Am I? Or Am I Just Messing Around?

I drank to much at my friend's house and she let me sleep over. I woke up in her bed, unclothed, dry mouthed and hung over. She was asleep beside me, also unclothed. I managed to stand, find the toilet, wash my face and wash my mouth with toothpaste and my finger. I fell back on the bed and passed out.

The second time I woke up I was on my back, she was naked leaning over me, her hand totally on my lady parts, letting her hair wave across my face. I opened my legs, and she gripped me with her middle finger pressing into my slit. "what are you doing?', I asked, she answered that she was waiting for me to wake up.

After a cup of coffee I asked her how come I was naked, in her bed, and she had her hand in my crotch. "You were there, I was there, it just seemed like the right thing to do". I stood up, walked over to her and grabbed her boob. I said 'it was there, I was there, it seemed like the thing to do'.

i can't recall a feeling of desire, what I do recall is pushing her onto her back, pulling her pants off and tasting her woman thing. It was there, it seemed like the right thing to do. Having upped the ante, she took her top off and pulled my pants off and gave me a tongue lashing down there too. Having gone too far we agreed on a truce. Our truce lasted three days, until a kiss started it all over again.

If I am. I am. I don't think I am, but I can't deny I've been playing around a woman's lady parts. But I am, and letting her play around mine. But that is not what concerns me, it's the kissing that makes me believe this isn't just something to do, this is real, real enough to seriously make me believe that I am, and she is too. And this thing is for real, it's not just fooling around.