Gender Swapped Volume Two

by Sophie Pert

  Because Alexander was built. Broad shouldered and muscular he walked with the sure-footed stride of a man who knew how to command attention in a room, who knew that he could handle himself physically if push came to shove.

  His pecs stretched and strained at the fabric of his plain black henley which hugged his upper body and showed the sculpted physique he had worked hard for. I swear I could see every bump of his abdomen, every ridge and valley of his torso as he walked into the room and looked me up and down.

  He had the three buttons of his shirt undone, revealing his collarbone and the line between his pecs with just the slightest hint of chest hair. His sleeves were rolled up, his tight and firm forearms on display, tendons flexing as his fingers strummed invisible strings.

  He wore jeans that were just a bit too tight, hugging his toned thighs and showing off his powerful legs. There was the slightest hint of a bulge, just a bit showing what he was packing without showing it off.

  His face was handsome in an intense and aggressive sort of way. He had the look of a man who surveyed and carefully decided before acting. His jaw was firm, just the slightest hint of carefully manicured stubble fading away as it led up to his high and proud cheekbones.

  He was blonde, a darkish kind of blonde that seemed to pair and contrast that of Emily. His hair wasn’t short nor was it long, it was swept back in waves from his forehead, the sort of confused tousle that had to be carefully manicured and maintained.

  His eyes were cold blue and steely. As soon as you noticed them they would draw you in, lock you under their gaze as he scrutinized you and looked you up and down.

  I found myself turning to show him my best side, pushing out my chest and twisting my body to draw the robe up my thighs to accentuate the length of my legs. I pouted slightly, running a hand nervously through my hair and drawing it back from my face.

  I smiled at him, a small and nervous smile, and it was only when he smiled back that I realized I had been holding my breath.

  I wanted to impress him, I wanted him to find me attractive.

  He did.

  His smile was warm and inviting and he stepped across the room and took my hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and lightly kissing the back of it.

  “You must be Jessica,” he said, turning that steely blue gaze on me once more, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  I felt a blush rise in me and struggled to contain myself. That warmth I had felt when Emily’s naked body was pressed against mine came back, lightly but insistently pushing at the edges of me.

  I was actually a little nervous to meet him. This was absolutely ridiculous.

  But he was so handsome it was completely out of my wheelhouse. I had no idea how to deal with the feelings and emotions building up inside of me.

  Because when Emily had said that I was all-woman she really meant it. Because I knew in my heart of hearts that I had new desires, desires I had never had before.

  I wanted him. This body wanted him.

  And I thought back to all the conversations, all of the times I had talked with Emily and she had told me stories about her time with Alexander.

  I thought about all of the tales of his prowess and skill, and how tempting it was to be able to see it first hand.

  I think my mind was made up.

  “Pleasure to meet you too,” I squeaked out, “You must be Alexander.”

  “Please,” he said, bending up and charming me with his smile, “Call me Alex.”

  I smiled back, at ease standing in front of him for just a moment before the awkwardness of the situation weighed heavily on both of us.

  He may not have known that I was really a man, but he certainly knew that this wasn’t a normal situation. Friends, even friends with benefits, don’t generally get booty called to fuck a complete stranger.

  I could tell from the way he glanced away from me to look at Emily, at the slightly uncomfortable expression on his face, that he was unsure of what to do next.

  And that momentary crack in his facade put me at ease. He wasn’t some all-powerful sex god after all. He was human and prone to some flaws, however small they might be.

  Emily laughed lightly from across the room and came into vision, a perfect image as always she practically glided across the room to my side and stood there with me, looking up at Alex.

  She took my hand in hers and gave it a little reassuring squeeze, but all that served to do was make me blurt out the truth of the situation.

  “God this is awkward,” I said, swallowing hard.

  Alex smiled, sympathetic at first but then he read something deeper in the look I had on my face and asked a question that was loaded with intention, “What do you mean?”

  “Things aren’t exactly what you think,” Emily said, and I nearly ran away. She was going to confess the whole thing and Alexander was going to think I was some kind of weirdo. Oddly that was what concerned me most right there, his impression of me.

  “Jess is a lesbian,” Emily explained, and relief washed over me, “She just got out of a long-term relationship but she’s been a gold star lesbian her whole life, she’s never been with a man. This last relationship has her a bit turned around and now she wants to try it. To try being with a man just once. All of that together… she’s nervous...”

  “Oh,” he said, a broad smile that was anything but innocent spread over his face, “Well there is no need to be nervous.”

  “Still,” Emily said, turning to me, “Maybe I’ll just warm her up a bit.”

  I think at that the smile on Alex's face grew even wider.

  Emily leaned into me as her hand came up to caress my cheek. Her lips connecting with mine and I felt my body react automatically, turning towards her as my hands lightly touched her hips over the soft robe.

  I felt her hand snake around my back, pulling me against her firmly. I felt our breasts press against each other, my nipples hardening and pushing against the fabric of my robe.

  A breath escaped me as she pulled her lips back from mine slightly. The breath was hard and ragged and dripping with arousal. I heard her breath too, Emily just as excited as I was about the prospect of everything that was going to come.

