Model that swimsuit again

You looked closely at Felicia, for a moment you didn't even recognize her. The nervous, almost bumbling demeanor she had was a far cry from her typical assured self. It was like you were seeing a new layer to your friend that you didn't know existed before, and you wondered if perhaps you were the first to even know about its existence. Felicia Archer, the girl who would ask for neither permission or forgiveness while grinning like an idiot the whole time, was hesitating for quite a while.

"I mean, you can say no. But, that swimsuit, can I see it again?" She pauses for a moment, before Felicia makes an addendum. "And not just pulling it out of the bag, I mean on you again!"

You indeed could say no. But, Archer being your closest friend on campus, and this was a harmless request. If anyone's eyes were going to be on your body, you'd rather it be hers than a stranger's. Honestly, at one point you wondered how to make her look at you the way she is now... and now you know. You fished around in the bag, pulling up the smooth garment from the bottom, but you paused and smiled at Archer. "I will do this, but you have to do the same. We'll make this an indoor beach party."

"Deal!" Felicia vaulted over the couch and scrambled to her room which startled the cat in the process, while you headed to the bathroom to change. You'd been undressing to various degrees all day, what's once more? The lycra delightfully slid along your skin again, and you shivered when it was encasing your body once more, looking carefully in the mirror. It was exciting to see your hourglass shape, and your sizable breasts, hugged by the fabric. You ran your hands along the stomach, shivering a little. It was like a slick second skin, and the thought of Archer pressed up against it...

You stepped out, facing Archer's closed bedroom door, hands on your hips. You didn't expect her to be taking so long, just that she would be throwing on the usual stuff she wore to the beach parties.

When Felicia finally opened her bedroom door, she strutted out in a green bikini, one with far less fabric than even she'd normally be bold enough to wear to a pool party. "You, uh, like it? I got it last summer but it always felt like I'd get in a pool and it would just disintegrate, but, y'know..." she spun around a bit. The thong-like bottoms really left very little to the imagination, but you appreciated it all the same. Felicia's body was so well-formed, she could have been Miss Spiral City if she wanted. But when you picture her on stage with two dozen other women, all you see is her shoving them over and them falling like dominoes. Even though Felicia said she was jealous of your current body shape, you really think that her proportions were the perfect ones--more elegant and graceful.

You grinned, and put your hands behind your back. "Well, Felicia, what--"

The girl was before you in an instant, mere inches away, before she leaned in for another kiss. This time, she had no intention of stopping, using her leverage to shove you back onto the couch. You sank into the cushions a bit as Felicia climbed on top, and this time her mood was frenzied, like she didn't know what she wanted first! You also didn't know, you were slightly at Archer's mercy with her body weight on top of you, but you were kind of relieved that she was taking point on this one. Heavy breathing and happy little squeals filled your ears, while you felt Felicia's hands running along your sides, starting at your wider hips and feeling her fingers glide across the fabric of your stomach. Her hips wriggled atop you, and it felt like her body was burning up! Not that you were much different, you felt like the apartment was sweltering, feeling a light sheen of sweat on your face as you kissed with giddy anticipation at what you were doing right now with your best friend.

Archer's hands coming to rest atop your breasts, and then squeezing them tightly, served to remind you with no ambiguity that this was a whole new world for you. You squirmed under her touch, as your breasts distorted under her grip through the swimwear, until she reached up to the shoulder straps and started to tug them down, all so she might peel the lycra away and reveal your breasts underneath.

It wasn't like you were going to let her do all the work, as you thought it was convenient that her current swimsuit was tied instead of using clips or fasteners. Just a simple tug, and Archer's breasts popped free of their confines, her nipples pointing at yours. She was between a B and C cup, perky without excess, a size you would have been more comfortable sporting on your own frame, but you didn't make the rules. You groaned delightedly as her chest came to rest upon yours when she leaned in for deeper kisses, your two bodies pressed firmly against one another. Felicia wriggled her hips against yours, adjusting her body so her crotch and yours lined up closely. Her grinding against you was enough to bring you to whimpers, and it was barely anything yet! Your bare legs intertwined with smooth skin rubbing together, as Archer pulled away from the kiss making this pleasured pouting face, her eyes remaining closed before half-opening to stare down at you.

"I didn't know I ever wanted this," she said between undulations, as her legs seemed to writhe out of her control while her hands braced against your shoulders, watching your breasts jiggle up and down. "I don't know that I really did, at first. Not until you became Jane, at least. It's not the fact that you're a woman. It's a fact that the woman is you. Does that... ngh, make sense?"

You giggled a little--and then stopped, because you weren't ready to accept that you giggled. But, you then shook your head. "I don't understand it at all. You're saying that you like that it's me but after I became not-me? That's just a big giant paradox, Felicia."

Archer sighs through a smile. "I love the sound of my name with your voice... god, I don't know what is up with this, but I just, I love it! I don't want to let it go. I don't want to let YOU go! Not like this."

You thought this was moving quite fast, that Archer was caught up in this novelty of who you were and that maybe her attraction would be short-lived when she has had more time to process things, and when you've had more time to understand things yourself. But, Archer's body, her hips and ass that your hands dug into as you gripped her tightly, was great stress relief after all the coursework you'd been busy with.

You must have spent the better part of an hour locking lips with her, using your hands up and down Archer's body as she did the same with you. You didn't go further than grinding your hips together, not yet--neither of you really knew what you were doing, or were yet prepared to go further, in this scenario. It was all improv, just trying to process the raw emotions your bodies exuded with this attraction Archer had, and your excitement for how Archer was behaving fed into things.

The makeout session eventually became a cuddling session, as Felicia's head rested against yours, her cheek nuzzling to you as her blonde hair tangled lightly with yours. "I think... I don't know, I don't want to say what I think yet. I want to say what I'm thinking tomorrow if I'm still thinking it. But I like this. I like you like this. You're at least going to be like this more often before baseball tryouts start, yeah? You're not going to do the bare minimum with that coin, right?"

You shrugged a little, wriggling a little to get a more comfortable grip as your arms wrapped around Felicia's waist. "I don't know, I guess? I don't know how good I need to be to make the team. And then I don't know how much better each coin toss makes me, so I need to find some way to gauge that. I'm guessing I'll need to make at least a couple flips a day, I can do a random flip and then possibly a controlled flip an hour later so then I can attend classes like normal. The evenings, though... if you're involved, I'll try to be flexible. But I'm not going to be like this a hundred percent of the time, we'll still need to do some stuff when I'm my regular self."

"Roger that. Hey, how long has it been...?"

When Archer asked that, you realized you'd lost total track of the basketball game, which was your best gauge of when Felicia's roommates would return! you glance over at the television...