We flirted, and next thing I recall was saying yes to: ‘Can we meet for coffee?’.In the book of life, is there a chapter on chemistry between two ...same-sex people, and how does one decode it? I was trailing breadcrumbs—started with rummaging through memories of my past. As a 12-year-old, was my attraction to my best friend’s mother (who looked like Brooke Shields!) sexual? I began questioning my long-term relationship with my boyfriend, my carnal choices, my parents, my girlfriends—it was all. No girl had ever allowed me to dump my cum into them. The anticipation quickens my climax.I pressed deep into her and released. My cock shot ropes of hot cum deep into my new lover’s womb. She held tight to me as my hips jerked with each blast cum. When I was empty, I fell to the bed. My upper body landed beside her, but my hips and legs were still draped across hers, and my cock was still inside. I could feel it slowly deflating and eventually I felt it slip from her slick confines. She rolled. It was hard not to stroke as I watched them both rub their giant mounds together. Serena's nipples were large, taking up the whole face of the breasts. Jaime teased her by nibbling along the edges of the aerola. Then she used her tongue to circle closer and closer to the dark caps of her nipples. Serena shivered this time. She called out to me. “Fuck these asscheeks.” I moved to behind Serena. My hard cock nestled perfectly between her ass mounds. She moaned as I thrusted my dripping cock. The fact that we were both tattoo artists and both covered in tattoos, fascinated me. Unlike myself, she had supple tits, just enough but not too much, probably a small B cup at the most. She was drunk beyond belief, and I knew I could get away with anything if I wanted to. When we returned home, I helped her up the steps to our third-floor penthouse. She stumbled in the door and I followed not far behind, locking the door behind me. I stripped out of my shirt, because her drink had spilled on.