by Sophie Pert
“I had an idea,” she said, and then she stepped in to kiss me.
She held me in her arms and she kissed me deeply and I felt my heart flutter. I felt her body pressing against mine, and the sensation was entirely new and entirely different. It was satisfying in an all new way.
My hands went to her hips as hers slid up to hold my head. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into me.
Our breasts were pressed together, the soft and smooth fabric of my robe brushing against my skin. I felt it draw across my nipple and sighed at the sensation, sighed into her mouth as I let mine part slightly and invited her tongue inside.
She pressed it in, slipping it past my lips and letting it dance across my tongue. Each time it pressed into me I felt my excitement grow, my anticipation of something more, of what comes next.
Her hands released my head, slipping down and under the folds of my robe they parted them easily and fell onto the bare skin of my hips. She pushed me backwards, navigating me back into the bedroom without our lips breaking.
My hands fumbled at the tie of her robe and I pulled it off. Our hands moved in unison, sliding the robes off each others bodies until we were both bared.
Then our lips parted and we stood, taking heaving breaths and staring at each other. She was beautiful, just as beautiful as she had been every time I had seen her. Emily never failed to take my breath away.
I looked down at myself, seeing a female body from this perspective as I never had before. My hands reached up to cup and lift my breasts, feeling the subtle push of their skin, the soft heat radiating from them. I slid a tentative finger between my legs and felt the familiar dampness of a woman.
“So this change includes everything?” I asked.
“Everything,” she said with a smile.
“I’m all woman right now?” I looked down at myself and back up at her.
She stepped into me, peeling my hand out from between my legs, “Almost. 99 percent.”
She led me to the bed and as she walked me she said, “You can feel everything a woman can feel, can experience everything. Except it’s temporary and there are certain restrictions. You can’t get pregnant, can’t get a period. But aside from that-”
She pushed me onto the bed, letting me fall on my back and sliding up my body to straddle me. With her lips an inch away from mine she continued, “Aside from that you’re all woman. Now let me show you how good a woman can feel.”
Emily kissed me, hard and fast and passionate. Her tongue pressed into my mouth and I let my arms fall around the back of her head and pull her down to me.
Our tongues danced with intensity, pressing and pulling at each other and darting across teeth and lips as we relaxed into each other and began our gentle exploration. Hands moving slowly at first, cautiously, we took our time exploring each other, sliding up and down soft and smooth skin with the gentle press of fingertips as we worked at each other.
I sighed into her mouth as she slid her hands down and over my hips. Her touch was so gentle, so slow and so light that it almost tickled. It danced on the edge of arousal and amusement as I tried to relax into things, to let myself melt into her and let her dictate the flow of my body.
And I did, I let her guide me, her fingers manipulating my strings as skillfully as a puppeteer. I stopped acting and reacted instead, my body flowing into her and moving in time to her.
We danced horizontally on the bed, our bodies coming together and parting like the flow of the tide, our skin sliding against one another as our excitement built.
My hands snaked out, sliding up her thighs and grabbing her pert and perky bottom. I squeezed it lightly, feeling her body push back against my touch and then I released. I slid up her back, fingers turning to nails as I gently raked them up her lower back and then slid around and over her waist to slide between our two bodies and dart up.
Fingers pressed against the swell of her breasts as she leaned into me I pressed on, sliding over her bosom and grasping them fully in my hands. I took them in my hands, holding her breasts and feeling them, the gentle swell of her flesh and the heat of her body.
Then releasing I slid them up and over her shoulders, feeling the curve of her neck and tangling my delicate fingers in her tumble of hair.
I felt a tremble come over my body as the heat built between us, and I felt the gentle draw of her hard nipples as they drew across my upper chest. She slid down my body then, taking her time to let me feel her press down against me and then pull away. All the way down my body she left trails of heat where her body touched mine and blissful islands of cool where her lips pressed into me, a trail of kisses all the way down me.
All the way.
Down my neck, my breasts, my stomach. Down between my legs and then there they stopped.
I felt the heat of her breath on my thighs as she teased me. Craning my neck I saw the tangle of her hair hovering between my thighs.
Moaning, whimpering, shifting I waited for her to go on, to continue to touch me, to feel me. To taste me
But she teased instead, refusing to give me my satisfaction, refusing to sate me.
My body craved it, it needed it. It bucked and shifted, my hips pushing down against her, pressing her on. I grabbed at her hair, my hands pulling her into me as she resisted with a strength I never fully realized she had. She held out and left me wanting.
I could feel her smile, her mocking glee at my trembling need. Her knowledge that she had me right where she wanted me, that I was absolutely at her mercy.
Then she relented, she pressed forward and her lips touched me and I sighed with relief.
I felt her kiss between my legs, pressing herself against my trembling sex and soothing the need inside of me. My whole body shook with relief, waves of it washing over me as I relaxed into her and registered what she was doing to me.
I lay back and closed my eyes, letting my hands fall to my sides, feeling the cool of the sheets between my fingers as I stretched out languid and relaxed.
