6. Chapter
Robyn woke feeling disoriented, uncertain where she was or how she got
there. She had a throbbing headache and an intense pressure in her bladder.
She was lying on her stomach with her face buried in a pillow. Blearily she
opened her eyes and saw she was in her own bed. Wow, what a nightmare, she
thought. Then she moved her head and felt long hair brush her cheek and she
realized the past 24 hours hadn't been a dream.
Moving woodenly, she crawled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. Out
of long habit she stood facing the toilet and lifted the seat. When she
reached down to aim her penis at the bowl her fingers brushed the silky
thong panty and she cursed. She lowered the seat back down, snaked her
panties down her legs and sat. She sighed in relief as the heavy stream
splashed into the water.
Once she finished she glanced at herself in the mirror. The blonde woman
sitting on the toilet with her panties around her ankles looked sexy as
hell - - even as obviously out of it as she was. The only thing she had on
besides the panties was her bra. Her hair was a wreck, with big clumps
unfurled from last night's careful up-do, pieces hanging everywhere still
partially held together with bobby pins. Her face was puffy and her eyes
bloodshot. She had lipstick smudged around her mouth and on her teeth.
She stood, pulled her panties up, and leaned over the sink, staring in the
mirror, trying to decide where to start on making herself presentable. She
realized she still had on her earrings and reached up to take them off. Her
nails made it difficult to grasp the little clips, but she figured it out
and set the hoops down on the vanity. She ran her fingers through her hair,
locating the hairpins and removing them, wincing occasionally as she hit a
snarl that pulled painfully at her scalp. Briefly she considered combing
her hair, then settled for a rudimentary finger raking, not wanting to risk
renewed agony at each tangle - besides she thought the wild tousled look
worked for her. Satisfied with her hair for the moment, she started to
brush her teeth then regretted she'd unbound her hair first. Almost as if
it were alive, strands of hair kept finding their way into her mouth as she
brushed. Eventually she had to pull her hair back from her face and hold it
behind her head with one hand while she finished cleaning her teeth. She
rinsed her mouth then splashed some water in her face and briefly scrubbed
with a washcloth to remove the lipstick traces around her mouth. She patted
her face dry and toweled her hair in spots where it had trailed into the
water. She felt her jaw thoughtfully, then realized shaving was something
she didn't need to worry about -- that was one aspect of manhood she was
not going to miss. She stared at her face in the mirror - startlingly
lovely - and decided her morning toilette was sufficient. Finally, she
popped a couple advil from the medicine cabinet and hoped they'd take
effect soon or she'd never survive the day.
Feeling somewhat human again, she padded back to her bedroom to get
dressed. She wondered what clothes she would wear since the only thing
Cathy had shown her last night was the dress she wore to the club. Even
Robyn's male-oriented fashion sense knew that dress was inappropriate for
normal daytime activities. The thought of the sexy little dress caused
Robyn to look around for it, realizing she didn't remember taking it off...
in fact she was vague on how she got home at all. Then she spotted it,
carefully draped over the back of her chair in front of the desk. Her
stockings and garter belt were also hanging there, and her shoes and
handbag had been neatly placed on the seat of the chair. She walked over
and found a single rose lying on top of a legal pad placed in the center of
her desk. There was a brief note scrawled on the pad.
"Good morning Sweet Robyn! I hope you're not hurting too badly today. You
were quite a handful last night, so I put you to bed without any dessert.
I'll call you, but I promise not too early cause I know you're going to
need your sleep. Brad."
Robyn sniffed the rose and smiled. She had no idea how Brad had gotten it
in the middle of the night but it was a sweet gesture. She tried to
remember all they'd done last night but much of the evening was a blur. She
remembered a lot of kissing - did she ever! Her nipples tightened and she
felt excited, silly, happy, remembering the kisses and tender touches and
being carried in his arms. She briefly thought how strange it was to get
all giddy over a man, but she couldn't deny that the memories excited her.
Then it occurred to her that it must have been Brad who'd undressed her.
How embarrassing! She blushed all the way to her toes thinking of him
seeing her in panties and bra. But, he could have done anything he wanted -
she couldn't have stopped him -- and he just put her to bed. Cathy was
wrong about him, Robyn decided, he really was a decent guy.
