Kelly – Part 2

I was in shock. In the short span of a few minutes, my best friend Kevin had become Kelly. Kevin was a slender guy, with soft brown eyes, medium length brown hair which he swept down in typical emo/hipster fashion. Kelly was adorable. She was smoothly shaven beneath her clothes, wearing black lacy panties.

She even had a semblance of curves. Beneath Kevin’s baggy clothes, hidden, was a delicious figure.
Kelly stood in front of me, beaming down at me. She shifted her weight onto one of her hips, and placed her hands at her sides.

“So? How do I look?” I couldn’t begin to describe. I could still see Kevin in there, but there was more. For me, there was a woman standing in front of me. She was a little boyish in figure, but she was smooth, curvaceous, and projected an aura of powerful femininity. My hands reached out, and gently touched Kelly’s naked legs, feeling their warmth and smoothness. She beamed even wider down at me, noticeably leaning into my touch. Her rosy lips parted a little.

“You look…” My eyes focused on the little bulge beneath her panties. I knew it was a penis. And I knew I didn’t like guys. I was pretty sure, anyways. But I looked up to Kelly then, and our eyes locked. Maybe it was the fact that I had an opportunity to screw, and my brain was overriding my reason. Maybe I didn’t want to hurt Kevin’s…or Kelly’s feelings. Maybe both. But I felt something when I looked into Kelly’s eyes. Maybe sexuality is more complex than just “I like men” or “I like women.” Maybe gender is more than just what body parts you do or don’t have.

Besides, I couldn’t deny how hot Kelly was. And seeing as how…willing she was, a cock wasn’t going to bother me much. She was woman enough for me.

“You look amazing.” I meant every word.

And I think it hit her, because she flinched. She places her hands on my head, rubbing my ears and neck.
“I think you really mean that…” Her eyelids lowered a bit, lovingly looking down at me as her soft fingers played with my hair. Goosebumps erupted across my body.

“I do. I want you Kelly.” My hands curled around to grasp her ass, taking each cheek in hand, spreading them and kneading them. God she was soft and warm.

Kelly’s hands, as if to reply, then left my head, and traveled down my chest to my lap. She found and began petting the stiffness beneath that had been pinned to my leg.

“I can see.” She smirked at me, and leaned in to kiss me. I happily met her. Her lips were delightful, and it made me even more stiff. My hips moved a bit against her.

She broke our kiss to look down. She licked her lips.

“Let’s get you out of these, big guy.” She kneeled then, at the edge of the bed, and began undoing my pants. I just leaned back, enjoying the sight. I was growing rather…enamored with Kelly already. And something else, a darker part of my mind, was delighting in the situation for different reasons.

Don’t guys love it when a girl wants their dick? Everyone wants to be desirable in some way. I love it when a girl wants me.