VR Day 11 - A solution

It’s time for dinner by the time you get back to camp. You link up with Viti, who is hanging out with Sheva and Duni in the kitchen, stealing little bits of food from Bee as she tries to cook dinner. Viti’s not stealing. That’s all Duni and Sheva.

Bee puts up with it because Bee is great. Bee also gives you a little opportunity to remember that Viti isn’t as innocent as she looks. Bee wears this black dress that’s pretty short, so whenever she does anything like bending or moving quickly, you can get a flash of perfect, pale skin, and some almost provocatively innocent white panties.

Viti acts like a princess, and she is a princess, but she just wants to touch that booty.

“Your hair’s different,” she says. “I like it.”

“Thanks,” you say.

After dinner, everyone automatically congregates in the TV room to sit around and relax until bedtime. You sit with Viti on a couch, and she’s obviously very happy to have your arm around her. She likes being a couple when it’s just a bunch of gay FUTA girls. It’s out in public that things are different.

You don’t even have to say anything. After a while, she starts giving you these looks.

“You want to go upstairs, baby?” you ask.

She smiles and nods. She’s probably thinking about Bee’s behind.

Upstairs, she goes straight to the bathroom. Viti is absolutely wanting to get lewd, but she’s shy and classy, and always wants to clean up and put on perfume first. Perfect. While she’s in there, you get ready too.

Viti comes out looking delectable in a little, red cami over matching bra and panties.

Meanwhile, you look… not like that.

“Yeek!” she shrieks, clapping her hands over her mouth. “Who are you?” She tries to cover up.

Looks like it worked.

You step out of the shadows. Unlike her, you’re fully dressed in new clothes. Boy’s clothes. Your hair is short and brown instead of long and red.

“Hey,” you say, grinning. “Meet Riley.”

She stares at you. “Riley?”

“Yes, Riley. The boy version.” You spread your arms. “See?”

She keeps staring. This is getting awkward.

“Get it? Riley is a gender-neutral name,” you try to explain.

“You cut your hair?” she asks shrilly.

“Yeah,” you say, reaching up to touch it. It feels weird. You look so butch now. Well, a little. Maybe. “I’m the boy version. You can be seen with me in public. I have a wig for FUTA that looks like my real hair.” You point at it. It’s on the dresser.

“Oh my god,” Viti says.

“Don’t I look like a boy now?”

“No!”

“I don’t?” You turn and look at yourself in the mirror. You think that you do. “What? Come on. I’m super manly.”

“Why have you done this?” she asks.

“So we can go out together,” you say. “Unless you don’t want to.”

She looks like she’s about to burst into tears. Oh no. Did you fuck up again?

Viti throws her arms around you and squeezes painfully hard. You don’t like the pain, but it seems like she’s not mad. So that’s good.

She sniffles something into your chest, but you aren’t sure what she said. You’re also wearing a minimizer bra that is quite tight and making it hard to breathe, but that’s OK. You don’t need air. You just need her.

“I can totally pull this off,” you promise. “I’m super manly. I mean, I’ll watch some sports or something. I’m very convincing as a big, strong boyfriend.”

She laughs.

“Very convincing,” she says.

OK, so you need to work on it a little.

“Thank you,” she says.

Yes! It’s working! Maybe a little too well, because you seem to have flipped a switch in her. You have learned that Viti is as horny as you, but she’s also girlier and doesn’t want to take the lead. She knows how hard it must’ve been for you to get this haircut, and she’s moved by it. Apparently big romantic gestures are her kink because ten minutes later she’s riding you so hard that you wonder who you are actually in bed with.

But she’s still Viti. Her back arches, her breasts bounce adorably, and thick, pungent cum spills out on your stomach.

Unlike usual, she doesn’t collapse, blushing, glowing, and wanting to cuddle.

“Mmm,” you say. “OK, baby.” You welcome her as she climbs off you only to climb right back on, getting on top of you missionary-style. She kisses you hard, feverishly stroking her cock to get it hard again.

She makes it for a whole five good, firm, deep thrusts before she explodes inside you.

Now she collapses on top of you, still inside you. Still, that’s impressive for her. Twice that fast? And all that energy?

“Oh, baby,” you purr, stroking her quivering body. “You should be the boyfriend.”

“Shhh,” she scolds you, and you feel her cock give another throb. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you say, stroking her hair.

~ Route End ~