Alice takes charge

Alice presses her lips to yours, her weight pinning you to the couch. Her hands roam your sides, tracing the curve of your hips through the dress. The couple inches of height Alice has on you feels overwhelming from this position. Even as a man you weren't particularly strong but compared to your new nubile frame you might as well have been a body builder. The realization that you couldn't have pushed Alice off even if you wanted to overwhelmed you with a potent mixture of vulnerability and a deep rightness, this was your place and you had no say in the matter.

She breaks the kiss to whisper in your ear.

"You're mine tonight, Penny."

She slides off you and pulls you up by the hand, leading you to the bedroom. The heels make your steps awkward, but she steadies you with a firm grip. Once inside, she dims the lights and pushes you onto the bed.

"Strip for me. Slowly."

You get up to a kneeling position, feeling attractive and desired in a way you'd never felt before.

Every movement you made felt pregnant with sexual tension. You pulled down the cups of your bra to reveal your hard nipples, enjoying the hunger you see it ignite in Alice's eyes.

Finally she joins you, shedding her clothes until she's in matching underwear. Her body presses against yours, skin on skin, and she guides your hands to explore her. You'd done this plenty of times as a man but this was different somehow, two soft bodies rubbing against each other, a give and take.

She smiles and unhooks your bra, freeing your breasts. Her mouth finds one nipple while her hand trails down to your panties. You gasp as she teases you through the fabric, building that familiar heat.

Then she pulls back, leaving you wanting. She lies down and spreads her legs, looking at you expectantly.

"Your turn, Penny. Make me feel good."

You freeze for a moment. You'd eaten her out before as a man, but that was different. Back then it felt not quite transactional, it was something you did to make up for your inadequacies. Now, in this body, with her in control, it feels raw, intimate. Like surrender.

You move between her thighs, heart racing. Your hands tremble as you pull down her panties. The scent hits you, stirring something deep. You lean in, tongue tentative at first, then bolder. She moans, her fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you.

Her taste, it's different. No, the taste is the same it's something else. You greedily lap at her. A realization, the salad, your taste buds, you hadn't minded the flavor that much before although the best you could have described it was 'inoffensive'. Now though it was delicious nectar, you wanted to drown in her juices.

She arches, gasping your name, until she shudders in release. You pull back, face flushed, a mix of pride and conflict swirling inside, her aroma still pleasantly filling your nostrils.

"Good girl," she murmurs, pulling you close.

You drift off in her arms.