A Curious Offer

Connor sits on the bed messing with his phone when he hears the door. He looks up and there’s Vivian, tank top and shorts, wiping lotion on her arms. “Hey, can I ask something weird?” he says. She glances over, suspicious but open. “Go ahead.” He doesn’t dance around it. “You’re into girls, right? Like, all-in. So, like… how’s that work? Do you ever wonder what a dick actually feels like?” Vivian lets out a surprised laugh, then shuts the bedroom door like she’s shutting out common sense. “Jesus. That’s your question?” She studies him for a second. “I guess, once in a blue moon, I’ve pictured it. What it’d be like. But it’s not like I’m hunting for one.” Connor lifts an eyebrow, half-grin forming. “Well, one’s sitting right here.” She stares, quiet, like she’s weighing just how stupid this could get. Then she peels the tank over her head and tosses it. “Curiosity’s gonna bite me in the ass one day. Might as well let it have a taste.” She steps between his knees, hands on his shoulders, and they start with a kiss that’s careful, curious, tasting new ground. He palms her tits, thumbs dragging across her nipples until she sucks in air, then slips a hand down the front of her shorts. She’s already wet. Two fingers inside and her hips twitch; she groans, half-embarrassed, half-turned on. “Fuck,” she whispers. “That… different. Good different.” Connor kicks off his sweats, cock already stiff, and rolls on a condom like he’s done this dance. She climbs on top, grips the base, lines him up, then sinks down slow. They both hold still a beat—her adjusting to the stretch, him fighting the urge to thrust. First motion is hers, testing; soon she’s riding harder, short nails on his chest, small grunts when he bucks up to meet her. They switch. Connor flips her, takes her from behind, hands gripping her hips as he slams in deep, rhythm picking up until she’s cursing into the pillow. He reaches around, rubs her clit with two knuckles. She comes fast, legs shaking, then flips onto her back so she can watch his face while she jerks him off until he finishes on her stomach, breath ragged. After, Vivian laughs—short, stunned. “Guess I checked that box.” Connor just grins, grabbing a towel, letting her catch her breath in the quiet.