Is This It?

Hi, it's been a while. I've thought about continuing the story of Giant Steps on and off for the last few years but my very real transition and life have, as you might expect, taken up most of my energy. Still, I found myself recently wanting to revisit Sam and "check in" with her.

So, this is a direct sequel of sorts to Giant Steps but skipping about five years ahead. I've written this so that you can just jump in if you haven't read the previous stories or it's been a while.

I have intentions for more chapters after this, especially if the reception is favorable but I can't promise to be especially timely.

All that said, I hope you enjoy.

(CW: significant drug use)

Is This It?

Chapter 1 - Soma

Samantha leaned against the wall; one heel firmly planted on it like she was too good for this party. The slick leather of her pants reflected the flashing light of the club while she stood disaffected.

The acid she was on made the whole scene fascinating to her. The clump of bodies, writhing and sweating and moving in perfect rhythm with each other.

The drug made her hyper-aware of her own body. She could feel the cold e-tape stretching the skin of her nipples taut, the texture of her mesh top against her otherwise bare skin. Her bulge, packed tight in her pants, making her self-conscious.

She should have been dancing, why wasn't she dancing?

"Too cool for school?"

Samantha could barely make out the question from the pounding bass and glitched-out blast beats, let alone who it came from.

Still, the girl in front of her had caught her attention. She was dressed simply. A white tank tucked into a dark red plaid skirt over torn fishnets. Her top was sheer enough to see her sharp tits poking through--commanding too much of her attention. Then Sam saw her face and it struck her that any girl that hot would look good in any outfit.

After a moment she moved closer to Samantha, taking up residence next to her on the wall.

Samantha tried to play it cool. She turned her head up slowly to the prettiest girl she'd seen all night smiling shyly and looking down at her flats for a moment before returning her gaze.

Samantha tried to think up a clever response but just smiled when she looked into the girl's eyes and saw the words "your" and "move" written in eyeliner under her left and right eyes.

"What's your name?" Samantha tried to ask over the music.

The other girl clearly couldn't hear her and started laughing. She gestured toward the dancefloor. Samantha cocked her head to ponder the idea but before she knew it she was being dragged into the crowd.

Now she could not escape the wave. She moved her body in time with the music, her movement more than a little awkward but unselfconscious in the sensory overload of the dancefloor. She felt herself give up to the pounding in her chest. Despite the collective years she'd spent producing music, she'd never appreciated the feeling of a beat in her body this much in her life.

Sam wasn't just high, she was floating. And the girl who'd dragged her in, slender and supple, moved in four dimensions like fluid. Samantha locked in with her, got close, felt their bodies moving languidly together. She felt blood rush from her head to her leather pants, her penis struggling against its constraints. She felt her body coursing like a river.

The girl puts her hand on Sam's waist and a spark of sheer magic ran it's way up and down her body, triggering a moan to break from her lips as her face altogether softened and relaxed.

She put her hands on top of the other girls in affirmation of her touch, to tell her without words to keep going further.

Her hands inched their way ever south until she had her hands full around Sam's ass. The pressure from her hands made Sam feel the texture of the leather against her bare skin and elicited another moan.

Still moving in rhythm Sam brought her hands to the other girl's cheeks and leaned in to kiss the girl who had become in her eyes some kind of goddess. She felt this woman's gaze could cure diseases.

Sam felt everything in their kiss. Their lips drawn to each other like magnets, the wet of each other's mouth, the tentative exploring of each other's very beings combining.

Sam drew her head back after a moment though, careful to make sure she hadn't crossed a line unwelcomed.

The other girl smiled deviously.

Samantha was done. This girl was about to ruin her life. They leaned in to kiss each other again.

Though her moans were being drowned out by the pounding beat, Sam was sure her new fixation could feel every sound as if it were coming from within her.

This couldn't keep going. Not with this much clothes on, not surrounded by so many people.

The other girl must have thought the same. Just as soon as they'd gotten onto the dancefloor, they were making a beeline to the backyard.

As soon as they were clear Samantha pushed herself into the girl and the girl into the wall, careful to bear the impact with her hands behind the girl's head and back.

Their bodies were as close as they could get. The taller girl's tits graced Sam's collarbone through the tank top and mesh.

