"Well I dunno. This place in midtown needs a bartender. What do you think?" Heather slinks over to the fridge on the other side of the room and grabs some juice. "Bartender huh? Not exactly making big bucks."
"Well the real money's in tips anyway."
"Yeah, but you'd have to be good." She sips her orange juice while I reopen the Chronivac. I look through the menu till I find 'Special skills'. In the blank, I type in "best bartender in the world" and click enter. Instantly her tone switches up. "I'm just joshing you, Lyle. I know you got the skills. If this is what you wanna do, go for it. Do you have to be interviewed or anything?"
"Um yeah, I gotta stop by in an hour." Heather puts down her cup and makes a pouty face. "Well I guess no time for round two then huh?" She starts slowly playing with the hem of the shirt, raising it up and up so I can see her new toned tummy. I slam the laptop shut and race around the table to pin her against the counter. She giggles and puts her arms around my neck. "I could kill about fifteen minutes." Satisfied, she starts kissing all over my face. I pick her up by her waist and pull my jeans down off her hips. She tugs on the waistband of my sweats, but my already hard dick is making it too tight for her small hands to get a grip; so I do it for her. She breaks the kiss and takes a good look at me. "Holy fuck you're so huge."
"What?" I flex my pecs. "You don't like all of this?"
"Oh yeah, sexy. I do. It's just you seem bigger than normal, that's all." Can she be remembering this morning? "Well bigger is better, right babe?" I kiss her hard on her lips, hopefully erasing any other questions. It works and she starts moaning in my mouth. I grab her ass in my hands and pick her up off the counter and shove her on top of me. I walk backwards slowly trying to keep balance as she thrusts her wide hips into mine. She locks her knees behind my back and I drop to mine on the ground. I lay her down onto the floor and start pounding back into her.
Fucking Heather earlier was great but now it's a whole different game. Aging her up gave her five more years of experience in the carnal arts and she is busy teaching me a lesson. Her new woman's body is sure making it easy with so many curves to hold and her breasts just quake with the pounding I'm giving her. Even her voice sounds sexier as her big, juicy lips call out my name, "Lyle, Lyle, Lyle!" She's a real woman now. And I'm a real man. With my last bit of control, I make one final push and then my supersoaker releases it's payload right into her. Heather gasps for air as stars fill her eyes and her body clenches up in her climax. I brush her hair out of her face and kiss her gently on her forehead. "You were great babe."
"You weren't so bad yourself. What time is it?" I slowly slide out of her and help her get stand up. I take a good look at her and her belly is swollen again, but this time it's pressed up against the t shirt. I smile to myself. 'One day...'
"Lyle you have forty minutes till your interview. You better get going."
"Okay but what about the mess?"
"Don't worry about it. I'll shower after you leave and clean it up before your mom gets home. She won't know a thing, as usual."
"As usual?"
"Yeah she doesn't know about this. We're just two people fooling around. That's what we've done since high school. No need to get her involved." Ouch, so we are friends with benefits. I look at her tummy which is still a little swollen after some of me had dripped to the floor. We might be a little more later on. But instead I just nod and say "Yeah, okay thanks" and rush upstairs to shower and get changed. It's only takes a few minutes and I race downstairs, grab my laptop, squeeze her ass, and run out the door to my interview.