A devilish thought crept into my mind. I wished she would rip her shirt off. Her hands released my neck and she backed away from me. She looked down at the T-shirt she was wearing, the same one she put on after I had escorted her home. "You know, I always hated this shirt," she said. With that, her hands grabbed the neckline and tore through it. She tore it down in one perfect line, exposing her cleavage and then her breasts as she did. She confirmed my earlier suspicion that she wasn't wearing a bra. She ripped the torn garment off her shoulders and arms. Now topless she looked at me and asked, "Why did I do that?"
"Because I wished you would," I said, grinning.
"But you never said anything," she protested.
I grinned wider and said, "I don't have to." I made another silent wish and she found herself ripping off her pants, though not literally. She merely took them off as quick as she could. She confirmed my other suspicion from earlier as I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties.
"I suppose you did that, too, huh?" she asked, a slight smile on her face.
"Of course," I said, my smile as wide as it could be. "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen it before."
"That's true," she said, as she moved her gorgeous, naked body closer to me. We were just about the same height. I was only 5'10", and just now I noticed that I had not lost any height during my change. She was almost as tall, about 5'9"-5'9 1/2". Her nipples, which were slightly smaller than mine, were just as erect as mine. Clearly she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. She came closer still, and our nipples touched, sending another jolt through my anticipating body.
"Have you ever done this before?" she asked. "Either way?"
I said to her, "As a guy, never. As a woman...well, only if you count self-pleasure."
"I don't," she said.
"Then it would be never," I replied.
"Neither have I," she said, in a statement that, in all honesty, surprised me immensely.
"Let's make this special then," I said. She nodded as she pressed her frame even closer against mine. Our lips embraced again.
As if we were floating above the carpet, we moved to her bed. She laid down on it and I followed, all the while our lips did not part. The sensations of feeling her naked body press against mine were as arousing as anything could be.
Soft moans escaped from both of us as we kissed. I realized that this was because our breasts were still rubbing against each other. I ended our kiss and slid down her body. She lifted up her head, as if to question what I was doing. Just when she was going to ask, I began to kiss her left breast, focusing on her nipple. The only sound that came from her now was a slightly louder moan of pleasure.
While I teased her nipple with my tongue, making both of them fully erect, I caressed her naked skin with my hands. I ran them all over her torso, feeling her tight, fit stomach. I reached underneath her and admired her smooth ass just as she had done to mine when I was transforming. I felt up and down her legs. They were perfectly smooth, without stubble of any kind. As I ran my hands back up her legs, I found them approaching her pussy. Her moans had increased in volume as I continued to kiss her breasts, and gotten louder as I felt her up and down. I took my left hand and moved it closer to her genital region. She felt me going there and sharply inhaled in anticipation. That was all the cue I needed. My fingers found their way into her womanhood. Almost instantly her moaning grew much louder and much sharper.
I felt my fingers explore her inside, yet something did not seem right. If this was indeed her first time, I wanted to do something else. I stopped kissing her breasts and lowered my head to her pussy. I took my fingers out to make way for my tongue. The instant it entered her slit she screamed in ecstasy. She was completely eager for me to make her come. She placed her hands on my head and pushed it closer into her. Not that it could get any closer. I felt one of her hands let go of my head, though one stayed. I could only guess that she was finishing the job that I began on her nipples.
My tongue found her clit and I went to work on it. Kristy's moans grew louder and louder, more and more becoming screams of pleasure rather than moans. She came into me and I licked up all of the juices that flowed. It felt like nothing I had felt before. I lifted myself up from her, and saw that her eyes were closed and a deep smile was on her face. She was still teasing her nipples. I crawled back up to the top of her and gave them a few more licks. Then I kissed her again, giving her a taste of her own juices. She made an odd face, but did not say anything.
Then she grabbed me by the shoulders, threw me down on the bed and climbed on top of me. She stradled me over my stomach and said, "Get ready to be fucked." She immediately went to work on my breasts. However, she was more aggressive than I was on hers. In addition to simply kissing and licking them, she sucked on my nipples as well. She was practically biting them. But I only felt immense waves of pleasure. I knew she was being extremely passionate, and in some small way, wanted to outdo my performance on her. I moaned just as loud as she did, but I found that I did not scream like her.
Eventually she stopped sucking on my nipples. She lowered her head down to my more than ready pussy, and used her tongue as I had used mine. She wouldn't let me play with my own nipples, though, as she kept her hands glued to them, continuing what her mouth had started. So I followed her lead and took her head in my hands, pushing it as close against my womanhood as I could. Our arms practically overlapped each other, locked in a strange looking union.
She was much faster with her tongue, her movements and thrusts much sharper, too. She made me come quicker than I had made her. When I felt myself explode in my first real orgasm, I pushed her even further into me. Then a kind of common sense regained and I relented my hold, to make sure I wasn't suffocating her. She didn't react in such a way, however, as she was still eagerly licking my juices.
When she finished she crawled back on top of me. She went straight to my face and planted an immensely passionate kiss on my lips. I was still very much aroused, and once again feeling her breasts against mine drove me mad with pleasurable feelings. Something told me that was going to be my favorite part of being with her.
Our kiss ended and she laid down beside me. Her bed was barely big enough for the two of us to both be on it. That didn't matter, though, as we clung to each other so tightly that neither of us would have fallen. I ran my fingers through her hair as she continued to rub my breasts. I wondered what she wanted to do now.