Confession!

Tommie shivered as I tugged them down, her futanari cock springing free, half-hard and aching, veins pulsing along its length.

It was thicker than I remembered from that couch night, the head flushed and leaking a bead of precum from days of pent-up frustration.

I traced my fingers over it lightly, not gripping yet, just enough to feel its heat, its twitch under my touch.

'This part of you... it's not a curse. Let me show you.' My voice was low, dominant but wrapped in love, my unrequited feelings making every stroke a promise.

'Oh god,' she whispered, her voice soft and breaking, body arching into my hand. Her cheeks flushed deeper, eyes locking on mine for a moment before darting down to my lap.

There, my own hardness strained against my jeans, impossible to hide after undressing her like this. The friendship dynamic we'd built was cracking open, desire sparking amid the emotional support.

She bit her lip, submissive tendencies shining through as she reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing my thigh. 'You're... you're hard. Because of me?'

I nodded, my thumb circling the tip of her cock, smearing that precum gently. 'Always have been, Tommie. For you.'

The admission hung there, my heart pounding with the weight of it—years of consoling her, hiding my love, now blending into this intimate care.

She moaned quietly, her hand pressing firmer against my bulge, feeling me throb.

Then, with a shy spark in her eyes, she pulled back slightly, standing on shaky legs. Her cock bobbed, fully erect now, curving upward with need.

'I... I should shower. But maybe... you could join me? Help me get clean?' It was tentative, eager, her voice laced with that craving for more than just words. The offer broke through her walls, a gesture of trust amid the depression.