Chapter 24

As I slowly regained consciousness, I could hear a few things. Birds chirping outside my window. Cars driving through the parking lot. Pages from a book being turned right beside me.

I opened my eyes to see Kaylee lying next to me on her stomach reading a book. She was above the covers and had her legs bent into the air.

“What are you reading?” I yawned.

“Your music theory textbook,” she giggled.

“Still having fun pretending to be a college student?”

“It was the only book you had.”

I sighed. “Sorry, all of my fiction books are back at Daniel’s dorm.”

“It’s all right. I figured as much. I also figured it was only a matter of time before you woke up. I was just killing time.”

“I’m up now,” I smiled.

“Good morning,” Kaylee returned the smile with her own. God, she was so gorgeous.

“Good morning.” I sat up in bed. “Want to get breakfast together?”

“I’d love to,” she replied. “But I realized I never brought a change of clothes with me.”

“You can borrow some of my clothes,” I said gleefully. I sprung from the bed, and went over to my closet. As I started scanning through clothes on hangers I stopped then looked back at Kaylee who was staring at me curiously. “Oh,” I realized. “We’re not the same size, are we?”

“I don’t think so,” she shrugged.

Even though this isn’t my body, I started to feel self-conscious. “Sorry that my body is too—”

“Perfect. You’re perfect!” she exclaimed, springing up from the bed and kissing me before I could finish that sentence.

I melted into her arms as I returned her kiss.

“I’m sure I can find something to wear in there,” Kaylee suggested. She stared at the closet in dismay. “Wow. That is a lot of clothes.”

“Yeah, Sydney has a lot of clothes for some reason.”

Kaylee started browsing the clothes hanging on the closet rod. “Wow. There's a wide variety in here. Very wide. Sydney, you have an interesting taste in clothes.”

“Yeah,” I said, inspecting the contents of the closet. Sydney certainly has more clothing than Morgan and Jasmine combined.

Kaylee pulled out a polo shirt and looked at it. “Like, the whole right side looks like a man’s closet.”

“It might be,” I said evasively.

“Do you like dressing androgynously?”

I wasn’t sure how much detail to go into. “You have to remember that there are six different people role-playing as Sydney.”

She put the shirt back and looked at me quizzically. “I thought you said when each of you role-play you try to match the personality of the body’s owner.”

“Yes. That’s with the others. Sydney is more of a… blank slate.”

“Why is that?”

I bit my lip. “Because the original Sydney isn’t around anymore.”

“Oh my God, what happened to her?”

“Him.”

“Him?”

“Yeah, you've met everyone in the Guild except Antonio. You must’ve noticed you haven’t met anyone whose name started with R.”

“I did notice that, but I didn’t think anything of it. I thought R might be really into pirates or something.”

“No,” I said with a slight smile. “S and R traded bodies permanently.”

Kaylee started nodding her head in understanding. “Because S is a… he?”

“Yes.”

“And he wanted a man’s body,” she said, putting the pieces together. “R is a…”

“Robert.”

“Wow. I thought R was a girl. Like Rachel.”

“Since S left as Robert, everyone has been putting their own style on Sydney.”

“So, what’s your style then?” Kaylee asked.

“I… I don’t know,” I replied. “I’ve just been taking random stuff from the closet. I haven’t added my own flair to her - yet.”

Kaylee continued to skim the closet. “Oh my God, this is so cute,” she said, pulling out an embroidered tan sweater.

I thought it would be too big on her, but she seemed unconcerned as she stripped off the T-shirt she was wearing. She stood topless in nothing but a pair of shorts, and I immediately spun around to give her some privacy, heat rising in my face.

“You are too cute,” she teased, giggling behind me. “Sometimes I forget that you’re new to this whole girl thing. You don’t have to turn away. We’re both girls here, and… and we’re dating.”

I timidly turned back around, and tried not to stare. Really. But it was hard. My eyes were drawn to her body.

Her skin was paler than mine. She had freckles on her arms and across her chest. A light smatter of dots that trailed down her sternum, tempting me to follow. When I realized what I was doing, my eyes snapped back up to hers, which were sparkling with amusement.

She slid the sweater on, and tugged one side so it hung off her shoulder. “What do you think?”

“It’s cute.”

“I want to see you wear it now.” She pulled the sweater off and handed it to me.

I smiled, “OK.” I pulled off my T-shirt. I was still wearing my bra from last night. Fortunate for my modesty. Unfortunate for my ribcage that it had been digging into for the past twelve hours.

“I have that same bra!” she gushed. “Isn’t it so comfy?

“Yeah, it is,” I agreed. I blushed. Five weeks into the Guild and I’m still embarrassed talking about women’s underwear. “I just thought it… looked cute.”

“It’s one of my favorite bras. Obviously, it’s back home.”

“My favorite is…” I paused before I could finish my sentence.

“What?”

“Oh - well, my favorite bra is actually one of Jasmine’s.”

Kaylee giggled. “I see. Tell me about Jasmine’s bra then.”

