Alterations: Trial Period Ch. 04

Seema spent most of Wednesday being bombarded by messages from Veronica trying to convince her to come out to Thursday karaoke.

She'd had to mute V. There was research, first years' lab supervision, and office hours to get through. With the frequency of V's texts, if Seema had left her phone on vibrate, her students would have thought it was either an electric toothbrush or a sex toy she'd accidentally turned on, which would have been an even worse distraction than the messages.

Seema had enough to deal with already. On top of all her usual work, she was still hiding the effect of the medical trial. She managed to make it through Wednesday without any incidents, despite wearing a skirt and tights to the university. It was possible Seema had simply been too busy to have problems, but still, she counted that as progress.

Finally home after dinner time, Seema dropped her winter coat on the floor and unmuted V. Her phone buzzed for a solid minute as hundreds of messages came through. She was annoyed to find herself wondering what it would feel like if she held the phone against her temporary penis, like it was the sex toy she didn't want her students to think she had.

Seema tossed the phone aside with a sigh, toward the air mattress she'd left out after Saturday movie night. She dropped her skirt and socks like she was shucking the day off her, then headed to the kitchen to see what was in the fridge.

Not much.

After she dumped her ex, Seema had been in a bad financial situation. The pay from the medical trial was helping, but the bulk of it would be paid on completion, and she'd already spent the advance on late rent and bills. The fridge held only questionable leftovers, almost-empty bottles of condiments and sauces, margarine because butter was too expensive, and half a carton of eggs. Groceries felt like too much work, but with her credit cards finally doing okay, she could handle a ridiculous delivery fee.

Seema half-rolled, half-collapsed onto the air mattress. She landed a little too heavy on her front, and with a groan turned to one side to keep her balls from squishing. Twenty-something years of habit didn't turn off in a week.

She adjusted with one hand while she set up her order. She ignored V long enough to add curry, noodles, and chicken - might as well have leftovers.

With the order confirmed, she sighed and pulled up V's messages. Veronica spent the entire day trying to convince Seema to come to Thursday karaoke. She hadn't been to weekly girls' night since just after the breakup. Tried once, the week of, but she'd fallen apart the moment their song came on.

The girls missed her, V said. Too many weeks avoiding getting lightly drunk with the gang. When Seema hadn't answered, V prodded about Seema's dick, going from reassuring to suggesting preventative measures to teasing about whether she was afraid she'd get a boner on stage, then back to reassuring and convincing and whining and begging.

Seema sighed again and tugged at where her tights clung to her hips. The fabric shifted sheer against her penis and tight around testicles they weren't designed to accommodate. For most of the day, the compression helped keep things hidden, but now Seema's crotch felt sticky and uncomfortable. She tugged her tights down under her balls so her new bits could air out.

While she waited for food to arrive, Seema resumed the show she'd been streaming and scrolled on her phone. As she flicked through socials, she began to frown. Her feed was filling with women in sports bras and swimsuits. She'd have called the content thirst traps for horny men, but they were in her feed which had been carefully curated for recipes, cute baby animals, and biochem puns.

Maybe it was influenced by the time she'd spent lingering on V's pages since they'd had sex on Saturday. And Sunday. And Monday morning. And Tuesday.

But that was done. Tuesday was the last time because Seema had a date on Friday.

She closed out of V's profile and scrolled, annoyed with herself for tapping on reels of women in barely-there bikinis and gym outfits, but she kept doing it.

Her food arrived. Seema jumped up, tugged her shirt down over her half-hard dick, checked that no one was nearby, and grabbed the bag from her front step.

She ate and focused on her show. She'd had a great day. No unwanted erections except for the brief road bump just now. Exactly what she had in mind when she accepted the medical trial: temporary inconvenience no one needed to know about.

Yes she would go to karaoke tomorrow night, Seema decided. She hadn't seen the girls all together since before the breakup, and if she had no penis problems today, she could do it again tomorrow. She texted V that she'd be there.

Maybe just a little fun time tonight, to help keep herself calm. And in the morning. And when she came home to change after research. Just in case. No problem.

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This was a mistake, Seema thought the moment she saw how Veronica was dressed.

The karaoke bar was just as she remembered it: smooth white with neon LEDs and swoop-lined booths, cozy despite the science fiction vibe. She'd expected the place to have changed, but that was more about her than the bar. No one was up on stage yet; the karaoke machine flashed and glowed on demo mode.