  When we kissed again it was fast and intense and hard, our lips waging war against each other, striking out with purpose in a series of hard passionate presses. Tongues followed lips, pressing in and pressing against each other, struggling to gain ground, to rout each other and press onward.

  Our bodies worked against each other with fierce intensity. I could feel the strength of her hand sliding down my back and grabbing at my ass, squeezing and feeling the pert flesh under her fingers.

  My hands slid up, fingers catching on the belt of her robe and pulling it loose, exposing her bare skin to my robe as my hands slid inside and between our bodies. I felt her breasts, full and firm capped with nipples there was diamond hard and aching for relief.

  She grabbed my robe from the back, tugging on it firmly and loosening it so it slid down slightly. My bare shoulders were exposed to the air and broke our kiss and gasped at the sensation.

  Emily took this opportunity to latch onto my neck, kissing and sucking on the skin there as she traced a line down. And as her kisses trailed down her hands pulled purposefully at my robe until it slipped down, down my arms and to my waist.

  My breasts were bared, hard nipples sliding from the smooth fabric of her robe to the warm touch of her skin. My hands slid up and over her shoulders, drawing her robe off her shoulders and down as well.

  A pause. A swish of fabric as both robes hit the ground simultaneously.

  Kisses resumed, our bare bodies pressed together as hands explored curves and valleys and mountains. As we explored each other.

  I could feel the heat in her, building as I touched her and kissed her. I could feel her heart beat pounding faster and harder, could feel the ragged draws of her breath between our kisses.

  God she was excited.

  And so was I, that steady hea
t I had been feeling since Alex had walked in the room had built up to a memorable pressure. I remembered the volcanic explosion of my orgasm and smiled into my kiss, expecting and wanting and desiring another.

  Emily broke our kiss, both her hands on the side of my head she held me and then pulled me into her. We embraced, loving and aroused with both our bodies crying with need.

  She turned and I did too. We stood in each others arms, two beautiful woman caught in a passionate embrace and we looked over at the man in the room with us.

  Alex was relaxed, sitting in a chair to the side and watching us.

  He had a slight smile on his face, obviously interested in the sight before him, and that interest was only made more evident by the now undeniable bulge in his pants.

  “Come here,” Emily said, quietly.

  Alex stood and crossed the room.

  In the heat of the moment he seemed so big. So big as to be enormous and oh so imposing. I felt tiny beside him as he stepped up to the both of us, as he was merely inches away.

  “Kiss him,” Emily instructed me, turning my body and almost pushing me into him.

  I was now so close to him I could feel the heat of his body radiate against mine. I looked down and saw my hard nipples so very close to him, my breasts just barely brushing against the front of his shirt.

  He hooked a finger under my chin and turned my face up to look at him. I lost myself in his steely blue eyes and then he ducked down towards me and I let my eyes flutter closed.

  I felt his lips touch mine, a sensation that was ultimately and completely unfamiliar to me. There was a force behind his kiss that was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, a harsh masculinity that pulsed through my body and left an ache in my belly.

  His hand lightly snaked around the back of my neck, holding me still as I relaxed into his kiss.

  I let my hands come up between us as I pushed my body forward. They pressed against the wide flat firmness of his chest, feeling the hard muscle of his pecs flex as he moved a little more. His hands explored me, slowly and surely pressing on and pausing every once in a while as I tensed involuntarily under his touch.

  But all that involuntary tension melted away as my body reacted to him. I felt him touching me and an excitement grew in me that was undeniable and irrepressible.

  Oh god I wanted him.

  And here in this room, with Emily so close by my side, I had no fear of what might happen to me, to who I was at the core of my being.

  I was a man, I was straight, I was not interested in other men.

  But that is who I was, and who I would be again in the future.

  All of that was irrelevant.

  Because right now I was in the present, and in the present none of that applied.

  In the moment I was a woman, a woman who craved the touch of a man. Who wanted to be wanted by a man, to be pleased by a man, to take a man inside of me and feel him pulse between my legs. Hard and firm and thick.

  So I mewled a bit in his arms and squirmed with excitement and delight when his hands cupped my ass and squeezed them. I felt the security of his masculine grasp, his hands just slightly rough and calloused but undeniably firm and strong.

  My fingers spread out and felt his upper body, felt the hard muscle of his form as he flexed beneath my touch. He was hard and muscular, the feel of him just as delightful as the sight of him had been.

  Two things happened at once, I felt his tongue dart into my mouth and moaned with excitement, and I felt his fingers slide down and in. Between my thighs.

  The tips of his fingers brushed my quivering sex and I jumped and shuddered as I moaned. The feel of his strong digits brushing against my gentle sex sent a wave of pleasure washing through my body. I arched my back and pressed myself into him, a tremble of excitement running through me as I felt just how much his touch was satisfying my needs.

  And building more in me.

  I wanted more than just his fingers brushing against me.

  I wanted everything.

  He dipped a finger inside of me, feeling the wetness of my sex and forcing me to break our kiss.

  As his finger slid in deeper I buried my head in his chest, clenched my eyes shut, and let out a long and low moan.