“Well it's got this really cute pattern. It's as soft as this one. Plus it's worked with a bunch of different outfits I've tried. And I kinda liked the way it showed off my, um...”

“Your boobs? Tits? Melons? Coconuts? Ladies?” she teased. “My twin and I used to call ours ‘The Fantastic Four.’”

With each passing euphemism, I could feel my face getting redder.

“D, you deserve to have your own bras. If you’re going to be Sydney more often, you’re going to need to find your own style.”

I waved my hand dismissively. “One day I’ll go shopping for my own stuff.” I put the sweater on, adjusted it around my waist and chest, and pulled my hair out of it.

“How about… today?”

“Today?”

“After breakfast?”

“I have a Guild meeting at two.”

“We’ve got time.“ Kaylee tossed me a pair of black leggings. “These will go great with that sweater.”

“Thanks,” I said, sliding them up my legs.

“So, can I try on anything else in here?” Kaylee asked, retrieving her bra from last night which was hanging on my desk chair.

“Umm, sure.” I said, watching her as she expertly slipped her bra on and clasped it behind her back without looking.

Kaylee then did something I wasn’t expecting. She returned to the section of Sydney’s closet with the old male clothing. She put on a pair of baggy jeans that had been cuffed at the end. They looked good on her but clearly my hips were wider as she struggled to keep them from falling down. She found an old canvas belt and fed it through the loops.

Once the jeans weren’t falling down it became clear that she had longer legs than me, so she unrolled the cuffs. Finding a pair of trendy bold colored men’s sneakers, she inspected the tongue. We must have similar enough sized feet because she placed them on the floor and slipped her feet inside.

“Wow, these are comfy,” she said, flexing her feet. “Totally beats last night’s heels.” Next she put a white crop top over her bra, covering it with an unbuttoned flannel shirt. “What do you think?”

“You look cute,” I said, looking her over. I stepped over to her, put my hands on her exposed midriff and brought her in for a kiss.

“My twin would never be caught dead in this,” she said. “It’s rather freeing to wear this stuff.”

That’s funny. I thought wearing women’s clothes was freeing.

* * *

Before we headed to the stores we stopped by the coffee shop - our coffee shop - for a quick breakfast. 

As we sat down at our usual table, Natalie the barista appeared with a bright smile and our usual drinks. Identical matcha lattes. “Good morning, ladies.”

“Thank you, Natalie,” Kaylee said.

“Can I get you anything else?”

Kaylee glanced at me with a smile before answering, “I think we’re going to order something to eat.”

“What can I getcha?”

Kaylee motioned for me to go first. Usually I let the ladies go first, then I remembered I am one, and Kaylee is the one being chivalrous.

“Egg and cheese sandwich, please. On a bagel.” I answered.

“And for you?” Natalie asked.

“The fruit bowl,” Kaylee replied.

“I’ll be out with those shortly,” Natalie smiled and walked away.

I took a sip of my matcha latte. The warm tea touched my lips and greeted my taste buds. “Wow, that’s much better as Sydney.”

Kaylee smiled, reached across the table, and we held hands. What I asked last night still weighed on me, and Kaylee’s chivalry reminded me of it.

“About last night…” I started.

“It was so much fun.”

“I said something, but I think you were asleep.”

She looked at me with a supportive concern. “What was it?”

“I asked if my enjoying being a woman… made me transgender?”

“Transgender? I dunno. When I met you, you were a woman. I met Daniel twice, with each of those meetings lasting ten minutes, tops. The rest of the time, you’ve been a woman. That’s how I see you. How do you see yourself?”

“I don’t know… I enjoy it. Being Sydney and dating you feels right.”

“Sydney, it’s lovely you enjoy being with me. I enjoy being with you, too. But what if we weren’t dating? Would you still want to be Sydney? A woman?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I enjoy being Jasmine and Morgan too.”

“And the guys in your group?”

“They're OK. Being Gabe is exciting. Being Antonio is exhausting but rewarding.”

Kaylee looked like she was thinking. She had a curious smile. “In The Fated Crown - Is Lenaria transgender?”

I pondered that for a moment. “I… don’t think they ever actually indicate the gender of the Orc that stole Lenaria’s body.”

“Right, and I think we are both in the ‘the Orc was female’ camp. But I definitely thought the Orc was male at first.”

“That would certainly change a few things. I might want to read it again with that in mind. But if we both concluded that the Orc was female, why would you ask if Lenaria was trans?”

“If the Orc was male,” Kaylee said, pausing to make sure I followed her reasoning, “and Lenaria accepted being male, would that make her trans?”

“I see where you’re going with this. But I think the intention was Lenaria goes from a small elegant body to a large powerful body and she eventually accepts it as her own. But if we interpret it instead as Lenaria going from female to male, I don’t necessarily think that acceptance equates to ‘desired identity’. Plus- Lenaria never had any dysphoria in either body. In the end she just had a new appreciation for her new body.” 