Carmen spotted her first. She whooped and jumped up, grabbing Soo-bin and Lisette, who raised their arms and cheered. The three of them rushed Seema and wrapped her in a warm hug. The girls smelled pleasant in ways Seema had never noticed before, and the hug felt different, more exciting.

Behind them, V sat in the booth, smirking at the men's jeans Seema wore. Veronica had dressed provocatively for her on purpose, Seema was sure: a tight, shimmering blue dress that clung to the tone of her body. No bra, a bit of sideboob, and so short Seema was sure she'd be able to see everything if V uncrossed her legs. She had these stunning black boots, too: simple thigh-high soft leather leaving just a strip of skin between them and the dress.

"This was a mistake," Seema thought, out loud this time.

Lisette pulled back and tugged at Seema's belt loop. "You're right, not flattering at all."

She knew that, but the point was to give her some extra room compared to clothes designed for women without dicks and balls. Seema tried not to check if she showed.

Soo-bin gave Lisette a light bop on the nose. "Not the jeans, she's worried it's too soon after the you-know-what. It's not, by the way," Soo-bin winked at Seema.

"The you-know-what? I don't -" Carmen said, looking back and forth. "Oh! The breakup!"

Soo-bin bapped Carmen too. "Yes but we weren't going to say that, dummy."

The girls dragged Seema back to the booth and poured her some soju that smelled like mango. The whole time, V watched Seema with that infuriating little smirk, like she knew exactly what she was doing with that dress. She'd better not have told them, Seema thought. Not that she'd know what to do if V had.

Carmen took charge of keeping conversation casual, asking the others what they'd been up to recently so Seema could listen without engaging. Carmen wore a frilly floral top and piles of tasteful jewelry, all of which accentuated the gentle bounce of her body and thick hair, especially each time she reached over to touch Seema for emphasis. That was a little distracting, but Seema appreciated being watched out for, and simply listened to her friends for a while.

Soo-bin used to be the quiet one of the group, but that role had shifted to Seema as she'd closed off a bit and Soo-bin opened up. She used to dress the most conservatively, too, but mostly out of lack of interest and motivation. Now she'd found her personal style: lots of contrast, bold lines that highlighted her eyes and lips and belly. Carmen deftly steered Soo-bin away from relationship gossip and toward her excitement for her new fits.

"Maybe you should take Seema with you next time," Lisette laughed, "So she can find something better than those jeans." Lisette was the most fashionable of the group, had helped Soo-bin. Today Lisette was sharply dressed in a tailored, pinstriped blazer layered over a tiny white top that flaunted her thick frame and chest.

Seema realized how much she was noticing her friends' bodies and took a long pull of her drink. She was worried V saw it, too - every time Carmen touched Seema's arm or Lisette bumped shoulders when teasing, V's eyes darted to Seema's.

"They'd better not belong to your ex," Lisette said with a nudge.

"What?"

"The jeans. I hope they're not your ex's."

"Lisette, leave her alone!" Carmen scolded. She stood up and waved at the others to do the same. "We're up! I put in our song, let's go!"

Lisette playfully shoved for Seema to get up. She hadn't planned on going up on stage to sing tonight, just in case of any potential incidents - she didn't want her friends to find out she had a penis, let alone the entire bar.

"Go ahead without me," Seema said. She scooted aside so Lisette had room to squeeze out of the booth.

"You sure?" Lisette squeezed Seema's thigh and she nearly jumped out of the booth in surprise.

"I'm sure," Seema squeaked. "I'm not - I'm still - maybe next week." That was way too close. She'd managed the last day and a half well, but being touched now, especially there...

Lisette shrugged and linked arms with Carmen and Soo-bin.

"I'll keep an eye on Seema," V said, "Make sure she doesn't sneak out."

The girls looked disappointed they weren't all going up together, but their song was waiting. Carmen, Soo-Bin, and Lisette strutted on stage and began belting out Kiss from a Rose.

Veronica slid across the booth and cuddled up. "Hey Seems. How are you doing?" she asked, and rubbed Seema's thigh.

She peeled V's hand away. "Um, okay..."

V pouted briefly, then turned to their friends putting everything they had into the song, arms around each other. "So now that you're into girls, who's hottest - Soo-bin, Carmen, or Lisette?"

Seema frowned at V, partly for the question, and partly because she'd been trying not to think about it. "Why?" she asked.

V shrugged and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Just curious to know who you want to fuck the most."