Emily let her hands slide up around my thighs, her fingers gripping me and holding me still. Once again she surprised me with the strength in her, the ability for her to hold me still and stationary with just her hands.
Then she surprised me so much more.
At first she had kissed me gentle and slow, a trail up and down my slit as she kissed against the heat thrumming between my thighs. I could feel the gentle pull of her skin against mine as she played with me, pressed into me and pulled at me slightly as she pulled away, our skin still lightly connected.
Then her tongue snaked out, sudden and quick and hard it darted out and slid up my slit from bottom to top before pulling away and being replaced again with kisses. It was so sudden, so unexpected. It caught me off guard and left me second guessing whether it had ever even happened at all.
But I was so certain it had, the remains of it were left imprinted on me, the insistent and forceful press of her tongue inside of me, darting between the lips of my sex and parting them, dashing into the hole inside of me and filling it up with her skillful tongue.
And then, just as I had rationalized that I must have imagined it away, it happened again. But this time it wasn’t just a slight press, it wasn’t quick at all. This time it was slow and long and deliberate.
It was a statement.
She was telling me what had happened, that I hadn’t imagined it. That she was licking me.
And the first one followed with a second and then replaced itself with kisses once more as I moaned out loudly and squirmed beneath her.
The grip of her fingers hardened, holding me still as I threatened to buck against her with the need for a repeat performance. She held out as my movements became more frantic, more frenetic until finally she gave in once more.
This time it was quick once again and I sighed with relief and then squealed with pleasure as her tongue didn’t stop. It continued upwards and hit the top of my sex, the tiny nub hidden away there that I had never even realized could be so amazingl
y stimulating before.
She dragged her tongue across my clit and I cried out loud and long with the feeling.
A sharp and powerful wave of pleasure arched through my body and made my whole body tense with desperate satisfaction. It was so unlike anything I had ever experienced before, so much better so much more. It was better than any orgasm I had ever had, so unbelievably powerful that I couldn’t have imagined it in my wildest dreams.
“Good, isn’t it?” she asked between my thighs.
“Yes,” I moaned loudly, “I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.”
“Oh honey,” she said with a small smile, “That wasn’t an orgasm.”
She attacked me with renewed energy, determined to prove that I could feel so much better, could feel so much more.
Her tongue moved quickly, tracing difficult to follow patterns up and down and across and inside of me. Every so often she would dart across the nub of my clit, the tip of her tongue or a long flat swipe as she stroked pleasure into me.
Everytime she did it would send an arc of pleasure through me, making my body tense as I rocked out waves of pleasure that ran riot through me. My body tensed and released again and again, rebounding like a rubber band as she plucked at me, played me so well, so very skillfully.
Each time that arc spread through me it left me tense with need and desire. It tightened me, pulling all of my muscles taut and making it so much more difficult to relax, to let the tension seep out of my muscles.
I could feel my body flexing and twitching as she played with me, as she tasted me. I could feel the heat rising.
Building inside of me, a pressure and heat like the intensity of a volcano, sending out shockwaves as it intensified that stood as a reminder, as a warning signal of what was to come.
She was so right.
That wasn’t an orgasm, it wasn’t even close to how absolutely powerful and overwhelming an orgasm was. It didn’t compare.
As my whole body was pushed over the edge, as the volcano inside of me let loose and exploded I was unable to control myself. My body rocked as I tensed as felt the heat of my pleasure overwhelm me.
I cried out loud and long as my body shook with desperate satisfaction. My whole body vibrated as one as the tension ratcheted up and left me a quivering mess.
Then it let go all at once and I slumped against the bed, the cry turning to a long low moan as I twitched once, twice, and again.
My body relaxed and released as I slumped to the bed, my whole body releasing all of the tension as I melted into the sheets.
I felt her kiss my thigh, her tight fingers releasing me as she slid up my body and lay down beside me on the bed.
We both giggled, relaxing in each other's arms as we embraced in post-coital bliss and felt the soft warmth of the feminine body lying beside us.
After a long and slow kiss I stared deep into her eyes with a look heavy with love and satisfaction.
“Oh god,” I whispered, “That was amazing. You’re so right, that orgasm was overpowering.”
She smiled and kissed me once lightly on the lips before responding, “You see, and with you being in this body you can know what it feels like. You can know what feels good and what feels amazing and learn first hand how to make a woman feel amazing.”
“You’re so right,” I said with a smile, “I can’t wait to continue this little experiment.”
“I’m so glad you think that way,” she glanced at the clock on the bedside behind me, “Because the truth is this wasn’t the only surprise I had today.”
“More surprises?” I said, a thrill of excitement running through my body, “I can’t even imagine what could be better than this.”
“Umm,” she said, a look that was a bit nervous coming over her face, “Well I hope this is a good surprise.”
“What is it?” I asked, curious.
She repeated those same words from earlier, “Do you trust me?”
It was a question I could answer implicitly and easily, without thinking of anything. I did trust her, wholeheartedly, and so I nodded, “Yes.”
