They work up to it.

Bill sat back, his erection rapidly deflating. After a moment of awkward silence, he joined Amber/Bill under the covers. She scooted away from him a little bit.

"Is everything ok?" He asked, worried that he had upset her again.

"Yeah, no, definitely." She relaxed a little bit but didn't move any closer.

Bill laughed. "You're definitely me. Who else would say 'yeah, no' right now?"

Amber/Bill blushed. "You know, from my perspective, you're me. I'm learning about myself as much as you are. I never realized how uncomfortable I am around beautiful women. You've got to let go and be yourself a little more."

"Wait, how are you learning about yourself? You can't learn or know anything, right?"

She rolled her eyes. "We keep coming back to this. I can't, but I'm simulating you and you can. This simulation includes all of your experiences plus the ones I've had since you created it. That means I've learned more about how I - or you - interact with women from the woman's perspective."

This could be interesting. "So what have you learned?"

She frowned. "Well, first of all, we're pretty clumsy with our hands, but that wasn't a surprise. What is a surprise is how weird you've been acting."

"You want me to act normal? How is this situation normal?" he asked incredulously.

"It's not just what you're saying, it's your whole vibe. You're very obviously horny. I can feel your eyes all over me and it's obvious how bad you want to fuck me. But when I bring it up you blush and act ashamed. I'm getting really mixed signals from you. No wonder I always had such a hard time dating!"

Awkwardness aside, Bill was glad that she seemed to be recovering from her shock. "So what's the solution?"

"How the hell would I know? I've only been a woman for an hour! I guess either just admit you want to fuck me or quit staring at me like a piece of meat. I don't know, man." She seemed frustrated. "You keep asking me these questions that I don't know how to answer. If you're confused, think how I must feel. A few minutes ago you stuck your finger inside of me and I had a panic attack."

He wasn't sure how to respond, so he kept his mouth shut. She grunted with annoyance and kept going.

"Look, I know you're not the take-charge type because I'm not either. But the difference is that you've still got your dick and you're an actual personal, not a simulacrum. If we're gonna get anywhere with this you need to get more assertive. Do you want to fuck me? Then say you want to fuck me! At least it'll clear the air. Besides, I know you do."

She got out from under the covers and stretched theatrically, her whole body becoming taut. Her firm abs and perky tits stretched out in front of him and he once again caught sight of her pussy. She spoke again when she finished.

"See? You want to stare, just stare! Just do it, man!" She pressed her tits together, giving him an enticing view of her cleavage. "I'm giving you full permission here. In fact, let's get this over with."

Without warning, she grabbed his right hand and shoved it down to touch her pussy. As soon as he touched it, her eyes widened and she squealed, then quickly recomposed herself. She guided him to her clitoral hood and grunted as he found her pleasure center. He began to stroke it and her mouth shot open.

"Oh, fuck! That's- oh, oh my God, I didn't- holy shit!"

Bill began to penetrate her with his finger but she pulled his hand back. "Not yet, dude. Still not- oh, oh fuck, yeah." She closed her eyes and bit her lip. "Stick to the outside, that's- ohhhhhhh fuck fuck fuck I can't, no, I'm not-"

Her incoherent babbling turned into inarticulate cries as he continued to lightly touch her clitoris. Her back arched and she put her left hand against the wall behind her to steady herself as she pressed his hand hard against her mound. As her cries reached a fever pitch, he impulsively leaned over to kiss her.

Amber/Bill's eyes shot open when their lips touched and she let out a strangled cry, forcing hot air into his mouth and down his throat. He pulled back in a coughing fit just as she climaxed. She thrashed and screamed like a feral cat, then collapse back in a pool of sweat. After catching her breath for a second, she turned angrily to Bill.

"What the FUCK, dude?"