Perhaps not as quiet as she had thought.

Samantha quietly shuts the door to the bathroom behind her, a coy smile playing on her full lips. She can't deny the thrill she got at Julian's rapt attention, a light tingle dancing through her sensitive skin when she remembers his gaze on her. She has never had anyone look at her like that before and the total turn around from her previous jerk of a room mate just helped to emphasize what she can come to expect from the world as her new self. She turns her eyes to her bathroom mirror, taking a unhurried minutes to drink in the sight before her now that she has all the time in the world. She flutters her long black lashes shrouding the emerald orbs of her eyes which set such a wondrous contrast to her perfect pale skin, mesmerized by her own face as she slowly trails her finger tips over every inch of her. Her touch dances slowly over her high cheek bones, still in shock that this can truly be her.

Her hands raise up to slip off her shirt and toss it over the hook on the door, turning back towards the mirror to catch the not so subtle jiggle of her massive breasts that seem to be set off with her every quick motion. It takes her a few seconds to work out the clasp on the bra but soon enough the magnificent orbs are spilling free, staying pert and in place despite their lack of support. They over flow her thin build, turning to admire herself from different angles as she notices the edges of them can be seen even from behind her. Soon enough the admiration turns to worship as she allows her fingertips to begin their exploration again, this time unhurried by the worry that someone might barge in. Small circles around her tight nipples send a new wave of tingles racing down her spine before treating herself to a gentle pinch and pull. She had never been terribly experienced with women before but she is quickly getting a first hand lesson on what feels good as she explores her generous curves. She can't help but wonder if all women are blessed with such sensitive bodies or if his new form is an aberration, either way in this moment she is glad for the blessing.

Her palm cups the underside of her breasts, enjoying the heft of them in her hands and the simple pleasure of them falling back into place when she lets go. Certainly more then the handful many men seem content with, even when using both hands to massage her left breast there is ample overflow. Soon enough she decides it is time to move on, an unfamiliar but eager wet heat building in her core leaving little doubt what her body is calling out for. She lets her skirt slide down her hips and legs to pool around her feet before stepping out while taking the moment to examine her thin pale thighs and the gap between them. Her hips flare out noticeably, but her full ass is the true show stopper down below. She has certainly seen much larger asses, but on a petite girl of her size she wouldn't want it any bigger, and the curve of the pale cheeks draws hereye and desire. Finally she hooks her finger in her white panties and drops them to meet her skirt below, stepping out of them and into the shower.

Initially she is planning to start the shower primarily because Julian expects it and to provide a sound cover in case she can't fully control herself, but the moment she turns on the hot water and it begins to cascade over her body she lets out a soft contented sigh as the shower flow beats against her sensitive upper body. Her masturbation plans momentarily forgotten she luxuriates in the simpler pleasure her new body can give her, making herself aware of every inch of skin as the water plays over her. Soon enough those these gentle explorations stir that fire in her and she begins to work her touch slowly down her body, nervously parting her hips to allow a fingertip to stroke along the thin lips of her new gap. Her teeth close on her lower lip as even the gentlest of touches sends the fire burning all the brighter in her, but she doesn't yet work her way higher towards the small pearl of her clit calling for attention- instead she savors the moment, caressing her folds as she turns it over in her mind what this means for her new life.

Finally she allows the tip of her finger to spread her lips and slide into the moist, warm depths of her pussy which draws a soft gasp of pleasure from her full lips. She feels surprising resistance as her virgin hole resists even the single slender digit's entrance, an uncomfortable feeling of being **** apart as she works just the first knuckle into her quivering depths. She couldn't remember any of the girls he had been with being anywhere near this tight against a simple fingering, and it certainly slows her advancement, but she isn't about to let this stop her. She withdraws her finger and drags up towards her clit, her pussy juices glistening on the fingertip and mingling with the water from the shower as she works her way slowly- both eagerly and nervously- up towards the center of her pleasure. Another, deeper moan escapes her as she brushes her clit for the first time, feeling like she had just taken a shot of warm pleasure that seeps through every inch of her body. She begins to experiment, gentle brushing touches, rolling lightly over it, the occasional firmer nudge as she begins to learn her new body and what she likes. The moans get harder and harder to control, but she hardly seems to notice them as she works her way up towards the heights of her first female orgasm.

As she feels the peak of her pleasure growing nearer she decides to explore again, her touch trailing down the lips of her pussy to her now sopping entrance as she again forces her walls to part around her slender invading digit. She bites her lips as the feeling of her walls being **** apart by the invading digit is still uncomfortable, but now mingled with a delightful feeling of soothing the ache inside of her. Slowly but surely she works it deeper and deeper into her, her breathing growing shallow with her need causing her full breasts to jiggle with every rapid pant. Her palm settles in to grind gently into her clit as she begins to set into a gentle rhythm of finger fucking herself, her orgasm rapidly approaching again as she learns how to wring her ecstasy from her new quivering pussy. Soon enough she can feel the moans pulling themselves from deep in her throat again as the most overwhelming sensation yet rapidly approaches. Her entire body begins to tingle before powerful pulses of pleasure start to pump through every inch of her being, radiating from her clit and the pounding sensation of her slender digit claiming her tight hole time and again. She dances on the height of pleasure for what feels like an eternity, her every thrust sending her back up to the peak when it seems she might descend. If not for the water cascading around her she has no doubt she would be bathed in sweat, her heart pounding away beneath her heaving breasts. Finally she finds herself sitting down in the shower, her legs having nearly given out on her as she continues to quiver and twitch in the overwhelming aftermath of her pleasure.

She loses track of how long she sits there drinking in the wonder of the moment as the water pounds down around her. Finally the outside world returns to her with another "bing" of her phone indicating a text, vaguely realizing she has received a number of them over the last few minutes. She lazily reaches out to turn her shower off, brush her hand on a towel, and reach out to take her phone. Her pale cheeks grow red as she begins to read the messages- from her room mate Julian to his room mate Sam. "Dude, you didn't tell me the girl you were inviting to stay over would be so gorgeous! Way to bury the lead." Then a few minutes later. "Holy shit man, I can hear her wailing like a Banshee in the shower. Girl is a screamer!" Samantha buries her face in her hands in embarrassment as she realizes that the shower had not proven nearly the shield she had hoped, but that is hardly a surprise when she thinks back to the eager sounds she had difficulty controlling. But it is the final message that sends her heart fluttering, an uncertain and unfamiliar feeling stirring inside of her. "You said you two are not a thing, just friends right. You don't care if I shoot my shot?" She stares at the message as she tries to consider how to respond..