Isabelle's Embarassment

I rang the doorbell, exhausted and looking like it, suitcase in tow.

Alex answered the door. "Hey!"

"Hey!" I said, smiling awkwardly. "I know it's been a while and I look very different..."

"I know, it's a bit trippy! But I'll get used to it Isabelle, don't worry about it."

"Can I hug you?" I asked.

I let my suitcase fall as Alex reached out for a hug, embracing him tightly. He was different too, taller, broader, more muscular.

"Come on in, I'll give you the very exciting tour!"

"Actually," I said sheepishly, "I just got off a long flight, do you mind if I use your shower and get cleaned up a bit?"

"No, go right ahead," he said, looking a little surprised. He led me to his bathroom, where I undressed and took a hot shower. I allowed myself to relax under the water for five minutes before washing up and getting out.

I wrapped myself in a towel and quickly did a bit of makeup. I put on a fresh pair of panties and my pink pajama set, a white and pink floral camisole, form fitting cotton shorts of the same material, and a pink satin robe over it all.

Deciding that I looked sufficiently feminine, I walked back into the living room.

"Hey, sorry. I just felt gross after the plane."

"It's okay, do you wanna hang out for a bit before bed?"

"Sure," I said, smiling.

I sat down next to him on the couch.

"Do you wanna play a video game? Board game?"

"Ooh, I'd play a board game!"

"I have Catan, Scrabble, Chess, Drink or Dare..."

"Drink or Dare?"

"Yeah?"

"Oh, I mean, I don't drink, but if you have weed I would be down."

Alex pulled a weed pen out of his pocket with a smile.

"Oh no," I joked, "now I'm committed."

I opened the box and pulled out the cards, giving them a quick shuffle. I pulled one off the top, and read "Do as many pushups as you can."

"That's lame," said Alex.

"Yeah, I'm smoking. Gimme!" I took a long drag of the dab pen, before coughing out a small cloud of vapor.

Alex drew a card. "Truth card. You get to ask a player of your choice a question."

"What? That's so unfair!"

"Haha," gloated Alex, "I can ask you anything I want."

"That's right," I said, "anything you're curious about."

"Hmm. What does it feel like to be a girl now?"

"It feels like I can finally breathe, for one. It's nice," I shrugged, "I feel pretty."

"You are pretty," said Alex, half to himself. "Okay, your turn."

I drew a card. "Sit in the lap of the player to your right for the rest of the game." I smiled evilly. "I'm gonna make it so hard to do your dares."

I settled into Alex's lap despite mild protest, leaning back against his muscular chest. I handed him a card.

He read "Give the player to your right a shoulder massage." He paused. "Do you want a shoulder massage?"

"You didn't stack the deck, did you?" I teased.

"No!" he protested.

"You can rub my shoulders, I'm really stiff from the plane." I took off my pink satin robe and shrugged it to the floor.

He scooted back on the couch so that I was sort of reclined between his legs, and he began lightly massaging my shoulder muscles.

"You can go harder," I said. "I get really bad knots."

He squeezed a little harder. I wriggled around slightly, working my back against his hands.

"Oh god, you're right, it's like all knot." He pushed even harder, making me squirm. "Am I hurting you?"

"Yeah, in a good way."

He laughed. "I'm glad you like it."

"You're good at this, you should fix my whole back sometime."

"Okay, lay down on the floor then."

"Really?" I asked excitedly. I laid down on the floor face down.

Alex knelt next to me. He started with the heel of his hand, working on the stiff muscles between my shoulder blades.

"Ugh, ow." I sat up. "Sorry, the floor hurts my boobs. If you want I could lay on your bed?"

"Sure," said Alex. He led me into the adjoining room and gestured to his bed.

I hopped up and laid down.

He tried to kneel next to me, but it was awkward, and we ended up deciding that it would be easier if he sort of straddled me and sat on my butt.

I realised my mistake as soon as he was on top of me. I was uncontrollably turned on by this arrangement, and the pressure on my butt was sort of shoving my crotch into his bed.

I couldn't speak for fear of betraying how I felt with my voice, and before I knew it he was working on my back. When he leaned forward I could feel his soft cock pressed against me through his sweatpants.

"Alex?" I managed to say.

"Oh god, did I hurt you?"

"No, you're fine. I just need a second."

"Do you wanna flip over?"

"No..." If I flipped over he would see my little girldick straining against the fabric of my pajama bottoms.

"Isabelle, come on!" he laughed. He tickled my side.