"Shhh," Seema hissed. Don't think about it, she told herself, but she could feel it lurking in her head, the evaluation churning. "None of them," Seema said and shoved V into the corner, but Veronica only laughed. "How long have you been here? How many drinks have you had?"

"Doesn't matter. What's your type, now that you like girls? Who's your most fuckable friend?" V asked. She adjusted the top of her dress and lifted her small boobs until her nipples poked visibly from behind the fabric.

Seema crossed her legs, hoping to cover up what was happening inside her jeans, then crossed her arms. "Hang on. Veronica Li, are you jealous? Worried I might want to bang your friends more than you?" She regretted the questions as soon as they left her lips, but she didn't get the reaction she expected.

V's eyes went wide. She crossed her arms and gave an awkward fake laugh. "I am not," V scoffed, too loud, like a schoolyard nuh-uh.

Before Seema could press the topic, the other three girls came back to the table, laughing. They dropped back into the booth in different seats from before and took a minute to figure out whose drinks were where.

"Seema has some big news," Veronica announced. She poured a fresh round of drinks as Carmen, Soo-bin, and Lisette all went "oooh" and leaned in.

Seema frantically shook her head and slapped V's leg. She couldn't do this, they'd talked about -

"Seema has a date tomorrow," V sang with a little shimmy.

"Oh my god who!" Soo-bin shrieked. "Tell us everything." She grabbed Lisette's hands and they both pumped in excitement.

"You don't have to," said Carmen as she rolled her eyes at the others.

Relief washed through Seema and she slumped a bit, had another sip of soju. Of course she could trust Veronica with her secret. She hadn't wanted to talk about the date, but with the panic cooling and Carmen's acceptance, she felt fine about it.

"It's Darren," Seema said.

"That cute nice boy from your pharmaceutiwhatsit group?" Soo-bin asked.

V leaned in and cupped her hand over her mouth for an exaggerated whisper. "He baked her special asking-out cookies."

Soo-bin and Lisette squealed, and even Carmen, teased as group mom, gave Seema a smile and a pump of her luscious eyebrows. They'd all met Darren when they'd come to pick Seema up for karaoke night once before the breakup. Even back then Soo-bin had been teasing Seema about Darren being her school husband.

After the breakup, Seema mostly felt like wallowing, and as much as she loved her friends, Veronica was the only one she'd allowed to come by. It seemed silly now, with her friends making the effort to give her a normal, fun night out. She'd needed this. It really had been too long.

She listened to her friends gossip about her date and try not to compare Darren to her ex too much. Lisette led a silly good luck toast for Seema's date and the evening went on like normal. Friends catching up, having a good time, getting not as drunk as they used to, singing dumb songs mostly on-key.

It wasn't entirely like normal. After V's prodding, Seema worked to keep from staring at her friends. Could they tell? Seema knew when straight men noticed her, like a reflex they couldn't help. Mostly they knew not to linger, so mostly it didn't bother her. She hoped she wasn't lingering like the ones that did bother her.

Did Carmen notice how Seema's eyes kept following her bouncing black hair down to the smooth brown skin of her bare shoulders? How Seema imagined those plump, luscious lips wrapped around her cock?

Would Soo-bin see that Seema felt drawn by the sharp lines of her outfit to the cling of her shirt around her hips and tummy that Seema wanted to hold from behind?

Could Lisette tell that Seema looked over every time her blazer shifted to expose the small tube top that barely covered her soft, thick belly and breasts that Seema wanted to take in her hands and gently squeeze?

And V... was too dangerous. Seema just tried not to look at her at all, despite the flashes of sideboob and thigh in her peripheral vision each time V moved.

She'd been warned that the drug trial would make her body behave like it was going through a boy's puberty. She'd never truly understood how stressful it could be for arousal to be plainly visible with a penis. Any other day, hanging out with her friends was relaxing and fun. Today it was fun but not at all relaxing as Seema tried not to stare and kept one hand perpetually hovering near her lap to adjust the pull on her jeans and hide her on-and-off erection.

Seema stressed herself out enough to forget her suspicion that V dressed to seduce her - at least until V leaned over and whispered "I'm not wearing underwear."

"Nooo," Seema hissed. Veronica cackled in response and leaned on Seema's shoulder. V already knew her better than anyone, and over the last few days, she'd very quickly learned how to push Seema's buttons.