Thought of Cathy led to wondering where she'd gone. With all these strange
new feelings and experiences she really needed someone to talk to. Someone
who would understand what she was going through, and Cathy was the only one
she could turn to. Robyn picked up the phone and called her dorm room. She
absently brushed her cheek with the rose as she listened to the phone
ringing.
"What?" Cathy blearily answered after 6 rings. Robyn had been about to hang
up.
"Cathy? It's me, Robyn."
"Robyn...? Oh, yeah. What time is it?" Cathy mumbled.
Robyn glanced at her clock and said, "It's almost noon. Wake up. We have to
talk."
"Noon?! Shit. I told Greg I'd meet him for lunch."
"Can't you cancel? Or reschedule? I really need to talk to you." Robyn
pleaded.
"I guess I can call him. I'll stop off at your place first and meet him a
little later on."
"Great! Thanks Cathy, I appreciate it. Um... one more thing... can you
bring something for me to wear? That dress you gave me last night seems a
bit... too much for just hanging around the house."
"Oh, look in those shopping bags. I picked you up some everyday stuff too,
besides that little black number."
"Okay. Thanks."
"See ya in a bit. Bye!" Cathy hung up.
*****
She rummaged through the pile of shopping bags Cathy'd dumped in her room.
She felt a twinge of ominous dread when she found a box of tampons and
another of pads, but she put them off to the side, deciding that picking
out something to wear was the first order of business. Robyn was relieved
to see nothing was too expensive or outlandish in style. It looked like the
everyday casual wardrobe of an average coed. She'd been afraid Cathy had
only picked out a bunch of sexy items like the outfit she'd worn last
night. She separated out the receipts and put them on her desk, thinking
she'd need to repay her as soon as possible. If she didn't change back to
Bob eventually money might become a problem, but she'd worry about that if
and when. First she needed to get dressed before Cathy showed up.
She laid all her new clothes out on the bed to see what she had to choose
from. There was a pair of jeans, a cable-knit sweater in pink, several
pairs of leggings in patterns and colors that would match the sweater, a
knit cotton top with a simple crew neck, a package of bikini panties in
assorted colors, a plain white bra with a front closure, several pairs of
socks in various colors, a pair of Reeboks, and a simple shoulder bag. It
was a female version of the universal guy uniform of jeans and shirt, but
she could see that by mixing stuff around she could get four or five
different outfits from these few basic things. She decided on the jeans and
sweater, wanting to avoid for the moment either the form hugging leggings
or clingy knit top.
She slipped off the panties she was wearing and started working on removing
her bra. She reached round behind her, blindly fumbling with the bra's
closure. Silently she cursed whoever designed women's clothing - you needed
to be a fucking contortionist to get dressed and undressed. Finally she
succeeded in freeing herself from the garment and itched her skin where it
bore the reddened imprint from the bra's elastic. Ah, that felt lots
better.
She slid on a fresh pair of panties -- bright red and white diagonal
stripes, even her underwear was a fashion statement now. They were a normal
bikini style and didn't feel as alien as the thong had. Next came the bra.
This one was a soft cup front closure style and wasn't too much trouble to
put on. It was fairly comfortable too, not as binding as the strapless
push-up deal had been.
Next she struggled into the jeans. Her new body was tiny but the pants
Cathy'd selected were even smaller. She had to squirm and pull quite a lot
to get them over her hips. When she finally had them buttoned they fit like
a second skin, and really emphasized her sexy ass. She hadn't seen a belt
but they fit so snugly she figured the last thing she'd have to worry about
was her jeans falling down.
The sweater was a bulky cable-knit with a crew neck. She pulled it over her
head and had to pull her hair out through the neck opening. It was tunic
length on her but she arranged it so it bunched a bit at her waist with the
hem above the flare of her hips rather than covering her butt as it would
if she were wearing leggings. She liked the way her ass looked in the tight
jeans and she didn't want to hide it.
She finished by pulling on a thick pair of pink socks and the Reeboks. The
shoes were white with pink detailing. She was growing accustomed to the
various frills in women's styles and merely thought the shoes were pretty
rather than questioning the fact that she was wearing obviously feminine
shoes. They were lots more comfortable than the heels had been but she
missed the height boost. A few adjustments in front of the mirror and she
was satisfied with her look.
She wandered out to the kitchen and started making coffee. It was
frustrating to have to stand on a chair in order to reach her stuff. The
three roommates had logically given the topmost shelf to 6'4" Bob when they
divvied up kitchen storage space, and now she couldn't even see what was up
there. She made her usual extra strong coffee, using 5 scoops for a pot.
