Part 5
The next day, my parents and sister went to a government site where victims of the Role Exchanger could update their information, they said it would take four days to come back. I woke up early and took a shower, masturating in the process. When I was done drying myself I pulled my bath towel off, tossing it on the floor while I walked towards my closet to get dressed for a date with my girlfriend, still shocked at what had happened the other day. My pussy was still aching from the way I rode Sara… I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t already starting to get wet thinking about how it felt to have a dick inside me, the fact that I felt my breasts and ass jiggle with every step… It’s undeniable that I find the fact that I am in a woman’s body oddly arousing, more specifically a body as well-endowed as a pornstar; just look at how horny I’ve been since I landed in it.
“What should I wear.” I said aloud as I stood in front of Sasha’s clothes that were scattered around my closet, one hand on my hip. I wasn't comfortble with wearing extremely girly clothes like short skirts, but still wanted to looked sexy.
A white thong caught my eye. I picked them up off the ground and held them up in front of my face, “This’ll do.” I said, smirking. I bent over and slipped the thong up my legs, pulling the waistband over my hips as I started to stand upright. I ran my fingers along the hem of the panties that were covering my groin to straighten out the fabric. Then, I put on a semi-transparent pantyhose over my thong. “Oh! And I’m sure these will definitely grab her attention.” I lifted a pair of cut-off jean shorts from the closet chair and put them on. “These feel a lot more snug than I thought they would…” I thought to myself. Next I grabbed a white bra and put it on, “well that was easier than usual…” I commented to myself. “Hmmmm, this fitted black tank top looks like it will go well with these jean shorts.” And for the final touch, I saw a pair of black Converse hightops, “Perfect, this will definitely complete the outfit.”
I turned around to face the full length closet mirror and my eyes got wide at what I saw. I saw a sexy tomboyish girl staring back at me, “I’m really an 18 year old girl right now…” I thought to myself. “Focus Nick!” I said snapping myself out of those wandering thoughts. My eyes were immediately drawn to my crotch.
“Wow, these hugg my body so tight…” I put my weight on my left leg and lifted my right knee by raising my heel so that only the toes were touching the ground to spread my thighs so I could get a better look. “Wow, the crotch area of these jean shorts are cut so short you can even sort of see the edge of the white fabric of the thong.” The jean material was pressed snugly and firmly against my groin, almost like spandex. “Not much was left to the imagination in terms of what the shape of my body was like down there” I thought. I twirled around so I could see my ass in the mirror, the shorts barely covered the bottom of my cheeks.
"Oh Fuck. I can feel the fucking gap between my thighs." I thought. It was maddening. I didn't even know how long I'd be able to keep these pants on. They way they clinged to my wide hips. I was afraid they'd be soaked through if I keep them on, with or without my hands exploring my new contours. Everything is so nicely contained. So tightly accentuated. I could feel it bulging into the seat of these shorts, and the shorts hugging back, caressing each cheek tightly.
I peered out of my closet and looked at the clock, it was already 12:20 PM. “No way! Did I really take that long of a shower?” I said in disbelief. The realization of how long I was in the shower caused a rush of details to flood my brain. The sensations of how the warm water felt cascading down my skin after that embarrassingly hot session of sex replayed in my head. I could feel the same warm throbbing sensation in my pussy start again, just like it did from the heat of the water soothing my groin from the pounding Sara’s dick gave me. Suddenly, I felt my nipples perk up and press into the soft foam of the bra I was wearing, I stuck my hand between the jean shorts and my underwear to feel my pussy. It was burning up and a damp spot was already forming on my thong.
“I don’t have time for this…” I removed my hand and went downstairs. I grabbed my phone and wallet and put them in my back pocket as I grabbed my keys and locked the door before heading out.
I sat down in the car and gave the keys a turn. The engine started with a rumble and I pulled out of the parkway in my Skyline.
Stopping at a stop light, a very rude middle-aged man challenged me to a race. "C'mon, babe, girls don't drive car," he said, "Why don't you dump that piece of junk and hop in here." he said as he oogled my body. Fed up with his advances, I stomped on the gas and left him choking on my dust.
I arrived at the cafe at 1:00 PM and stepped inside.
“Hello, miss! How many?” The hostess asked.
“Miss?” The hostess asked again after a brief silence.
I turned my head and raised an eyebrow, “Huh? Oh me?!” I asked, surprised.
The hostess just smiled.
“Sorry. Uhm, for two please.” I stammered. I still wasn’t used to being referred to as ‘miss’. Or anything referring to a woman, really.
“No worries. Right this way, please!” The hostess started to lead me into the cafe, leading me to a booth in the corner. After a few minutes, Sara walked in wearing a white crop top and tight black jeans. I stood up and welcomed her with a hug and kiss, she put a hand on my hip, “Wow, look at you Nicole. Those are some pretty tight cut-off jean shorts you’re wearing. You look really cute in that outfit.” She said sweetly.
Sara scooted over towards the wall and I slid into the booth as well, sitting down next to me. Just then our waitress came by with some glasses of water, “What can I get for the lovely young couple?” she asked.
“We’ll get the house club to split, and we’re good with just water. Thanks!” Sara said.
“Coming right up!” The waitress said, smiling.
After few minutes of silence, the waitress came back. “House club cut in half for you two to split. You two are just the cutest couple. Enjoy!” She said and walked away before either of us could respond.
I scooted forward, unintentionally causing my jean shorts to wedge themselves between my pussy lips which applied pressure to my clit. A jolt of pleasure radiated throughout my lower body. I bit my lower lip to stifle a gasp, “I can’t let her see what’s happening.” I thought to myself.
“Did the shape of my dick feel good as you clenched your pussy around it after I came inside you?” Sara suddenly whispered with a hot moist breath into my ear.
“...God Yes…” I said half moaning almost immediately, the culmination of her wet breath entering my ear coupled with the thought of the shape of her dick inside my pussy, and the pressure I was feeling against my clit from my shorts became too much.
Sara capitalized the moment. She leaned closer and put her right hand between my legs. I instinctively leaned back in surprise as if trying to create distance between us but was stopped by the bench’s backrest. By leaning back my ass naturally moved toward the table causing my shorts to pull farther into my groin. My right hand instantly moved to cover my mouth to prevent a moan from escaping into the restaurant.
After finishing our meal, we called over the waitress to get our tip.
I looked down and saw a dark blue spot. I had soaked through my underwear and made a wet spot on my shorts. I closed my legs just as the waitress came to our table so she wouldn’t see what had happened.
“Here's the bill,” I handed her thirty dollars, “and I put the tip in there. Thanks.”
The waitress smiled and said, “Thanks! Have an awesome day you two!”
“Where’s your car?” Sara asked after seeing the parking lot.
“It's on the left side of the cafe.” I said.
We got both got int the car, since Sara had been dropped off.
To be continued…