No stopping it now. Seema was fully erect, straining and hot against her jeans despite the extra room. But it was below the table, and V was the only one who'd be able to see. She'd be alright as long as she didn't stand up.

"So, Seema, why the jeans? Let's see them," Lisette asked. "If that's really your new style, maybe we can find something that fits you better. Come on, up, up, let's see!" She motioned with her glass, almost lost some of her soju.

To Seema's surprise, Veronica took her hand and laced their fingers together, leaning in, protective and possessive in a way that made her skip a breath. "Don't bug her about the jeans," V said. "Seema's still coming out of a rough spot. I'll get her back into dresses soon."

Lisette pulled back and smiled. "Right. Sorry, Seema," she said, and held out her hands in a way that pushed and lifted her pale breasts beneath her blazer.

Carmen leaned across the table and touched Seema's hand, putting hers on top of the clasped pair. It was warm, gentle. "Actually, you've been pretty quiet tonight. Are you sure you're okay?" Carmen asked. She wore a slight frown on her thick eyebrows.

"Fine," Seema said, her voice cracking a bit like a boy's. Difficult as it was to keep her eyes off her friends, the touching was what really turned her on. The surging, throbbing hope that her unbidden fantasies might be possible.

"Actually," said V, patting Seema on the back, "Seema might have had a little too much to drink. I should probably take her home." Her eyes flicked down to Seema's lap for a moment. "In a few minutes. Seems, have some water and say goodnight, let's get you to bed."

The suggestion shouldn't be suspicious. Wouldn't be the first time, especially toward the end of her relationship when she'd been drinking too much. To Seema's relief, the girls nodded and smiled sympathetically.

Seema knew what V was up to. She'd told herself she wouldn't do it again, but now Seema told herself this would be the last time for real.

She smiled, apologized, said her goodbyes, and shrugged into her coat, which was long enough to help hide her problem. The girls each stood for a hug, which was terrifying as Seema was still hard, but V deftly steered them into a group hug where no one was pressed up against Seema's dick.

She allowed Veronica to lead her out to the bus stop. They didn't speak for the whole trip, but V wrapped herself around Seema's arm and wouldn't let go. She felt her heartbeat pumping through her nonstop erection, maintained by V's adorable possessiveness.

They stepped into Seema's house. The moment they door closed, V threw off her coat and bent over to unzip her thigh-high boots. She really wasn't wearing anything under her dress. Seema's cock pulsed at the sight of V's perfectly hairless, smooth dark lips, remembering how they felt wrapped around her.

"Meet you upstairs," V said with a wink.

Seema moved to follow but tripped on the step - she was still wearing her boots, coat, hat, and scarf. She fumbled out of her winter gear, watching V slink up the entry steps and around the corner.

Seema hurried, almost tripped, and followed Veronica upstairs. First flight past the second floor bedrooms she and her ex used as offices and personal rooms, one of them now bare. Second flight of stairs to the master bedroom. She took the steps fast, almost panting by the top.

V sat at the foot of the bed, her legs parted, the bottom of her tight, patterned blue dress hiked up just enough to expose her. She leaned back on one hand and the other traced lazy circles on her clit. Her eyes followed the zipper of Seema's jeans like magnets.

"Give me a minute," Seema breathed. She undid her jeans and kicked them aside, leaving her underwear that mostly covered her as long as she directed her cock up and diagonally. She collapsed onto the bed and lay staring at the ceiling with one arm over her forehead.

V crawled up between Seema's legs. She lifted Seema's right leg and rolled over to lie with her head on Seema's left thigh, near her balls but not quite touching, and let Seema's right down over her body.

Fine. Kind of cozy actually, V was warm.

"This is so weird," Seema said to the ceiling.

"Are you asking me to move?"

"No, I mean being turned on by friends I've known for years," Seema explained. "We shared rooms, sometimes beds. Changed in front of each other, critiqued each other's bras, been in the showers wearing only towels. It was all just normal then, and now those memories feel like kinda hot fantasies."

"I get it," V said. "I already told you I have thought about how last week we were regular best friends and now I'm trying to seduce you because I want your gorgeous brown cock inside me."

Seema gently smacked the top of V's head. "I knew it. I knew you dressed up to seduce me. Slut."

V cackled and hugged Seema's thigh. "Did it work?"

"No," Seema lied.

