Nick wanted me because I was exciting and new. He wanted me because I was beautiful. He wanted me because I was ethereal and angelic and I just wanted him to make me feel good.

When I felt him come to life, his hands closing on my body, I pressed on further. My tongue slipped quick and nimble past his lips and played against his own and I squirmed for him, writhing beneath his touch and wriggling with slippery excitement.

I could feel my jaw shuddering, my tongue darting back into my mouth as my teeth nearly chattered. I closed those teeth on his lip, tugging a little and opening my eyes to stare delighted into his. I felt the surprise in him, the way his body swelled for me by every possible standard and definition.

I felt the way he held me, his hands going tighter on my firm little form. The way Nick pulled me into him and I felt his hands flex almost reflexively, almost out of his control as they began to wander over me.

They moved down first, suddenly grabbing my ass and squeezing tight on my cheeks. The sensation made me press myself even tighter against him, moaning into his neck as I kissed the skin there and inhaled deeply of the scent of him. I wanted to leap into his arms and have him hold me but settled instead for kneading my hands into those firm shoulders of his and then locking my fingers onto his shirt and pulling it up and over his head.

Skin to skin. Touch to Touch. I craved the contact of his body of mine and then I got it and I felt it and it was everything I wanted and I smiled at the sensation, pushing myself tighter against him and burying my smile in his chest to hide my sheer and utter delight.

It occurred to me when his bare chest was pressed against my skin and when my hands were roaming over the tightness of his pecs and feeling the firmness of his bulge pressing lower against me, that all of this was new to me. All of it was outside of my realm of experience, not just because of this new body but because of all of these acts.

I’d never kissed anyone before, let alone a body. I’d never been naked in front of someone, let alone felt their body against mine. I’d never even held hands let alone pressed my palms into a body that was hot and eager and desperate to feel mine.

And it was impossible to deny that it was odd, just how easily this all came to me. The simple fact was that I didn’t need to think. I didn’t need to stop at all. Everything I did was natural, written into the code of my body in a way that it never had been before.

The old me wouldn’t have known what to do. Whether I was in this body or Nick’s, whether I was the woman or the man, my old self would have been entirely at a loss. I would have been flailing, probably would have frozen still without any guidance on what to do next.

But the new me was ready. The new me knew just what to do. The new me slipped her hands down the firmness of his body and pressed eager and quick over the bulge in his pants, squeezed and felt it and dove up to his belt and though I fumbled with the latch I knew what I wanted and what I needed and that was why when his hands closed on my wrists and pulled my hands away I mewled with a frustrated desperation, my fingers twitching as my reward was denied to me.

“Please I want it,” I begged him, “I want to feel it. I want to taste it. I want it inside of me. I want-“

Nick pressed his finger against my lips now. He silenced me as I had silenced him before and he spoke to me, my eyes locked onto his as I spiraled down into something I’d never felt before.