Butterflies

  "I keep telling her," Mikey nodded, "But I think she's too shy to wear the right things too often."

  I shot a warning look to my guy. This was getting a tad too close to the kind of conversation that had started up in front of Lucas. I realised I'd be disappointed if Mikey tried the same tactic again because I was on a mission to try to discover more about the new me – about Sexgirl.

  I needn't have worried. Or rather, maybe I was just worrying about the wrong thing...

  Danny, oblivious to the silent conversation Mikey and I were having, nodded at my clothes again, "And that top is rather cute, as well."

  "Same story," Mikey told him, "I do tell her, but she won't listen."

  "I always listen," I assured them, "But I make my own mind up. Now, who wants another drink?"

  "About time," Mikey grinned, "And also about time you were well behaved."

  Danny nodded, "Another beer would be great, and Mike does have a point there. You really should listen to him, Jess."

  I feigned a yawn, "Yeah, right."

  As I bent to grab Danny's glass, Mikey swatted my rump again. An alarm bell began to ring, but I was so busy trying not to show off too much down my top that I must have ignored it. I laughed instead, "Hey, you. Watch the hands."

  "Fair enough, princess." Without warning, I felt the hem of my skirt being momentarily lifted and another firm swat connected with my butt.

  I squealed, "Hey!"

  "Behave," Mikey grinned at my shocked look.

  I frantically tried to say 'no!' without alerting Danny.

  "What's up, princess? Annoyed that I've let Danny know who's the boss here?"

  Oh, he's good – I was answering before I could stop and think, "You are not the boss, buster! I am entirely my own-"

  As Danny cheered, Mikey grabbed my arm and dragged me close, "Oh yeah?"

  As the pressure drew me lower, towards my guy's lap, my eyes opened wider, realisation dawning, "You wouldn't dare!"

  "In my own home? Oh, I would!"

  I love Mikey with all my heart. He tugged at my arm and there was a silent question in his movement. Pull back and I'll stop – do you want that? I collapsed across his knees, my mind whirling off into space.

  "Mikey!" I managed as his free hand contacted the backs of my thighs and started to push upwards towards my barely covered butt.

  "Too late, princess. Now I have to prove to Danny that I'm the boss in my own home." He gave an audible swallow, "Oh yeah, and show him just how much cuteness he's been denied!"

  Danny gave another whoop of joy as I felt my skirt clear my butt, the almost sheer knickers all that stood between his gaze and my ass. When the first full-on slap came from Mikey's hand, I started to struggle for real.

  "Mikey!"

  He gripped tighter, "Sorry Danny – I just had to let you see this. Is she cute or is she cute?"

  "Mike, Mike, Mike! I mean oh wow, dude! I'm gonna be dreaming about that cute, cute ass for a lifetime!"

  I squealed and wriggled, feeling as if the entire world could see me. I also felt the most incredible surge of arousal, and power like never before.

  Mikey slapped me again, his fingers lingering in a way that sent ten thousand volts through me. I could feel his hardness pressing into my belly and my mind was accelerating past the outer planets.

  It accelerated faster when Mikey said, "Oh Danny! One off deal – you think that's cute? You should see her without the knickers."

  Danny whistled again as I squealed again, "If you're offering...?"

  Mikey's hand grabbed the waistband of my knickers and started to pull as I wriggled even more fiercely, but with even more lack of direction. Mikey was struggling but knew he had enough control, "Go on then, Dan. You just have to see this once."

  Before I could react, there were three hands on my knickers and my ass cheeks were exposed. "Stop it the pair of you!" I gasped.

  The undies were off my feet before I could draw breath and I just knew what Danny could see, and how close he was. Sexgirl was busy telling me I was being too slow, and for once the real Jess was determined to make the most of Mikey's naughtiness. I wriggled and started to pull back away from my guy. My legs began to part, and more to the point, my top started to slide up my body.

  All three of us were laughing, somehow, even though we all knew this was way outside our normal laughing experiences. With yet another squeal my top slipped over my head and I slithered from Mikey's grasp, my skirt barely covering my modesty, my boobs only covered by a skimpy bra.

