Of course.

Natasha felt a warm, electric tingle as her lips met the other woman's. This was her second sexual encounter in her brief existence and it was completely different from the first. With Mr. Drake she had been a passive recipient, floating in a void as he thrust into her. Now she was returning the kiss warmly, fondling her partner's breasts and moaning softly.

She didn't know if this **** was a normal part of human life but she really liked it. She felt loose and floaty and her thinking was really different. Rachel slid a perfectly manicured nail along her taut belly and she giggled. Breaking the kiss, she looked deep into the other woman's glassy eyes.

"I think I might be a little gay," she whispered. She didn't know why she was talking so quietly but it felt right. "Can you show me how to be gay?"

Rachel looked mildly surprised, then laughed. "What do you mean? Just do to me what feels good to you." She nuzzled her face into Natasha's neck and planted kisses along her collarbone.

Natasha sighed and leaned her head back. With her eyes closed, she felt a pleasant dizziness. "I don't know what feels good. I, uh, haven't been around very long..."

Rachel laughed at that, her hot breath warming Natasha's chest. "I don't understand," she mumbled without lifting her head. "How old are you?"

Natasha leaned back onto the bed and put her hands on the back of Rachel's head. Rachel had her head between Natasha's modest breasts, lavishly long, sloppy kisses along her sternum. It felt so good, she had almost forgotten the question.

"I don't know," she slurred out lazily. "I guess a few hours? I don't know when they made me but they only put me in this body today."

Rachel didn't pause, but moved her mouth to Natasha's left nipple. She felt goosebumps prickle the skin above her nipple where Rachel gently exhaled through her nostrils. She moaned low and ran her hands through the other woman's hair. She felt a tickle along her midsection and realized that Rachel was slowly moving her hand towards the space between her legs.

"Can you- oh! Can you put your hand in my vagina?" she asked huskily.

Rachel laughed again, the feeling heavenly on her nipple. "Why, aren't you forward."

It took her a second to understand what the woman meant. "No, sorry. I wasn't asking you to do that. I was - unf - asking if that's something you can even do. Like, does it work?"

Rachel stopped and looked at her with a dull mix of lust and mild perplexity. "You really don't know much about sex, do you? Just lay back and enjoy this, dear. I know I will."

Between the euphoric docility of the **** and the naivety of only having existed for a few hours, Natasha was powerless to resist the command. As she laid back, she thought about how strange her body was. Her breasts were simply sacks of fat, yet they were an intense source of arousal. She knew that the vagina was used for sex, but she had no idea that-

Her thoughts were interrupted as Rachel's tongue touched the top of her vagina. She blew out a breath and felt her hips buck involuntarily. Rachel placed her hands on her thighs and fully buried her face in Natasha's slit. The feeling was beyond anything she could have imagined, even with Mr. Drake. Her eyes darted wildly across the ceiling and her head swam.

"Oh! Oh my God! Oh, don't stop, that's, that's-" Her babbling degenerated into groans as Rachel's expert tongue moved around inside her. A quick flick and she felt an almost nauseating pulse through her abdomen; a slow, languorous trail and her breath hitched in her chest. They were moving faster, faster, her world shrinking to that little place between her thighs that was flooded with pleasure. Rachel was grunting and shoving her face into Natasha and Natasha grabbed the sheets with both hands, sweat covering her face, panting wildly. Then there was an explosion! Like what happened with Mr. Drake but so much more, so real, so connected. Every part of her body was coursing with electricity as she cried through gritted teeth. She could feel Rachel's tongue still inside her flailing wildly, touching the sides, the back, the-

"fuck fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK AHH!"

Then she was on her back, soaked in sweat, the moment over. She groaned loudly and belched, which made Rachel laugh. The other woman climbed up to lay along side her and gently played with her hair. An indeterminate amount of time passed before Natasha spoke hoarsely.

"I think I like lesbian sex."