Becoming Elizabeth Chapter 1

Later that night, after we'd fucked our brains out, we were laying in bed and I was fondling her huge tits. I asked her why she was checking out the waitress.

"Oh, my god," she laughed. "When you guys see a hot chick like her, you drool. Us women compare."

"You didn't find her attractive?" I pressed.

"Of course," she replied. "She was hot."

"Did it get you turned on?" I said, rolling one of her nipples between my finger.

"Not especially," she said. "I got all that out of my system as a teenager."

"All WHAT out of your system?"

"The whole girl-girl thing. There were a couple of years that I had more women than men," she replied.

I hadn't heard that before. She'd never mentioned that she'd even been interested in girls before, much less had any encounters. The whole girl-on-girl thing is what I refer to as "standard male fantasy" and my dick, which had been sleeping, twitched.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked.

"What, stop licking pussy and getting my pussy licked?" she said, grinning evilly. She knew this was turning me on and was teasing me.

"Yeah, that," I said. My dick was hard again now, and uncomfortable because it was twisted off to one side between us. My hand moved down and moved it so that it pressed against her.

"I dunno, I guess I just grew out of it. I'd rather have a hard dick in my pussy and feel your weight on me instead," she said, her hand moving down to grasp my dick.

"Would you be interested in picking the habit back up?" I said.

"Not especially. It's about as likely to happen as you sucking a dick," she said, thinking that would end the conversation. Her hand stroked my dick in a way that I knew meant she wanted round two.

I guess I kind of froze for a second. Like her, there were parts of my life that had never come up. I wasn't hiding it from her. Honestly, it just never came up and nothing triggered my memory about it until now.