“Sounds like someone I know.” Kaylee smirked and raised an eyebrow at me.

I replayed what I knew about that book through my mind, changing the Orc to male. Was I really like Lenaria? “Yeah, I appreciate being a woman. And I’ve started to feel a disassociation with my original body. I’ve been worried about what that means for my identity for weeks now. I suppose I’m worried about the label. I’ve never really worried about labels before this. I even gave some advice to Jasmine’s girlfriend on the topic. So why am I concerned now?”

“Sometimes it’s hard to follow your own advice.”

“You’re right. It’s not about the label.”

“Then what is it about?

“I mentioned Robert earlier. S was trans. He gave up his old life for a new one.”

“And that concerns you.”

“Yes? No?” I wavered. “That’s the problem, I don't know. I really enjoy being a girl, and I keep thinking about what life would be if I wound up as one permanently. But it’s all so confusing, wanting that… like what if I’m wrong?”

Kaylee smiled and squeezed my hand. “You are lucky then. You have the gift of experimentation. And it sounds like you’re using it to find yourself. I envy you.” 

“G came out to me a few nights ago. Said he and J are going to permanently swap one day.”

“And they’re trans too?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask. But I assume so by the way G was talking.”

“Wow,” she said. “So the S and R thing isn’t a one-off?”

“Not anymore. So what do I do?”

“Even if you are trans - it sounds like you’re in good hands with your friends. Have you talked to G about this?”

“No. You’re the first person I’ve told.”

“I’m flattered. But I’m not the best person to talk to about this.”

“I’ll talk to G.” I smiled.

Natalie came over with our breakfast and placed the plates in front of us.

“OK, how about some lighter conversation?”

We both giggled and I felt relieved I got that off my chest. A part of me also felt that speaking it out loud made it real. I would have to talk to G about it.

* * *

While I had fun clothes shopping with Morgan weeks ago, I hadn’t thought about it since. I still felt like a fish out of water in these stores, but spending any time with Kaylee felt right and was helping me get over that anxiety.

Kaylee immediately started looking through racks of clothes.

“So, what are we actually here for?” I asked.

“I’m just browsing,” she responded. “I don’t go out shopping for myself very often.”

“Why not?” I asked. 

“Money, mostly,” she replied.

“Well, my closet is always open to you if that helps,” I mentioned, eliciting a smile from Kaylee, “but I thought you had a job?”

“I do have a job. But I could use more hours. Being a hostess pays like shit. And when I waitress, people are horrible tippers.”

“Well, at least you have money,” I griped.

Kaylee suddenly turned the topic around. “I never asked if you had a job.”

“I don’t. Sydney’s parents - sorry - my parents give me a very small amount for food and stuff. I’ve been pretty good at rationing it.”

“How does that work with six people running your life?”

“We manage. Oftentimes other Guild members with money will pay for those of us without.”

“And no one has a job?”

“Nope. Unless you count Gabriel being a football player.”

“He gets paid for playing football?”

“Sort of. Endorsements. Likenesses. That kinda thing.”

“That’s crazy.”

I spotted a cute dress behind Kaylee. “How about that?” I pulled it off the rack and held it up to her.

“That reminds me of my sister,” Kaylee scoffed.

“Sorry,” I replied, quickly hanging it back up.

“This,” she said, pulling out another, “is more my style.”

“It’s cute,” I agreed.

Kaylee looked at the price tag. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Not that cute,” then hung it back on the rack.

I made a mental note to maybe come back for that later when I’m with Morgan. Perhaps it could be a gift.

“We came,” she announced, “to get you a cute bra so you don’t have to fawn over Jasmine’s.” She started walking towards the women’s undergarments section of the store and I tagged behind.

I giggled. “I’m not fawning over her bras. Wait, are you jealous?” I teased back.

“No,” she said dismissively and gave me a playful nudge.

“I can fawn over your bras if you want.” 

That elicited a bigger laugh from Kaylee. “Have you seen my bras?”

“Umm, just the one you’re wearing right now.” I blushed, thinking about her this morning.

“This is my nicest one. The others - they’re old and ratty.”

“Sounds like we both need new bras.” We stopped in front of displays of bras and I let out an exasperated sigh. “I am so out of my element.”

“Just find something cute,” Kaylee encouraged me.

I started browsing. I found all different styles and shapes. Lace and bows. A rainbow of colors and patterns. I slowly browsed the selection, feeling the texture of each. I stopped at one table, running my fingers over the silky material. “I like the way these feel.”

Kaylee joined me. “They are nice.”

I picked through a selection of teal bras with little hearts all over them, then scanned for Sydney’s size. I finally found one and held it up. “I like this one.”

She looked at it and smiled. “Would it be cliché if we bought matching bras?”

“I- I don’t think so.”

She came over to me and found her size.

“Like twins,” I said, before considering how my words would affect her.

Her face turned to stone. “You’re right - I should get something else.” She put the bra back.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I agreed that I thought it would be cute if we matched.”

“I’ve matched with someone almost all of my life.”