  He pulled back from me, his finger slipping out of me as quickly as it had slipped in. I felt his hands leave me for just a moment and I stood shaking in the room.

  Slowly I opened them to see Emily peeling the shirt off his upper body. His full chest was revealed to me, just as sculpted and perfect as I had imagined it would be.

  Emily gave him a light kiss on one of his pecs and then slipped around behind him, pushing him back to me.

  He kissed me again and it was just as amazing as before but all I could concentrate on, all I could feel was the sensation of my nipples crushed against his hard and hairy chest. THe feeling of them sliding against him caused an ache that spread through my body, satisfaction only coming when his hands touched me.

  And I was lucky.

  Because his touch had resumed in earnest, he was running his hands all over me, feeling every last bit of me as if he couldn’t get enough.

  The sensation of his firm touch on my hot body pushed the breath out of me, made me take deep and gasping breaths as I struggled to contain myself and find some balance there.

  I lost myself in his arms, held up only by him I relied on him fully for everything.

  His lips left mine and traced a trail down my neck and across the tops of my breasts. Kisses became licks became nibbles as he tasted my body and enjoyed the fruit of his labours.

  I knew exactly what Emily was talking about now, how skilled Alexander truly was.

  He knew how to work my body into a frenzy, cooling and then drawing heat out from me so that at no time was I fully satisfied or unsatisfied. I craved him, like a drug I needed him to touch me and feel me and want me. I needed him to never stop what he was doing.

  I heard the clink of a belt unlatching and the zip of a zipper and my thighs felt his bare skin on them. Emily had been behind him, undoing his pants and sliding them down to the ground.

  My skin was hypersensitive and my upper thighs felt the fabric of his boxers but nothing else.

  He was wearing only that.

  My hands slid down and around to cup her pert butt and squeeze it. His ass was hard and firm and it tensed under my touch.

  I felt Emily then, standing behind him and pressing her bare body against his back. My hands were trapped between his ass and her thighs and still his tongue and lips kept up their insistent movements along my upper body.

  With a gasp I felt him take my nipple into his mouth for the first time, felt his tongue flick at it while his lips sucked on it and I moaned with the feeling.

  “Lay her down,” I heard Emily instruct him.

  His lips broke away from my breast and his hands gripped my hips. He lifted me up and placed me on the bed, lying at the very edge.

  I felt the bed shift as a heavy weight laid down next to me and my eyes fluttered open to see Alex beside me. He leaned in and kissed me again on the lips, his tongue immediately and insistently pressing into my mouth.

  His hands slid up my belly and over my breasts. He fondled and felt them with both hands, taking his time to cup and squeeze them.

  Then I felt two more hands on me, sliding up my thighs and pushing them apart. I felt the flick of long hair against the inside of my thighs and I felt the kiss of feminine lips pressing against my sex.

  Emily snaked her tongue out to taste me while Alex pressed his tongue into my mouth. I just relaxed and let them pleasure me.

  I felt Emily lick up and down my slit, her tongue wasn’t teasing this time, she knew that wasn’t necessary. I felt her dipping into me and sliding up to flick and tease the nub of my clit. I concentrated on it, memorizing the pattern she repeated over and over again, memorizing the feel of it working on my body.

  Alex took my hand in his, sliding it down his hard torso until I felt
my fingers brush against his boxers. The fabric felt so rough in comparison to all of the soft flesh I had felt all day, but I didn’t mind, my attention was instead focused on the pulsing heat inside of it.

  He was hard, hard and enormous and twitching. My fingers fumbled against the front of his boxers, sliding up and down, feeling the length of him. Oh god he felt so long.

  I had to know what his bare skin felt like.

  I slipped my hand up to the waistband of his boxers and fumbling pulled them down. His hard cock sprang forth and I felt it’s girth slap against my thigh.

  Both my hands were focused on a single purpose now, taking his length in my hands and feeling it.

  Every single inch of it.

  I wanted to memorize the touch, the bulging veins and his bulbous head. His heavy and pendulous balls dusted with light and wiry hair. With my naked touch he felt enormous and unseemly. He felt too big to be real. He existed in the world of pure fantasy.

  Emily had shifted her focus and her tongue was darting in and out of my hole. Her tongue was fixed on the point, drilling into me again and again with short and rapid thrusts.

  My hips moved unconsciously, bucking against her as she pleased and satisfied me.

  When she slid up I had a moments regret at the loss of her, but she kissed and sucked my clit hard and purposeful and my needs were instantly satisfied.

  Alex meanwhile continued kissing me, breaking from my lips to trail down my neck as he sucked the skin there and turned my head away from all of this.

  My neck was arched, giving him full access to it as my lips opened wide and I moaned and cried, “Oh god yes.”

  My hands continued to stroke him, falling into a rhythm up and down the length of him, feeling him out entirely.

  And Emily continued her movement upwards, sliding up my body and letting me feel every inch of her on me. I felt her dart to the side, quickly, and sensed her head near my hands. A quick tensing of Alex at my neck gave me the answer of just what it was she was doing, and when she resumed her movement up my body I felt the slick sensation of her saliva on the head of his cock and smiled.