She's an exhibitionist

Sunny was grinning the biggest grin Reese had ever seen. It was a pearly white scythe blade cutting across her face, so big and bright it could have illuminated the room.

Reese was all pins and needles. "Umm, I can explain --"

"You're like me," Sunny said. She closed the book and set it back on the desk, then hopped into the swivel chair, causing it to spin.

"Like you?" Reese was still anxious, but now they were mostly confused.

"Like me!" Sunny sighed happily and drew her knees up to her chest. "Well," she pursed her lips, "sort of."

"Umm." Reese took a breath, trying desperately to stifle the rising, formless excitement in their chest. "I'm sorry, are you saying you're..."

"A voyeur?" She said the word so easily. "Well..." Sunny rolled her eyes lazily toward Reese's, and in the not-quite-dark of the office, backlit by the hazy blue of the computer screen, Reese thought she looked like an actress in a Wong Kar-wai film. "Not quite." She giggled, and suddenly everything was dispelled, and it was just the two of them again, not in a movie, here.

"Then --"

"Let me show you," Sunny said, hopping off of the chair. She slipped her phone into her hoodie pocket, grabbed Reese by the hand, and pulled them into the bedroom.

"Sunny --" Reese's voice squeaked as Sunny guided them onto the bed. They wanted to protest -- where was the transparency they'd agreed to? But at the same time, her touch was soft, and gentle, and warmth flushed on their skin, on their cheeks, as she gingerly laid them down, as she settled in beside them, draping one leg over theirs, as she moved one arm beneath their head to rest upon, as she nuzzled their cheek with her nose and lips... Reese dissolved into Sunny's touch. They let themself become a boat, let the waves of her wordless affections carry them. And when Sunny reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone, and began searching for something on it, wearing an expression that was equal parts bemusement and determination, Reese decided that they trusted her to guide them safely to a foreign shore, and that even if they couldn't speak the language or held no currency they could return to her arms and be washed away again.

"Here," Sunny said, voice softer than Reese expected. She was still smiling though -- Reese hoped it wasn't just a reflex, that it was genuine -- so when she rested the phone on Reese's chest they found that some of their anxiety had dissipated.

It was a paused video. Sunny hit the play button.

Oh. Wow.

The video showed two women, fully nude, engaging in extremely passionate sex, filmed from a high angle -- Reese guessed that a camera had been mounted in the corner of the room -- with professional-quality equipment. As one of the women sank her head between the other's thighs, Reese realized it was Sunny: they recognized the braided ponytail sliding back and forth across her back, the thick rump that jiggled and bounced every time she rocked her body to her partner's impassioned thrashing... Reese grew tight in their jeans at this revelation.

They glanced down at Sunny, the one pressed against them, eyes wide, lips hanging just slightly open with shock. Sunny wore a pensive half-smile as she nodded her head.

Reese returned to the video. Sunny -- it was definitely her, that much was obvious now -- was lying on her back by the edge of the bed, draping one leg over the side. The other woman, a cute redhead with a small tattoo of an anchor on her solar plexus, was crawling up next to her. The redhead latched onto one of Sunny's nipples and snaked her hand between her legs. Sunny let out an adorable gasp as the woman's fingers entered her. She nuzzled the woman with her forehead before angling herself just enough to give the woman's forehead and cheeks a smattering of sloppy kisses.

Sunny paused the video. "Do you understand now?" she asked. Her smile had softened, and Reese suddenly pondered the possibility that Sunny was also anxious, also hopeful to not be misunderstood. To be seen.

"You're..." Reese caressed Sunny's side. "...an exhibitionist?"

Sunny nodded. "Do you... like watching me?"

Reese chewed their lower lip as they awkwardly nodded. They could hear their heart pounding in their chest.

"Really?" Sunny asked. Reese thought their positive response would bring Sunny's smile back, but she still looked concerned. "You're not just sparing my feelings?"

"I like it," Reese said, voice so soft they were surprised Sunny could hear it. "I, umm..." They chewed their lip again, and hid this from Sunny by nuzzling her with their forehead. "I really liked it..."

"And... do you think you'd want to... keep watching me?"

"I do." Reese was smiling now. It felt like a wall was coming down. Not just between Reese and Sunny -- between Reese and the world. Maybe it felt the same way for her. "I, umm, I know I'd want to."

Sunny sighed dreamily into Reese's neck. Then she craned her head up so she could look at them with those big, blue eyes.

Reese squeaked out a little sigh as Sunny's hand brushed against their crotch. They found her smiling as she teased them again, running her index finger over their bulge in slow, lazy circles.

Sunny was still looking at them. "Will you keep watching me?"