I reached out and put my hand on her arm. “Kaylee, I am not your sister.”

“I know,” she agreed. “But—”

“And, there’s only like twenty patterns here. Odds are, someone in the world is going to have this same bra no matter what you pick.”

She stood there looking down at the bras.

I moved closer and put my hand around her. “If you were to match your girlfriend, I’d think it was really cute.” 

I saw a smile finally poke through.

“And hot.”

Her smile got bigger. “OK, but I’m going to get the pink version of this. We’ll still kinda match.”

“I love it,” I replied.

‘We should try them on,” Kaylee suggested.

“Should we?” I asked. “I know my size.”

“Different brands, different fits.”

I grunted in frustration as we both made our way to the changing rooms.

In the changing room, I pulled off my sweater and my current bra. At this point in my Guild membership, putting on a bra was starting to feel natural. Clasping the new bra around my waist, I rotated it, and pulled it up. Then I wrangled my substantial boobs into the cups. Finally, I slid my arms through the straps. It fit comfortably around my body, but the straps were way too tight. I attempted to contort my arms to adjust them, but I wound up frustrated instead.

“Need any help?” I heard Kaylee ask.

“Yeah,” I replied. “I can’t get the straps—”

A knock came on the changing room door. “Can I come in?” Kaylee asked.

“Umm, sure,” I said, not at all sure about the etiquette of girls’ changing rooms. I certainly couldn’t picture Daniel sharing a changing room with another guy.

I watched through the mirror as Kaylee opened the door a smidge and squeezed through, before shutting it behind her.

“Could you please help with these bra straps?” Stepping behind me, she adjusted the straps to loosen them across my shoulders. 

“How’s that?”

“That’s so much better, thank you,” I replied, twisting my body from side to side to admire the bra from multiple angles. I liked the feel of the cups. The support. The cleavage it created. 

Kaylee moved beside me so we were both visible in the mirror. She, too, was wearing her new bra. “What do you think?” she asked me.

She didn’t fill it out nearly as much as I did, but I liked it even better on her. “That looks gorgeous on you.”

“Not on me. On you, silly!”

“Oh! Right. It’s cute and comfortable,” I said, twirling a bit and running my hands over the cups. Suddenly a different feeling washed over me. I was buying this. Sure, it was with Sydney’s parents' money, but I was buying this bra. This will be my bra. My first bra.

“Let’s get them!” she squealed.

* * *

By the time we got out of the store, it was raining. We made a mad dash with our shopping bags to Kaylee’s car, and were fairly soaked by the time we got in and slammed the doors.

“Where to?” Kaylee asked. “My place or yours?”

“It doesn’t matter to me,” I replied. “I just need to be home before two so I can get to my meeting.”

“I’ll show you my apartment then,” Kaylee grinned mischievously.

She drove to her apartment, which was near the coffee shop, but a good distance away from campus. It was still pouring, so again, we had to run from the car to her apartment. She let out a girlish scream as the rain drenched us.

Whatever parts of us that were still dry got soaked as she searched for her key. Unlocking the door, she lunged into the apartment. “Don’t mind the mess.”

It was just as small as mine. A common area containing a kitchenette and a living room with a single bedroom and bathroom attached. It was tidy and I wasn’t sure what “mess” she was referring to. There was a lack of sitting furniture but plenty of bookshelves, each overflowing with books.

My soaking wet clothes plus the cool air of Kaylee’s apartment sent me into a teeth-rattling shiver. I wanted to make a joke about whether or not her job paid her enough to turn on the heat, but I remained silent as I stood there shivering.

“I’m sorry about the rain!” Kaylee said. She too was drenched, her sweater clinging tightly to her body. “We should get these wet clothes off,” she said, pulling her arms out of her flannel, then pulling the crop top over her head and hanging both on the back of a kitchen chair to dry.

“Agreed,” I blushed, kicking off my wet shoes. Then I pulled off my sweater while walking around the living space and eyeing the books to hide my temporary embarrassment.

She stopped at an old thermostat, adjusted it, and disappeared into her bedroom with her shopping bag. 

A loud groan emanated from the heating system and a light tickle of warm air graced my skin.

Kaylee returned moments later wearing a bath towel over her shoulders. She handed me a folded up one.

“Thank you,” I said, wrapping the towel around my shoulders like a cape.

Kaylee shivered.

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms tightly around her, pressing myself in close to share our body heat. “You must be freezing.”

“Kinda.” Kaylee took a shuddering breath, and I could sense she was ready to say something she’d been holding back. “Sydney, I um... brought you here so I couldn’t run away this time.”

“Run away?”

“I’m so nervous right now.” Her voice was strained, and her body trembled.

“Kaylee, there’s nothing to be nervous about.”

“I really like you.”

“I feel the same about you.”

“Even if I’m not as experienced as you are?”

“Experienced?” I cocked my head. “I’m not sure what you mean?”

