GIRLIFIED: 15 BOOKS MEGA BUNDLE

by Nikki Crescent

  Sarah took another deep breath and forced another big smile. Grant unbuttoned her top and gently pulled it off of her body. Her tits were exposed now. He sunk down and cupped her supple breasts. He squeezed and then he leaned forward to suck her nipples. It felt nice—really nice. She took another deep breath and leaned her head back. Another whimper slipped out from her lips. She pressed Grant’s head firmly into her chest. “Shit, that feels good,” she muttered. He circled her nipples with the tip of his tongue, and he sucked hard, making her nipples big and erect. But now there was a tingling between her legs—she was getting hard. Soon her panties wouldn’t be able to contain her and there would be a huge bulge pushing her skirt out. And she still had no idea if Grant would be okay with that.

  So she acted on impulse and sunk down to her knees. Grant hesitated and then he smiled, and it took Sarah a moment to realize that she’d just signed up to suck his cock. Her heart stuttered. She’d never sucked a cock before. She’d never even seen an erection before that wasn’t her own. She looked down at the crotch of his jeans. There was a big bulge—he was already erect and ready. So she reached forward and gently undid his belt. Then she toyed with his fly until it was undone. She looked back up at him. He was smiling with red cheeks, excited to be sucked. She had no choice. She had to do it—and she had to get him off. If he didn’t get off, then he would want to go further, and she wasn’t sure she had what he wanted.

  She tugged down his pants, along with his boxers. His curved, throbbing erection sprung free, nearly slapping against his abdomen. It truly was large—extending up beyond his bellybutton. She carefully slipped her fingers around it and began to pull back his foreskin. His tip was red. The veins were visibly pulsing. Sarah’s jaw trembled slightly. It was so warm and so hard—like holding a metal pipe that had been left too close to a fire. She continued to stroke him.

  “How does that feel?” she asked, looking up at him. His cheeks were somehow a shade redder.

  “Good,” he said. “Really good.”

  She tightened her grip and began to pump faster. “And this?”

  He nodded his head, biting the corner of his lip. She kept pumping, feeling every inch of his long shaft. But she knew he wanted more—and she knew that she wanted more. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to make him come—and she wanted to try swallowing his cum. She’d always fantasized about sucking a man off and swallowing his cum—now was her chance.

  But she was terrified. She’d never sucked a cock and she had no idea what she was supposed to do with her tongue or her lips. But she knew she wasn’t going to figure it out by staring at his erection. So she leaned forward and parted her lips. She had to part her lips wide to fit his whole tip into her mouth. But she managed to get him inside. He groaned and slipped his fingers into her hair. He pulled her head tight against his crotch, sinking his cock deeper into her mouth, pressing his tip against the back of her throat. She managed not to gag, but it was a close call.

  What she couldn’t fit into her mouth she continued to pump, keeping her grip tight, stroking quickly. In her mouth, she used her tongue to explore the length of his shaft. She could feel all of his veins and hard ridges. It was only a minute later when she could taste something sweet, which she assumed was a drop of pre-cum. She liked it, so she kept sucking and she kept pumping.

  Grant laughed nervously. “If you aren’t careful, you’re going to make me come,” he said, his body becoming tense.

  She looked up at him with her eyes, without slipping that beautiful cock out from her mouth. She smiled, letting him know that that’s exactly what she wanted. Now his whole face was a shade of crimson. She closed her eyes and kept sucking. She managed to plunge more of his length into her throat without gagging. Now she had her hand on his ball sack. She massaged it sensually while sucking with her lips and bobbing with her head. It was surprisingly difficult to keep all the differently motions in sync—but she thought she was doing a good job.

  She could feel his cock bloating. His fingertips pressed firmly against her scalp and pulled her head in closer. Now she gagged, nearly throwing up—but she managed not to pull back. Tears suddenly formed in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She could hardly breathe, but she knew she was close—she only needed another minute at the very most—

  He came with a loud groan. Cum splattered against the back of her throat and she gagged again. He continued to hold her head close, pressing her nose into his neatly trimmed pubic hair. And his cock didn’t want to stop unloading—shot after shot after shot. Where was it all coming from? There must have been five ounces of cum in her mouth already!

