It's personal ...

“It’s weird,” he starts, then squints at disbelief at his own statement as he’s masturbating in front of his best friend, who is also magically a woman and clearly making moves on him.

“Oh, well, I wouldn’t want any of this to get weird!” you tease.

“Okay, but wanting to kiss you is definitely, like, kind of weird,” he explains. “Because you’re still JOHN, right?”

“I’ve thought about it,” you shrug, sliding closer. “I mean, you know I’m not 100% straight in the first place, but I’ve got all these different feelings now …” You lean over to him. “I’d love to kiss you, Alex. Do you want to kiss me?”

Without answering verbally, his hand leaves his cock. One slides around your waist as he rises up to meet you, the other running through your hair, and he kisses you hard. It feels good, and you kiss back hungrily. Kissing never felt like this before, all these little tingles rushing over your body. He’s a good kisser, and you straddle his lap, just short of his hard prick as you mount him.

“Oh, fuck!” you moan as he kisses your neck, your eyes fluttering. “God, that’s so sexy, don’t stop!” As he bites your throat just a little, one of his hands slide up your shirt and grips one of your tits. You groan as he squeezes it roughly, quickly finding you like being handled a bit carelessly as he pinches your nipple and twists.

“This is going to be so weird!” he manages to gasp out between kisses over your neck, lips, and the top of your chest that the too-deep neckline of your shirt shows off. “Should I stop?” he asks, clearly not wanting to.