“You’re in college,” she said. “I’m not.” She raised her hand, little finger curled inward. “You’ve lived as six people.” She curled another finger. “Six attractive people.” Another finger. “And I’ll bet you’ve had a lot more experience in bed.” The rest of her fingers. All that was left was a fist. “I’m not sure how I can compete with that.” She shrugged, the corner of her lips tilting downwards. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Kaylee, stop,” I said, turning her around and looking up into her eyes. “There is no one - and I mean no one - I want to be with right now but you. Hell, I don’t even want to be anyone else.” My grip on her shoulders tightened. “There’s no way you could disappoint me.”

“I know,” she said, “and I feel the same way. But my anxieties are going a million miles per minute. I’m not sure if—”

“Stop.” I placed a finger across her lips. “And kiss me.” I tilted my head, leaned into her. She met me halfway. Our lips touched.

This wasn’t the first time we made out, but this time it felt different. Momentarily, her lips were firm and unyielding. Then she sighed, and her lips softened. We wrapped our arms around each other, our towels falling to the ground, and for a time there was nothing but the heat of our bodies and the sounds we made together.

We paused to catch our breaths, our foreheads pressed together. She was all smiles and I could feel her labored breath hot against my face.

Stepping back, she locked her green eyes onto mine and I could see the yearning in them as she bit her bottom lip and gave me a timid smile. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked the clasps of her bra, and it slackened, clinging loosely to her body. “Sydney,” she whispered.

My breath caught in my throat.

“I’m ready.”

Running my fingers up her arms, I slid the straps off her shoulders and the bra fell away from her body and onto the floor. 

This time I wasn’t shy about checking her out. Her breasts were pert and perky, the freckles from her chest giving way to pale skin below. Still damp from the rain and chilled by the cold air of the apartment, her nipples stood erect. Goosebumps rose in a ring around her areolas, and her breasts gleamed in the warm light of the apartment. They were perfect.

I returned her gaze, now starting to smoulder, and began to gently caress her breasts with my warm hands. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting upward as she leaned into me. My thumbs trailed lazy circles around her nipples, the tips of my fingernails leaving subtle white marks that appeared and quickly faded. I heard her breath quicken, and a flush spread across her chest as she arched her back and thrust herself into my hands. 

“Sydney… I want—”

“Yes?”

She bit her lip. I knew what she wanted.

Wasting no time, I lowered my lips to her breasts, trailing a series of kisses along their undersides. Breathing warm, heavy breath upon her nipples, I took one of them into my mouth, and then the other, sucking and running eager circles around them with my tongue. She gasped, a pleasurable moan escaping her lips, and she held me tightly as her legs grew weak.

I could feel her weight pulling me down so I stopped and looked at her. 

Her eyes were aflame and her breathing erratic.

“We should go to your room,” I said, the tremble in my voice hinting at question and desire in equal measure.

“Yes,” she agreed. She wobbled unsteadily before regaining control of her legs, then took my hand and led me into her bedroom.

Her room was right off the living room. More bookshelves lined the room, and the lesbian romance novel we both purchased was sitting prominently on her nightstand next to her copy of The Fated Crown. 

She sat down nervously at the foot of her bed. Her eyes tracked across my body, starting at my legs, then up my hips, waist, shoulders, and followed my long blonde locks to where the ends of them came to rest.

I sidled up in front of her, stepping between her legs. “Now it’s your turn.” I smirked, slowly and deliberately looking down at my bra.

Her eyes went wide, and she gulped and nodded. Reaching her arms up and behind me, she attempted to undo the clasps. After some fiddling, the last hook came undone, and she pulled the bra down off my body and let it fall to the floor.

“It’s funny,” she said. “I’ve removed my own bras countless times, but this is the first time I’ve removed someone else’s. It’s way harder than it looks.” Her eyes drifted down to my breasts. “Also, like… wow!”

I burst into laughter at her wide-eyed appreciation. Sliding my hands over my boobs, I hoisted them upwards and mashed them lewdly. Flesh overflowed my fingers, and it looked so absurd that I couldn’t help but jiggle them for her. She laughed back, and soon we were both overcome with giggles.

“Well, Kaylee, you did great at removing my bra,” I said, wiping away a tear, and taking a couple deep breaths to recover myself. “But now it’s time for your reward for a job well-done,” I said, taking her hands and placing them on top of my boobs. They looked comically small in comparison.

She gave them a few tentative squeezes and then one firm one. “Good grief, how big are these ladies again?”

“Umm…” I blushed, “I think the bra I bought today was a 36F?”

“Dang. I’d be jealous, but they seem like such fun play toys,” she grinned, pausing, and then deciding to give them a few more mischievous squeezes in appreciation.

I looked down and could see the delight on her face, the anxiety of earlier having melted away. “They are,” I agreed, giving her a slow wink. “But remember, you have to turn your toys on first.”

“Oh, is that so?” she wondered, tilting her head left and right while examining them. “Ah-ha! I think I found their power buttons,” she said, immediately giving both of my nipples a sharp pinch.