  "Enough!" I yelped, between laughs.

  "Never!" Danny countered, reaching for my bra strap.

  "Mikey! You wouldn't let him surely?"

  Mikey laughed and unclipped my bra with stunning ease, "Princess, I've wanted to show you off for so long, I'm not letting this chance go!"

  "Mikey!" I turned my attention to Danny as he started to try to pull my bra off completely, "Danny! I'm supposed to be your friend!"

  "Believe me, Jess, you're getting to be even more of a friend by the second. Jeez, Jess, I've wanked over you in private a hundred times before, but this is going to serve me for the next thousand."

  My already scrambled brain went ballistic, "You've...?"

  Danny laughed, "Sorry Mike – just had to be honest."

  "Music to my ears, Dan!"

  As I stared at them both, my fingers froze. With a whoop, Danny yanked my bra away from me and gave another yell of delight, "Oh, Mikey! Jess! Those tits... oh perfection!"

  In shock I stared down at my nakedness, genuinely overwhelmed, surprised by Mikey's audacity, surprised to be feeling so wet, so hot. When Mikey stood and pulled me to my feet, I rose. When his trembling fingers unzipped my skirt, I let it fall.

  I stared down at first Mikey's bulging shorts, then at Danny's. "Guys... In one second I'm going to run out of this room." Mikey put a hand on my shoulder, "Unless," I added, "You stop me."

  Danny stepped forward and raised a hand towards my exposed tits. He looked at Mikey, behind me, but I answered instead.

  "That would stop me, Danny."

  "You really mean it?"

  "Danny," I breathed, "Touch them. Touch my tits."

  As his hands close over my breasts I let out a moan. Over my shoulder I said to Mikey, "This is out of my control. Thank you."

  "You do realise," he managed, "That you've just made it impossible not to fuck you, princess?"

  I nodded and smiled. "Oh yeah." When Danny gave me a questioning look, I focused on his eager gaze, "And yeah," I added, "That means you too."

  Clothes were discarded in every direction, hands swarmed over my naked flesh and I subsided to the living room rug, two long, hot, hard cocks vying for my wetness and warmth. Danny held back just long enough for me to look into his eyes and ask him, politely, to 'fuck me right now'.

  The only bit of persuading I had to do that night was getting Danny to ejaculate inside me. The first time, he pulled out, thinking that was what I needed but I'm told I made it very clear that this was not my idea of heaven, and the next time, when he fucked me as I pretended to be tied up over Mikey's knees, he positively filled my already soaking pussy.

  We all played for hours with some sort of unspoken agreement that this was Danny's one chance with me, and that he was more than welcome to make the most of me. I can safely say that he explored every inch of me – not all of them external ones – and he's only the second guy, after Mikey, who I've helped to come no fewer than four times in one session.

  I rose to my full power that night. I could have got either of them to do anything I wanted, and all I had to do was be honest with myself and acknowledge the fact that anything they wanted, I wanted. I knew that the next time Danny saw me in my normal suit or t-shirt and jeans, he'd remember my naked pussy, my bare ass, my exposed tits (not breasts, Sexgirl was still in control). Oh yeah, and I'd remember what his hot, hard cock felt like pounding my wetness.

  Danny left around three in the morning. Mikey and I saw him
out, both of us still naked and viewing the now-clothed Danny as the odd one out. He embraced Mikey and then hugged me. "This," he said, "Is not quite how I thought this evening would pan out."

  "Disappointed?" I asked.

  Danny ducked his head and drew my right nipple into his mouth, "Not really," he muttered, his voice obviously muffled, "But, Jess? Mikey?" He stood, "I can't thank you both enough. Even... even if I never see you like this again outside of my dreams."

  Mikey nodded, "The pleasure's not entirely yours."

  I kissed Danny and stepped back, "Make the most of the memory. But like Fleming said..."

  "If you're gonna mention Thunderballs..."

  I gave a quiet laugh, "No... more like never say never..."

  The guys gave each other a slightly puzzled, hopeful look which I cut short, "But best to think that this was a one-off, even if it was the best one-off ever."

