Ryan’s balance greatly improved once he kicked off the platform sandals he’d been wearing, though it made him feel even shorter. Kelly patted the bed and he plopped down next to her. She uncorked the wine they had shared earlier and took a drink. “It’s only the two of us now,” she said, tilting her head and smiling at him as she handed him the bottle.
“Still no word from Finch?”
Without looking at her phone, she said, “No. We’ll just have to make the best of our situation, at least for tonight.”
Ryan took another swallow of the dry rosé.“I think I should hop in the shower and get ready for bed.”
“Babe, it’s only ten o’clock. We can chill for a while. Drink a little more wine. Relax together.”
“I know. But I’m not really sure what to do while I’m like this,” he said, gesturing at himself.
She nudged him, shoulder to shoulder. “Don’t worry. We can figure it out together.” She rubbed his leg reassuringly. “But go ahead and clean up. Maybe you’ll be more comfortable after you’ve checked out the real estate.”
“You don’t mind me seeing Jenny’s body?”
“That’s pretty unavoidable at this point. Anyway, it’s your body for now, babe. I can accept that and you should too. So I’m cool with treating it like you own it. Or at least are leasing it. And no, I don’t mind that my boyfriend has a sizzling female bod to check out, at least temporarily.”
“Thanks.” He had the urge to kiss her but was afraid it would be weird, so he just smiled, then went into the bathroom and closed the door.
After turning on the shower, Ryan began to undress. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw Jenny staring back. He felt a slight pang of guilt at the thought of viewing Jason’s girlfriend naked. But he couldn’t not look. Jenny was stunning. While slight in stature, she was finely toned, with perfectly proportioned breasts on a wonderfully svelte body. He removed his blouse, then surprised himself with the ease with which he reached behind and unhooked his bra. As he dropped it to the floor, he could feel the jiggling of his now freed breasts.Transfixed by his reflection, he cupped them, marveling at their softness. “Jason, you lucky bastard,” he said to himself. His touch kindled a desire between his legs that was more subtle and refined than he was used to. He unzipped his jeans. They were so skinny he had to wiggle and shimmy to get them down. Painted on jeans and confining bras – I have newfound respect for what women put up with to impress us. Then he slid off his panties. He already knew from his trips to the toilet that Jenny was clean shaven, but this was the first time he actually looked. Compared to the hairy, brash cock of his male body, he thought she was lovely. Lovely? Is that a word I would have used before? Are female hormones affecting my thoughts? Or is it the wine? He ran a hand down his flat stomach, then shuddered as he let his fingers delicately trace the folds of his pussy. This is… very nice! He wanted to insert a finger but paused, indecisive. Is that going too far? Would I be violating her? Reluctantly he removed his hand, then stepped under the water.
Showering gave him another chance to admire the sensuous beauty of his new body. So did drying off, and Ryan marveled at how smooth and flawless his skin was as he wiped himself. He tried unsuccessfully to tie up his damp hair in a towel -how do girls do that so easily?- so instead just combed out the tangles and let it fall around his shoulders. Dutifully he flossed, brushed, and took his pill. Kelly had been right about him checking out the real estate: he felt more comfortable now. If anything, he wanted to explore more of his new body. But he wasn’t sure what boundaries to set, and he had been in the bathroom long enough, so he wrapped a towel around himself and opened the door.
He was surprised to find that Kelly had finished the rest of the wine by herself. But he was even more astonished by how she was dressed: she had on a short, sheer light-blue babydoll nightie. It was semi-transparent and she was naked underneath. He had never seen her in lingerie before. She looked incredibly sexy. When he came into the room she got off the bed and stepped in front of him, showing off the nightie. He felt himself becoming aroused. “Wow!” he said to her. “Where did you get that?”
She smiled coyly. “Like what you see? I bought it at the mall. I was going to surprise you with it on our anniversary next month, but decided not to wait.”
“You look so hot,” he said.
She inched closer to him, ran a hand down his arm. “Thanks. So do you.”
He sighed. “Damn, I wish I had my male body!”
“I don’t.”
“You don’t?”
Her eyes traveled over him. “I like you just the way you are right now.”
That caught him totally off guard. “You do?”
“Well… almost.” She reached for his towel, pulled it off, then tossed it aside. He was naked, and she licked her lips suggestively. “Now I do.” She put her hands on his waist and pulled him to her so that they were pressed together. Then her right hand slid around and squeezed his ass. “I’m so turned on.”
He was stunned. “You mean you want to make out? With me? With me as a girl?”
“I don’t just want to make out.” She kissed him on the lips. “I want to touch you.” She slid her hand from his ass, back around his hip, until it was between his legs. He caught his breath. Then she whispered seductively in his ear, “And I want to taste you.” She gave him a much deeper kiss, her tongue teasing his.
When the kiss ended, Ryan saw the hunger in her eyes. Kelly was usually not aggressive. Was this from the wine? Alcohol had clearly lowered her inhibitions, but it was more than that. He remembered her comments about how hot he was, and then thought about the way she kept touching him in Jenny’s body. It dawned on him that she had been flirting. Did this mean she liked girls?
She kissed his neck while her fingers dwelled at the juncture of his legs, rubbing small circles that made it difficult for him to concentrate. She knew exactly where and how to touch him. He wondered if she had done this before. “Kell, I want to ask you something I never thought to ask before. Are you bisexual?”
Kelly smiled coquettishly at him. “Maybe tonight I am. Why don’t you lie down and find out?” He felt like he was in a trance as she took him to the bed, guided him to lay on his back. He was mesmerized, obediently following her direction. Without hesitation, she slipped off her nightie, climbed on top of him, and began to kiss him, her naked body hot on his. Then her kisses traveled lower. She took her time at his breasts, savoring them. He was amazed at how sensitive they were as she sucked them.
“Your nipples are hard,” Kelly observed. They were wet with her saliva. “Are you excited?”
“Very.”
“Good. Open your legs,” she instructed, and then her mouth continued its downward journey. When she arrived at her destination, she teased him by kissing his thighs and pelvis, the anticipation building the lust in them both until they were breathless with the need for more. Kelly was almost in disbelief that she was between the legs of such a beautiful girl and about to taste her. It had been her fantasy for so long.
“I’m going to do this,” she said, as much to herself as to him.
“Yes please,” he said.
And then she started. Her lips were centered on his clit. She licked slowly at first, then gradually increased as she sensed his urgency quickly rising. “You’re delicious,” she told him. He felt paralyzed by the sensations her tongue was causing. When she slid a finger inside of him, he groaned in surprise. “Mm, you’re so wet!” she said, a hint of pride in her voice.
Nothing in his experience as a man had prepared him for this. The pleasure was familiar and yet gloriously different. He was consumed by an overwhelming sexual rapture, and he wanted to prolong it as long as he could. But it ended much too soon, his passion rapidly swelling until he knew he had reached a point of no return. “I’m cumming,” he gasped, and Kelly began to lick faster. His back arched. He pressed her head between his legs, holding her mouth on him, and in response she drew his clit between her lips and sucked. He could feel his vagina contracting in spasms around her finger. The climax exploded outward, waves of pleasure washing over him, making him whimper while his body twitched. Just as the orgasm faded a second one crashed through him, as strong and wonderful as the first. When at last it diminished, he let go of her and dropped back into the pillows, exhausted