“Eep!” I squealed, jumping a couple inches into the air. Tangled in her legs, I stumbled forward onto the bed, knocking her backwards, and pinning her under my arms. My blonde hair cascaded downward, forming a canopy over our faces.

She looked up at me, her face turning a bright crimson.

“Hello there,” I said, giving her a broad, toothy grin.

“Hi there cuti—,” she started, interrupted by my lips pressing into hers.

Surprise flared across her face, her eyes wide and then half-lidded, and she kissed me back with equal intensity. Our tongues met, a playful dance where they greeted each other, left to explore the others’ lips, and returned to find themselves together once again. I bit her lip, a soft moan escaping her as I tugged on it, pulling my head away.

“Wh- why’d you stop?” she asked.

“I was wondering if you could maybe, uhh, scooch back a bit,” I said, nodding towards the pillows at the head of her bed.

“Maaaaaaybe,” she purred, her hips shimmying back and forth as she slid backwards across the bed. She lifted her head and set it on her pillow, before running her hands behind her head and splaying her hair out invitingly.

It may have been the most exquisite sight I’ve ever seen. On my knees, I crawled towards her, my breasts swaying pendulously beneath me. Inch by inch, agonizingly slow, with my eyes never leaving hers. Up the bed, between her legs, then climbing over them and straddling her waist. I leaned over, and whispered in her ear, “Still ready?”

She nodded, at first slightly, and then again with more enthusiasm.

I gave her a kiss on her cheek, almost chaste, and murmured, with breath hot against her ear, “Kaylee. Relax.” My tongue ran a slow trail along the edge of her ear and I could feel her shiver between my legs.

Straightening back up, I took a moment to study her. Arms bent, her hands lay by her head, fists loosely clenched, the soft pale undersides of her arms giving way to the freckles atop them. Strawberry blonde hair fanned out like flames against the flaxen color of her bed sheets. Her eyes were closed and her body positively thrummed with anticipation.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said softly, and in the quiet of the bedroom I could hear her breath hitch.

I laid my cold hands on her warm abdomen, and she hissed, arching her back before settling back into the bed. Sweeping them to her waist, then downwards, the tips of my fingers grazing the crest of her hips. Inwards, the palms of my hand trailing the scratchy edge of her jeans. And upwards, between her breasts and, with the slightest of touches, along them.

Her nipples stood erect and I traced indolent circles around them. She moaned, a low, soft sound, heavy with contentment.

Her eyes fluttered open. “You make me feel like I’m living through one of those books.”

“Which books?” I asked, curiosity rising.

“Romance novels.” She blushed. “Like the one we bought together. The way authors describe their characters being caressed, their bodies worshipped.”

“Is that what you want?” I asked. “Gentleness? Like your romance novels?”

“Not every time.” She bit her lip. “But, maybe this time?”

“I would love to. Now close your eyes and be my altar.”

She did.

I laid myself gently on top of her, breast to breast, closing my own eyes to feel the rise and fall of her breath. Then a kiss to her lips, so brief. She tried to kiss me back but I pulled away, kissing her chin, along her jaw, lingering with a slow kiss just below her ear.

A few kisses along her neck. Then I crawled backwards, our bodies parallel, savoring the friction between them, and closing her thighs as my legs forced them together. Our mounds met, and I rubbed myself against her. I felt on fire, burning up, a slick wetness between my legs. I needed more, was hungry for more. Bearing down, firm pressure, and a desperate moan escaped from me.

My moan trailing off, and I pushed myself vertical, a juddering motion, with my hands on her hips. Curling my fingers under the hem of her jeans, I slid them inwards, stopping to rest with my thumbs on her belt buckle. I looked upwards and she nodded, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

Pulling upwards on her belt strap, I unhooked the buckle and pulled the strap through. Then, the button of her jeans and dragged her zipper downwards. She felt warm beneath my hands, like a furnace. I clambered backwards off the bed, and she raised her hips, allowing me to tug the loose jeans off her hips and onto the floor. She looked stunning, rubbing her legs together, making barely-restrained upward thrusts with her hips, naked but for her panties.

They were forest green with white lace trim and a little keyhole in the shape of a heart, and I instantly knew that she had worn them for me. Even in the dim light of the room, it was apparent how wet they were.

Climbing back onto the bed, I spread her legs apart. Then, I ran a finger upwards, between where her lips met, and her whole body shuddered. Her panties clung to her wetness, a visible outline of her sex, and I was overcome with a craving to taste her, to pleasure her.

I hooked my fingers under the band of her panties, and she lifted her hips again. I was eager, so eager, but forced myself to take it slowly. I pulled the band over her bottom, inching them downwards, but still they held to her wetness. Finally, at long last, they separated, and Kaylee exhaled.

I tugged them down her leg, over her toes, and they tumbled to the floor. I noticed then that her toenails were painted a matching green and I flushed with pleasure knowing Kaylee planned for me to discover such a detail.

Kissing around her ankle, I slowly trailed up her calf, then onto the back of her knee. The earthy scent of her arousal surrounded me. Inhaling deeply, I took a moment to savor her, and felt myself grow ever wetter.

Up her thighs, and now I was so close I could feel the heat of her sex against my face. Neatly-trimmed copper curls framed her sex, matted from her wetness. I ran my hand over them, feeling their coarse texture on the tips of my fingers.

Wanting to feel them with my lips, I kissed along on their edges, into the crook where her thigh met her mound. Pulling back, I made to move to the other side but paused to hover over her. Exhaling, hot deep breath across her, and she whimpered. Then to the other side, one, two, three long kisses. Back and forth, more kisses, more exhalations, and each time her whimpers grew louder.

I stopped. Holding myself over her, hot breath, seconds ticking by. Her mewling grew louder, and still I waited. Breath in, the smell of her, breath out, a gentle torture.

Her hips thrust and I attack her with my tongue. Sucking, licking, first wildly, then with intention. She’s hot, and tangy, and so wet.

Words tumble from Kaylee, incoherent to me. My world is nothing but the lapping of my tongue on her labia, her curls tickling my nose, my fingers digging into her thighs. Her folds in my mouth, a gentle tug, and then letting them go. She growled and her hands clenched the bedsheets.

Pulling away, I wet my fingers in my mouth. But there was no need: a couple seconds of probing her entrance and my fingers were slick with her juices. And then I was inside her, one finger, then two, and I curled them upwards. She arched her back, pressing down against my fingers.

I slid them out a bit, then back into her. More sounds. Louder this time. With each thrust, I could see the muscles of her stomach clenching. I curled upwards again, holding them still, and brought my face back down to her.

This time I didn’t bother with the kissing, the tasting, the hot breath, or gentle caresses. She was too close for that. Firm pressure. Left and right, up and down, my tongue moved swiftly, lashing her clit.

Her hands clawed at my shoulders, then she reached for my hair, grabbing tight fistfuls of it.

“Sydney, ohhh my God, pleeeeas—”

I stopped tonguing her for a moment.

“No no nonono, don’t stop, Syd—”

The moment ended. No more stopping. Left and right, flicking and darting, my fingers inside her.

Her back arched, and suddenly she was still, silent. Until she wasn’t.

“I’m gonn—,” she wailed, and then her body fell back to the bed and she came for me. Convulsions wracked her body, and I slowed, rewarding myself with little spasms whenever I flicked her clit. She let out a deep, contented sigh, and I withdrew my fingers and I sat up to look at her.

Kaylee laid there, flexing her feet back and forth, still twitching from the pleasant little aftershocks running through her.

Wiping her juices off my face, I licked my hands and lips clean, inhaling the last lingering scent of her musk. Then I crawled up the bed and laid next to her, nuzzled her shoulder and ran slow sweeps of my hand across her abdomen.

She rolled on her side to face me. “Sydney,” she murmured, slurring my name a bit, as if trying to remember how to use her words. “That was… wonderful.”

Leaning in, I gave her a light kiss on the corner of her mouth. “It was.” I wanted to say more, but my thoughts were jumbled with the intensity of the emotions I felt for her in that moment.

A pained expression crossed her face. “Did you know that was the first time anyone has ever done that to me?”

I tilted my head, surprised. “Really?”

“Really. None of the guys I dated ever wanted to.”

“Their loss,” I scowled.

She giggled. “Don’t worry about it. Turns out I’m loving the perks of having a girlfriend.” She kissed my forehead, and we sat in comfortable silence for a moment.

Wiggling, Kaylee propped herself up on the head of the bed, looking lost in thought. “Hey D, with all that time you’ve spent in the girls’ bodies, have you ever… masturbated as them? Or would that feel too weird?”

My face flushed, and I could feel the tips of my ears burning. “I- I tried a couple times. But I- I couldn’t make it work,” I stuttered, gesturing vaguely towards the lower half of my body, “O- only when someone else was touching me.” I was so embarrassed. I wanted to crawl under the bed sheets and hide.

“Aww, D, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” she said, running her fingers through my hair. “It’s hard enough to figure it out when it’s your own body, I can’t imagine what it would be like in a brand new body every week.” A wicked grin crossed her face. “Can I… can I teach you?”

“Teach me?” I echoed, not entirely sure I heard correctly.

“Yes! I’ll give you some Kaylee pro tips. It’ll be fun!” Her grin grew even wider, and she repeated my lower-body gesture. “And we’ll see if we can make this all work together."

Kaylee sat up straight against the headboard. “Come over here,” she instructed. Spreading her legs, she gave the bed in front of her a couple pats. 

Scooting over, I wriggled between her legs, my back pressed against her chest.

“First thing’s first,” she said, excitement in her voice. “These things have got to go.” She picked at the hem of my leggings, snapping it against me.

“Yes ma’am,” I giggled. Lifting my butt off the bed, I tugged my leggings over my ass down to my calves, and fluttering my feet until one final kick sent them flying over the edge of the bed.