Both girls were becoming breathless.

The other girl finally withdrew to catch her breath.

Her eyes grew wide with a smile.

"Molly." She said as if they had been mid-conversation.

"Molly?" Sam echoed, confused, just starting to catch her breath.

"That's what my friends call me."

"But that's not your name?"

Molly bit her lips shyly and withdrew further to draw a small plastic bag with some white powder from her pocket before playfully returning it.

Samantha understood; molly.

Sam imitated Molly's gesture, drawing a small baggy of her own from her pocket containing the 3 remaining tabs of acid she'd brought with her.

"Lucy." Sam replied finally, biting her lips, indulging in a more careless side than she usually let out.

"You're beautiful, Lucy."

Sam blushed. She lived an awkward half-hour walk from the club.

"You're the prettiest girl I've seen here all night." Sam said, eying her down. "I was almost about to give up hope." Sam laughed in a way she hoped came off as sardonic.

Molly's face deadened suddenly. "Never give up hope." She said, looking Sam right in the eyes, suddenly shifting the energy of the conversation all at once.

Samantha stood disarmed. Who the fuck is this girl?

"My place is a short walk from here and my roommates are out for the night." Molly shifted effortlessly back into their sexually charged race to one or the other of their beds. Grazing Sam's nipples so tenderly it seemed to trigger something animal-like in her.

"I've never heard more beautiful words in my life" Samantha said, practically drooling.

Sam always hated this part. The walk back to privacy. The fluctuating social rules of a club, the street, and finally, the bedroom. Her outfit, an asset in the club, became a liability in the streets of Brooklyn at 1:00 AM. And she was with Molly, tall and scantily clad--she'd gotten more street harassment for being visibly lesbian than being visibly trans. She wondered if Molly had had the same experience as the taller girl held her hand and guided her to who knew where?

The further they got from the club, the more little tendrils of anxiety would normally have crept in, but Sam decided to trust Molly--she decided to give in to the magic of the night. Had acid been the right choice? Yes, Sam decided with little deliberation, she was on the right drug for this night.

Before she knew it, she was at this stranger's door.

"Is this it?" Sam asked eagerly.

Molly just laughed as she let go of the girl's hand to twist the key.

Two flights of stairs, three sets of doors, and Samantha was at the foot of Molly's unmade bed--panties and a Hitachi strewn about. She either hadn't intended for guests or didn't much care.

Molly pushed her playfully onto the bed.

Samantha laid on her back, head propped up to see Molly standing at the foot of the bed, taking off her tank top and letting her small perky tits free. She unzipped the side of her skirt and let it down, revealing her torn tights covering sweet pink panties.

Sam knew it would be prudent to take off her own clothes too in reciprocation but she couldn't take her eyes off of this beautiful girl.

As Molly took down her tights, Sam realized she couldn't see a bulge in the other girl's panties.

She sat herself up at the edge of the bed and couldn't help but feel up and down the length of Molly's smooth legs.

The taller girl looked down, "eager girl." She smiled.

Sam took that as all the sign she needed to pull down Molly's panties and reveal what she'd begun to suspect. A gorgeous neovagina. Clean-shaved with beautiful fat lips and clitoral hood peeking out between.

"You are so fucking beautiful." Was all Sam could muster before she felt a hand pushing her face closer to Molly's vagina.

Sam's tongue slithered between the lips and found the clitoris supple and round and sizeable on her tongue. Molly let out a guttural moan and held Sam's head harder against her.

"Good fucking girrrl" she was almost growling with pleasure.

Sam used her tongue like a paintbrush, swirling around her sex and then hitting the center, exploding every nerve ending in Molly's brain and eliciting endless moans.

"Just like that do not fucking stop"

Sam complied and kept lapping at her clit, building up cycles of pressure and release. She had her nails firmly planted on the other girl's ass to keep her steady as she brought this girl all the pleasure she could. Her own sex was throbbing in her panties, crying to escape the cool confines of her leather pants.

Sam could tell Molly was close to her first, and she suspected far from last, orgasm of the night as she kept moaning "fuck" plaintively under her breath.

Samantha added pressure to her tongue and could feel drool accumulating in her mouth. She dug her nails into the flesh of Molly's ass, long on one hand and short on the other and increased the speed of her licking until Molly could hold it no longer and let out a loud and satisfying moan that left her almost breathless.

