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I manage to get the hair dryer and diffuser working just fine, but my outfit is a different story. All I manage to find is a tight little black faux-leather dress that could theoretically button up in front, but my breasts are so huge that I can only get the top and bottom buttons buttoned; I have to leave the rest alone and have a giant boob window. I clip the built-in garters to the matching stockings and put on a pair of strappy black platform heels, then get a little more dramatic with my makeup with some red lipstick. “He’s gonna have to change his pants when he sees me in this!” I grin; then the realization hits me that I am dressing to get his attention, just like he had wished. I briefly consider changing, but decide not to; I doubt there’s anything in there that wouldn’t arouse him anyways. Besides, being this hot and dressing to show off my assets is kind of... fun? I practice working my hips as I walk, being careful to not trip and fall in these heels. I turn the corner and Connor is dressed and waiting for me as I strut in.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
“Holy shit, you’re perfect.”
“You’re just saying that to get in my pants.”
He puts his arms around me and I return the favor without thinking. “I’m not just saying that to get in your pants. You really are the kind of beauty that would require magic to create.”
“Stop it...” I try to push him away but end up stroking his chest. He runs his hand through my hair, and when I look up at him he goes in for a kiss again. I let him, and his tongue slides into my mouth as his other hand slips between my legs. That’s when I realize I forgot to put on any underwear again. I break the kiss after a very long moment and make a weak attempt at pushing him away.
“No...! I’m still mad! At you. For this. I’m not gonna let you just have me like some floozy!”
He gives me another quick kiss. “I know. You want to be wined and dined and courted and wooed, which I fully intend on doing. I hope you’ll excuse my more physical efforts; you just look so good that I got carried away.”
I blush. “I should put on some underwear before we go out.”
“Or!” I see him looking into my open purse. “You could wear that instead.”
My face goes red. “Oh god... how does that thing even work?”
“It’s pretty simple, you just sync it up to an app on your phone, and...” he holds it to his phone, then hands it to me. “Slip in inside.”
“I...” I hand it back and bend over the arm of the couch, my voice wavering. “You do it.”
I close my eyes and shiver as he pushes it into me. It’s not overly big, but I can tell it’s there. I moan as soon as he turns it on. He kisses my neck. “Looks like it works.”
He turns it off, but my heart is still racing as he picks me up and twirls me around, giving me a kiss on the way. “Come on, we have a first date to go on.” I nod, and we head out.
He opens the car door for me, and I can’t help but smile. “Oh no, he really is going to try to charm the pants off me. But I’m not wearing any pants...” I squeeze my thighs together and feel the vibrator still nestled inside me, and thinking about him turning it on has me getting turned on.
Our date starts off with us just walking around downtown and talking; he tries to keep it light, but eventually the conversation turns to the new me; what it’s like to have a body like this, how it feels to be penetrated, the difference between male/female orgasms, all of that. He puts his arm around me as we walk, and when I look at him I see he’s not eyeing me up like he’s plotting the quickest way to undress me; he’s really happy to have me by his side, and it feels so good to be there. “Wow, this is so comfortable. I can’t believe how much fun I’m having, just talking and being held by him...” I lean my head against his side. “If he keeps this up I’m gonna be head over heels in love with him by tonight.” He takes me into Victoria’s Secret to get fitted for some actual bras & panties, and I see him trying to adjust himself surreptitiously when I get my measurements: 38H, 28, 34. I know I should pick something a little more modest considering my new wardrobe, but all I want are the bras that are just a lace frame and the panties that are little more than a couple of strings. We stop back at the car to put my bag of new underwear away, and as I’m bent over I feel a buzzing in my crotch that drives me into the back seat.
“Ohhhh! Ohmygooooood... mmmmm...” I’m panting as I push myself up and try to glare at him, but being so flushed with my hair all over the place makes any sort of menacing impossible. He turns it down, but not off.
“Ooh, that was more fun than I expected.”
“You- you dick! I- ahhhhhh...!” He turns it up again and I fall backwards. I try to keep my legs closed and my hands off myself, but it’s a struggle that I am obviously failing as I writhe in the back seat.
“You honestly could not look sexier right now, unless...” he undoes my top button and my boobs are fully exposed. “There we go.” He moves between my legs with only token resistance and kisses, then licks and sucks, on my nipple. It drives me wild and before I can stop myself my legs are wrapped around him and my hand is holding his head against my breast.
“Yes... Ahhh, yes..!” I manage to regain my composure just long enough to give his forehead a push. “No! Wait. I want my first time as a girl to be...” I lay back and let my legs fall where they may.
He lifts me up. “Be what?”
“Special. Romantic. Not in a parking garage like a damn prostitute.”