Reese stifled a gasp. They were so hard it almost hurt... no, it did hurt. Their cock was begging to be released from the confines of their jeans. They closed their eyes, sighed, steeled themself, and whispered, "Yes."

"Good..." Sunny stopped teasing Reese's aching cock, rolled off of the bed (Reese, of course, admired the way her ass cheeks slapped audibly as she landed on the floor) and picked up her sundress. She reached into one of the pockets and pulled out a pair of earbuds. She climbed back onto the bed, pressed the earbuds into Reese's hand, and knelt beside them. "Put them on," she said, running her finger down Reese's stomach, "and watch me."

Reese understood what she meant. They plugged the earbuds into Sunny's phone. They tapped her phone and swiped left, going to the next video, and hit play. They smiled lamely at Sunny before putting the earbuds in.

They were immediately greeted by the sight of Sunny riding a person in a chest binder. She groped at the person's chest before planting her hands firmly over their binder and staying there, as if to keep herself balanced as she humped them, hard, hard enough that the audio was for a moment dominated by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The person beneath her was holding onto her hips for dear life, occasionally bringing them up to grope her bouncing breasts.

The "real" Sunny hastily undid Reese's fly and tugged at their jeans. They arched their hips so she could pull their pants fully off, quickly followed by their boxers. As Sunny's hand wrapped around Reese's cock they put the phone down just long enough to look at her. She was watching them, smiling, lovingly stroking their cock as if it were the sweetest thing she could do. She reached down and tapped the phone; Reese understood and resumed watching.

They were overwhelmed: here, in their hand, was Sunny-the-video-star riding a stranger, gasping and moaning and giggling and making any sound that occurred to her at that very moment, hands gripping her own ass cheeks and squeezing them, completely lust-crazed; down there was flesh-and-blood Sunny, taking as much of them in her mouth as they could.

She wasn't sucking their cock as hard as before -- Reese got the feeling she was trying to edge them a bit -- but it was still enough to temporarily overload their senses.

Meanwhile, in the video, Sunny had whirled around to a reverse-cowgirl position. Her paramour groped and squeezed her cheeks as she bounced up and down their shaft. "Fuck me," she moaned, running her hand across her chest, "fuck me..." Her partner, panting, exhausted, thrust up into her, over and over.

Reese peeked past the phone to watch Sunny service them. She was smiling, or rather wearing as close to a smile as one engaged in fellatio could wear. Reese removed one earbud and was immediately met with the sound of Sunny moaning with ecstasy. They could tell that she didn't see them watching.

Knowing, confirming, that she was enjoying herself as much as they were only made Reese all the harder, if such a thing were possible.

They noticed that she had one finger between her legs. "Sunny," Reese muttered. Bringing their hand to her waist, teasingly stroking the hand currently buried between her thighs, Reese said, "Come here..."

Sunny barely lost her rhythm as she laid down, bringing her feet up by Reese's head. She scooted over close enough for them to visually confirm that she was fingering herself. Reese caressed her hand again, gently pulling downward just enough for her to get the hint that they wanted to take over for her. She sighed into their crotch as she removed her hand from her sex. Reese wished they could have pressed their lips to Sunny's vagina, wished they could have serviced her as she did them, but they knew she didn't want that right now... she wanted them to watch... So they teased her with their fingers, entered her just enough to drag out a gasping, muffled sigh, massaged her clit... They put the earbud back in.

They were about to cum. It was only a matter of time. Reese bit their lip, trying and failing to stifle an undignified moan. They were almost at the point of no return, so close, so --

Sunny stopped. Reese didn't cum, somehow.

They didn't cum even when she pulled away, letting Reese's hand fall free, and rose to her knees. Reese watched her grope her own chest, drag her index finger along her lower lip... watched her spread her legs over theirs, cock poking against her stomach. She took it back in her hands, but didn't stroke.

She reached down and tapped one of Reese's earbuds. They removed it again and paused the video.

"Reese," Sunny said. Their name poured out of her like molasses. "Reese..."

They looked up at her. "Sunny," they said stupidly, not knowing what else to say, voice nearly a whisper.

This seemed to please her. She leaned forward, smiling even as her lips met theirs, and kissed them. As her tongue explored their mouth her hands went back to work stroking and squeezing their aching cock. They moaned into her, and Reese imagined her swallowing it, feeding her with their lust, and they were still moaning as their lips parted and Sunny straightened back up.

"Reese," she said again. They liked the way she said their name. Liked it more and more each time. "I'm going to fuck you now, okay?" She unzipped the hoodie.

Reese nodded and braced for it. They didn't want to cum the moment they entered Sunny, but they were worried that exactly this would happen -- they were so close already -- and they were running through every mental exercise that would prevent it. It worked.