  After the door had finally closed on the grinning, exhausted Danny, I turned to Mikey and shrugged, "Happy with your new slut?"

  "You're not that. You're never that. And you know it. You're just getting the pleasure you deserve."

  I nodded slowly. It felt right. "That doesn't mean to say I didn't like having another guy's dick in me."

  "Oh, I know, princess. That was one of the highlights for me."

  "Glad you think so. Does that mean that I've earned your presence on a dress shopping trip then?"

  Mikey raised an eyebrow, "That sounds more like a penalty."

  "I guess that depends," I said with a smile, "On whether I need help slipping into and out of the dresses in those little changing rooms..."

  Mikey glanced down, "I scarcely believe it, but my cock just twitched."

  "Good boy. But I think I might have another reward for you as well..."

  "Carer to share?"

  "No. And especially not after you bullied me out of my clothes tonight. But do remind me that when we get back from the shops, I need to call Melissa in the morning..."

  Chapter 4

  After Danny had left the house that last night, we were exhausted but not too tired for some more early morning sexual acrobatics. So much so, that the sun was rising before we finally fell into a shattered, sore sleep.

  Mikey had already woken by the time I regained consciousness, and the aroma of freshly brewing coffee permeated the house, dragging me out of my stupor. I yawned and stretched, muscles twanging and soft tissue groaning gently. Memories of the previous night's wildness came trickling into my oddly calm mind, and I nodded to myself, content in the knowledge that what had happened was something I could be… if not proud of, then at least comfortable with.

  This new me, this Sexgirl version, was a revelation in more than the obvious sense. I had genuinely never felt quite so empowered before, and certainly never so at one with my own body, my own sexuality. Any subconscious fears that I might have harboured about Mikey's commitment to the cause – or rather, enjoyment of the effects – had been wiped out by his own actions from the previous night, and I found myself being rather surprisingly pleased with how he had participated and finally done things purely for his own benefit. And I was even more happy now that I knew for sure that we shared a vision, a taste...

  But…

  There's always a but, isn't there (and I wasn't referring to the butt that Mikey had bared the previous night, either)? This new image of myself, the near-Amazonian 'this is what I want boys' version of me, seemed larger than life, even for me. When I was naked and on display, when my muscles were quivering with a barely controlled climax, when I was feeling the joy at the hard evidence of my sexuality... oh yes, I loved all of that. But it didn't feel quite right somehow.

  I loved the new-found sense of power and control that I felt at those moments, and the transition that previous night from being the (albeit willing) victim of Mikey, to being the Sexgirl, demanding what she wanted (okay, needed) was natural-feeling. Nothing felt stressed or forced or strained, but there was this nagging undercurrent of feeling that maybe I was just somehow overcompensating for all the years I'd missed out on, that maybe I was riding the first surge of something new, and that the real me – the real Sexgirl, even – was a less demonstrative and less demanding character.

  I threw the covers off of myself and looked down at my naked body, small scratches and red marks evidence of last night's excesses, and welcome in a weird and wonderful way. I was still examining the scars when Mikey walked into the room, a mug of coffee steaming away in each hand.

  "I recognise that view," he said, placing my mug on my bedside table, "And I'm now happy to say that I'm probably not the only one."

  I gave a rueful smile, "You sure that wasn't over the top with Danny last night, then?"

  "I honestly couldn't be much happier."

  "Much?"

  Mikey shrugged, "As long as you are – I mean, as long as you genuinely are happy, no regrets and all that – then yeah, I'm pretty much as happy as I could be. It's all a bit of a surprise, but a fantastic one."

  "You said 'much' again." Hey, give me a break here, okay? I'm as fickle as any female at times.

  "I don't mean it in a bad way. I mean what we've done is already more than I could have hoped for... no, more than I could have ever dreamed for... of... whatever... let me start again. What I'm trying to say is that I feel like every Christmas and birthday and bonus and happy surprise have all come at once and I just cannot get my head around how much it all means to me, and how proud I am of you in about a thousand ways..."