When she took her first sip she shuddered and made a face. Immediately she
poured out the entire pot and fixed a new one a bit less strong. She smiled
at the irony of how she used to laugh when other people tasted her coffee,
and now she understood their reaction. It seemed nothing remained of her
old self except her memories. There was so much to learn about her new
body.
Cathy arrived while she was finishing her second cup. They talked a bit
about inconsequentials over coffee. Cathy admired Robyn's outfit,
commenting on how cute she looked, noting she'd coordinated her socks with
her sweater and saying they'd have to get her more clothes as soon as
possible. Robyn thanked her and said it was nice to be in jeans, even if
they were so tight she could barely sit. Then Cathy brought up Robyn's
situation.
"So what did you want to talk about, Robyn?"
"Um... I've been wondering what's going to happen when I change back to a
man," she said a bit nervously.
"What do you mean?" Cathy asked cautiously. She studied Robyn over the rim
of her cup, wondering what she was getting at.
"I mean... Brad and me... well we sort of made out last night..." Robyn
fumbled for the right words.
"Get out!" Cathy burst out laughing. "Last time I saw you, you two looked
like you were doing lots more than 'sort of' anything. I tried to warn you.
Even offered you a ride home. But, no, you wouldn't listen."
"No. No. You don't understand. What we did isn't what's bothering me...
it's... well... I liked it." Robyn felt herself turning bright pink. "I
mean, I really liked it."
"Oh?" Cathy'd seen the look on Robyn's face often enough before. It was the
look of someone in the early stages of a hot romance. "Hmmmm. You enjoyed
fooling around with a guy. That's what's bothering you, right?"
"Well... yeah. Inside I'm a guy. Except I never did anything when I was a
guy. Nothing. I never even kissed a girl, except my mother. And last
night... well... that was fantastic. Better than anything. I don't know how
describe it...."
Cathy grinned at her. "Been there, Robyn. Your first kiss. It's wonderful,
I know."
"Duh! Of course you know what it feels like, I guess I sound silly." Robyn
sighed. "Anyway. I can't stop thinking about it. I keep replaying
everything in my mind. I got so turned on last night, and I got excited all
over again this morning just remembering stuff. Hell, I'm feeling all
tingly now just talking to you about it." Robyn blushed even deeper, and
grinned ruefully at Cathy.
"It's normal to have feelings like you describe, Robyn..."
"Yeah, normal for a woman. I look at you right now, and I see an attractive
woman. You're sexy as hell, Cathy. I feel like I should be turned on by
you, only I'm not sure if I am. But last night, what I felt with Brad...
wow! And I've never been attracted to guys before. Now I'm wondering if my
brain is going to associate sex with guys from now on... even when I change
back. Like maybe I'm gay or something."
Cathy thought about the problem a few moments before speaking. The fact
that she kissed Brad and liked it meant Robyn was learning to be a woman.
But she worried that things might be moving a bit too fast. Every girl
learns the intricacies of sex gradually as she matures. They don't just
suddenly awaken one morning in a fully adult and very sexy female body.
Robyn didn't have the benefit of growing up female so she had no natural
defenses against the Brad Franklins of the world. She still believed the
best thing for Robyn was to get her to accept being female, help her be
comfortable as a woman, since that was probably what she was going to be
for the rest of her life. But that didn't mean she should immediately start
fucking the first guy who came on to her. For the moment at least, a bit of
caution seemed in order. She only hoped she could convince Robyn and calm
her fears.
"I don't know if your idea is right, Robyn... I mean somehow I doubt it's
possible to turn yourself gay, if you weren't born that way already. And I
don't think just cause your first experience is with a guy that you'll be
permanently attracted to guys if you change back to a man. You'd never be
able to explain bisexuals if that were the case. I think what you're going
through now is just your mind adjusting to your new body with all the new
sensations. Your hormones and erogenous zones and all are completely
different now. And you don't have any experience in dealing with everything
you're feeling. It's like you've gone through puberty in a single day and
your mind hasn't yet adapted to all the physical changes. You might should
take things a bit slower right now, Robyn. Cool it with Brad especially,
he's only interested in one thing. At least until you're more familiar with
what your body is feeling."
