7. Chapter
Robyn felt she was in heaven. She'd never even imagined it was possible to
be this happy. Brad had awakened her early with teasing kisses to her
nipples and a probing finger in her pussy. She grew slick and ready almost
instantly and Brad mounted her. She eagerly spread herself wide for him.
The feel of his cock sliding in and out of her was a newly familiar joy.
They made love dreamily, both of them still in the warm shadowy place
between sleep and full wakefulness. She enjoyed the slow dreamy pace. It
was different from the hungry urgency of last night, seeming more intimate
and tender. She orgasmed before him, a slow blossoming pleasure rather than
the mind blanking explosions of last night, not as intense but very sweet
nonetheless.
Brad hadn't yet climaxed and he continued fucking her for several minutes
after her orgasm faded. She studied him as he moved over her, thrusting
himself into her, blindly striving for release. His eyes were closed and
his face seemed intent, as though concentrating. She held him, stroked his
back, matched his pace, met his thrusts with her hips, coaxed him towards
climax with whispered endearments and small moans of passion. This was
different from the first time too, more a sense of sharing, giving, rather
than just accepting. The previous night she had lost all control and had
felt like she was being buffeted by a force of nature. Now she could focus
on what Brad was doing. She could sense when he liked something -- a
movement, a pressure, a touch -- and she actively worked at increasing his
enjoyment of their loving. When Brad finally shuddered in orgasm she felt a
sense of joy in giving him pleasure.
During the night they had made love three times before slipping into a deep
sleep, both of them totally satiated and exhausted. Robyn felt a sense of
euphoria, practically bubbling with happiness over all that had happened
last night. Brad had treated her so special, given her so much pleasure.
But beyond the mere physical pleasure of sex, the intimacy of having
another person cuddle and stroke and touch her was something she'd been
starved for her entire life. She had never felt the loving touch of another
human before and hadn't even realized how achingly lonely she had been.
Now, while she lay clinging tightly to Brad as he descended from his
orgasmic heights, she felt tears welling in her eyes. She wept silently in
gratitude for what she'd just experienced, in regret for all she'd missed
out of life in her previous joyless existence, and in sorrow at the
unfairness of all those like Bob who never found someone to share this
wonderful contact with another person. She sniffled and blinked back her
tears, trying to get a grip before she lost it completely.
Brad noticed her sniffling and raised his head to look down in her eyes.
"What's wrong Sweets?'' he asked in concern.
"Nothing. I'm just so happy '' Robyn whispered through her constricted
throat. Oh how trite. She had never understood that old cliche. The closest
she'd ever come to what she was feeling now was when she'd get a bit misty
during the final scene of It's A Wonderful Life when everybody came to
Jimmy Stewart's rescue. But this inexplicable flood of emotion when she
should be feeling good was far beyond anything she'd experienced from just
watching a tearjerker movie. She was still unaccustomed to the way her
emotions seemed to run out of control so easily and it was disconcerting to
get all choked up so suddenly. The really strange thing was that she felt a
sense of release. She felt really good, sort of serene, possibly better
than if she hadn't had the emotional outburst. But her crying made her
vaguely embarrassed too, and she mentally castigated herself for acting
foolish. She managed a wan smile to reassure Brad, her eyes still
glistening with tears. Then almost involuntarily she let out an explosive
little self-deprecating laugh that was more than half sob, and hugged Brad
fiercely with her entire body.
Brad kissed her tenderly and said, "You're really something, Sweetie.''
Then he rolled over, cradling her to him, somehow keeping himself partially
inside of her, and gently pulled her head down to lay on his shoulder.
They lay for a bit, entangled together, their breathing returning to
normal. Both silently basking in the afterglow. She thought about Brad and
all they'd shared together. She felt a great tenderness for him. He was so
warm and caring, nothing at all like Cathy seemed to think of him. He knew
she was virgin last night but he hadn't made a big deal over it, careful
not to make her nervous or self-conscious. He had calmly guided her, being
slow and gentle so as not to harm her. He devoted himself to making her
first time truly memorable. And it had been. Better than she could have
ever dreamed. He seemed to know just where to touch her, just how to touch
her, to give her the most delicious sensations. The orgasms she'd had at
his touch were impossibly beyond the very best she'd ever felt from
masturbation when she was a man.
Besides enjoying the pleasure Brad gave her during sex, she felt an
attraction for Brad as a man. She realized that she saw his body as sexy.
Brad was large and strong and very masculine. When she'd been Bob she
hadn't looked twice at another man, never understood how sexy a man's body
could be, never really gave it any thought at all. But now she was very
much attracted by Brad physically. He was like a great powerful beast and
his physical power, compared with her own new, weaker, body aroused her
tremendously. She thought of how he'd held her during their lovemaking. How
he'd effortlessly manipulated her body, yet had remained gentle, never
hurting her, while making her feel totally overwhelmed physically. She
couldn't explain why she was having these feelings for a man, something
which would have been unthinkable when she was Bob, but she couldn't deny
how he made her feel. She was almost reluctant to admit, even to herself,
that what she was feeling might be what a normal woman would feel for her
lover.