She smiled, but the smile was uncertain and it wavered on the edge of uncertainty.
Then I heard the knock at her front door.
It thudded through the house, resounded and echoing through it and making me realize just what kind of surprise she might have for me.
“Who is that?” I asked, almost not wanting the answer.
“Alexander,” she answered, and I felt the bottom fall out of me.
Alexander, her ex.
“What the hell?” I asked, pulling away from her and struggling to control the volume of my voice.
“I love you and I just want us to be happy,” she reassured me but it felt anything but reassuring.
I stared at her, incredulous, words sputtering as I struggled for something to say. How could she say she loved me when she invited her ex here for what was obvious. She invited him here to enjoy each other as only two familiar ex’s could.
She seemed to understand what I was thinking, to read it in my face or my body language. She seemed to understand and try to cut off that train of thought before I ran away with it.
“No,” she said, her blue eyes flashing, “He’s not here for me. He’s here for you.”
The words hung heavy in the air as I tried to process them. Here, for me? It just didn’t make any sense.
“What?” I cried, my voice rising in pitch and timbre, “I’m not going to have sex with Alexander!”
There was a silence that fell between us, and Emily looked genuinely hurt. I realized my reaction was so unlike me, I wasn’t the type to ever raise my voice. Especially not to her.
But surely she didn’t think I could just do this. I could just sleep with Alexander.
Could sleep with a man.
That just wasn’t who I was. I was in the body of a woman right now but I wasn’t one. I was a man, a straight man in a long-term relationship with a woman. I didn’t do things like that.
“Not even for me?” she asked, and at that I had to stop and consider it.
Because the truth was that for her I might.
I cared about Emily, I cared about her so much it hurt sometimes. That was the whole reason I had gone blindly into this. But was I willing to go this far?
“Just think about,” Emily said, trying to reassure me as she slid from the bed and wrapped herself in her robe, “Just consider it. You don’t have to make any difficult decisions right here and now and if you decide you don’t want to go through with this you don’t have to.”
She crossed the room and took my face in her hands, her touch was gentle and light and reassuring, “And trust me when I tell you that I won’t judge you. I know this is a lot to ask. Maybe too much to ask. But all I ask of you is that you think about it.”
She kissed me lightly and I felt my heart skip a beat and then I heard my voice, this new feminine voice ask lightly and almost hopefully, “But what will he think?”
“He doesn’t know about any of this,” she said, her tone one of trying to disguise amusement, “He doesn’t know I’m in a relationship right now and he doesn’t have the slightest clue who you are, who you really are. He thinks you’re just a friend, an old friend named Jess who is in town for a little while after a bad breakup and is looking for some fun. He thinks this is just a regular no-strings attached kind of encounter.”
She stepped back from me and crossed to the door, turning back once to look at me spread out on the bed, “Just think about it.”
Then she was gone and I was alone with my thoughts.
And I found that in that absence I really was thinking about it. I really was considering doing this. Which was frankly ridiculous.
Alexander, I scoffed to myself as I slipped off the bed and pulled on the robe, it had to be Alexander.
Emily and Alexander had dated for a while a while back, a few years ago. She had told me about him when we ran through our histories and when it came to Alexander
Emily always had a sort of wistful way of talking about him.
Everyone has that person they almost ended up with, the one who hit all the right buttons and could have been the one had it not been for the timing being just off. The sort of person who you always had perfect chemistry with, who was almost perfect for you.
Alexander wasn’t that person to Emily.
He was the other kind of ex you think fondly of.
They had never had a chance, Alexander didn’t hit the right buttons at all. Their personalities clashed, their intellects never matched up, their interests didn’t align.
Except in the bedroom.
Alexander and Emily had been incredibly compatible in the bedroom, which was why she always had that look in her eye when she talked about him.
Though I was certain she would never go back with him, certain that they would stay separate, there was a part of me that was jealous of Alexander. Afterall, as Emily had confessed to me late one night after a few too many, Alexander was the ‘best she had ever had’.
I would be the one Emily would be with long term, but in many ways Alexander was my polar opposite. Handsome and muscular, on the surface with the two of them standing together they looked like a couple that fit. They were compatible physically, but they just didn’t have the spark between them that existed between me and Emily.
Still I couldn’t help it, chalk it up to my animal brain but I couldn’t help but feel that twinge of jealousy.
It only got worse when he walked into the room.
I will confess that I had looked him up, one late night after Emily had already gone to sleep. I needed to know who this man was who had so thoroughly rocked his world. I needed to see what he looked like.
So I had an idea in my mind, an image of him from all of the pictures he had shared with the world on the internet. I figured I knew what he looked like.
But as soon as he walked through the door he took my breath away.
Alexander truly was Emily’s equal, and while she cut a figure that would make heads turn, that would make all of the women jealous and all of the men drool, Alexander did just the same.
He was tall, not skyscraper level or anything. He stood probably about half a head above the tallest person I’d ever met but he didn’t need to slouch to get through doorways or anything and on him the height was proportional and necessary.