Robyn was standing, leaning her hip against the kitchen counter watching
her intently. Cathy puttered in the sink, rinsing out her coffee cup while
she'd considered how to phrase her thoughts. When she finished speaking she
leaned over and gave Robyn a hug to reassure her. Robyn felt Cathy's
breasts soft and heavy against her own.
Impulsively, Robyn stood on tiptoe and kissed her. Her lips were soft and
warm and yielding. Not demanding, like Brad's. She pressed herself closer
to Cathy. There was no firm bulge pressing back against her softness, only
a smooth flatness like her own. She moved her hand to Cathy's breast and
felt it's plush resilience through her blouse. But her memory flashed on
how Brad's chest had felt under her palm, so broad and strong and firm. And
his smell, clean but with a faint trace of muskiness. She opened her lips,
darted her tongue out, found Cathy's tongue soft and agile. Their tongues
connected, tentative shy touches, quickly over with. Then they parted, the
entire encounter had lasted only seconds.
Cathy seemed shaken, uneasy. Robyn felt a vague disappointment, something
was missing. Kissing Cathy wasn't what she'd expected. It was... nice. But
there was no excitement, no electricity like had happened last night.
"Cathy, I'm sorry. I... um... I didn't mean to..."
"No, it's okay Robyn. Really." Cathy avoided her gaze a moment, then seemed
to collect herself. She tucked her hair back behind her ear and looked
directly at Robyn. "You're confused right now. You don't know whether to be
a guy or a girl. I understand. It's just that... I've never done that
before. Kissed another woman like that. It's not your fault. But... well, I
just can't think of you as a guy. Not now, anyway."
"I know." Robyn looked sheepish. "It's weird. I didn't really feel all that
much either. Not anything like last night. I mean, it might be fun,
probably would be, but I didn't feel the same sense of urgency. No sparks.
My nipples barely even twitched, and last night they felt like they were
gonna shoot right off of my tits."
Cathy laughed, feeling the tension dissipate. "Yah. I know that feeling!"
"Maybe I was right. Maybe I am fixated on guys now." Robyn said, a bit
morosely.
"It's going to be okay." Cathy put her arm around Robyn's shoulders in a
friendly, not a suggestive way. "Your body just craves something different
now. And your mind is just reacting to all the hormones and signals from
your new body. If - when -- we change you back, your male equipment should
take over and you'll be drooling over women in no time."
Robyn was unconvinced, but it was a moot point until she got her old body
back. And worrying about it too much just depressed her. So she changed the
subject, trying to lighten the mood.
"So you never did tell me how things went with you and Greg last night.
Obviously pretty good, or you wouldn't be meeting him today."
Cathy suddenly beamed. "Oh god! He's fantastic, Robyn. You'll get a chance
to meet him in a few minutes. He's coming over here to pick me up."
Robyn grinned at Cathy's infectious enthusiasm. "So, did you and him do it
last night, hmm?" She giggled wickedly.
It was Cathy's turn to blush. She replied in a saucy tone, "No, we didn't
'do it' little miss nosy britches." Then she grinned widely. "But I was
tempted. If things keep going the way they're going I might be giving in
awfully soon."
"Oh, I know how you feel" Robyn sighed. Then they both broke out into
laughter.
They both grew less serious, and the talk became almost silly. They talked
about their evening and Cathy made jokes about the way guys acted. Robyn
laughed along with her, remembering some reactions she'd gotten from guys
last night and realizing how truly lame men could be when they were trying
to impress women.
Greg showed up as they were joking about the two jocks who'd tried to pick
them up. Cathy re-introduced the two of them since they'd hardly exchanged
a word the night before. He sat and chatted with them a while. He seemed
nice, Robyn thought, witty, a good sense of humor, intelligent. He was
polite to Robyn and friendly but his face grew more animated whenever he
looked at Cathy. Robyn found herself watching him, the way his muscles
bunched under his skin when he moved, the strong line of his jaw and firm
set of his mouth, the way he touched Cathy, lightly resting his hand over
hers, or giving her arm a gentle squeeze. Robyn watched them together and
wondered what it would feel like for him to be touching her. When Cathy
first mentioned Greg the other day she'd expected to be somewhat jealous.
But she hadn't expected the jealousy to be directed at Cathy, for having
such a sexy guy. What a strange, strange turn of events, she thought to
herself.
Eventually Cathy and Greg left. They asked Robyn if she wanted to join them
for dinner, but she declined. She said she just wanted to be alone and
think. Maybe soak in a bath. Cathy made her promise to call if she changed
her mind or needed anything. As they were going Cathy and Robyn made plans
to meet the next day.
