Kiss the boy

You close your eyes, surrendering to his gaze as you pucker your lips. A moment like an eternity passes where you half expect him to pull away and crush you with that laugh he does after a good hearted prank. You don't know if you could have survived that if he did. Instead he does something wonderful.

His lips make contact with yours. They're firm in contrast to your own. How had you not noticed how much softer your lips had gotten? Was it the **** or was Cerve simulating a difference through some neural stimulation magic. You didn't, couldn't, care right now. Being kissed as a girl was a totally different experience, frantic electricity shot through your body as his exploratory peck was redoubled into warm wet contact. You melted into his arms as he pulled you closer, now clutching you to him with both muscular hands. You felt as if you were floating on a firm cloud, lost in his lips and scent and embrace. You couldn't tell where you ended and he began until his grip pulled you into something in his pants that was large, firm and was definitely not you, the polar opposite of you.

You want this so bad, but something that felt this good had to be wrong, you still had some mental block, calcified over such a long time that you didn't deserve to be happy. It searched out for some objection, some way to avert the bliss you were about to succumb to. The kiss breaks for a moment, you had forgotten to breath.

Alexis : "What...What about Jan?"

That's right you realize, somehow after you had already spoken the traitorous words. Jeff is in a committed relationship. Jeff mercifully deflected the concern.

Jeff : "Oh, she's ok with it, actually she's pretty into it. She likes when I bring girls over for us to play with..."

With that you were disarmed, totally and wonderfully at the mercy of your old friend.

Jeff reengaged the kiss, this time you kept your sense despite the pleasure. Your deep desire to show your gratitude taking over. With one hand you hold yourself to him and with the other you grope down to that impressive bulge you had just felt. You took a moment just to run your hand up and down its length outside of his suit pants, admiring the absolute size of his package. You think surely Cerve must be enhancing it, or maybe your hands really are smaller.

Jeff lets out a gentle moan at your teasing and you feel a strangely immense power at your ability to do this to him. Service, power and pleasure all swirl together like an intoxicant in your head. You're drunk on it and want more. Need more.