Sunny gave out a soft cry as Reese slid inside. Reese could not keep quiet, either, which only seemed to excite Sunny further: she cooed happily, watching their face, watching them watch her... She reached down and tapped her phone. "Do you still want to watch me?" she asked, smiling coyly.

"You," Reese managed to utter, "I want to watch... you..."

Sunny beamed. She removed the remaining earbud and pushed her phone to the side.

Now Reese could concentrate solely on the Sunny in their bed. They caressed her thick thighs, running their fingers from groin to knee then back again. Sunny, meanwhile, had wrapped her arms around herself and was stroking her shoulders. She looked totally at bliss, though this didn't last long: she leaned forward and planted her hands on either side of Reese's face. They moved their hands from her thighs to her breasts and groped, squeezing softly, playing with her nipples.

A familiar sound almost drove Reese to orgasm: the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Of Sunny's cheeks bouncing against their legs. It was like fantasy had become reality.

Sunny's hands explored Reese's face, their chest, their shoulders, their neck, soft fingers dancing against their skin. She was looking at them with more affection than they'd seen before. They wondered why.

But they didn't have time to ruminate.

"You're about to cum," Sunny said.

Reese nodded.

She grinned. "Me too." She closed her eyes and let a long sigh wash from her. "Are you... okay to...?" She reached between her thighs and caressed the little tuft of pubic hair over her dripping mound.

"I'm... sterile..." Reese said. "If that's what you... mean..."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Okay," Sunny said simply, closing her eyes again. She cooed to herself. Reese's hands were still at her breasts; she put her hands over theirs and squeezed, encouraging them to grope her.

"I trust you," she whispered.

Reese came. They gasped and pushed up into Sunny, driving as much of themself into her as they could, as she brought herself down against them, sweaty flesh slapping against their legs and thighs, hands forming vice grips on their own.

Sunny tightened around them. Then she came, too, with an ecstatic cry that would have turned Reese on if they weren't currently shooting thick ropes of semen into her. She humped them harder, rode them harder, encouraging them to keep going, to give her as much of themself as they could, and they did, filling her with spurt after spurt of hot seed, and even when they felt it start to pool on their thighs they kept going, **** to please her.

When she'd finally had enough she slackened, ran her hand through her hair, and leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. After a few seconds she slowly pulled herself off of them -- they saw a bit of themself dribbling down her thigh, and their cock twitched -- and rolled onto the bed, face mashing into the blanket, ass up in the air. She looked up at Reese and giggled. Her hair was falling across her face and it was beautiful.

Sunny rolled off of the bed. "I'm going to go wash off," she said, and without waiting for an answer she strode out of the bedroom.

Reese heard water running. They stared up at the ceiling.

Why then? they thought, replaying the moment Sunny said she trusted them. Why then?

Whatever breakthrough they were on the verge of disappeared like a ripple in a pond as Sunny crawled back onto the bed and took their cock in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around their shaft and sucked, swallowing up the little semen that hadn't made it all the way inside her. She purred happily into their crotch.

Reese wanted to say her name, or tease her, or something, but they were so exhausted, so drained, that all they could muster was a pathetic "oh."

Then she released them from her mouth, kissed their shaft, and crawled across their body. She pressed herself against them, let them feel her weight sink into their torso and thighs, let them take her in their arms. They held her lower back, let their hands rest just above her rear. She nuzzled their chest with her forehead before looking up at them. She was smiling. So were they.

"Sunny," they said softly, giving her a squeeze. "Was that...?"

"Hmm?" So casual. She stroked Reese's cheek.

"Was that what you wanted?"

"It was." She rested her forehead against their temple. "It was exactly what I needed."

"Good." They squeezed her again.

"Can I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask, remember?"

Sunny giggled, a gentle breeze against their ear. She pressed her lips to their cheek, and when they turned their head to face her she kissed them on the mouth. Then she scooted down just enough to rest her head on their chest. "I like this," she said, caressing their arm. "I hope this is okay."

"It is," they replied.

"Was that okay? Watching me?"

"Mmhmm..." Reese chuckled. "I've never done that before."

"Neither have I."

"Really?"

"I've never met an actual voyeur before."

"Oh."

"Like, I've met people who enjoy watching me undress or masturbate or whatever, but it's because they already want to fuck me."

"How do you know I'm different?"

"I don't know. But I do. Am I wrong?"

"...no."

Sunny giggled. "See?" She looked up at them. "Umm... was it okay for me to look through that book? I'm sorry I violated your privacy. And theirs..."

"It's okay. The ones in the book are the ones okay with other people seeing. Well, in certain contexts."

"Like...?"

"Like this one."