*****
Robyn puttered about aimlessly, her thoughts drifting to Brad and last
night, wondering if they might grow as close as Cathy and Greg seemed to
be. It was dark outside when the phone interrupted her musing. She'd been
rereading his note for the umpteenth time, toying with the rose he left
her. She felt a flush of excitement when she answered it and heard his
voice.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Sweets. Did you sleep well?"
"Mmmm, like the dead. Happy turkey and dressing to you too." She was all
but purring into the phone.
"Well you sure looked dead to the world when I last saw you," he teased.
"Oh god. I'm so embarrassed you had to put up with me all looped out of my
mind like that! Thank you for taking such good care of me. And thanks for
the flower, that was so sweet of you."
"You're most welcome, Sweetie. I had more fun than I've had in a long time.
You're quite the party girl!"
Robyn giggled. Oh god, she thought, I'm acting like some love struck kid!
"I'm sorry to call at the last minute and all, but I just got home. I got
sucked in to watching the game over at the frat house and I thought you
needed all the sleep you could get. Anyway, I thought if you weren't doing
anything you might like to come next door for a turkey dinner?"
"Oh..." Robyn remembered Cathy's advice to take things slower, but her
stomach was fluttering and her nipples tingling just talking to him on the
phone, and she barely even hesitated. "I'd love to, Brad."
"Great. I'm home now, so whenever you're ready just come on over. It's the
apartment next to yours on the right."
"I'll be right there."
Brad gave her a kiss when he opened the door. He ushered her inside with
exaggerated courtliness. His place was a blend of sophisticated style and
frat guy mess. He had more money to decorate with so his stuff was better
than Robyn's place. The furniture was good quality, masculine in its
comfort and simplicity. The stereo and television were excellent, as to be
expected of a rich college guy. He had a large CD and video collection but
very few books. Robyn suspected he had porno tapes stashed in a little
cabinet below the VCR. There were various articles of sports equipment
lying carelessly about, baseball bat and glove, lacrosse stick, a pair of
skis standing in a corner. In contrast to the expensive electronic
equipment the walls were decorated in rather tacky posters, mostly models
in various stages of nudity.
At the moment the only lighting came from over a dozen candles spotted
throughout the living room and dining area. The stereo was playing a jazz
CD, the soft warm tones of a saxophone filled the air. There was a bottle
of red wine open on the table and two glasses. The table was set for two,
with fine china and linen napkins.
Brad pulled her chair out for her. "Just a moment Mademoiselle, while I
confer with the chef."
Robyn smiled. She felt rather special having someone go to all this trouble
for her. Brad disappeared into the kitchen for a moment and returned
carrying a pizza box which he sat in the center of the table.
Robyn burst out laughing. "That doesn't look like turkey to me."
"Oh mais oui!" He put a slice on her plate. "I'm almost certain they use
turkey pepperoni on Thanksgiving."
They ate and talked and drank. Robyn was careful not to overindulge in the
wine. She didn't want a repeat of the previous evening. After dinner they
slow danced in the living room to the soft music. She felt herself falling
under his spell. He seemed to know just how to keep her off balance and
pleasantly surprised. Her body seemed to tingle to his touch.
When he took her hand and led her down the hall to the bedroom she went
eagerly. His bedroom was like the rest of the apartment, a mix of expensive
taste and fraternity vulgarity. The king size bed took up most of the
space. There was also a dresser and two night-stands that matched the bed's
large ornate headboard. The sheets were very high quality linen and clean
-- Robyn silently gave thanks for that. There were six pillows piled at the
head of the bed and a down comforter folded at the foot. The room had
several mirrors, including one on the ceiling. In one corner there was a
tripod with a video camcorder which was connected to a small TV on the
corner of the dresser. Like the living room, this room was lit by fragrant
candles strategically placed about on the dresser and night-stands.
Auxiliary speakers brought the soft music from the stereo into the room.
Brad had brought the wine with him and he handed her glass to Robyn. She
sipped and put it on a night-stand. They danced very close for a time,
kissing and nuzzling each other. Soon they weren't really dancing any more,
just swaying gently and kissing. Robyn had been steadily growing more
excited all evening and now she felt herself nearly aching with
anticipation as Brad's tongue entwined with her own. She ran her hands up
his spine, clutched his shoulders. Her pussy was becoming aroused, she felt
a tingling need growing, demanding attention. She slid one leg around him,
pressing her body against him, grinding her crotch into his hardness.
