You slowly sit down on the bed, feeling the weight of your boobs shift with every movement. You take a few breaths feeling the weight move again and again before laying down on your back, you can feel the weight of the breast shift again. The room still smells of sex, giving you flashbacks to the carnal acts you shared with your girlfriend just a hour ago. Your fingers drift toward your crotch as you close your eyes, you remember the look on her face as you filled her, the look of pure lust with each thrust. You want to stroke your cock but as you reach down you are rewarded with only a slick surface below.
"Good little girls don't touch down there." A voice echoes in your head, it sounds like your mother, but did she really say that to you?
You raise your fingers up, seeing the glistening precum drip from them. If you were going to wear this body, why shouldn't you at least give it a try, how many boys wouldn't give their right ball to feel a female orgasm? You reach down again awkwardly and began to fumble around, you remember back at the movie theater when you were playing that silly contest with your girlfriend, how did you win? You touched her clit right? Was it inside or outside? You can't remember.
You touch the slit again, your fingers slip down the surface, feeling the wet path as you push inward toward a hole further down than you expected it to be. You try to push your pointer finger in but its tight, extremely tight, so you push harder, and harder, a sharp pain pierces through your body and you let out a scream as you pull your finger back to see a few drops of blood on it. "Rookie mistake." Your girlfriend giggles, watching from the doorway.
She crosses the room, how long has she been watching you? "A young girl's body is like a flower, you have to treat it delicately." She coos at you as she steps onto the bed at the other end, crawling forward until she is at the other end of your body. "You can't think like a boy and just go ramming things into it."
She leans in and gives your vagina a soft lick and a moan escapes your mouth, the pounding pain from before begins to lessen as you feel her tongue dance across your folds. "Think of it as a lollipop." She grins and begins to start at your thighs, swirling around your vagina, with each pass she moves in closer and closer, her fingers ever so gently spreading your lower lips apart. "You slowly lick and move inward and inward." Her tongue grazes your insides for the first time and you gasp, your body arches back and your nails dig into the sheets.
"Girls don't touch down there, it's dirty." Your mother says in your mind. You remember sitting in front of a mirror at the age of 8, exploring your body.
"It's dirty!" You try to say as your girlfriend smiles up at you, precum glistening on her face.
"It's the sweetest lollipop I have ever tasted." She winks at you her little tongue licking some of the precum from her lips before she dives back down, her tongue going deeper this time. With every swirl of her tongue you can feel the pleasure building, your heart is already in overdrive and you can feel some kind of intensity building right above your vagina. You want to warn your girlfriend but you can't vocalize it, all you can see is stars as you are lost in the touch of your tongue. Your body spasms and you cry out in bliss as you shake violently and cum for the first time as a girl.
"W-Wow." Your girlfriend pulls her face back, fluid dripping from her nose. "That's twice today you did that."
You try to laugh, you try to say anything but it only comes out as a breathy moan as she crawls up to you and lays her head on your left breast. "I made you girly squirt." She giggles childishly, your not sure if she is roleplaying again or not, all you have the energy left to do is put your arm around her and pull her in to a hug.
In the post orgasmic haze you can barely hear a car pull up, your mind doesn't register it, you don't hear the car door open, or anyone get out. You don't hear the sound of keys jingling or the front door opening downstairs. The one thing you do here, the one thing that jolts you awake, is the sound of your sister's voice.
"I'm home." She calls out.