"You know, the usual stuff. We get dressed up really hot, drink too much, flirt with some guys and see if we get lucky."
I had a feeling that Kate didn't mean "get lucky" exactly the way my male buddies and I meant it. For us it just meant getting laid, pretty much by anyone we could get. I really doubted that we would have much trouble finding two guys who wanted to fuck us, so I assumed she meant having the good "luck" of hooking up with a couple of cute guys who knew how to pleasure a woman. Or maybe her inner slut was just telling her to get laid by anybody.
It sounded like fun so I kept Friday evening clear and tried to figure out what to wear on my first girl's night out excursion. I was reluctant to ask Kate too much about it because I didn't want to seem like a total novice. Then I came up with a way to pick her brain without revealing my total lack of experience in this area.
"Hey, what are you wearing on Friday," I asked her on the phone later in the week. "I don't want to end up looking like the fucking Bobbsey Twins."
She described her planned attire in detail, and I actually jotted down a few notes as she did. I got the basic idea of what was called for. Dressy, but a little revealing. Nothing too slutty, but something that suggested fun and flirtation...and maybe a little more.
I was actually beginning to understand concepts like that, which was a little scary. Clothes used to be clothes. You put something on when you had to. As a man working in construction jeans or shorts, depending on the weather, and a t-shirt was office attire. Still was for a woman too, but I didn't have much experience "dressing to impress" in my previous life. If it was cold I put on something warm. If it was warm I put on something cool. Women could basically follow that same kind of casual advice, but there was a whole extra layer of psychology that could be employed when choosing what to wear.
For example, when I interviewed for my job I deliberately accentuated my breasts by making sure that my shirt was tight enough to show the outline of my boobs clearly, and that there was enough cleavage to suggest that if I leaned forward just right one might catch a glimpse of something hidden.
If I wanted to go jogging I could put on some baggy gym shorts or squeeze into some skin tight pants that would give me an intentional camel toe, if I wanted to call attention to my pubic area. Likewise the lack of a bra was a surefire way to draw attention to my boobs. Of course those were the more obvious things. Anything that revealed a lot of skin, or made me look more naked despite wearing clothes was bound to catch the eye of most men.
What I was also learning was how much women tend to dress for the benefit of other women's approval even more than trying to look hot for a guy. This was a whole different field of scientific research and had to do with the type of fabrics involved, the colors or patterns of those fabrics, the length of the skirt or dress, or whether to wear pants instead of a skirt. From an economical standpoint it was good to have versatile clothing that could be sort of mixed and matched or worn in layers to create a variety of different looks for different occasions.
It seemed that what you wore sort of made a statement so you had to think about what you were saying rather carefully. The same exact woman could look like an innocent virgin or a street walking hooker based entirely on how she dressed and how she did her hair and makeup. And there was a really good chance that people would treat her as either a virgin or a whore by the way she looked regardless of her personality or how she was behaving.
Like a lot of female things I was kind of annoyed by the bother of it all at the start but by now it was becoming second nature. And there was a type of power in it too, just as Dr. Farnum had suggested. It was the power to project an image based on something very superficial. And when it came to men I knew damn well that I could have them eating out of the palm of my hand, if I wanted to, based on my wardrobe selections, even if I wasn't the most naturally beautiful woman in the room.
When Kate and I hit the town on Friday night I thought we both looked fantastic. She was a little classier in a tight dress and heels, but I thought I was really rocking my miniskirt and boots outfit and in many ways our choices suited our personalities better. Kate was much better at being elegant and I was much more at home feeling like a rocker chick. We still both looked totally appropriate for the evening's festivities but I think we also kind of put our own personal stamp on our appearance. That made me feel really good, for some dumb reason. If we "got lucky" our clothes were just going to end up on the floor soon enough anyway.
CHAPTER 12:
"So it wasn't until I got all the way to my hotel, checked in, and was going over my voicemail when I realized I was in the wrong Springfield. I was in Illinois and I was supposed to be in Massachusetts!"
That got a good laugh from the rest of us seated at the table. It wasn't all that funny a joke but I was tipsy enough to find it amusing and he told the story pretty well. The "he" in question was a middle-aged businessman name Gary, who I guessed was about 40 or so. He was in town on business with his somewhat younger partner or associate named Danny, and we had been sitting with them for a while now.
We had flirted with any number of men earlier in the evening but Gary and Danny had managed to persuade us to join them in a more private conversation at a table. Needless to say they were happy to keep the drinks flowing and even more needless to say we hadn't paid for a thing all night.
Gary seemed pretty taken with Kate and his hands sort of drifted all over her throughout the conversation. On her shoulders, on her hands, on her thigh under the table...maybe under her dress for all I knew. That left me with Danny, who was no less grabby, and he definitely got his hand under my skirt although he didn't go too far once he was there. I think he was just dipping his toe in the water to see how I would react.
"Speaking of hotels, Danny and I have a rather nice room at the Hyatt just around the corner," said Gary, who was of course the only one who had mentioned hotels at all so far. "It's got a couple of big comfortable beds and if you get hungry along the way we can always order room service. We're on an expense account."
I had a feeling that Gary and Kate had a lot of experience with this sort of hookup, although Kate was usually the out-of-towner with a hotel room, comfortable bed, and room service. It seemed like a sort of higher class variation on the old pickup a one-night-stand at a bar thing that I was familiar with. The fact that it appeared that all four of us would be going back to the same room added an extra twist.
Although their hotel was close enough to walk to we insisted on driving everybody over there, and they insisted on paying for valet parking, which we gladly accepted. The guys would be ending up at the hotel anyway, and our car would be safe for however long we stayed, so things were squared away and secure in no time at all. Through the lobby, up the elevator, down the hall, and into their room. The closer we got to that door the more aggressive the guys became. Danny even started kissing me while Gary was getting the card in the electronic lock, which took a couple of tries because apparently he kept putting it in backwards or upside down or something. Hopefully he'd have better aim with his cock, I thought.
Once inside there was a little more kissing, but not too much. The men started to get undressed so we did likewise. I was curious to see Kate's underwear. It was black and frilly and looked kind of expensive. I was sporting some very sheer pink panties and matching bra. I have to admit that I had developed quite a fondness for that color, whatever the psychological reason might be. This was the first time I had seen Kate that bare, but a few moments later I saw the whole package and I liked what I saw. It pleased me that I could still appreciate the sight of a naked woman. Hopefully that meant that I wouldn't have much trouble going back to my old habits once my tour of duty was completed as a girl and hopefully I would never have to think about whether to swallow or not swallow a man's cum again.
Everyone was now totally naked, except me, because Danny asked me to keep my boots on. I didn't mind. They were surprisingly comfortable now that they were broken in and after I h
ad gotten used to wearing them.
Each man went and sat on the foot of his bed, his hard prick sticking up in the air. It was almost like a prepared routine, which maybe it was for all I knew.
"Well ladies...come and get it," said Gary with a grin as he opened his arms like a showman presenting the next act.
Kate went over to where Gary was sitting and got down on her knees in front of him. I got in front of Danny but kind of squatted down on my heels, which felt a little more comfortable in the boots I was wearing. Both guys seemed to be a bit above average in the dick department, which didn't really surprise me. Most men would have to be pretty confident about their cocks to be willing to whip it out like that in front of another man.
Although I tried not to I found myself glancing over at Kate quite a bit as the two of us were giving head to these strangers. I was incredibly turned on by the whole setup, but it really aroused me to watch my gal pal sucking off her date. I was also really curious to see how she did it, not that you can really tell all that much from looking at someone across the room. I envied her experience and knew that she had done this far more than I had, but I was definitely catching up.
Kate and I had become friends simply because we were both women and lived across the hall from each other. If I lived on a different floor who knows what I would be doing now? But because she had knocked on my door, and because I had let her in and given her ice cream in her time of need, we were now both on the floor in front of two strange men with their cocks in our mouths. Of course if you wound back the tape even further I wasn't even a woman a year ago at this time and would never have been doing anything sexually with another man at all. If I were still that guy I sure wouldn't object to looking down and seeing Kate's full lips wrapped around my throbbing member, I thought, which was probably a strange thing to be thinking while giving a man head.
I did sort of wonder what Gary and Danny thought about us, which was a little more relevant to our current circumstances. I hoped they felt like they hit the jackpot. I know I would have had I been in their place. But I also sort of suspected that I'd have a hard time respecting any woman who would just prance up to my room and start sucking me off for the price of a few drinks and valet parking. Of course there was still that offer of room service on the table so I might be able to jack my price up a little before the night was through.
That was one of the problems of having all of those male memories. I had a habit of transposing my own masculine thoughts on whatever man I was with. Much of the time that was good because I could anticipate what the man might want and enjoy, but sometimes it made me feel like I was too much of a slut. I couldn't honestly think of any good reason at all not to be a slut, but I knew that men sort of had a love/hate relationship with that kind of a woman. It was the sort of a woman that you really wanted to fuck but you knew that she'd probably fuck just about anybody and that took away some of the pride of the accomplishment of getting her in the sack.
Well, there was no point in worrying about that now, I figured. I was here and having a lot of fun and at least I wasn't the only whore in the room. These guys seemed nice enough and they deserved a BJ as much as the next man. Hopefully it would make their whole trip worthwhile regardless of how their business enterprise worked out.
When I looked over and noticed that Kate had gotten up and was now perched on top of Gary's cock with her knees on the bed and her legs draped over his I scrambled to adopt the same posture. This time it was the guys I noticed exchanging grins as we crazy sluts began to ride their pricks.
"Fuck baby, that's the spot...yeah...right there...right there," I heard Kate purring.
I had to look over again and once more was thrilled by the view. Kate looked so sexy with her hands tucked behind her head, gliding gracefully up and down on Gary's cock while her beautiful breasts were bouncing freely, much as mine were doing at the moment. It was sort of like looking into a mirror since we were in the same position doing the same thing at the same time. I'd never seen myself having sex with a man and it made me think it might be interesting to videotape it sometime so that I could analyze it later...or just get off on the thrill of watching myself getting boned.
"Give it to me...fucking give it to me Manny...fucking give it to me!" I suddenly found myself blurting out as I was reaching a happy point.
"Danny," my date corrected me.
"Whatever. Shut the fuck up and give me your hard fucking cock you big fucking animal!"
With that I grabbed his head rather roughly and shoved my tongue into his mouth. I think I might have actually terrified the poor guy.
"Your friend seems to be really enjoying herself," Gary chuckled as he looked over at me. "What about you? Are you enjoying yourself, honey?"
"You know it, baby. Just keep doing what you're doing. You're hitting all the right spots," Kate replied.
What followed then was mostly a period of moaning, grunting, and the sound of two beds being bounced on rather vigorously, plus the steady thumping sound of two pussies riding two cocks. Kate had her own unique sounds which tended to be slower and a bit deeper than mine. When I really got going I started whimpering like a puppy. Even Kate's girly noises were more elegant than mine. I didn't care. I was fucking cumming all over that guy's dick and wondering why the hell he hadn't cum yet after all the fucking and sucking we had done.
As it turned out Danny did finish first, and this time I took the initiative instead of waiting for Kate to do it and then copying her. The moment I felt that first hot jet leaving his prick I hopped off and shoved his cock back in my mouth. I let him fill me up with his jizz then showed it to him on my tongue before swallowing it all down in one big gulp. When I displayed my tongue again it was clean as a whistle.
Gary finished soon thereafter which left us with that kind of awkward feeling where it wasn't clear whether the show was over or just getting started.
"Anybody hungry?" Gary asked cheerfully, breaking the silence. "We could order some room service and maybe you girls would like to have a little fun while we wait for it to be delivered."
I looked at Kate and she looked at me and we both kind of nodded slowly.
"Sure, sounds like a great idea," said Kate. "Now who's got that menu?"
CHAPTER 13:
After placing our meal orders Kate and I got right down to business. We climbed up on the bed, that was presumably Gary's, and got on our knees in front of each other as we began to kiss and caress rather slowly. The taste of Danny's cum was still strong in my mouth but Kate still tasted incredibly sweet and delicious as our tongues met.
"Have you ever been with a woman, sweetie?" Kate whispered in my ear.
"Oh yeah," I replied truthfully.
"Me, too," said Kate. "This should be a lot of fun."
Although I had been completely honest about having previous sexual experience with women I soon realized that it didn't totally prepare me for how one woman makes love to another. Unless Kate had a strap on dildo in her purse, which I suppose wouldn't have totally surprised me, it looked like we would have to do whatever we were going to do sans penis.
Once again I let Kate take the lead so when she started to fondle my tits I began to play with hers. Then we started rubbing them together, which was insanely sexy.
"You have the cutest boobs," said Kate as we flicked our nipples together.
"Yours are bigger," I pointed out.
"But yours are so pert and perky. I think if you were to design the perfect breasts they'd look just like that. Add your nipples look so yummy I've just got to have a taste."
I clutched at my friend's back as she took one of my nipples between her lips and began to suck on it with gentle passion. I felt kind of guilty because I had tried to design my idea of the perfect breasts and they had turned out remarkably well. I had thought about asking for bigger tits but on the design template they showed me these just looked so natural and well-proportioned. Hearing Kate gush over them I felt like I had made the right choice.
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As she sucked on my nipples Kate slid a hand between my legs and started to play with my pussy so I followed her lead once more. When both my right and left buttons had been thoroughly sucked I took my turn as the designated nipple sucker of the moment. Her tits were so big and round and squeezable that I kind of swung back the other way and wondered whether I needed an upgrade but I guess the grass is always greener in somebody else's bra, or something like that.
Suddenly Kate pushed me on my back and I thought she was about to climb between my legs but she flipped herself around and straddled my body so that her pussy was in my face and mine was in hers. What followed was what I can only describe as a sort of a pussy licking competition.
We lapped at each other with reckless abandon and tried to use our fingers to poke and rub as well. I think I had a slight advantage, as far as positioning was concerned, because with her ass in my face I only need to crane my neck a bit to get a full range of bean licking options and could even stick a finger in her ass if I wanted to, which I did. She had to hang her head upside down and really burry it in my muff so I figured the judges would add extra points for difficulty.
The judges, as it turned out, were so mesmerized by the display in front of them that they didn't even notice the room service guy banging on the door. It wasn't until the man started calling out "room service" as he knocked that Gary finally realized that the food had arrived and sprang up to get the door. We didn't stop for a second even as the delivery boy wheeled in our cart and stood transfixed for a moment, as captivated as the other two men in the room. Gary quickly signed off on everything and tried to give the guy a tip, which he refused.
"No tip will be necessary sir. This is the best delivery I've ever made in my life. I feel like I should be paying you!" he said in wonder as he slowly backed out of the room and the door was shut again.
I was actually pretty hungry for the Cobb salad I had ordered but I was still happily feasting on Kate's yummy taco so I wasn't going anywhere until I was certain that she had cum and cum hard. I felt quite proud of myself when her juices started flowing and her body gave the unmistakable signs of a woman having an orgasm. I wasn't far behind her and we were both able to savor the sweet nectar of womanhood simultaneously before winding down with some slow kissing.
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