Samantha gave the clit a few more licks for her aftershocks. She felt the pressure of Molly's hand relax and looked up to see the face of the girl she'd just made cum, looking up at the ceiling catching her breath and then looking down to see Sam's self-satisfied face, mouth wet with spit.

They both took a moment to catch their breaths but before long Sam got herself up and kissed Molly as hard as she could. Their mouths were inseparable and Sam could tell Molly was enjoying the taste of her own pussy in Sam's mouth.

Just as she was getting lost in the kiss however, Samantha felt herself being pushed down onto the bed again, resuming the action that Molly had begun an orgasm ago.

This time, she was quick to climb on top of the smaller girl and sat just above her cock. She was quick to pull off Sam's mesh and saw the e-tape covering her nipples.

She smiled evilly. "May I rip these off of you, darling?"

Before she could even think Sam found herself enthusiastically assenting "for the love of god, please."

With a sudden and slight pain, she felt the tape ripped from her breasts. The pain was gone after just a moment however, and in its place came a feeling of profound freedom and pleasure that sent blood rushing ever downward to her throbbing cock. She felt the same sensation again on her other nipple and felt free.

Molly paused in astonishment "your tits are fucking incredible."

"If you like them so much, why don't you stop looking and start tasting?" Sam replied cheekily.

Molly happily obliged, putting the full beauty of her lips to work on Sam's erect nipples. As she worked her tongue in sly circles around her tits Sam felt overwhelmed with pleasure. It hit her senses so much that she had to acquiesce to the pleasure or stop altogether.

It was not a difficult choice for her in that moment.

Her cock was almost pounding at this point and she was sure that she was wetting her panties with precum as waves of pleasure emanated from her breasts downward.

Almost involuntarily, she found herself reaching for her cock because she needed some kind of release. Molly caught onto her cue and retreated from her breasts to Sam's bittersweet relief. She got off Sam for a moment to let her take her now sweaty leather pants off of herself, feeling the overwhelming sensation of freedom as her cock (and her sweat pores) were finally given room to breathe. Throwing the pants aside she finally reached down and threw the panties off too, letting her cock spring out in glorious freedom. Before throwing them off the bed too, she did glance down at them to confirm that they were soaked with her own fluids, the thought of which triggered another twinge in her and leaked more precum onto her belly.

Molly witnessed all of this and began to salivate. She found herself drawn to the girl's cock and approached it enthusiastically.

She brought her mouth down gently just below Sam's belly button, then down her hip bones and around her shaved mons, laying delicate and thirsty kisses wherever her mouth landed. She then brought herself lower, kissing the girl's inner thighs. Sam understood this ritual and appreciated it. She was asking for permission to land.

"May I?" She finally voiced; eyes hungry behind Sam's cock.

"You fucking better." Sam said eagerly.

At this, Molly descended gently to the tip and slurped up the delicious precum, relishing the light salty warmth of another girl's gift. The pleasure from this, of course, only produced more fluid as Molly's lips around the delicate head of her penis triggered intense sparks of pure sensation.

She continued gently working the head like this before lowering her mouth down more and more, mouth wet with spit and precum, moving her lips up and down, holding the base of her cock with her hand at the same time and moving it in perfect rhythm with her lips. Stroking up and down, up and down she continued, building up an intensity Sam had never really felt before; this head made everything else she'd experienced before pale in comparison. She felt herself close to cumming but wasn't sure if she could be put over the edge this way.

As if reading Sam's mind, Molly took a brief break from Sam's cock to spit into her spare hand. Molly returned her mouth to the cock and began circling Sam's anus.

Sam let out a gorgeous moan accompanied with a desperate plea. "Yes yes yes yes yes, please please please."

Molly responded with casual control, glancing with only her eyes up at Sam while still bobbing up and down and simultaneously bringing the middle finger of her left hand closer to Sam's sphincter.

Sam didn't need poppers or anything. The finger glided in effortlessly, like a key in a lock and she let out a big moan of approval. Molly put the finger in deeper and angled up to hit Sam's prostate perfectly, moving up and down on it in rhythm with her mouth and other hand.

