I was in a relationship with a woman I loved. In bed, one night, she asked/told me to lick her asshole. I did and she liked it, and it wasn't awful, and then, after that, I did it whenever she asked/told me to. There was more of telling than asking, but that was all right, because I loved her.
Months later, because it was snowing, I gave her cousin a ride home after dinner. Her cousin told me that she and my girlfriend had been having drinks with six of their women friends from their hometown and that my girlfriend had told them that she made me lick her asshole. In fact, she had told them everything we did together in bed.
These were friends that we went to dinners and parties with. I realized that every one of those women knew what I had done and that I had seen them, and they had seen me, many times after they knew.
I was silenced and beyond surprised. I never imagined that my girlfriend would tell anyone. I hadn't told anyone. I wondered if I had ever told male friends about intimate acts that a woman had with me. I must have, but in more general terms, I think, and not to a group of men, maybe to one close friend.
Her cousin repeated that she knew everything that her cousin and I did. She told me that, although she was 30, she had never been with a man. She asked if she could be with me, if I would make love with her. It was snowing heavily and the road was obscured and the windshield wipers were clotted with heavy snow and moving slowly. The wipers provided instants of amazing clarity, but the windshield was immediately covered again with snow. Sitting next to her cousin in the car, I felt cold inside and I don't know what I was thinking when I said, "Yes. Yes."
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