When I walk into the bar to meet him heads turn to look at me. I know why they’re staring, all those hungry eyes. They want me and they have no idea who I really am.
My best friend is good at a lot of things, but he’s horrible when it comes to women. I owe the guy a lot and so I decided to give him a present worth more than money. I decided to give him confidence.
I’m only here for him, walking up to the bar and letting him buy me a drink. Letting him feel like he was hitting it off with his dream girl and keeping it secret that his dream girl is me.
The pill is its own little miracle and it makes a world of difference. When I close my eyes I can feel the shape of this body. Its beautiful form and its potent desires.
The remarkable thing is that he isn’t striking out. My interest in him started genuine and is growing all the more. I can’t help but think of all that my handsome best friend could offer to me, all that he could make me feel.
The night was supposed to end with a kiss but when the time comes I don’t want to say goodbye. I want to beg him to take me home. To let him show me what it really means to be a woman.
I don’t just want it, I need it. I need to be her.
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I kept trying to push it out of my mind but I kept focusing back on it. As I lathered up my washcloth with soap and ran it over the curves of this new body, well I gave in a little.
Once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and all, might as well not miss out.
My explorations were decidedly focused in a different direction than simple cleanliness. I lingered on the places I knew that my interest lay when I was on the other side of the equation, and the places that I knew the women I had been with enjoyed.
Taking my time sweeping over the curve of my neck and hearing my breath catch in my throat. Feeling the fullness of these firm and perky breasts and tracing the edges of them before moving inward, taking them in full and then concentrating on the hard nipples that capped them.
By the time I was pinching them the washcloth had already fallen between my feet and any pretense of cleanliness had been forgotten.
My breath came in ragged gasps as I leaned back against the wall of the shower and pressed on. One hand remained on my breasts exploring them as the other slid down my firm tummy, slipping between my thighs as they parted for it, as they felt the heat of my sex while it begged to be satisfied.
Tracing the lines of my lips and feeling a wetness there that had nothing to do with water. Feeling the shock of sharp pleasure as my thumb brushed my clit and then the low and reverberating waves as it focused in, pressing down with pressure that was unmistakably moving past it.
I kept my eyes clenched shut, shut while my fingers slipped past the outer lips of my sex first fingertips and then plunging in in full. Shut as my hand clenched at my breast, as my breath grew more and more ragged and vocal, as the pounding pleasure in my head made it harder to stand, made my thighs and legs start to clench and shake.
I pushed back into the wall behind me, desperate for it to keep me up as I spread my legs wider and pushed more fingers into me. My fingers found their steady rhythm and the waves that came from it were perfectly timed.
Rising like the tide and rushing over me, hitting the edges of my being before rippling back and leaving me tingling. Rising higher and higher each time until I was gasping with my need, until I was barely able to think of anything but the pleasure that was burning me from the inside out.
It felt like a betrayal, in a strange way. It felt like I’d taken his present out of the box and was playing with it. It felt like this body belonged to Ryan, like I needed his permission to be doing this.
And with my mind focused on memorizing every detail of the pleasure running through me I lost a bit of control, a bit of restraint. He came into my mind and he set up a home and he wasn’t leaving anytime soon.
The ministrations of pleasure can get you ninety percent of the way there, fantasy can push you over the edge.
I was out of control and my mind was racing all on its own and when the fantasies started to press in with the promise of even more pleasure the one place they went was him. Ryan standing there in the shower with me, his firm grip pushing me back to the wall. His hand between my thighs and his fingers filling me and his voice, his deep and sonorous voice, in my ear speaking whispers and promises of what was yet to come.
If you like that, just imagine what I can do with something bigger. Thicker. Harder.
If you’re this close just from my fingers, if my fingers can make you feel this good, then imagine what it could be like with my cock inside of you. Hot and hard and filling you up. Making you a woman in body and in spirit. Pounding into you as my hands are free to grip your body, to feel your body. As I am wholly free to bend you over and take you and make you mine.
Do you want that? Do you want me to satisfy you? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to be mine? Do you want to become my woman?
He wasn’t there with me, but I responded all the same. My moan weak and barely audible beyond my own ears, drowned out by the rushing water as I let the fantasy take me.
A single word.
“Yes.”
And then my world exploded.