The next morning, waking up a bit later than usual, we hurriedly showered and got ready to leave for our respective schools, hardly saying a word to each other. Evidently we were both still mulling over what had happened the night before, although I didn’t feel that there was any particular tension between us – we took a moment to embrace and kiss in the shower and it felt as sweet and loving as it always did. Nevertheless, as I made my way to school, my thoughts and emotions were churning. I knew I would have to process fully what had happened, and the problem was, my mind kept skittering away from parts of it whenever I tried to look at it head-on:
Chrissy likes to have her butthole tongued. Great! She’s got a cute, fresh-tasting butthole and I’ll tongue it any time she wants. Or put my finger up. Butt stuff isn’t exactly my big kink, I don’t think, but it makes her happy so it makes me happy. (What if she wants me to fuck her butt? Would it fit? Would it hurt? …What if she wants to play with my butt? Um, err, hmmm, let’s think about something else.)