Now Sam could feel it coming, she was beyond close, she was entering into a different dimension entirely. She was barely even moaning as she was almost breathless from the sheer pleasure. She felt herself holding back because she wanted to retain some ounce of herself, some semblance of the too-good-for-this-girl she'd worked so hard to create. But she was ultimately helpless to the whims of her own body.

As Molly pushed even harder with her finger, Sam began letting the words fall from her almost incoherently. "Cum--cumming-, cum, cum, I'm gonna-"

Her words were useless as the torrent of silky fluid flowed directly into Molly's mouth in fits and spurts. Molly didn't dare take pressure from the girl's prostate, lest she miss out on any of Sam's delicious girlcum, clear and diluted from years of estrogen but still warm and salty on the tongue.

Sam writhed in orgasmic pleasure and release as Molly finally began to slow down, lifting her head from the cock but not removing her finger. She looked up at Sam, drool and cum spilling from her lips, looked her dead in the eye, and swallowed hard and firm before slowly taking her finger out.

Sam could barely process anything; her mind was still in the process of rebooting after an orgasm like that. What she did know was that she wanted to be kissed so badly, to taste her own cum in the mouth of this beautiful stranger. It wasn't long before she obliged, Molly gently lunging forward to passionately kiss this girl she'd met mere hours ago. Their lips met and their tongues swirled with each other and everything was right with the world.

They finally broke the kiss and Sam looked up with an innocent and playful smile.

"I taste good." Sam laughed.

"You sure do." Molly responded in kind. "You sure do."

Once their little giggles subsided Molly was still positioned over Sam, both breathing heavy. The two girls made intense eye contact with each other before Molly collapsed into Sam's side, where she was caught gently and held close. Sam planted gentle kisses on the other girl's head as they both caught their breaths. Sam's usual urge was to fill such silences but she felt no need here, she was content just to breathe deep with the strange girl.

This was far from her first rodeo, but even she had to admit it'd been a while since she'd gone to bed with a girl just like that. Longer still since she'd been so pleasantly surprised. And that's just where the fear would have typically set in, were she not blitzed on acid and bathed in a post-orgasmic glow.

T4T love hurt more because it felt more. Did she know that well enough to play it cool now?

Both girls were still wide awake and had now mostly caught their breath. Molly gave Sam little kisses on her neck.

"Are you always this affectionate or are you just happy to see me?" Sam asked with what she hoped was a devious but playful lilt.

"I'm just happy." Was all she said back, almost wistful in its sincerity.

Sam gave her a kiss back and began gently running her fingers along Molly's back. Like a good lesbian guitarist, she had long natural nails on her right hand and trimmed-to-the-quick nubs on her left. She let the edge of her long nails ever so sweetly graze the girl's back, prompting Molly to sink deeper into Sam, moaning almost silently, inwardly, like a cat purring.

Sam traced lines along her skin as if she were an artist, sketching with her pencil, all the while searching for sensitive spots, paying keen attention to what spots got her going more. As Molly moaned further and further in assent it dawned on both girls that they were hardly done with the night.

Sam's tracing became bolder, reaching down toward Molly's ass, cupping it briefly with her whole hand before returning to her traces, pressing firmer now, coming around closer to her front now, grazing the sides of her tits, eliciting deeper, more urgent moans. Clearly enjoying the touch, Molly leaned slightly away from Sam now, exposing the front of herself to the air and inviting Sam to play with her nipples more directly.

Sam obliged, circling her areolas with the soft of her fingers and eventually bringing her thumb in to gently pinch Molly's right nipple, eliciting a more audible moan which signaled that they were now getting back into it properly. Sam continued playing with Molly's tit and now brought her mouth up to hers, first giving a gentle exploratory kiss and, seeing Molly respond favorably to this, went in for deeper, slightly sloppier kisses.

The girls brought themselves closer to each other as they kissed, with Molly's free left hand now mirroring Sam's by grabbing and holding her tit, picking up where she'd left off before and sending twinges to Sam's now sore cock.

Both girls were on their sides and Sam's hand began to drift downward on Molly's body without breaking their kisses. She first brought her hand to Molly's exposed outer thigh and began to make way to the inner. This drew altogether different moans from Molly who finally broke the kiss to look at Sam.

