floor in front of me as she came in. I didn't want to look up. I was too confused. I'd fucked a guy! Sure she was a guy with tits and a great ass-fuck, but still . . . she was a guy! Her pretty, petite feet came into view. They were small and definitely very feminine. They weren't a guy's clod busters, they were a girl's feet, for God's sake. What kind of a guy was she? A gay – I didn't use the word "queer" – or . . . she was a very feminine guy, I answered myself. A fucking good-looking gay guy. Shit! What am I about to let myself in for?!