“I can respect that.” He turns the vibrator to the lowest setting. I look to his phone and scrunch up my face in a pouty glare as I button myself back up. He smiles. “You look so cute all disheveled with arousal.”
“Ugh, fuck you!”
“Thought you didn’t want to in a parking lot.”
I want to get mad, but I just can’t be. It feels so good to be so wanted. I laugh as he helps me out of the car, and we go to dinner.
True to his word, he gets a bottle of wine for us to share. He takes the opportunity to dial up the vibes right as I’m ordering, and I’m pretty sure the waiter noticed. I want to be angrier than I am, but anything in that realm is quickly losing ground to wanting him to do it again.
“I can’t believe you did that to me!”
“I can’t believe you didn’t expect it.”
“I did, which is the only reason I managed to order food instead of an orgasm.”
“Maybe that can be your dessert.”
I gasp. “You! Ohmyf- I- you just- rrrrrggggg!” I bite my lip and wrap my arms around myself, trying desperately to stop being quite so aroused. He sets the vibe to pulse, and I shiver in time with it.
“You know, maybe that meteor shower granted both our wishes.”
“What dooooo you mean?” I giggle. “It’s very haaaaard to talk with this pulsssssing...”
He turns it off, and its absence is almost as distracting. “You wished to never work or apartment hunt again, right? And you already officially live with me.”
“What are you, um... proposing?”
“Exactly.” He chuckles. “I’m just saying, I’m enjoying myself and I think you are too. We’ve always completed each other very well, and there’s a pretty simple solution to you not wanting to find a job.” He pours me another glass. “If you wanted that life, of course. I would be very happy to take care of you... of us.”
I take a big sip while I think. “Oh, wow... I- this is-”
“You don’t have to decide right now. Just know that the offer is there, if ever you want to accept.”
“Okay. Yeah, I’ll... I’ll keep that in mind.” I try to think about anything else but images of various wedding ceremonies and babies and all that ‘housewife’ stuff is swarming in my brain like a kicked hornet’s nest. I finish the last of the wine and we head home; he turns the vibe up a notch at every red light, so by the time we get home I am practically leaving a trail up the driveway.
He wraps himself around me as soon as we’re inside, intent on not letting me touch myself.
“Nnnnnngggg... oh come on, I need this thing out of meeee...”
“Really? I can’t imagine why you would need that.” He pushes my hair out of the way and kisses my neck, turning me into even more of a panting horny mess.
“Because I want... I want you to...”
He undoes my top button, letting my tits spill out as he walks me to his bedroom. “You want me to... what?”
“Make it special.” My dress falls to the floor and I kiss him deeply as he lays me back, making sure I’m not laying on any of my hair. He pulls the toy out of me and I very nearly cum from it.
“Oh I intend to. I’ve been thinking about this all day.” He takes my wrist in one hand and a lock of hair in the other.
“What are you-”
“I want to tie you up with this beautiful hair of yours.” He wraps my hair around my wrist and part of the headboard, putting it into a kind of braided knot.
“I’ve never done anything like this before...” He kisses me and finishes my other wrist, then lifts my legs up to tie my ankles right next to them.
“Then it’ll be very special, won’t it?” My whole body is on fire as he steps back to look at his handiwork.
“What are you going to do with me, now that I’m completely at your mercy?” I wriggle as much as I can, but he has obviously practiced this; I couldn’t get out even if I wanted to.
He takes his phone out. “You look so helpless right now. What if I were to take some pictures of you and spread them around?”
“Oh gosh, don’t do that! I’d never be able to get into a good college...” I hear the click of the camera. It makes me twitch with desire, and giggle escapes me.
“Or get a job, because...” Click. Twitch. I’m getting so worked up I can hardly breathe.
“Obviously you’d put my real name with them and everyone would know I like being tied up and fucked raw!” Click. He could breathe on me and I would cum.
“And then I’d have no choice but to be kept by you and have your babies!” Click. Twitch.
He gets up on the bed. “Then you’ll just have to keep me happy, won’t you?” He very softly touches the side of my breast and it sends me over the edge.
“Yes! Oh my god yes! I’ll do everything you want!” He thrusts inside me and I am delirious with pleasure. I try to move but I am held fast by my own hair, which only sends me deeper into orgasmic bliss. “You have me totally trapped and vulnerable...”
His kiss is forceful, and he holds me up as much as the pillows and headboard as he slides in and out of me. And I can do is submit to his will, and each motion reinforces how much that’s all I want to do. Feeling him pump load after load into me is the best thing I have ever felt, and if this is what he means by taking care of me then I can’t say ‘I do’ fast enough. He unties me after making sure I am the best kind of exhausted; leaving his bed doesn’t even occur to me as we curl up together and go to sleep.