"Is this okay?" Sam asked, referring to her hand nearing the girl's beautiful vulva.

For a split-second Molly seemed uncharacteristically pensive before turning to lie on her back and guiding Sam's hand down to her clitoral hood.

"Gently, at first." Molly said as Sam's index and middle finger rested lightly on the soft flesh just over her clitoris.

"Gentle." Sam affirmed with a kiss.

She did as she was told, pressing delicately on Molly's sex, moving her two fingers in gentle swirls around her. This wasn't the first neovagina she'd been this intimate with, in fact, she was convinced she knew who'd done it even, an unsexy thought she worked quickly to pull focus from.

As she moved her fingers in little circles Molly let out almost helpless moans, staring upward and occasionally arching up her back in response to the touch on the most sensitive part of her body. Sam increased the speed and slightly increased the pressure, now moving in a more side-to-side motion and looking all the while at this utterly beautiful girl in her arms, molding her pleasure like wet clay.

As she increased the speed, so too did the frequency of moans increase. Sam was no longer content to just look at this girl and had to have more of her in her mouth as she pleasured her. She brought her mouth down to Molly's left nipple now and mirrored the action Molly had done on her earlier. Swirling her tongue in circles around the nipple. She further increased the pressure and speed of her hand, building up Molly's pleasure and drawing out increasingly desperate moans and near whispered yes, yes, yesses from her.

Sam varied the suction on her tit, building up pressure and then releasing suddenly, then pushing down hard and rapid with her tongue. Molly was now sounding like she had before, clearly on the verge of her second orgasm of the night. Though Sam was not being touched she found herself moaning in parallel with the girl because she was that turned on.

As the sounds grew even more rapid Sam withdrew her mouth from the girl's nipple and focused entirely on her clit.

"Lucy--don't--you--dare--stop." Molly was able to just get out between her moans.

Sam's hand was truthfully beginning to grow a little tired but she did as she was told, saving her energy for one final push and bringing the girl to a peak, brought about what seemed like a full-body spasm, Molly arching her back up as high as her position would allow, letting out one big moan almost like a howl, before settling back into the bed and bringing her hand to Sam's to indicate she should slow down and release.

Orgasm 2.

Molly turned aggressively back to Sam now and kissed her hard, holding Sam's head to her own before releasing and almost growling. There was something increasingly feral about Molly's actions and it made Sam want to melt away with this girl. She'd had a dream once that started like this. But how had it ended?

Molly finally broke the kiss and between panting breaths said "good. Fucking. Girl."

And kissed her again, a little softer now but with no less passion.

Both girls found themselves needing to catch their breaths again.

Now they collapsed into each other, wordlessly sharing every inch of their naked bodies with each other. Soft and wet and now, truly, exhausted. Though Sam normally couldn't sleep much on psychedelics, before she knew it, she was fast asleep.

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The next thing she saw when she opened her eyes was soft light on delicate brown hair. Her heart began to race as she didn't know quite where she was before recalling the passionate whirlwind of the last 12 or so hours.

Molly was this girl's name, at least that's what she'd been told. Sam tried to recall all of the facts she knew in her head. Her name is Molly (probably), she is beautiful, she'd had incredible sex with her mere hours ago, this was her apartment, her bed, her gorgeous hair. As much as it had felt like last night had happened in a different world, here she was lying in the aftermath. Better yet, she felt more comfortable in this girl's bed than she had in her own for a long time. She felt somehow, despite her physical exhaustion, well rested and at peace.

And this horrified her.

Four years of manic, regrettable decisions had taught her that she couldn't be trusted with this kind of peace. Yet she was too exhausted by her own self in that time that she knew any anxieties she had vis a vis pretty girls were only going to manifest as self-fulfilling prophecies; better to not give them voice.

And in the absence of her cloying, inexorable internal monologue she heard... nothing. At first. Then the slight inhales and exhales of the sleeping girl. she heard the less gentle movement of air by the AC. She swore too, she could hear her own heart.

She was safe. Not only safe, but happy. Actively happy. She resisted the urge to literally laugh out loud and risk waking such a beautiful creature. She was going to play it cool.

She closed her eyes again. Though she was no longer sleepy, she was content, for the moment at least, just to pretend.