  She finally managed to pull her head back. She coughed and spat cum out all over her chin, but she managed to keep most of it in. She closed her eyes firmly and tilted her head back. It took all of her might to swallow that massive cumshot, but she managed to get it down. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Grant was looking at her with big, glowing eyes. “Wow,” he said. “That was hot.”

  “Really?” Sarah asked. She could feel cum dripping off her chin.

  Grant nodded slowly. “Yeah—that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Sarah didn’t know what he was referring to exactly—her swallowing or her gagging and choking on his cum?

  Sarah stood up and kissed Grant on the lips. When she pulled back, a strand of his cum connected their chins together. Grant didn’t seem to mind. Sarah used her shoulder to wipe her chin.

  “Do you want to sleep here tonight?” he asked.

  “I’d better sleep in my room,” Sarah said. “But I’ll be thinking about you.” She winked and then she turned to leave. Her heart was pounding. She maybe didn’t lose her virginity, but she’s certainly had an unforgettable experience. She wanted to stay the night with Grant, but she still had no idea if he knew her real identity. And if he didn’t—she didn’t want to be there when he found out that a biological male had sucked his cock.

  So Sarah went to her own bed and she locked her bedroom door. She lay down and found herself staring up at the ceiling, reliving those precious few minutes of cock sucking. She could still taste his sweet cum on her smiling lips.

  CHAPTER VII

  Andy was afraid to leave his bedroom the next morning—but this time because he was afraid to face Grant. He heard Grant and Sarah slip into Grant’s bedroom, so surely Grant learned about Sarah’s truth… How could he not have?

  And what happened after Grant learned about Sarah’s truth? It was only ten minutes after they went into the bedroom that Sarah came out. Did he angrily send her back to her own room? Or did they go through with it? Ten minutes was more that enough time for a quick fuck—but was it enough time to get through foreplay?

  Andy could hear Grant emerging from his bedroom around 8:30 AM. He listened as Grant went down to the kitchen, and then he listened as Grant rifled through the cupboards for a pan to cook breakfast. It was only a few minutes later when Andy heard Sarah emerge from her room. Her soft bare footsteps went to join Grant in the kitchen. Andy carefully opened his door so he could hear their conversation.

  “Good morning,” Grant said with a smile in his voice.

  “Good morning,” Sarah said. Her voice was smooth and flirty—no signs of fighting or animosity at all.

  They started chatting. “Last night was fun,” Grant said. “I think you’re a natural bowler.”

  “You really think so?”

  Andy couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Either they never actually fucked, or Grant was totally okay with her reality. And maybe there was no reason not to be okay with her reality. It was 2018, after all—they say that 1% of the population is trans. Andy had no idea if that was the truth or not, but even if it was only a tenth of that, then that’s still a lot of people. And should those people not be treated the way they want to be treated? Should a perfectly convincing trans woman not be treated like any other woman?

  Andy smiled, but his smile was short lived. If Grant was okay with her reality, then tha
t meant Grant and Sarah were now an item—whether it was official or not. They’d been intimate together and now they were chatting amiably like boyfriend and girlfriend. Which meant that Andy missed his chance with Sarah.

  He was liking Sarah more and more every day. The fact that she used to be Sam seemed less and less relevant—just an interesting part of her backstory more than anything. She was beautiful and she was fun to hang out with. All of the guys at the bowling alley were checking her out—had Andy been there with her alone, all of those guys would have been jealous of Andy. Andy wasn’t sure if anyone had ever been jealous of him before.

  He went down to the kitchen to see Sarah again, with fresh morning eyes. And without surprise, she was still stunning. She was wearing a pair of pink cotton booty shorts and a tight white t-shirt with a pink cat design. She looked at Andy with a big, warm smile and said, “Good morning, Andy.” Andy’s heart melted a little bit, and then his gut turned with a bout of jealousy. Was she officially off the table, or did Andy still have a chance with her?