  "There's a 'but' though, right?"

  "No!" Mikey rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee. "Look, all I mean is that it's way more than I could have hoped for, it's just so... well... fast, I suppose. I don't mean-"

  "That's it!" I interrupted, "That's what's been bugging me...."

  "You mean you regret it all happening so fast after all?"

  "No... no, not at all – I doubt whether I could have transformed myself slowly, but... well... do you think it's all too fast?"

  "I don't, I just think... well, I just think it's like something was maybe..."

  "Missing? A kind of middle step that we didn't get time for?"

  Mikey looked quizzically at me, "I guess that's what I mean... I haven't really had time to think that much about it."

  I took a gulp of coffee, "Nor me, but that's what it is, I think. I kind of said something about it after that night at the rooftop place in Brighton, but I guess I lost sight of it in the excitement..." I glanced up and shook my head, "And no, I don't mean that I regret anything... it's just that it's like I've skipped a step or two and there might be some new fun to be found there as well – and trust me, buster, the new me is here to stay and if you're happy with me, I want to experiment with every angle I can find."

  "You honestly think there's a chance I would miss out on that?" Mikey grinned and slid back into the bed beside me. He leaned forward and kissed the tip of my nose, his right hand brushing deliciously across my bare breasts (not tits at that point, note – this was me, not Sexgirl).

  I awkwardly set my coffee mug back on the cabinet and stretched under my guy's expert touch. "Oh hey!" I push his hand away, "No time for that now, the window cleaner is due here this morning."

  Mikey raised an eyebrow and rested his hand on my shoulder, exerting just enough pressure to keep me on my back. "Is that so?"

  I started giggling quietly at first, managing to call Mikey both 'incorrigible' and 'a dirty little perv', neither of which I fully meant. Before many seconds had passed, I was snorting laughter in a way that was most unladylike, despite the way I was dressed. Or rather undressed.

  Mikey, laughing as much as me, somehow managed to pin me long enough to penetrate, and despite the fact that the window cleaner didn't finally arrive until nearly an hour after we were finished, it proved to be a wonderful, exciting, scary, fun bout of sex. Somehow, knowing that we could be caught at any moment heightened the pleasure. I swear I saw Sexgirl sitting on the dressing table
smirking at me at one point...

  The nearly-but-not-quite window-cleaner incident got both Mikey and me thinking, and for a change we decided to plan the next steps together. There was a lot of 'we could try...' and 'what if so-and-so sees this...?' and 'just how much should be on display...?' – all of which ended up in a lot of sex – but we finally come up with a plan, and, me being me, it revolved around the dress shopping trip I'd suggested when we'd ushered Danny out of the house the previous night.

  I was still keeping my plan for Melissa under wraps, though, partly because I didn't want to tease Mikey with something that I might not be able to go through with, and partly because I wasn't even sure that I really wanted to go through with anything. Mikey, his fevered imagination full of little changing rooms and even littler dresses, didn't seem to have remembered my comment about my old schoolfriend anyway. The next morning, we left for the new mall in the town an hour's drive to our South with only our mission on our mind. Or possibly an emission...

  I'd dressed in a summery dress, which was loose enough to be easy to change out of, and undies so skimpy and see-through that, as Mikey commented, I might as well have not bothered. For his part, Mikey was in shorts and a long t-shirt – the former being loose enough to disguise a bulge, and the latter being long enough to complete the disguise when the former wasn't capable of doing it anymore.

  Somehow, we got to the new mall without getting a speeding ticket, and still in the five items of clothing we'd set out in. Not bad under the circumstances.

  The first two clothes shops were passed over on the grounds that the changing rooms had lockable, wooden doors, but the third proved to be just perfect, having a series of changing cubicles with curtains. The assistants were all young and rather pretty, although not perfect, gender-wise, being female – but we hadn't expected to get totally lucky first time up.

  I selected a couple of slinky black things – I would only use the description 'dress' as a last resort, and only then because 'undress' isn't a noun – and walked up to one of the assistants, waving the fabric off-cuts in one hand, then displaying the final part of my disguise on the other.