High Voltage/Dinner2
From Create Your Own Story
As Elianna waited for my response, I began to grow nervous. Yes, I was growing more accustomed to this body. And yes, what occurred in the shower was earth-shatteringly awesome. My lips curled into a slight smile thinking about it. But I wasn't sure if I was ready to dive into this pool of estrogen yet.
"On second thought," I said with a frown. "I think I'm going to stay in tonight."
"Really?!" Sarah asked, her pitch rising as she spoke.
"Yeah, I'm feeling much better." I moved my hand to my head, "But I'm just not sure if I want to go out again today."
Hannah put her hand on her stomach. "I'm famished," she stated bluntly. "Let's go."
Sarah hugged me again as she left and the rest of the girls followed her out the door. After the girls left, I ordered a pepperoni pizza and got it delivered. I sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. One of the channels was running a James Bond marathon. I only managed to eat a few slices of the pizza before getting full.
The thing about James Bond movies, is he inevitably makes love with the girl. The thing about watching a James Bond movie when you are suddenly a different gender is that sex scenes make you feel uncomfortable. I was overcome with emotion as the camera panned over the woman's body. She was encouraging him on with her moaning and the way she gripped his shoulders. I that what I am now? Is that what I wanted? I shoved the image of a penis out of my mind. No, just because I was a girl didn't mean I needed a man. The shower proved that.
There were still a lot of time to kill before I needed to leave. Bond was now leaving while the woman lay in the bed, under the covers, pleading with him to stay. I thought back to the purple vibrator in the bra drawer.
I turned off the television and ran to the bedroom. I shed my clothes quickly and lay under the covers. I flicked a small switch on the vibrator and lowered it beneath the sheets. I let it tease my clit and the entrance to my pussy before I plunged it in. "Ooooooohhh," I cried out. It seemed I was not the silent type. This time the suite was empty, there was no decision to make as I let another squeal echo in the room.
I pushed the vibrator in and out until I found a rhythm that seemed to work. I thought back to the movie. I pictured the bond girl, the silhouette of her breasts bouncing in the low light. Her delicate hands and slim waist. I pictured his hand on her waist and her hands on his back.
All of a sudden I didn't know who I was fantasizing about anymore. Was I dreaming about the woman, or did I want to feel what she was feeling? The vibrator was still humming along and I pressed it deeper into myself. I started to move my hand quicker; I could hear the wet sound of the vibrator entering and exiting my pussy and it turned me on more.
I closed my eyes and arched my back as my body reacted to the stimulation. With my right hand on the vibrator, I sunk my left hand down to my clit. My breathing became heavier and the moaning louder. The attention of two hands was more than enough as I collapsed into a heap. Once again, my pussy seemed ultra-sensitive to the touch and I removed my hands, but left the vibrator inside. I continued to giggle and laugh at the small pleasures the vibrator continued to excite. Eventually I couldn't take the stimulation anymore and I removed the vibrator and switched it off.
I had the answer to my question. I was not dreaming about the woman. I longed to feel what she felt. I could feel the smile on my face grow larger. I convinced my fingers to dance over my pussy one last time, and I swirled my clit in slow circles for what felt like a whole hour. A glance at the clock revealed I needed to leave, but I never wanted to leave the bed. I washed and returned the vibrator to its spot and got redressed.
I went to the bathroom and then grabbed my keys from the bedroom. I was excited when I spotted the BMW logo on the key. "That should make finding the car much easier," I said aloud to myself. And the silver BMW was easy to spot. I unlocked it and stepped inside. After about 30 minutes of of driving I was on my street.
Should I:
