A new experience.

Instead of just saying what was on her mind, Natalie once again asked for consent. Naomi knew that if she didn't really drive home that this was good for, Natalie wouldn't really be able to enjoy it. She adopted a somber expression and spoke gravely.

"I am telling you the truth," she said with complete sincerity. "Even without the curse I would want to try this."

"Really?" Natalie asked. "Why?"

Naomi knew her girlfriend was finally starting to understand. She grabbed Natalie's hips and drove the point home. "What if you could just temporarily change something about yourself to see how it felt? You could be straight or colorblind or euphoric for an hour! Wouldn't you want to experiment?"

"Maybe," Natalie said. She bit her lip uncertainly and Naomi felt a twinge between her legs. This gorgeous, intelligent woman could have anything she wanted and she actually wanted Naomi for who she was. "But on my own terms."

"So let's do it on my terms, if that's what would make you happy. What do you think?" Naomi racked her brain for scenarios. "I'd love to try being a horny bimbo for you, or a robot again."

"No," Natalie said. She took Naomi by the hand and led her to the bedroom. God, it was hot when she took charge. She put Naomi into a sitting position and sat in front of her. "I want you to be innocent."

Innocent? What did she mean? Naomi repeated the word as she rolled it around in her head, thinking of all the implications. Naive? Guileless? Childish? Inexperienced? She was ready to be all of those and more.

"Like you've never done anything sexual before," Natalie explained, the words etching themselves in Naomi's mind. "Forget about sex, forget that you're even a lesbian. I want to be your first."

Forget...? Forget about what? Naomi felt a strange but welcome tide roll over entire swathes of her mind. She didn't know what she was forgetting. She didn't need to know. "My first," she repeated.

"You want it, but you're a little nervous," Natalie continued. "Scared, even. You need a loving partner to walk you through it, guide you towards a sexual blossoming."

Naomi closed her eyes and breathed deeply, her mind rearranging itself to fit Natalie's needs. Innocent. Nervous. Want it. Want what? She opened her eyes and saw Natalie. Natalie, her best friend, her roommate, the person she lived for. She didn't know what she was supposed to want but she knew Natalie had it. Natalie was looking at her strangely and breathing heavily. Naomi's head cleared and she realized she had no idea how she had gotten here.

"Natalie?" she asked. Natalie could help. Natalie knew what to do. "What's going on? What are we doing here?"

Natalie reached a hand out and touched her arm. It felt very good. "It's ok, Naomi. We're at home."

"Home?" Naomi knew they were at home. Her eyes scanned the bedroom before glancing down at herself. She was startled by her own state of undress. "Oh, shit! Nat, I'm in my underwear! I should go change!"

Before she could move, Natalie stopped her. Nat was touching her sternum, running her finger across the smooth skin between her neck and her breasts. It was an affectionate, sisterly gesture that warmed Naomi's heart.

"No need for that," Natalie said, and Naomi agreed. "It's just us girls here, after all. No need for modesty, right?"

She was so confused... how did she even get into this state? And why was her underwear so lacy and frilly? It wasn't very comfortable, but she didn't mind. Natalie kept looking at it, and Naomi liked the way that made her feel.

"I suppose," she said. Her spine tingled and gooseflesh followed in the wake of Nat's fingernails on her chest. It felt good, but she didn't understand why. "Natalie, what are you doing?"

"Do you want me to stop?" Natalie asked. Naomi hadn't even thought about that; this was Natalie, after all. It didn't matter what she wanted, only what Natalie wanted. Still, Natalie seemed like she was enjoying it and Naomi certainly didn't mind. Natalie was into girls; maybe this was some kind of lesbian thing?

"No. It feels good. But Natalie, you know I'm not..." Naomi struggled for words. She liked guys. Didn't she? "...like that. I don't like girls the way you do."

She forgot what she was saying when Natalie reached down to her waist and pulled her shirt over her head. Naomi stared at her chest for just a moment. Those soft, creamy, voluminous curves nestled in that plain brassiere... she didn't think she was gay, but she had a hard time pulling her eyes off of them. Then Natalie unhooked her bra.

"Nat, you don't have to-" What? Take off her bra? What was so wrong with that? "I mean, don't get me wrong, you're beautiful. It's just a little weird to be topless in front of me."

Was it though? It didn't feel weird, or unusual, or wrong. It felt good, seeing Natalie's beautiful breasts swaying slightly with her movements. It felt good to see her nipples hardening in the cool air of the apartment and feel her own respond in kind even though she was still wearing-

Without warning, Nat took Naomi's hand and pressed it against her chest. Naomi's finger's instinctively curled around it and she a small jolt of pleasure surged through her. The urges were undeniable now; she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. A soft moan escaped her lips.

"Nat, that feels so good," she said thickly. "Why does it feel so good?"

Why did it feel so good? And more importantly, where was Natalie going with this. Naomi had never even made out with anyone; even at college she found herself too shy and nervous to engage anybody romantically. Now her best friend was guiding her down a path she never expected to walk. She opened her eyes. The hunger she saw reflected in Natalie's face told her exactly what Natalie had in mind.

"Why does your breast feel so good?" she asked again. This was all so new and strange and scary but she didn't want to stop. She wanted to keep doing this forever.

"Because I have amazing tits. You know that. I've seen the way you look at them, Naomi, the way you look at my face, my legs, my ass..."

Natalie must be imagining things. Naomi had never had any sexual interest in her best friend. Had she? She thought of their times together, the study sessions, the camping trips, the parties. Moonlight reflecting off of a bare shoulder, the curve of Natalie's ass in a one-piece swimsuit... did she really just think of Natalie as a friend?

"Does my body turn you on, Naomi?"

"Jesus," Naomi said. This was all coming so fast; if it had been anyone but Natalie she would be terrified. It wasn't anyone else, though. It was her best friend, her confidant, the girl who became a teen who became a young woman alongside her and were those feelings there the whole time? "I think it does, Natalie. I think I might be attracted to you."

The words had barely left her lips when panic surged through her. She yanked her hand back and began to hyperventilate. This was how relationships were destroyed. God, what had she done?

"I don't wanna ruin our friendship!" Naomi exclaimed. "What if-"

Her speech was interrupted when Natalie leapt forward and locked her mouth onto hers. She grunted with surprise and a rush of arousal unlike anything she'd ever experienced. She felt a moisture in her loins and Natalie's hand against the back of her skull and a finger delicate brushing against her skin just inches above her maidenhead and she moaned into Natalie's mouth. Taking this step wouldn't ruin their relationship, Naomi realized. Not taking it would.

Natalie broke the kiss and Naomi stared at her, spellbound. I'm a lesbian. The sentence sounded so strange in her mind. She had always just assumed she was straight. I'm in love with my best friend.

"Lie down," Natalie told her. "I'll show you how good I can make you feel."