V tugged Seema's underwear to one side so her dick and balls fell onto Veronica's cheek. Seema craned her neck to see what V was up to, but for now, it was nothing. V simply lay there, tucked between Seema's thighs with her dick on her face, breathing deep through her nose.

Another tease. Tantalizingly close to Veronica's lips and tongue, but not quite there. Seema could feel her body reacting, so far more from anticipation than real need.

"You never answered me, Seems. Carmen, Soo-bin, or Lisette? I saw you checking them out."

Seema grimaced. "Do you think they noticed?"

V shook her head, just a little, and Seema's penis slipped down onto V's upper lip under her nose. "Hey look," she said, "I have a moustache."

As V spoke, Seema felt her lip move on her shaft, along with just a little vibration from V's voice. Heat spread through her and tingled in her balls.

"V," Seema pressed, her voice cracking again. "Did they notice?"

"No. No way. If they noticed you had a hard time meeting their eyes, they thought it was because it's your first time out after the big breakup and you're out of practice." Her eyes flicked over to Seema's, along with a smirk. "Not because you were staring at their lips and boobs and hips and butts and thinking about them naked."

Seema groaned and rubbed her eyes but didn't bother arguing. There was no point, and this was only making her think about them again.

"So?"

"So what?" Seema sighed.

"So, which of them do you think is hottest? Which do you want to do the most?"

She sighed again. She was fully hard, dick resting on V's upper lip, balls on V's cheek. When she looked down and saw her cock on Veronica's face, she couldn't really think of anyone else. But she still had her own question.

"V, are you jealous I was looking at them?"

She rolled her eyes. "No, I'm just asking."

Seema propped herself up on her elbows and gave V her most serious frown. "Seriously, V. For real."

V looked down her nose at Seema's dick. Seema looked, too. She still wasn't used to the view. Where her mound usually ended in a short tuft of black hair, the shaft of her cock now stuck out, a few hairs of its own along the base and a little ways up the sides and underneath. She couldn't really see her balls from here, only a hairy lump. Still weird to look down between her breasts, past the curve of her belly, and see all that attached to her.

The first night, V said it was maybe the nicest cock she'd ever seen. Seema hadn't encountered as many as V, but she was starting to agree. Smooth, not veiny, gently curved, soft-skinned. Even if it wasn't attached to her body, she'd still find it somehow feminine, clearly a woman's dick and not a man's. Seema was almost proud when V stared at it hungrily.

Veronica finally replied by turning to take the head of V's dick into her mouth. Her tongue flicked Seema, hot and wet, drawing a moan from her lips. "I'm jealous," V admitted through a mouthful of cock.

"Okay, then..." Seema tried to continue as V gently sucked on her, "Then why are you so excited to help me with my date with Darren?"

V released Seema long enough to ask: "Are you gonna put your dick in him?"

"Oh my god Veronica, no I'm not planning to put my dick in Darren, I don't even want him to know because it'll be gone in like three weeks."

"Well ere you o," said V.

"What?"

She took Seema's dick out of her mouth. "I want your cock all to myself. If you don't share it with Darren, it's still mine. I only have like three weeks left to do this." She kissed under the base of the shaft and licked her way to the top, then turned a little so she could take Seema's whole dick into her throat.

Seema knew V had plenty of sex, and that she could be almost competitive about it, striving to always be the best her partner ever had. V bragged that she was exceptional at blowjobs, and not that Seema didn't believe her, but it was very different to be on the receiving end instead of just hearing about it.

Veronica took her all the way down to the base like it was easy while meeting Seema's eyes. She even winked as she tickled Seema's balls.

It was over in seconds. With V's tongue working the shaft and her throat tight on the head, Seema gasped and bucked and came in V's mouth. Veronica smiled and swallowed every single drop, which almost made Seema come again.

Seema sank back into her pillows. She released the grip she hadn't realized her legs had around Veronica's shoulders. V kept slowly sucking on Seema's cock as she went soft, gently enough as to not be overstimulating - like a pleasantly wet, loving hug around her penis, accompanied by a not-quite-ticklish ball massage. A nice wind-down after the intensity.

She lay there in a relaxed mental fog, allowing herself not to think as V caressed her.

After she didn't know how long, she felt a quick chill as V finally released and tapped Seema's leg to be let up. Veronica rose to her knees and shimmied forward, hands on the hem of her dress, and sat on Seema's hips, her clit head-to-head with Seema's penis.

