Andrea, your slutty friend with benefits

You momentarily wonder what you've done to Andrea. You were wishing that she would be a closer friend with a lot of the same interests as you. And, by closer friend you were wishing she'd be a bit of a floozy that wouldn't say no to some carnal fun now and then without any drama.

Andrea looks around the room for the source of her apparent vertigo, giving you time to hide the toy-like gun by tucking it into your back pocket.

She looks a lot like she used to, but some subtle and not so subtle changes have happened to her. She's wearing a bit more makeup. Her hair looks better, you suspect she's been fixing it up before sneaking in here. Previously she'd been wearing a sweater without a zipper and a pair of jeans. They've promptly changed into a more revealing outfit, an open hooded sweater and micro short jeans with pockets poking out beneath. Below the sweater she's wearing a loose white top with no bra.

"Did you notice that?" she asks, giving you a suspicious look for a moment before smirking at you. "Did you snap a picture of my ass with your cellphone?"

"Uhm..." you hesitate for a moment as you ponder what you would respond to such an accusation from any woman, but you realize it doesn't feel like Andrea would tear you a new one if you admitted to it. "I'd probably just ask you to pose for one," you reply, trying to sound like you'd say that sort of stuff to her all the time.

"Aw, you're catching on," she beams as she quickly slips off her sweater and pokes her ass out at you, leaving you confused for a moment before you again feel that this isn't weird for the two of you.

"Not that my rear is much to brag about, but I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I planted it on your face," she smirked and gave you a challenging gaze over her shoulder, wiggling her rear.

"I don't want you to break my neck," you retort casually, surprised at your cool attitude. She leans over and playfully punches your shoulder with a giggle.

"I wouldn't break your neck, dickhead, I'm not even a hundred and ten pounds."

"You'd use those sexy thighs of yours to snap it," you reply quickly as you let a hand slide down one of her cheeks to slap her gently back, causing her to gasp at the audacity. She's not insulted however and seems to take it in stride.

"Don't start something you don't have the balls to finish. You know I love getting my ass slapped. Almost as much as getting eaten out by a cute neighbor," she says as she unbuttons the top button of her shorts, revealing a rainbow colored pair of panties.

"If I slap you enough, maybe you'll do something to sweeten that deal first?" You reply and give her presented butt another slap, eliciting a small moan and another hungry look.

"How about I suck you off first, then you eat me out?" She asks as she crawls into your couch and tugs down her shirt to reveal her nipples, rubbing at them with her thumbs while waiting for your response.

You're feeling very eager to take her up on the offer, but a part of your mind is saying this is caused by you changing her and it would be ethically wrong to take advantage of this situation. The gun is still in your back pocket. Maybe you could change her back? At the very least you need to put it somewhere else before you unbutton your pants, right?