  “Hi,” Andy said. “You look lovely this morning.”

  “Thanks,” she said.

  Grant turned and looked at Andy. “Feeling better?” he asked, holding a spatula as bacon sizzled in his pan. He was cooking for everyone.

  “Yeah. I think I was just a bit… spaced out last night,” Andy said. But in reality, he’d just been suffering from a sort of existential crisis all night: could he get past Sarah’s male past? Could he be in a relationship with his old male friend without constantly remembering Sam? The answer came to him late in the night: yes. He couldn’t even seem to remember what Sam looked like. Whenever he tried to think about Sam, he could only muster up the image of Sarah, and it wasn’t long before that mental image was stripping for him and teasing his cock with the tip of her tongue.

  “Well you look better today,” Grant said, and then he turned back to his breakfast.

  Andy found himself looking at Sarah, who was now sitting at the breakfast table, staring out the window into the backyard. She looked peaceful and happy. Her hair was ruffled and she was glowing—probably still revelling in the sex she’d had the night before… But Andy knew he could get past that. He knew that Sarah would fall for him once she got to know him—Grant was just a fling. Lots of girls slept with Grant. He was handsome and tall and muscular. But Andy was the real boyfriend material. He was funny and nice and caring—and he was a good listener. Girls were always telling him that he was a good listener.

  Andy took a seat next to Sarah. “So what are your plans for the day?” he asked.

  “I was hoping to make a trip out to the mall. I really need to get a new pair of jeans if it’s going to start getting colder soon.”

  “The mall, huh?” Andy said. “I actually need a few things from the mall myself. Mind if I tag along?”

  “Sure—that would be great,” Sarah said with that big, cute, warm smile. “It will be like old times.”

  Andy managed to hold his smile, but Sarah’s last sentence finally brought that image of Sam back into his mind. He could now see the young man with the short hair. They used to go to the mall together and hang out around the video game store. The mall was only a few blocks from Sam’s house, and Sam’s parents would always give them twenty bucks to buy whatever they wanted. Usually they would save their twenties over a few weeks so they could buy a new video game. But sometimes they would hit up the candy store and fill giant bags full of sour keys and peach rings and gummy frogs.

  Grant placed a plate down in front of Sarah, and then another one in front of Andy. “I have to work today, but we should all do something tonight,” Grant said.

  Sarah looked up at him with a smile. “Yeah, totally,” she said. Andy’s gut turned as that jealousy returned. He tried to will away that jealousy—he knew it was just temporary. He knew that soon Grant would be the jealous one. But first, Andy needed to get that old image of Sam out from his mind.

  Sarah got ready quickly after breakfast. She only took ten minutes to do her makeup. She tied her hair into a cute ponytail and she slipped into a simple black dress and a pair of black heels. She looked nice—Andy couldn’t wait for the jealousy to burn inside of every man at the mall. “Ready to go?” Sarah said.

  “Ready,” Andy said. They took Sarah’s car, seeing as Andy’s hadn’t been cleaned in a few years (the passenger seat was covered in old McDonald’s bags). Sarah took the back roads to the mall—which surprised Andy. After nearly twenty years, how was she still able to remember all of the shortcuts? When her parents drove us from Andy’s house to her house, they would always take those same back roads. Once again, the image of Sam crept into Andy’s mind. He pushed it away and tried to remind himself that Sam didn’t exist anymore. Now there was only Sarah, and Sarah was a woman.

  Sarah even parked in the same hidden nook in the parking lot where her parents would park when Andy and Sam were young. “Still a secret, huh?” she said. Andy wanted to tell her to stop reminding him about her past, but he knew it was just something he would have to become numb to. And he would eventually become numb to it, right?

  They started their mall journey by hitting up a few women’s clothing stores. Sarah tried on a few different pairs of jeans before she found a pair that she liked. And then she started to admire a pair of faux-leather leggings. “You should try them on,” Andy insisted.

