Since the two of you are having a pleasant conversation, you invite him inside. He accepts and enters the apartment after you, and while you toss your things into your room, he makes himself comfortable on the couch. You join him after your things are all put neatly away, and the slight mess in your room is hastily picked up.
"So, where were we?" You ask. He reminds you, and you continue telling your story. A few minutes into it, you are pretty focused and do not realize his hand has slowly moved behind your back. As you continue speaking, he goes for it and begins stroking the back of your left ear.
You are caught completely off guard by this and are about to say something when a loud rumbling noise begins emanating from you in a steady rhythm. The words you were about to say get caught in your open mouth, and you break out into a cold sweat from the embarrassment. You are purring. You don't even know how, but you are.
Despite everything you are feeling, however, he doesn't stop petting you, nor are you trying all that hard to get him to stop either. And even though you are feeling very embarrassed right now, the two of you sit in an awkwardly long pause where only your loud purring can be heard.
You begin fidgeting with a strand of your hair as you are not all that sure of what else to do at the moment. It isn't like you dislike his petting or anything. Then out of the blue, his hand rubbing your ears moves down and grabs your far shoulder. He pulls you closer to him and tips you onto your side so that your head is resting on his right thigh. He then continues petting you, and you can't help but rub your face against his thigh. While you raise your ass with each stroke his hand makes down your back.
Then, during one of his passes, he stealthily unclasps your bra. You feel the weight of your tits pull down on your chest now that they no longer are contained, and you shiver as your nipples begin to rub against the insides of the loosened cups. You quickly remember that you are still far from used to being inside a woman's body.
You look up at him curiously, and he just smiles down at you. Then you feel his hand slap the base of your tail and your eyes open wide with a mix of shock and desire. The spank didn't hurt at all and instead felt very good.
If only you could see how weird you looked right now. Here you are, chin on a man's thigh, looking up at him with a weirdly lewd expression on your reddened face. Your ass is raised up high into the air over your head, and your tail is standing straight up on top of that. And considering the fact that you had a short dress on with no panties, as he said they were the only thing that he, understandably so, wouldn't give you. It meant that your pussy was just sticking out there in the open for anyone to see. But you haven't realized anything yet.
He gives the base of your tail another gental spank, which you push your own body into in order to increase the impact force. The two of you get into a rhythm, and your focus doesn't leave his face nor the tingling area located at small of your back.
You find that the more he spanks you, the more turned on you get. You can already tell that your nipples are fully erect, and he has a pretty good looking face too. Plus his body is nothing average either. He honestly is really good looking.
This realization hits your mind hard. 'Ohhhh no. Oh no, oh no oh no, no no nononono! Why is he so handsome all of a sudden? Come on, get it together. I am not supposed to be into guys, no matter how good looking they are. Damn it. Is he my type? Is that it? No, why would I even have a type? But if I did, I bet he would be it. Damn it. Ulgh, this isn't right. I am not supposed to be crushing on a guy! I say that, but he is nice, and smells nice, and he even knows how to pet and spank me perfectly. Stop! I cannot give into his sexy charm. No matter how good looking... fuck. Stop it. I don't want to be in love with him... I did not just think that. I am NOT in love with him just because he spanked my lower back a few times, or pet me behind my ears, or helped me get dressed, or scene me half naked. Actually, now that I think of it, hasn't he already touch my tits, with my permission no less? Sure it was to help me put on a bra, but I didn't stop him from using his hands directly. Damn it why did this have to happen to me? " Fuck, what am I supposed to do now? Tell him that I love him because he touches me well?"
"Umm... thanks? I guess? That someone wouldn't happen to be me would it?" He asks me with a surprised look.
'I just said that last part put loud!' I scream inside my head after the realization of what just happened hits me. He takes my awkward silence and reddened face as confirmation. And with that knoedge, he Arabs his arms around my back and waist, pulling my ass in front of him while moving my head down between his legs.
With my legs pinned to my sides and his strong arms around my lower back, he lifts me, ass end up, and begins eating me out. "Hey, what... uhhhhmmm! Ffffffuck. Ahhh." Any words of protest I had simply turn into moans as I submit to his surprisingly skilled tongue. All I can do is try and endure it and try not lose myself in the pleasure. 'Damn him.' I curse at him in my mind, trying fruitless to convince myself that he is not the most ideal man for me.
'I mean, so he is skilled with his tongue, and honestly top grade boyfriend material. Do I really want to date him this much?' As if to answer my thoughts, his tongue reaches my g-spot and the pleasure multiplies. 'OK, ok. Fine, I do want him. I want him to be mine so badly!'
With my mind made up, I squirm out of his arms and drop down to the floor. I pull off my dress and bra and jump back onto his lap and begin kissing him. I don't think he expected me to be so into it, but oh well. We spend the next several hours exploring our new bodies together, and I learn that my endurance is significantly higher than his. And I mean in the way where after 2 hours, I'm not even winded or have yet to even broken a sweat. Meanwhile I can tell that he is already getting pretty tired.
I cum one last time and we take another break so that he can recover. It then dawns on me that I just fucked a guy, and I don't even know his name, or even her old name at that matter. "Hey, it's pretty late for this, but I never got a chance to ask. Who are you by the way? I was too busy focusing on myself at the time that I didn't get a chance to look around in all of the chaos."
"Ha ha ha! Wait are you serious! We fucked for almost 3 hours and you don't even know who I am? Oh my god that's funny. Anyways, to answer your question, It's me Rachel. And I know who you are, though I doubt anyone doesn't know already who the white haired catgirl is at this point."
"Oh? Well, glad to fuck you Rachel." I say with an awkward smile. He laughs at it, so it's alright. "Anyways, what a crazy day. I never would expect that I would end my day today with not only a completely new body, but also with a very handsome boyfriend as well."
"I could say the same. Who would have guessed I'd be sharing a bed with my new girlfriend who is an actual living catgirl. And not only does she like having sex, but she is as perverted as I am too."