Say, "I'm sorry!" and do anything to get on her good side.

As soon as the apology is off your lips, you realize to your surprise that you meant it. Wanda appears, if not shocked, at least not bored by your sudden face turn. As if eager to keep her first genuine expression of slight interest on her face, you continue apologizing, letting the words fall from your lips before you have time to think about them, and speaking so fast that you don't scare yourself silent. "I'm so so so so sorry. I swear I'm not really a snob! I just am so scared! Like all the time I'm scared and all I have is my daddy's money to lord over people to keep them from seeing how small and skilless and sad I am. If my dad ever knew half the things I'm scared I am, then I probably wouldn't even have that. I worry that if I have sex with a bimboi that I'll turn into one, but doesn't that mean I already am? I worry I'll be into guys even if I don't get infected, so then what's the point of being celibate? I like girls but I can't stand myself, and it's like they can smell it on me so I'm also scared I'll spend the rest of my life living with the person I like the least which is me!"

You finally stop when you run out of breath. If you captured her curiosity at the offset, you've clearly earned her attention. She looks almost kind for a second, then apparently thinking better of it smirks and says, "I forgive you. Heh. Minus the rich daddy and being bad with girls and being too scared to fool around with other bois and being snobby, you could have described me." You relax a little and Wanda warms up a little more.

She lifts her skirt and your eyes bulge ogling the size of her shaft hidden away in her black silk panties with a set of lips emblazoned on them that makes your lips water wishing for a kiss. She pulls a flask hidden in the band of her fishnet stockings and passes it to you, saying, "Most of your problem is living in your own head all the time. Your fantasies and fears keep getting bigger until they can't measure up to reality. What you need is a little trial run. A little lubricant to loosen you up, a wardrobe change, maybe a little kissing and petting and who knows what else? By the end of the night you will still be able to stay a boi and daddy won't have to know better. Or maybe you will have the courage to be yourself. Either way, it's more fun than babysitting."

You've finished most of her liquid courage by the time she's finished her spiel, and it has you feeling calm and confident enough to take her up on her offer. If it means getting to fool around with this ravishing rocker without risk of infection, then you have to jump at the chance, and fuck looking before you leap. "That sounds like a lot of fun, Wanda," you say with a certain note of naughtiness creeping in, "you said something about a wardrobe change?"

"That's more like it! Enough of that scaredy snob poor little rich boi routine. Tonight we're both gonna party like rock stars and rock like porn stars. I always bring a change of clothes in case things get too messy with the Daddies. Follow me. I can't wait to give you a make over. That's some babysitter shit, right?"

You smile dumbly and nod eagerly, willing to agree to almost anything as long as it means seeing more of Wanda's good side. You follow behind her, ardently admiring her 'good side' as she sways her hips hypnotically. You feel a giddiness that you can't entirely blame on the booze. What really is getting you buzzed is Wanda. Sure she's as scary as she is sexy, and she is the sexiest creature you have ever eyefucked, but the flip side to her fearsomeness is her fearlessness. It's like it's rubbing off on you, and you get all of the thrill and none of the terror in finally exploring your most forbidden fantasies.

"Here. These should fit with some help." Wanda pulls her back up clothes out of her backpack and hands them to you. You are so excited that you strip out of your clothes immediately, only realizing how bold you are being when Wanda gives you a wolf whistle, "TWEEEET Nice ass! Cute cock too. Not my usual size pref but it looks cute on you. I'll bet it will look even cuter in panties." Her compliments, backhanded though they might be, are like rain on the parched desert of your self confidence. The slightest amount of praise has your self esteem shooting the tiniest of bulbs through the cracked earth and quickly changing into her clothes in hopes of more praise.

The red plaid panties fit like a wet dream, hugging your ass tightly and caressing your rock hard cock. You pull a pair of red fishnets up and over them, marveling at how they frame your legs and unable to resist running your legs up and down them. A short, black pleated skirt that barely covers the top half of your ass leaves you feeling more exposed than when you were just wearing panties and more excited as well. The white lycra tube top fits surprisingly well considering Wanda's bust size, but you chalk it down to the miracle of modern elastics. You stumble over to see your reflection in the big screen tv. It is a dark reflection, opaque and dreamlike, but you enjoy it all the more for it. It lends a fuzzy fantasy quality to it, allowing you to see the gurl you could be instead of just a boi playing dress up.

You turn and see Wanda eyeing you hungrily. It's a novel experience to say the least to see lust in another living person's eyes and know it's for you. You feel bashful yet bawdy, coquettishly cooing, "So you said something about a little kissing and petting? Maybe we coulMMPH MMM SHLLP" Your little indecent innocent act gets its desired result before you can even finish your sentence as the hardcore harlot scoops you up in her arms, spins you around, and kisses you hard and hungry. You can't believe this is happening, it's so sordid and surreal and shameful and sensual and steamy and sapphic and sublime, and your tongue continues to trace 'S's around Wanda's tongue as her soft beestung lips crush stingingly hard against yours. Her snakebite piercings dig deliciously into your supple lips and her tongue piercing tickles the roof of your mouth, pleasure and pain entwined almost as tightly as you are.

One of the things that always excited you about watching bimbois kiss is that like girls they seemed to experience it as an end unto itself and not just a way to prime the motor like guys seem to. You would watch them kiss for what seemed like hours, blazed and boned with your tongue lolling and dreaming it was you kissing the sexy sluts. When you'd get especially gooned, you'd imagine you were one of the sexy sluts getting kissed. Now that you are, it's even more all consuming and erotic than you ever could have imagined. You can taste your tongue on her lips, sucking the sweet nectar of fleshy fruits and feeding her the taste of her luscious lips as your glossal organ glides against hers. You kiss sloppily, unabashedly, whole heartedly and see sawing from slow and serene to almost painfully passionate as the minutes melt away and time slows to a syrupy sweet crawl.

Your hungry hands and longing limbs join your tongues in their exploration. Wanda kneads wet whimpers from your doughy cheeks and you stroke and squeeze her enormous E Cups, feeling her nipples so swollen and succulent on your palms as you milk moans from her tantalizing tits. Your legs slide against hers, wrapping around her to hold her tight as if you were in any danger of being separated with your bodies grinding and gliding against each other as they slip and smack sweatily. You have never felt so compellingly constrained and yet so fearlessly free. Everything is happening so fast, even as time seems to stand still and your make out session goes from minutes to the hour mark. You never thought you could feel so sexy, so pretty, so shamelessly eager and yet so tremblingly timid. These seeming contradictions would be impossible to reconcile if you tried to reason them out, but there's nothing reasonable about anything that is happening, and somehow it is the only thing that seems to make sense in the moment.

But all moments must end, even the most magical ones. Wanda breaks the kiss, a single strand of your shared spit still connecting your lips as she sighs, "Oh my Goooooood! I didn't think I was going to have this much fun tonight. I don't want to pressure you, though from the way you were sucking on my tongue harder every time I dug my nails into your flesh, I think you might like a little bullying. Either way, whether you join in or not, I am gonna have to cum soon or I'll lose control. We have enough condoms to fuck an army so you can satisfy every curiosity you ever had and still stay a boi afterwards. The only question is, do you still want to play?"