After a bit Brad stirred, patted her hip and said he needed to take a
shower. He rose from the bed, leaving her to burrow into the last remnants
of his warmth in the rumpled bedding. She watched appreciatively as he
stretched a bit, enjoying the way the morning light played on his skin as
the muscles bunched and flexed. He grabbed a pair of silk boxers which she
figured he kept for just such occasions and walked out the door, leaving
her still laying in the bed. She hugged herself, remembering how Brad had
held her last night, and thought how wonderful it was to be alive.
She sat up and spent a few moments checking herself out for any changes or
signs of damage from losing her virginity. She really didn't know what to
expect. From stories she'd heard she thought it would have hurt a lot more
than it had and that she should have bled rather a lot. There was some
trace of blood dried on her inner thighs but not too much. She felt a bit
tender in her pussy, and slightly achy in her breasts. But all in all there
didn't seem to be any alarming aftereffects.
When she heard the water start running, Robyn tiptoed into the bathroom and
surprised Brad in the shower. She always thought the shared shower scenes
in movies looked like so much fun and now here she was living out one of
her fantasies, except as the girl instead of the guy. She was feeling
playful and impulsive and she indulged herself by tickling and teasing
Brad. She was learning to exploit the cultural bias that a beautiful woman
acting silly was considered endearing. After years of worrying what people
might think, she wallowed in the sense of freedom to just enjoy herself
without inhibitions. As Robyn she could get away with behavior that would
have earned Bob a punch in the nose. Hell, looking the way she did now she
was almost expected to be a ditsy flirt. She felt like a child again as she
tickled Brad. And she actually shrieked and giggled, sounding like a
teenage girl, when he trapped her arms and tickled her ribs in retaliation.
Eventually their frolicking became more languid and they began washing each
other with long slow passionate strokes over each other's body. It was a
sensual delight soaping each other and she felt herself becoming aroused
again. But Brad kissed her and moved her hand away when she tried to tease
his cock to erection. He said he didn't have any condoms left but promised
her later. So they postponed lovemaking for the moment and contented
themselves with lingering touches and passionate kisses. She was a little
disappointed but the sensuous thrill of his hands gliding over her skin,
their bodies sliding together wet and slick in the steamy warmth was an
experience to be remembered even without intercourse. With a sense of sweet
self-denial they pulled themselves away from each other before they lost
control, managed to put aside their desire for more, and finished washing
each other.
She hadn't washed her hair since the change and it was wet from the shower
anyway so she decided to use Brad's shampoo. But she had trouble managing
the sheer bulk of her hair. She'd thought it was heavy before, now it felt
positively leaden all soaked with water. She was discovering how much of a
problem long hair really was. Working the shampoo completely through the
volume of her hair with her long fingernails was difficult, tedious, and
time consuming, and rinsing all the lather out took forever. In all she
spent a good fifteen minutes just on her hair, which was maybe fourteen
minutes longer than it used to take Bob.
Brad left the shower while she was still rinsing her hair and was out of
the bathroom by the time she turned off the water. She toweled off as
quickly as she could and tried to dry her hair. She rubbed her head with a
towel and tried squeezing her hair into the towel. After several minutes'
toweling, her hair was still damp and it had become one great mass of
snarls. She decided she absolutely must pick up some conditioner as soon as
she had the chance. She dreaded the thought of putting a comb through the
rats' nest of tangles, so she wrapped a towel around her head, and another
one around her body and went out in search of Brad.
She padded out to the kitchen and found him sipping coffee in his boxers.
She poured herself a cup and sat next to him, affectionately running her
hand along his forearm down to his hand where it lay on the table holding
his mug. She felt so content, totally happy and ready to spend the entire
day just being with Brad. She kept waiting for him to suggest something for
them to do together, but he seemed lost in thought, sipping his coffee
silently. She couldn't understand why he seemed so pensive and withdrawn
and she began to feel apprehensive. All her efforts to draw him into
conversation were met with distracted responses and she soon gave up and
waited quietly for him to open up. Finally he looked at her and seemed to
force a smile.
"Sweet, you're fantastic,'' he said.
Robyn blushed and smiled nervously. She dreaded the "but'' that she felt
was surely coming. In an effort to divert him she said in what she hoped
was a sexy voice, "I can't believe how wonderful last night was.''
"It would be even better if we didn't have to worry about those damn
rubbers,'' Brad said. He hesitated a moment, then asked a bit hopefully,
"You're not on birth control, are you?''
"Nooo I never had a need to until now.'' She said cautiously.
