Thomas and Pamela enjoy their morning

Thomas awoke to the sight of Pamela in his open bedroom doorway, hip cocked and up on her toes, he could tell she was doing everything she could to accentuate her every curve for him. “Morning stud”

The husky tone in her voice made his cock; already rock hard from his morning wood, throb almost painfully to absolute attention. He pulled himself up in the bed into a sitting position and watched her with a smile, “Morning you gorgeous little slut…”

“I have a surprise for you” Pamela purred as she stepped towards the bed.

“I hope it’s something you’re going to do with that fit little body of yours” Thomas said honestly.

Pamela slid onto her knees on the end of the bed and started crawling up towards him, her eyes fixed to his, though she allowed herself a glance at the tent in the sheets… Thomas groaned in anticipation watching her move… catching a glimpse of the very edges of the mark on her ass…

“It’s a surprise…” Pamela started, “but you already know it” she said meaningfully giving Thomas a look as she closed the gap between them, lips parted until she was kissing him passionately. Her lips tasted like grape and he smiled into her kiss, trying to act like this was still new to him.

When Pamela broke the kiss she smiled at Thomas and nuzzled her forehead to his before sitting back on her knees, her breasts squeezed between her forearms.

“Mmm… grape…” Thomas growled, licking his lips.

“I haven’t eaten yet this morning” Pamela explained and then smiled; her change had worked! "You like it?"

Thomas nodded, "Of course, why wouldn't I?"

“So… yesterday you told me you created kissing because you wanted to be able to do something like tasting a girls fruit in public right?”

Thomas blinked and then nodded along, “Yeah… We didn’t have a way before this…” he lied. Of course kissing had always been a thing, it was the only way to get to taste a girl’s fruit without going down on her…

“Yeah, so… the thing is, until…” Pamela looked at the bedside clock, “4 minutes ago, girls lips didn’t taste like their fruit…”

Thomas blinked in confusion, what did she mean? The only reason kissing existed was to get a taste of a girl’s fruit! What was the point otherwise? To just mash their mouths together and taste saliva? … Of course Thomas couldn’t admit to that, Pamela earnestly believed he’d invented kissing, so he had to control his reaction…

“You made a change?” Thomas asked, his eyes taking her in with supressed pride.

“For you, yes” Pamela answered honestly, then blushed and glanced down, “Finding out you gave women the ability to orgasm… that you invented kissing…” Thomas **** himself to nod in agreement, “…you did good things for me, and I realised despite your exterior you’re actually pretty humble and generous inside… So I wanted to do something nice for you in return… So I just made girls lips taste like the same fruit as our pussies…”

“Wow… that’s… Pamela that’s smoking hot!”

“You really think so?” Pamela said brightly, her wide eyes finding his as he smirked back. Thomas didn’t fully understand what the world must’ve been like before she’d made that change, it sounded like kissing had been pretty pointless, but it didn’t matter… Inside his head was spinning, he’d made her think like this… Pamela was basically rewarding him for taking away her orgasms…

Thomas kissed her again and threw off the bedsheet, “I’m gonna fuck you again, right now” he panted as she purred into his kiss, “Fuck yes, give it to me”

An hour later the pair were in the kitchen. Having showered and dressed, Thomas sat at the table, eating his breakfast, while Pamela, showered but forgoing ‘dressing’ in any panties, strutted around the kitchen preparing her own. She had no idea of the show she was giving him as he watched her naked body stepping back and forth, his name emblazoned on her ass so clearly… She stood on her toes and stretched up to a high cupboard, her ass wiggling enticingly in his direction…

Thomas swallowed, deciding now was the perfect time to bring it up, “I love the sight of my name on your ass”

Pamela glanced back at him and then arched her back, looking over her shoulder at herself, “It’s just my sex-mark”

Thomas blinked at the casualness at which she'd said 'sex-mark' then decided to test the waters a little, “You don’t think it’s weird?”

Pamela shrugged as she turned back to getting the box of cereal from the shelf, “Maybe I’d have thought so before I found out about your cock size, but now I…” she stopped when she realised what Thomas had meant, “oh… you mean, like sex-marks in general? You think it’s a change?” The way she emphasised the word change like it was a stupid thing to think made Thomas smile.

“You don’t think it’s strange that guys don’t have one?”

Pamela cocked her head like she was thinking and then screwed up her face, “No more than you not having tits or me not having a cock… it’s a girl thing. Why would guys have evolved on? No ones cumming on you... how else would anyone know who cummed on me last?”

Thomas almost choked on his orange juice. “Right, yeah, of course… but you don’t think it’s weird that it shows a name like that?”

Pamela gave him a very long look, “Are you trying to mess with me? … Please don’t get like Kyle did yesterday Thomas, it’s been hard enough with him questioning everything… keeping track… look, we know the changes us three made and sex-marks aren't one, so that only leaves Bianca and why would Bianca create sex-marks? So no, if there’s something I’m certain of right now, it’s that sex-marks have always been a thing”

Thomas decided to back off a little, “I just think they’re hot, it’s cool how your body does that…”

Pamela relaxed and smiled, looking over her shoulder at her ass cheek again, “You think? It’s just a psychophysical reaction to the cum… but Biology wasn’t really my thing in high school”

“Psychophysical?” Thomas asked.

“Yeah… You didn’t do this in class?”

“Our classes got separated into boys and girls to learn about this stuff...” Thomas lied, “we got the basics, but we didn’t cover the detail, and I've not gotten a chance to really ask a girl about it until now...”

“Oh, right” Pamela started, pouring milk into her bowl and coming over to sit opposite him at the table, “well I’m sure you can just google it or something, but I remember being taught it’s something like… because we know the name of the guy cumming on us, subconsciously, our bodies project that information into the skin… like a chameleon changing colour”

Thomas tried to disguise his naivety, but had to know, “And if you don’t know their name?”

Pamela laughed like Thomas had just reminded her of a hysterical story, “Oh my god, I wish Bianca was here... She could tell you about that time her sex-mark just read ‘Coffee Guy’ because she forgot his name… when he spotted it… it was pretty awkward!”

Thomas matched her laugh; trying to process the information he had given her about how his change seemed to physically work… it was incredible!