I woke up dizzy, and sore, it wasn’t that bad but it was fucking annoying.

  “Oh good you’re up.”

  “How long was I out for?”

  “Hour, hour and a half, but can you let me up, I need to pee.”

  I had ended up on top of her in my sleep, “right, sorry.”

  It took me a couple of tries to stand up. I was still so tired. Thankfully Anne had ordered a pot of coffee when I was out. It was cold but I didn’t care, just needed something to help me wake up. The nap did me good, I could think a little clearer, a little easier; I had enough energy to be afraid. Anne’s talk about the gender stuff was unnerving but it wasn’t anything truly new to me. I was different, sure, but not in a way that mattered. I couldn’t slip up though. It felt like I’d been out of the trenches for a long time, but that wasn’t true. I wasn’t going to let myself slip over something so trivial, and it was just words. Nothing had changed about me or Anne or anything.

  It was awkward waiting for Anne, and it was worse having to talk about it.

  “You’re right, a day, less than once a day is, I don’t want to go back to that.” I said to her, trying to, I don’t know.

  “I’m sorry I was trying to help.”

  “No, it’s good. I don’t want you to be afraid of doing what you think is best for me.”

  We made eye contact for a moment but Anne looked away as she spoke.

  “Can I still talk to Lilly about it?”

  “Whatever you think is best.”

  “Is that a yes?”

  “I said I don’t want you to be afraid to do what you think is best.”

  “After all the talking about it we’ve done an explicit yes seems like the better option.”

  I sighed, “Yes, you can talk to Lilly.”

  “And, I don’t know, obviously I'm doubting myself right now, maybe doing nothing is best.”

  “Anne, I’m in love with you, but I can still think for myself. You aren’t making me agree or anything.”

  “I wish I knew what it was like, not actually, seems awful, but, I hate that I’ll never really get it.”

  “Maybe I should talk to Lilly too, can’t be this hard for other succubi.”

  “Careful, she might ask you to fuck her, I mean, I shouldn’t joke about it. I trust her, I don’t know why, but I do.”

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  “I, think about how much Victoria helped.”

  “So do you want to wait or…”

  “No reason to.”

  I sat on the bed and Anne stood there.

  She laughed awkwardly, “I don’t know how to start.”

  “Come here, let’s cuddle, that’s always nice.”

  It was always a little easier to breathe with her up against me and I wished this was all I had to do.

  “I wish I was better at dirty talk, I bet it would make this easier,” she said, sitting, kinda on my stomach, a little lower, as I lay on my back, “like, I oh I want your dick in me babe, it’ll feel so good, and then I’d bite my lip or do like a sexy wink.” I couldn’t help but laugh a little and she jokingly slapped me. “Hey, I’m trying my best.”

  “What even is a sexy wink?”

  “You know, maybe it doesn’t work when I’m on you like this, more of like an over the shoulder looking back thing, kinda like,” and she tried to wink but it wasn’t sexy, just weird and kinda cute. I pulled her down and gave her a quick kiss.

  “You’re not that kind of sexy.”

  “And what does that mean?” She put her hands on her hips, looking stern, teasing me.

  “Like you are sexy when you are, you’re beautiful and that gets me sometimes, but when you want me, and somehow I know, I mean sometimes it’s obvious how I know ‘cause you’re obvious but it isn’t always and…” I shrugged, it was not only hard to put into words, but hard to wrap my head around what it was exactly.

  “I get it, I don’t know what about you does it for me sometimes. Feels like it’s random, and I will want you so bad, or, not that I can’t resist but that I don’t want to. It’s different for me though. It’s not fair you’re the succubus ‘cause, it’s not that I’m always horny, but that I don’t need to be. Sex feels good, it’s fun, it’s with you, that’s enough for me. I’m the same way with food, if it’s good I’ll eat without being hungry, just why not? It feels good and I like feeling good.”

  “Ya know, this is sexier than the winking.”

  “Shut up,” she kissed me, “you would be turned on by me talking about myself, fucking romantic.”

  “I feel like I’ve been pretty up front about that.”

  “Stop me if this is too much or it isn’t working,” she slid down a little. At some point her on me, naked, and our talk, something had gotten me hard, and she rubbed up against it. Not in a way to get me off, more like to let me know that she knew, without looking. “I think it’s hot that you need to fuck me, that out of all the women it’s me.” She leaned down and whispered into my ear, like she was telling me a secret. “That’s why I joke about Lilly fucking you, seeing that little bit of discomfort on your face. The beautiful singer who has entire crowds eating out of her hands, wanting her, who is so beautiful I get nervous looking at her, and she flirts so hard with you but you don’t even notice because you’re mine, all mine.”

  That worked for me, I’d got in my own head about having to have sex I’d forgotten who it was with. I kissed her, put my hands on her waist, and repositioned her underneath me. I wanted to watch her, see her face, and fingers were easiest for that. I teased her just a little, but enough that she was pushing against my hand, wanting more. I kissed her when I slid my fingers in.

  It didn’t take long for her to come, I made sure of it. She was so beautiful how could I not want this, and with her first orgasm I could relax, take my time. I moved her to be my little spoon, not wanting to fuck her as much as hold her, not that I didn’t fuck her. I was gentle though, I didn’t want anything else. The fun was playing with her clit, her breasts, keeping her on the edge. I wanted to drag it out, try to relax while it was happening, but I pushed Anne a little too hard and she went over the edge, and feeling her up against me, around me, as she came, I wasn’t close, I wasn’t expecting to, but I came with her.

  I felt strange after, couldn’t understand it. Thankfully I didn’t need to say anything to Anne, she let me stay there, in her, my arms around her, it was comforting for some reason, and after a while I didn’t feel so, I don’t know.