And I Needed More

A taste and a tease wasn’t enough for me. Not when this body was so heated up and not when the need in me was running into overdrive.

My blind exploration had set something near a panic in me. I needed all of it, needed to rush to the end and know every one of those sensations. I needed to confirm my need and I needed… I needed to open my eyes.

Such a simple and singular move. Opening your eyes is so natural and so meaningless that at times you can forget the meaning of it, that you can forget how much your eyes tell you. But it is moments like this that remind me.

My eyes fluttered open. A moment to focus before settling on the reflection in the mirror.

Emily had been so very obscured to me this whole time. She’d dutifully avoided mirrors so I couldn’t even look into her memory to get a glimpse of what she looked like in full and when it was me in her body I’d not had the time to really take a glance at anything, not even her face.

And even her face had been obscured by the heavy hood of her sweater so often. All I’d gotten was glimpses and indications of the soft and supple beauty of her, nothing to truly confirm it.

But god there was no hiding now. Now I could see everything.

So it is a bit of a wonder that my eyes fell on her face first, taking it in properly now.

Her hair was sandy blonde and cropped short. Only a few inches long and swept forward, shorter on the sides and longer on top. It was the quintessential tomboy cut, a little rough around the edges as if she’d not found a hairdresser in her small town willing to ‘butcher her beautiful hair like that’ and so had resorted to doing it herself.

It made her features somehow softer, a layer of puppy fat on them only serving to make her seem somehow more innocent than she necessarily was. But still her jaw was sharply defined and though her cheekbones didn’t stand out, they were prominent nonetheless somehow. All of it pairing perfectly with the cute little upturned button of her nose, her big blue eyes that dominated her features, and her full lips parted slightly from the shock of finally being seen.

There was a flush to her skin, a redness than lent in to her embarrassment and made her appear to be blushing from the exposure. It settled in her cheeks but wasn’t isolated to that, blushing across her upper chest instead and making her flushed need fully apparent as my gaze traveled downwards.

Down over breasts that were full and round and perky and defied the laws of gravity. Perfectly round and bigger than a handful and capped with puffy nipples that were pale enough to blend in the edges into the skin of her breasts but still begged to be touched, to be caressed, even to be kissed and sucked and nibbled at. Hardening from her arousal and flush with her aching need, my eyes danced over them before slipping further down.

Her waist showing that in spite of her softness she was still a slip of a woman, so slight and feminine and light enough to be tossed around by the right lover but strong enough to push back with her begging need for more. Her belly flat but not muscular, absent of any lines save for the soft ones that lent that little bit of definition to it. Her hips full and nearly jutting and showing off that she was still, in spite of apparel and in spite of her sometimes best effort, undeniably a woman.

That only emphasized by the soft fullness of her thighs, by the generous round globes of her ass, by the soft mound between them that was blushing more than the rest of her and dewy wet with her clear and evident need.

Her pussy had only the slightest little bit of hair, trimmed neatly and hiding nothing. My gaze settled on that spot between her legs knowing that from this angle I couldn’t see anything but knowing that all the need and all the want and all of these aching cravings that I was feeling emanated from that place. Her sex was the root of all of the feelings I was feeling now.

And her hand, which was my hand and her hand at the same time, curled closer as she stepped backward. It moved up inch by inch as she took step after step back and though I blinked I didn’t close my eyes for long because I wanted to see it.

Because even if I could move on by feel alone I wanted to watch it happen.

I wanted to witness with all of me as, for the first time, I gave my new body the climax it so desperately needed.

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