Sunny purred. "Same as my videos." She moved her hand down to Reese's thigh.

"I, umm, make videos too."

Her eyes brightened. "Really?"

"Yeah. I don't have very many, but I have some."

"Can, I, umm... watch them sometime?" She blushed.

"Sure." Reese smiled and gave her another squeeze. "There are a few that are okay to share."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Is it weird that I already like being around you so much?"

"Only if it's weird for me to feel the same way."

Sunny seemed to mull this over for a moment. "Okay. Good." She nuzzled them. "I have an awkward question."

"Those are my favorite."

She snickered. "Umm..." She blushed again. "Do you promise you're... safe...?"

It took a second for Reese to understand. They nodded. "I promise." They swallowed. "Umm... do you want me to tell you why? If it'll make you feel better?"

"Only if you're comfortable."

"So, you know how I'm..."

"Nonbinary?" She said it without judgment.

"Yeah."

"I do." She scooted over a little so she could prop herself up with her elbow.

"Well, umm... years ago, in college, when I was still figuring myself out, I was able to start HRT." They swallowed again. "And, umm, I was on estrogen for a while."

"Oh..."

"And this doesn't happen to everyone who does it, but I guess I was lucky? Because after I stopped HRT the doctor confirmed I was sterile. I guess he was concerned about my prospects of having children, and I guess, I dunno, he was right to be? But to be honest, I was happy. I still am."

"Can I ask, umm... why you stopped?"

"I realized I wasn't a girl," they said, shrugging. "But I knew I wasn't a guy, either."

"Yeah."

"So..." They would have shrunk inward if it weren't for Sunny's partial weight on their body. "That's... is that okay with you? Me being trans?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" There was genuine confusion in her voice.

"I dunno, I -- I've been with women before, and when it dawns on them, it's... it makes things awkward. Some of them decide they don't want to go through with it. And that's okay, I guess, I just --"

"I mean, I don't think it's okay. But I understand."

"So you're not... grossed out?"

"You watched me have sex with another woman, remember?"

"That doesn't always --"

"And you're not the first enby I've done it with, either."

"Oh." They thought back to the person with the chest binder. "Umm... I accidentally started another video, by the way. During..." They cleared their throat. "There was a person with a binder..."

"Mmhmm..." She smiled. She started to say their name, but stopped herself. "They were really cute. So are you." She blushed. "But anyway, don't worry about it."

"Okay."

She cupped their face. "I mean it!"

"Okay!" they replied, giggling into her hands. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Just... thank you."

"Okay." She kissed their chest. She was quiet. Reese watched her head rise and fall with their breathing. "Hmm."

"What?"

"I'm just debating something."

"What's that?"

Sunny turned to them, face screwed up in an expression of puzzlement. "Well, on the one hand, I'm very sweaty and could use a shower. On the other hand, we're most likely going to have sex again today, so I wonder if it would be worth it."

Reese giggled. "Oh."

"What?" Sunny asked, giggling as well. "It's a serious quandary!"

"Umm... if it helps you decide," Reese said, moving their hands down to Sunny's butt, "I would definitely like to have sex with you again. Umm... today." They squeezed.

She purred. "Okay. If you don't mind the smell of sweat, then."

"I don't. Besides, umm... have you seen me? I'm a mess."

She laughed. "Yeah, but I like it."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm!" She hiked her butt up a little so Reese could continue playing with it. "That feels nice."

"Yeah?"

She nuzzled them, then lay there, letting them grope her, sighing softly at their touch. "I like the taste of your cum," she said simply, apropos of nothing.

Reese blushed. "O-oh," they said. "...really?"

"Mmhmm." She looked up at them, smiling, as if she'd said something as simple and uncontroversial as a comment about the weather. "Could you not tell?"

"I mean..."

"I do, though." She chewed her lower lip. "Umm... I don't always, but I like yours."

Reese was quiet for a moment. Then they guffawed, devolving into snorting laughter.

"What?" Sunny said. "I'm serious!"

"It's not that," Reese said. "I'm sorry."

"Then tell me."

"Okay. I was just thinking of our conversation earlier, y'know, on the couch."

"Okay...?" Then: "Oh!" She snorted. "Reese..."

"Yeah?"

"I'll swallow your cum. As a friend."

That sent them both spiraling into fits of laughter that left them shaking against each other. It felt good.

Sunny rolled over and slid into Reese's arms, letting them enfold her, and when they'd taken hold of her they kissed the back of her neck. It made her shudder, so they kissed her more -- on the neck, on her shoulder blades, anywhere their lips could reach. They cupped her breasts and gently squeezed.

"This is nice," Sunny said.

Reese couldn't help but agree.