Robyn felt her ebullient mood slip away and her smile faded as she
considered what Brad was driving at. His previous moody silence fed her
insecurities and she was expecting the worst, a "thanks for the fuck, I'll
see ya around''. When he hadn't come right out with a brush-off she
interpreted what he had said in the worst possible light. To her
hypersensitive mind he sounded suspiciously manipulative, just as Cathy'd
predicted. There seemed to be a suggestion in his question that she should
assume the full burden of responsibility for safe sex and possibly an
implied threat that if she didn't he would no longer want anything to do
with her. She was beginning to see some of the implications of how getting
involved with Brad could complicate her life. She hadn't really thought
beyond the pleasure of the moment. What about her commitment to changing
herself back to a man --- where would that leave her and Brad once she was
ready to change back? Was it wise to continue seeing him at all, even now?
Wouldn't it be easier in the long run if she just ended the whole mess
right now before things got totally out of hand? Her happy mood shattered
and her mind spiraled ever deeper into negativity.
Brad interrupted her despondent thoughts. "Why don't you think about it,
Robyn? I don't want to push or anything. It's just that I mean there's
always a chance of a rubber breaking. And you don't want to risk getting
pregnant.'' He lifted her chin so she faced him and flashed her his most
disarming smile. "I know it's like way weird to be talking about stuff like
this, but it's something we need to think about. I really like you, Robyn.
I'd like to see more of you.''
Robyn smiled broadly, her eyes sparkling once again. Like a yo-yo her
feelings soared up from the depths into which they'd plummeted just seconds
ago. When he put it that way, it made sense --- he was merely being
prudent, not trying to manipulate her at all. Besides, she should share
responsibility, it was her body after all. And best of all was that Brad
wanted to continue seeing her! She felt her doubts about continuing with
this crazy relationship melting under the radiance of his smile. Maybe she
could still go out with him as long as she kept her head and remembered
that it was only temporary. He was certainly fun to be with. And the sex
was out of this world, she wryly reminded herself. If she was stuck in this
body, she might as well enjoy it. No sense worrying about it until the time
came to change back, she rationalized.
In her relief that Brad wasn't dumping her she didn't even see how
strangely fragile her emotional state was. It was as if she were poised on
a knife edge and the slightest provocation could push her into despair or
anger or back into oblivious happiness. She couldn't analyze her feelings
for Brad, she wanted his approval and when he had withdrawn from her it had
made her insecure and frightened. It made her feel vulnerable and
uncertain. All the attention he gave her and the shared intimacy had left
her wanting more. She practically wriggled like a puppy each time he
complimented her.
"I'd like to see more of you too, Brad.'' She said shyly. "And I'll think
about birth control.''
"Good.''
Brad brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. His smile was broadly
triumphant. He thought to himself how easily the naive little bimbo had
fallen under his charms. It was still a wonder to him that such a delicious
piece of ass had kept her virginity so long. She was one of the most
beautiful women he'd known, and seemed totally innocent, unaware of how
easily she could use her beauty to manipulate men. That was so rare in a
truly beautiful woman, most were all too sure of themselves, knew exactly
how their bodies affected men. She was still shy and inhibited in bed but
Brad would change that. She seemed so eager and hot for his touch, he knew
he'd have her eating out of his hand in no time at all. But right now the
best plan was to keep her guessing, off balance and wanting more.
He gave her a sad smile and said regretfully, "I'm really sorry about this,
Sweetie, but I have to go out soon. Much as I'd rather spend the day with
you I need to take care of something at my fraternity.'' Yeah, there's
supposed to be a keg and a fooseball tournament this afternoon, he reminded
himself. "I'll give you a call later this evening, if that's okay?''
Robyn was disappointed but she tried not to show it. Even though she wished
she could stay with him, she realized he had a life and couldn't be
expected to just drop his previous plans. After all, he'd only just met her
as Robyn two days ago. And he did promise to call her, oh she hoped he
would!
"That's okay, Brad. Cathy said she'd stop by today anyway. But later on
yeah, I should be home if you want to call me.''
Brad grinned. The hopeful look on her face was assurance that she'd be
waiting by the phone for his call. Brad loved women, he was a real stud and
probably would have a difficult time remembering all the women he'd slept
with. He loved the sex, no doubt about that, but he loved the sense of
conquest best of all, the feeling that a girl was falling in love with him.
His ego would have rejected the notion that he used women, he prided
himself on being a fantastic lover and a fun date. To his mind he gave far
more to the women he became involved with than he took from them. It wasn't
his fault if a girl read more into their relationship than fun and sex, he
never promised more than that. He had been drawn to Robyn's beauty when he
first saw her but it was her innocence that appealed to him most. Within
moments of meeting her he knew she would be more fun than just a one night
stand for him. He figured it would be several weeks, maybe months even, of
great sex and good partying while he gently taught her her womanhood.
They finished their coffee and got dressed. Just before they left the
apartment he kissed her passionately, bringing her to panting arousal and
then broke away, leaving her feeling tingly and wanting. He sighed and said
"I'll be thinking about you all day, Sweetie.'' Then he got in his car and
drove off.
She went back to her place, head still damp and busied herself by trying to
unsnarl her hair. It was still early morning and she missed Brad already.
To Be Continued...
