Sara still needs a few accommodations to get lewd with a girl.

Yana almost jumped onto the couch in her catsuit, and Sara wasn't far behind. The blonde woman leaned in over the Goddess, and was suddenly very very aware of every little thing about Yana. From every little detail of her conture, to how her chest rose and fell in time to her calm breath. She could feel her heartbeat getting quicker, feel how the world closed in around just the two of them.

Sara wanted this, wanted Yana. And Yana's brown eyes made it very clear that she wanted Sara as well.

Yana placed her latex-covered fingers on her friend's hips, then hooked her thumb into the rim of those jeans. She knew this wasn't like her. She'd been shy about sex all her life. But the catsuit - or rather, the powers it had given her - had set her mind free. She'd always fantasised about being able to do this, to have the charm and seductiveness to enable complete confidence. Now she had it, and she wasn't going to let it go to waste. She unbuttoned Sara's jeans, while her other arm looped around her friend's waist... and pulled her into a kiss.

Sara's body tensed for just a moment; she had been right on the edge of recoiling away. But the sensation of Yana's soft lips against hers was better than she had ever expected, and her bisexual heart soon overcame the preconceived notions that her brain still tried to hold onto. Kissing a girl felt good, it turned out, and even more so when it was one as beautiful and skilled as her friend. She writhed softly in Yana's grasp while the goddess began pulling down her pants, though it took a while and a lot of rather awkward movements, as neither of them were willing to part from the kiss just yet. Their tongues were curled around each other in a passionate dance. Eventually, Sara managed to kick her pants off, and then finally broke out of the kiss, panting softly, hot breath flowing against Yana's cheek. She then pulled off her blouse, tossing it to the side and leaving her in only her bra and panties.

"Mnh... you're even prettier like this," Yana whispered, hands slipping around Sara's hips and grasping her butt. Fingers sank into those perfected asscheeks, having a good feel of her friend. She couldn't help but admire Sara's body, how lovely and well-shaped it was, before remembering that it was herself that had sculpted it to be like this. She dragged her hands further up along Sara's back, fingertips moving from side to side in playful patterns, until she reached her friend's shoulders - and then a quick tug was all it took to send the blonde face-first into those latex-covered breasts. "I wanted to do this earlier when I grew my breasts," Yana whispered softly. Using her body like this... it felt good. It was a demonstration of power, and perhaps of dominance too, but Sara's blissed-out reaction was the best part of it.

Sara didn't mind or even struggle. Her friend's breasts were big, but not smotheringly big. She just relaxed, lying down halfway on top of Yana, gently nuzzling her face in against those big, soft tits. This felt good. Yana's tits were good, and Sara didn't waste much time thinking about anything else for the moment, except perhaps how much she wanted to try burying someone's face against her own bust at some point. Yana was an obvious target, but she could think of others as well. Still, eventually she pulled herself out of that delightful spot, looking her friend in the eyes once more. Her golden wavy hair hadn't been ruffled in the sligthest, remaining perpetually perfect, just as Yana had decided that it should.

Then Sara hooked a finger in the rim of her panties, and pulled down. Inch by inch, revealing her nethers. A soft, plush pussy, adorned with a little triangle of neatly trimmed hair. Yana squirmed softly at the sight. She'd been with a girl before, but not with one as pretty as Sara.

"Oh, look at that. You love what you see," the blonde whispered, and the brunette enthusiastically nodded. Finally, Sara undid her bra and let it fall to the ground; her breasts barely sagged down at all, being quite supernaturally perky now. Perhaps she'd never even need to wear a bra again. "Now... are you going to show off yourself too, or would you rather just finger-fuck me?"

Yana sat up a bit straighter. "I'll start by finger-fucking you," she whispered, then pushed in against the blonde. Now it was suddenly Yana on top, and Sara that eagerly leaned back into the couch pillows to allow access for her friend's fingers. A latex-clad index and middle finger pushed in against the blonde's pussy, but didn't make their way inside just yet. Rather, they began stroking patterns around her outer lips, slowly building up the pleasure and the stimulation. Sara's breath grew heavier, and a teasing smile spread on Yana's lips.

Sara bit her lip. She'd never considered herself particularly submissive, but right now, all she wanted was for her friend to take all control and work her magic until she had been reduced to nothing but a moaning mess. "Fuck, that's so good..." she whispered, unsure of what to say, but wanting to acknowledge just how good her friend was making her feel.

Yana, on the other hand, was very much feeling the dommy urges growing inside her, partly driven by Sara's submission to her touch. She slipped her fingertips into Sara's slit, though still just a short way, rubbing back and forth. "You'll feel so much better than this before I'm even halfway done," she replied, her voice deep in that sultry, seductive register. Even just the tones of her words seemed to have quite an effect on Sara's demeanour. This, in turn, excited Yana. She'd barely even changed herself, and yet her friend was defenseless to her seduction. If she put a bit of effort into changing herself, improving her charm further, she would be able to wrap anyone around her finger with ease. But now she wanted to join in the fun, and in the same moment that she plunged her fingers deeper into the blonde's slit and brushed her thumb gently across her clit, she also made the latex of her suit retract from her crotch, revealing her own plush pussy.

A few more strokes were all that Sara received. Her pussy was wet now, very much ready for fun. "Let's see you return the favour now," Yana whispered. "Do you want to use your fingers... or your tongue?"

Sara let out a soft whine when the pleasure disappeared, but of course, it was only reasonable that she should help her friend get ready as well. She looked down at Yana's revealed slit with a bit of trepidation. Her hand approached, and fingers tentatively touched against it... but went no further from there. A grimace briefly crossed her face. She was turned on, absolutely. She wanted Yana. She could imagine the two scissoring against each other. But when it came to actually pleasuring that slit, it was as if a concrete wall in her brain blocked her from the sweet treasure on the other side. And that was a wall both stronger and thicker than the one that had warded against the kiss.

"Something wrong?" Yana asked, her voice for once lifting out of that sultry tone she'd been using since Sara arrived, now voicing genuine concern.

"Huff... I... want to pleasure you, but I'm not sure I'm quite ready for this yet," she replied quietly. "Like... you're so sexy, but touching you like this doesn't quite feel right."

Yana smiled and held an arm gently around Sara's torso, stroking against her back. "Hey, no worries. It can be a big leap to take, if you've never tried it before. I'll happily finger you all the same."

Sara looked down again, trying to imagine her fingers pushing in and out of that slit. But, she had to admit, she would much rather see herself stroking a cock. Which gave her an idea. "Well... now that you can shapeshift, Yana... could you perhaps try growing yourself a cock?"