  “I don’t know if they would look right on me,” Sarah said. She was blushing. Andy had seen girls wearing similar leggings at clubs before, and he’d always thought that they looked sexy. So he kept pushing until she caved and tried a pair on. From inside the changing stall, Sarah said, “Yeah—I don’t think these will work.”

  “Show me,” Andy said.

  There was a moment of silent hesitation, and then Sarah emerged from the changing stall. She looked good in the tight faux-leather leggings. Her legs looked so long and perfect—and her ass was killer. But as she turned to the side, he noticed the slight bulge between her legs. That bulge was probably the reason she thought the leggings didn’t work. That bulge made Andy’s heart stutter. He suddenly had a lump in his throat. Sarah reached her hand down the front of her pants and pushed her cock firmly between her legs, hiding as much of the bulge as she could. “What do you think?” she said.

  “I think they look good,” Andy said. “But maybe they aren’t your style.” His heart was still stammering. She slipped back into the changing stall and got back into her little black dress. That bulge was invisible in that little black dress—but now Andy knew it was there, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

  For some reason he’d assumed that she’d undergone a full transformation. He thought she would have a pussy, though he wasn’t sure why he thought that. Had she just not gotten around to getting the operation? Could she not afford it? Or was she happy with her cock? Andy tried not to think of it, but his efforts were futile—it was all he could think about for the rest of the afternoon. Every time Sarah tried something on, his gaze would drift down and he would find himself trying to spot it. He knew it was there.

  In one store, Sarah tried on a very short skirt, which wasn’t even short enough to cover her whole bum. She stepped out from the changing room and did a full spin. And while she was spinning, the short skirt lifted up into the air and Andy caught a brief view of her panties—and he was positive that he could see a tinge of flesh poking out the side of her panties: a little bit of cock, or maybe a bit of testicle. But he knew for sure that he wasn’t seeing a bit of pussy.

  “What did you need to get?” she asked as she stood in that terribly short skirt. At least her legs were long and smooth and feminine. At least her ass was perky and firm. At least her feet were petite and cute in her little heels. “I totally forgot that you said you needed to get some things.”

  Andy was suddenly drawing a blank. He tried to think of something—the first thing that came into his mind. “Shirts,” he said with a monotone voice. “I need to buy some new shirts.”<
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  So the next shop they went into was a men’s clothing store. Andy located a few cheap blank t-shirts and he bought them. As he reached his credit card to the cashier, he noticed his hand was trembling. How long had it been trembling for? Sarah was standing next to him. He could smell her amazing perfume and he could feel that incredible warmth radiating off of her body. But in his head he could still see that image of Sam.

  That image would only go away with time—he was sure of it. He looked over into her eyes and smiled. She smiled back. “It’s only three—is there anything else you want to do while we’re out?” Andy asked.

  “We could see a movie—like old times,” she said. And there was that term again: like old times. Andy tried not to squirm—but he liked the idea of seeing a movie with her. He liked the idea of sitting next to her, smelling that beautiful perfume for a couple hours. He was already fantasizing about putting his arm over her, holding her close—maybe they would see a horror movie. Maybe she would cower into him. Maybe they would kiss. Maybe the theatre would be empty and they would do more than just kiss… And what could they do, exactly?

  CHAPTER VIII

  Sarah was surprised when Andy ordered two tickets to Death Man—a horror movie that had been in theatres for a few months already. Andy didn’t seem like the horror type, and there were so many new movies out that were probably better than Death Man.

  Though it was nice that the theatre was completely empty. They were able to chat as the movie started, without feeling like they were ruining the movie for anyone.

  The movie started with a tense scene. Andy and Sarah both became quiet at they turned their attention to the movie. The main character was walking down a hall after hearing a noise. A shadow moved across the wall behind her. “I don’t do so good with scary movies,” Sarah said.

  Something zipped past the camera, making Sarah jump. She reached over and grabbed tightly onto Andy’s hand. Then she looked over at his hand and then up into his eyes. “Sorry,” she said, letting go quickly.