While I was distracted, Kaylee slid her hand down my abdomen and rested it between my legs. “Oh my,” she purred, amusement in her voice, “looks like somebody got awfully excited earlier.”

My belly was filled with an embarrassing flush, but, so was another area below.

“Sadly, as cute as these undies are,” she said, running a finger along their damp center, “I’m afraid they also have to go.” This time she removed them herself, sliding them down to my knees.

As soon as she did, I felt the cold air of the room against my wetness. A shiver ran up my spine, my body responding by getting warmer, wetter.

“Are you ready for your first lesson?” she asked.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Let’s start by touching yourself. Don’t hurry, there’s no rush. Just you and your body, learning from each other.”

She moved my hand downward and set it between my legs. Resting her fingers on top of mine, she guided my fingers in slow circles around my clit.

Maintaining the tempo she showed me, I rubbed myself in slow clockwise circles. Zoning out a bit, I tried to focus on the sensations: an electric tingling, the rough texture of my pubic hair, the radiating heat of my body.

“Once you’ve warmed yourself up a bit, spread your legs. Take a finger or two, slide them down, into your body, and feel how wet you are. Explore yourself.”

Opening my legs, I curled a couple fingers, and entered myself. I was so wet. I withdrew my fingers slowly, friction against my opening, and hummed with pleasure. Slick with my juices, I ran my fingers up through my labia, then down, massaging them between my fingers. Then I returned to my clit, resuming the motion she had taught me.

“Perfect. While you keep doing that, it’s time for your next lesson. I don’t know what it’s like in a male body, but at least for me it helps to touch my whole body.” She ran her hands along the side of my body, over my hips, then down and up the inside of my thighs.

A surge of warmth in my core, and my fingers grew ever slicker. I started to move them faster, but Kaylee grabbed my hands, and set them on my breasts.

“Remember, no rushing. This is about learning your body, not winning a race. Now I want you to caress yourself - slowly.”

I did as I was told. Light touches on the sides of my breasts, then underneath. I slid my hands over their tops, and my body twitched as each finger tugged an erect nipple as they passed over them.

“And don’t forget you can do this,” she grinned, giving both nipples a forceful pinch.

My eyes went wide. Pain exploded within me. My back arched, my body on fire, and then fell I back into her body with ragged gasps. I saw stars.

“Good girl, you’re doing great,” she cooed.

She took my hand and set it back down onto my clit, the circular motions of her hand indicating I should resume my pleasuring.

I didn’t need any encouragement. I’d never been more turned on in my life.

“And now for the most important lesson. What’s happening up here,” she said, tapping my head, “is at least as important as what’s happening down there. There’s a reason why I have all these romance novels, after all.”

I did my best to acknowledge her, but all that came out were a series of incomprehensible grunts.

“I’m sure you’ll get well-acquainted with my books later, but for now we’ll use your imagination. Are you ready?”

Not trusting my voice anymore, I nodded.

“I want you to close your eyes and imagine the two of us. We’re standing alone in a study, surrounded by bookshelves, books from floor to ceiling. Our hands meet, and you stare into my eyes as candlelight flickers across my face.”

Kaylee paused, and the only sound was that of my wet fingers circling.

“As you stare into my eyes, you see the burning desire growing within them. I need you so badly. Without warning, I surge forward, slamming you into the bookshelf.” She grabs my shoulders, and I startle, almost yelping but it comes out as a squeak.

“My hands are all over you, touching, groping. Our lips meet, tongues dancing, and I bite you so hard you taste blood in your mouth.”

I’m gasping, barely able to breathe, the taste of iron somehow on my tongue.

“We’re desperate. And needy. There’s no time. We rip each other’s clothing off - buttons popping, seams tearing, tatters of silk and lace falling to the floor.”

She digs her fingernails into my hips, then drags them forcefully up my ribs. I hiss and writhe, and my fingers move faster and faster. 

“Naked, sweaty, bosoms heaving, and we’re clawing frantically at each other. Pushed back into the wall, our breasts, our bodies, pressed against each other.”

My breath becomes increasingly frenzied, and something rises within me.

“My fingers curl and I’m inside you. You slump against the wall and scream my name out loud.” Breath, hot against my ear, and Kaylee whispers to me, “I’d really like you to come for me, Sydney.”

I explode, screaming her name, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body. Kaylee clenches me tight in her arms and thighs, and I twist and turn and writhe against her. Pulses, seemingly without end, and then suddenly everything crests and I collapse into her.

Opening my eyes, the room slowly comes into focus. Not ready to talk, I turn sideways, laying my head against her chest and listening to her heart beat.

Kaylee looked down at me tenderly, a contented look on her face. I curled my knees up and she stroked my hair and cuddled with me until I was ready to talk again.

“I wish I could stay here all day,” I sighed.

“I wish you could too,” she said, giving me a gentle squeeze. “I have to work this evening.”

“And I have my Guild meeting in…” I sat up to look at the time. My eyes got wide as I realized we were out of time. “Twenty minutes!”