Brad's hand was a teasing warmth sliding up her side, under her sweater.
She felt his strong hand cupping her breast, then he was tugging at her bra
between her breasts and in a moment he'd opened the hook, her breasts
bobbed free. His warm palm gently pressed her breast, feeling its weight,
fingers teasing her nipple. Then his other hand slid up underneath her
sweater and both her breasts were gently kneaded. In moments he was urging
her arms up and he quickly slithered her sweater over her head and tossed
it to a chair. Her bra was next, and she stood nude from the waist up.
Brad admired her breasts a moment then he tenderly traced his fingertips
from her hips up over her belly along her ribs, to rest on the sides of her
breasts, barely even touching her skin. She was breathing faster, her
nipples swelling, heating, aching to be touched. He drew his fingertips
along the side of her breasts, brushing her skin feather-softly, converging
on her nipples, gently tugging them outward. She gasped at the sensations
coursing through her body and tossed her head back, closing her eyes to
savor the feelings. Brad released her nipples then cupped his hands and
moved his palms forward till they were just barely brushing against the
very tips of her nipples. He slowly moved his palms in small circles,
gently rolling her nipples as he did so.
Robyn reached up intending to press his hands more firmly against her, but
just as her hands touched Brad's he turned his arms and gently but firmly
pushed her arms back down to her sides. He leaned over, softly kissed her
neck and whispered in her ear.
"Be patient, Sweet. Just close your eyes and enjoy."
He moved his mouth down her neck, his breath warm on her skin, occasionally
tickling her with lips or tongue or the tip of his nose. Then he was
sucking one of her nipples, his fingers teasing the other one
simultaneously. She gasped as his warm wet soft tongue swirled around her
sensitive flesh. He spent an unmeasurable time teasing her breasts with his
mouth and hands, while also tracing his fingers over her belly and back and
hips. Robyn was moaning in delight. She was only vaguely aware of what was
happening when Brad unsnapped her jeans and slid them down her legs.
Everything just felt so wonderful, she wanted more and more and more.
When Brad lifted her and laid her down on the bed she sighed with joy. He
continued to tease her, tracing his tongue down the line from her navel to
her crotch. She arched herself up as she felt his breath stirring in her
pubic hair, wanting his touch so badly. His tongue grazed the outer lips of
her pussy and she shuddered. But he moved on downwards, gently spreading
her legs and kissing her inner thighs. He positioned himself between her
legs and devoted several minutes to kissing all around her throbbing cunt
but never quite touching it. When she reached down to pull his lips to her
crotch he took her wrists in his hands and held them, pressed to the inside
of her thighs, holding her helplessly wide open while she thrashed her head
back and forth and bucked her hips in sweet aching frustration.
Just when she thought she would die of the demanding need in her pussy Brad
once more ran his tongue over her outer labia. She clenched her imprisoned
hands into fists and bit her lip to stifle a moan. He slipped just the
tiniest fraction of the tip of his tongue past her outer lips and slowly
licked her up and down. His tongue circled her clit, and she jerked as if
electrocuted. He let his mouth sag open and slowly ran the velvet smooth
inner surface of his lower lip upwards along her pussy lips. As he reached
the top his chin was pressed partially into her slit and his lips began
sucking ever so gently on her clit.
Robyn had been quivering at the verge of orgasm for a seemingly timeless
period. The feel of his lips sucking her clit sent her over the edge. She
gasped and felt her body go rigid, her back arched, her mouth open in a
silent scream, as waves of pure ecstasy rushed over her. She began
trembling and uncontrollably pumped her hips, pressing herself upwards to
Brad's mouth. She moaned in delight so loudly it was almost a scream. Brad
increased the pressure and speed of his lips and tongue, keeping her
balanced at the peak for an eternity, then slowed as he sensed the urgency
in her movements lessening.
Robyn couldn't believe how strong her orgasm was, better than any she'd
ever had as a man, it was a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. She
lay gasping, soaked with sweat, limp. It was several moments before she
became aware that Brad was busily kissing her thighs and her belly,
stroking her breasts, and she felt herself growing excited again. Robyn
halfheartedly tried to resist the reignited passion she was feeling. She
felt a bit selfish, Brad hadn't even taken his clothes off yet.
