Shoot away

Samantha can still feel her breasts jiggling against her chest with her every short, panting breath as she tries to catch her wind after by far the most powerful orgasm of her life. She stares down at her room mates text message, her heart fluttering over more then her exploration of her new body as she tries to come to terms with the tangled mix of emotions she is experiencing. Embarrassment, that Julian had heard her. Flattered that he seemed to enjoy it so much. Curiosity, at what it would feel like to have someone else touch her sensitive body. Fear of where that would lead after her single slender finger had spread her to what felt like her limit. Disgust that she is even considering letting an asshole like Julian be her first time as a woman. Behind it all though is an ever building excitement, the fire of desire deep within her wet core doesn't seem to have died down in the least, if anything her orgasm only inflamed her need. She continues to nibble her lower lip, a nervous habit that seems to have carried over from her previous body as she tries to think this one through. Even if Julian is an asshole, even if things go bad, it will all be forgotten in a month when the trial is over and "Samantha moves away".

Still unsure if she is making a horrible mistake she finds her fingers moving with a mind of their own as she texts back to Julian: "Sure man, go for it! She likes guys who don't play games, just treat her well or I'll kick your ass." The response is nearly instant, clearly Julian had been holding the phone ready to answer the moment Sam responded. "You got it!" Not even a sarcastic remark about Sam's ability to kick his ass, certainly not like Julian and only helping to reinforce the effect Samantha is having on him. After double checking to make sure that the phone is on silent she tucks it back away and proceeds to dry herself. The simple sensation of towel drifting over her sensitive skin feels like a caress, her nipples that had been slowly returning to normal are again standing tall and sending small pulses of desire to her already dripping pussy. After a little surprise at how long it takes to dry her hip length flaming red hair she finally begins to dress, slipping back on the only outfit she currently owns that fits her. She can't help but blush as she notices the simple white panties she is wearing quickly show faint signs of moisture soaking through, her generous juices continue to flow even after her drying and mark her panties with proof of her need. Soon enough her skirt slides into place to hide her shame from prying eyes, but she can't help but feel like anyone who looks at her will somehow know.

Wrangling her breasts back into her bra proves more difficult then she had anticipated, the bra being just large enough to conceal her more then ample breast flesh she has difficulty finding the proper placement that will both keep her concealed and not put too much pressure on the sensitive orbs. She spends long enough adjusting that she can't help but get distracted by a little bit of additional breast play, this time she manages to keep her moans from escaping her full lips, but just barely and she decides that is enough for now. Her blouse slides on easily enough, providing modesty again as her breasts are hidden from view except for the barest hint of cleavage- at least as well as such massive orbs can be hidden, most eyes will surely still be drawn to the overly generous orbs contained within. Another few minutes devoted to brushing through her hair, another surprisingly time consuming process, before she regards herself in the mirror with admiration. Absolute perfection, no need for makeup or products. She has no doubt about how fortunate she and with a coy grin she realizes how fortunate Julian is about to feel, too.

As she emerges from the bathroom she sees Julian sitting on the couch and smiling broadly at her. She can see that he has brushed his hair and is sitting up straighter, his body language open with his arm thrown over the back of the couch where she would sit. "Looking great Samantha. I was just trying to figure out what to watch. Want to pick out a movie?" He had never been terribly suave, but at least it was something straight forward she could deal with. His broad smile falters for just a moment as her worry shows on her own expression, but returns quickly enough as she speaks. "Sure! I'm pretty tired, doesn't matter to me too much what we watch." That stupid grin has returned to his face as he pats the seat next to him. Samantha is really starting to doubt her decision- she doesn't even like Julian very much as a friend! But there is something about his tall build, the faint smell of his sweat from a hard days work that she can smell permeating the room, and the way he looks at her.. Still unsure if she should be doing this she finds herself folding down into the seat beside him, adjusting her skirt as it rides up high enough to give him a brief flash of her pale thighs. Unsure what to say, much less do, she turns her eyes towards Netflix in front of her- he hasn't picked out anything to watch yet and in her nervousness she can't seem to think.