I recoiled, giggling. "Alex, stop!"

He took the opportunity to tickle my slightly exposed tummy.

I writhed and giggled. "Alex!" I flipped onto my back, with him still tickling me.

"Oh," he said, looking at the little bulge in my pajama bottoms.

"Sorry," I said, covering it with my hands. I wanted to cry. "Just you being on top of me was kind of a lot, and the tickling didn't help, and..."

"Isabelle, it's okay," said Alex, "if you liked me being on top of you, why didn't you just say so?" He smiled. "I can't control it sometimes either, and when a pretty girl can't control herself, well--" he gestured at the sizable bulge in his sweatpants. "Now put a pillow under your hips and lay down on your front, let's finish this massage."

I didn't protest. With the pillow under my hips, my cheeks were slightly parted, and the way he was sitting had his erect cock resting right in the valley between them. It was almost too much to bear, but I managed to control myself.

He leaned forward and worked on my shoulders and I felt his tip press into my opening through our clothes. "That's a good girl, just relax."

I let out a breath, but it came out more like a moan.

"That's it, let it out."

"Will you kiss me?" I asked.

He leaned down and kissed my neck, his tip still pressed into me. Then, he lifted his hips, letting me turn over. He kissed me deeply, and as he did so, he slowly brought his crotch into mine. I moaned into his mouth.

Alex pulled back, looking me over. "God you're tiny," he said, holding up his thumb and finger to measure my little bulge. "You can't be more than two inches hard."

I blushed. "How big is yours?"

"I've never measured," he said, "why don't we compare?"

"Sure," I said.

He pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, and a massive girthy cock swung out, wet with precum at the tip. Then, he pulled my pajama shorts and panties to the side, revealing my short little shaven penis.

I blushed.

"I think it's cute how tiny you are."

He pulled my foreskin back with his thumb and finger. "God, you're wet."

"Kiss me again?"

"Where?"

"Anywhere you want," I said, and I meant it.

Alex grinned. "Anywhere?"

I nodded.

He put my girldick away and flipped me over, ass up. He kissed each of my cheeks tenderly, slowly growing closer to the center.

He pulled my shorts and panties down first and laid a soft kiss right on my opening. I gasped at how good it felt. Somehow the fact that he had hardly touched my girldick made me all the wetter--I felt myself dribbling onto his comforter.

He licked his tongue softly and lightly across my opening, eliciting a shaky moan from me.

"That's a good girl, Izzy."

He licked a little harder this time, and then a little harder until it felt as if I were being devoured from behind. I shoved my face into the bed clutching his comforter and let out a long whimpering moan that never really ended.

He let up after a few minutes. Shakily, I turned over and asked "Will you touch me?" pointing to my little dick, shaking and wet.

"I have an idea for a game," said Alex with a grin. "It's called: 'How Long can I Tease Izzy before she's on her Knees Begging for It."

"That's evil!" I exclaimed with a laugh.

"Come here, sit in my lap. If you're a good girl I'll touch you sooner."

I sat in his lap and let him run his fingers up my inner thighs. I wanted him so bad.

He ran his fingers up my tummy and grabbed my little boobs, pinching my nipples under my camisole.

I moaned and squirmed, grinding my butt against his cock. "Alex, please? I need it."

"Oh you need it, do you? Tell me what you want, use your words."

"I want you to touch my penis."

"You call that little thing a penis?"

"It is really small," I admitted.

"It's tiny. I bet I could fit it in my mouth and have room to spare." He set me down on the bed and put all of me in his mouth, tonguing lightly at my sensitive tip. A few seconds of that was all I could take before arching my back, crying out, and coming into his mouth.

I felt him swallow.

He removed his mouth. "Good girl. Did that feel good?"

I could only nod.

"Itty-bitty Izzy," he teased, thumbing at my shrinking penis. "It's hardly there at all. Do you wanna learn what a real cock feels like? Get on your knees."

I obliged, looking up at him.

He took the back of my head with one of his hands, caressing me with his thumb. With the other he held his cock to my lips, and I opened up for him.

It filled my mouth, tasting slightly salty with precum. He pumped it softly in and out against my tongue.

Alex didn't last long either. He came hard against the back of my throat, filling my mouth with his load.

"Do you wanna swallow for me, Izzy?"

I did my best to swallow it down.

We curled up in his bed under the covers, him in just a tee shirt, me in just a camisole. He spooned me close to him, and within moments we fell into a deep sleep.