Most guys thought of Cassie Vikstrom as hot. She had long blond hair and bright blue eyes. Her lips were full and cherry red. Her large breasts stretched out over a trim tummy and curvaceous hips.
Right now those qualities were lost on Hannah, who had made her decision.
"Hey Cass can you come with me for a minute?" she asked timidly, "I wanna tell you a secret." she stood up to emphasize her point.
"Okay," Cassie responded jumping back to her feet. "You didn't get yourself pregnant, did you?"
"Well first," the older girl said, "if I did I wouldn't tell you here. Kinds defeats the purpose of going somewhere private to tell you."
"Oh yeah," she replied giggling.
Hannah sighed. Cassie wasn't the sharpest tack in the box but she was her friend. That had to count for something didn't it.
Before long they walked into the employee bathroom. Hannah made sure the door was locked before turning to face her friend.
"So what's up?"
"Well..." Hannah began, not really sure how to proceed, "maybe it would be easier to show you." without any other warning she undid her jeans and pulled them down around her hips until her penis was sticking out.
Cassie was silent for a moment, clearly caught off guard. Finally, she spoke, "You're a tranny?"
"No!" she thought about it for a moment, "Well... Yes, but I wasn't yesterday. I just woke up and it was there. I don't know what happened but I can't remember anything about last night."
At this point Cassie was only half paying attention. "Its so big," she whispered, "Can I touch it?"
"What!"
"Well its just that Chad's isn't that big and his dick is the only one I've ever seen," Cassie looked a little embarrassed.
"This doesn't freak you out... Not even a little?" Her friend's quick acceptance was starting to unnerve Hannah a little.
"No. It takes all kinds in this world, right," as she spoke she was stepping closer. Hannah backed up until her back was pressed against the door. Cassie kept approaching. "Besides, I'm not a lesbian or anything but there's something sexy about a great big dick on such a feminine body."
The blond reached down to grab Hannah's dick, but Hannah grabbed her arm.
"No, Cassie." She said. She tried to sound firm and in charge, but fear clamored around inside her and her voice shook. "I don't want a hand job. I just need to tell someone about this."
"Awww, come on!" Cassie said. "It's not like we'd be having sex or anything. And we're friends, right? What's wrong?"
Hannah made little protest sounds as she tried to think of just what about this struck her wrong. She rejected the idea of having sex with a casual, much-younger female friend from work, but then again, Cassie was right--they wouldn't have sex. Cassie hadn't even suggested oral; she had just moved in for a hand job, which was the safest of all the things she could have done. So what...
The thought of Cassie giving her oral made Hannah instantly fear, without warning, that she might spread whatever had given her a dick to her friend. She realized that this fit; it must have been what struck her wrong. And, since it didn't apply to hand jobs, Hannah suddenly found herself very willing to receive a hand job had gotten weird, after all, so some of the normal social rules couldn't apply anymore.
"Okay..." Hannah said, prompting Cassie to reach back immediately before Hannah's hand forestalled her again. "But Cassie: no oral. I might be contagious, and I don't want to screw you up like this too."
Cassie looked like the prospect of getting infected didn't bother her too much, but she nodded, and Hannah dropped her arm. Her seventeen-year-old coworker then began to stroke Hannah's shaft.
"Oh..." Hannah said, immediately feeling light. It had felt good in the bathroom at home, but this--it was like walking on a cloud. Albeit a cloud that looked like a bathroom stall.
Cassie seemed to be enjoying it too; she was grinning like a maniac. True to her word, though, all she did was handle Hannah's cock like the air-pumper on a Super Soaker, sending raging rivers of ecstasy coursing up to each engorged nipple and back. Hannah began to massage her breasts, and Cassie, caught up on the moment, leaned forward. She placed her mouth around one nipple and sucked.
Hanna moaned. "Harder," she said. "Suck harder!" Everything was light and colors.
Cassie, wondering what was going on with herself, sucked harder. Hannah screamed in delight, and as if on cue, she climaxed. Her penis shot its load all over Cassie and onto the floor.
Hannah laid back on the uncomfortable toilet, her breast pulling away from Cassie's lips, her body all loose and but shaking with energy. Her seventeen-year-old female friend had given her the best orgasm of her life!
Cassie, meanwhile, was staring with shock at Hannah's breast, at Hanna's diminishing penis, and at her own cum-covered front. Her lips hung slightly open.
"Holy shit..." she thought.