"Mmmm, Brad that was wonderful but rest a bit. I want to make you happy
now." She said languorously.
Brad glanced up from tonguing her navel and grinned. His face glistened
with her juices. "Sweets, I haven't even begun to make you happy!" he said,
then bent down and slipped his tongue inside her cunt.
*****
Much later, they lay entangled together. Dreamily stroking a finger over
the swell of a breast, softly kissing, cheek brushing lightly against sweat
dampened chest hair. Robyn had lost track of how many times she'd climaxed.
She couldn't even guess how long Brad's skillful mouth and fingers had kept
her teetering on the brink of climax, punctuated by gasping orgasms that
seemed to go on and on, blending together. But she was no longer a virgin,
she was positive of that.
After the second or third bout of cunnilingus Brad had guided her hand down
to his cock. She stared at the erection in her hand and felt a strange
sense of displacement, as if something were missing that her mind was
expecting to feel, then she realized she wasn't holding her own penis, but
that of her lover. She fondled it delicately, as if it might break, not
sure she could ever get comfortable touching it. Then Brad's intake of
breath as she tentatively ran her finger along the shaft made her realize
his pleasure was dependent on her fully accepting her new role as a woman.
She tried to relax and open her mind to the new experience. She thought of
all the pleasure Brad had so recently given her, and felt a desire to
reciprocate. Brad's cock wasn't disgusting, she told herself, it was made
for pleasure. She gave it a tiny squeeze and heard Brad moan. Then she
gently pushed it up against his belly and released it, watching it bobble
in the air. It was really rather cute. She was amazed at how large it felt,
and warm. It was velvety smooth, thick, and seemed to throb under her every
touch. When she encircled the shaft her fingers barely met. This huge club
was going to fit inside of her? Her own penis had never felt so big, but
her hands were much smaller now, she reasoned.
She heard a ripping sound and Brad placed a rolled condom in her fingers
and moved her hand to position the condom at the head of his cock. He kept
his fingers over hers and guided her in smoothing it down his shaft. The
condom was lubricated, slick to her touch. She was growing more and more
nervous as the moment of truth drew near. He sensed this and kissed her
ear, whispering endearments. She felt his newly familiar touch in her
pussy, teasing her, arousing her, making her want more. Her worries faded
as his fingers performed their magic, exciting her more and more. When she
began arching herself to him he gently eased her legs apart.
She felt his fingers replaced by something larger, warm and slick. Gently
he eased himself into her. Oh, this was so different, she thought. She felt
herself stretching, wider than before, he was so big. He pushed a bit more
and she arched up then cried out as a sharp pain took her. He held still a
moment and the pain lessened, then pushed a bit deeper. It hurt but she was
terribly excited too. She felt a mixture of fear of the pain and desire to
feel him fully inside her - desire won out. She spread her legs as wide as
possible, reached behind him, grabbed his ass, and pulled him to her. There
was a final burning pain, not so bad as the first. Then she felt Brad's
weight grinding into her mound, he was inside her to the hilt.
Brad took things slowly, moving gently, watching her face for signs of
discomfort. All the oral stimulation had left her literally dripping with
lubrication which helped enormously. The pain faded and she began to feel
renewed excitement and he slowly increased his pace. Soon she was clenching
her vaginal muscles reflexively, squeezing his cock as it slid in and out
ever more rapidly. She hugged him with her legs, her heels pressing into
the small of his back, her hands clutching his arms, nails biting into his
skin. She felt herself nearing orgasm and voluntary control of her body
slipped away. She bucked and arched herself to meet his thrusts,
animal-like, savage in her need. Then she was there, climaxing, clinging to
him desperately, wanting to pull all of him inside her. Several seconds
into her orgasm Brad came also. His body spasmed and he thrust himself into
her to the limit of his shaft. He remained rigid a moment, frozen inside
her, then eased down from the peak, reflexively pumping himself slowly in
and out to extend the moment.
Robyn's orgasm faded and she regained control of herself. Brad was still
hard inside her, but unmoving. He was ever so slowly shrinking. She felt
his weight pressing her hips into the bed, but he balanced his upper body
on his forearms. She relaxed her death grip on his arms and hips and
tenderly ran her hands over his back and up to his hair.
"Ohhhh, am I still alive?" she murmured.
"Maybe not for long." Brad teasingly replied, leaning down to kiss her.