V leaned down, took Seema's face in her hands, and kissed her on the lips. Another shock of warmth flushed through Seema. They... they hadn't done this before. Seema had avoided it. Her stomach fluttered. She didn't know what to do. It felt...

V pulled back, her straight black hair hanging onto Seema's face. She searched Seema's eyes, gave a little smile, kissed the tip of her nose. She leaned back and rolled her hips, slicking her wet labia down Seema's penis.

She was getting hard again, though still stunned by what just happened. She'd worried kissing her best friend would be weirder than putting her temporary dick in her best friend. And the kiss felt... fine? Good? Almost... right?

Veronica's body remained steady and unmoving as only her hips rocked back and forth, rubbing on Seema's growing erection. V brushed loose hair over her ear, ran her hands up her thighs and tight blue dress over her fit runner's body. Her thumbs teased her own nipples through shimmering fabric.

Seema was stuck in a loop about the kiss. Unable to move, hypnotized.

V straightened, lifting herself away from Seema's full erection. Instinctively Seema flexed, her cock straining up to try to touch V, who hovered just out of reach, her lips hanging only far enough to brush the tip of Seema's penis.

"If you want me," V whispered, "you have to take me."

Seema hesitated for only a moment, then she reached for V's hips and slammed them down while she thrust her own up. She dove into her best friend as V gasped and laughed.

"Show me how much you want me," V moaned, her voice an octave higher than normal.

Seema felt half out of control with desire, like the kiss had flipped a switch and she'd finally noticed. She rolled V over, swapping places so Veronica lay on her back and Seema was on top, somehow keeping herself inside the whole way.

She lay on top of V, chest to chest, her own breasts and belly acting as a cushion over V's smaller body and ribs. She let loose, thrusting hard, her balls smacking audibly against V's ass.

She was wholly in the pleasure of the moment. Not out of control - aware and choosing to lose herself in V's body.

She lost track of time, did not count her thrusts as deep as she could into Veronica, each plunge wetter than the last until she felt V dripping. Veronica's breathy gasps became one long moan. At some point their tops had pulled down so their nipples kissed, V's thick firm points pressing into Seema's wider, softer bumps. She could feel Veronica flexing, tightening in time with Seema's every thrust.

Seema was close. With her face pressed into Veronica's neck, she tried to warn V, to ask if she was ready, but Seema couldn't form words, could only grunt.

"Do it," V whispered. "Fill me up."

Seema couldn't help but obey. She exploded into Veronica, thrusting deeper than ever with each pulse until her balls ached, an electric burst of quivering ecstasy blasting up her spine and turning to static fuzz in her head.

Under her, Veronica moaned and bit Seema's ear. V didn't quake and shiver, but she held Seema tight, whispered something Seema didn't register through the pounding of blood in her ears and her still-pulsing erection.

Seema's muscles gave out and she let her full weight drop onto Veronica. V huffed a small "oof", then rubbed Seema's back through her top, whispering "good girl".

She must have fallen asleep because the next thing Seema saw was Veronica's bare back, the little spoon cupped by her cooling body. She reached down, hoping not to leak all over the bedspread, but V wiggled her butt against Seema's crotch and said "it's okay, I cleaned up already."

"Was I really out?" Seema asked, frowning.

"Not really, you just kind of blanked for maybe two minutes, like you came your brains out."

Seema rubbed her forehead, but she felt alright. Maybe the start of a minor headache, and her balls were sore. She sighed and hugged V just below her breasts. "How do you keep getting better at this," she mumbled.

"Practice makes perfect, even with sex." V turned her head just enough to look at Seema from the corner of her eye. "I'm going to miss this when your dick is gone."

Seema nodded, silent, and tried to ignore the small, surprising thought that she might, too.

V never kept a boyfriend for more than half a year or so. She never fully explained it to Seema, just kept saying they couldn't keep up with her and she hadn't found the right person.

V also told Seema that she didn't like kissing, yet she'd been the one to initiate.

Don't overthink this, Seema told herself, repeating V's advice from the first time she'd begun to spiral over what this all meant. Don't overthink the kiss, what this means. V had told her she was just enjoying Seema's penis while she could and they'd go back to being normal best friends at the end of the trial period.

"Oh, you still didn't answer my question about who's hottest and what's your type," V said like it was casual, even a joke. But Seema knew her best friend well enough to catch the lurking edge of anxiety.

Seema tried not to sigh. "This is still so new. Honestly I don't know yet because it's so easy to get this thing going."

It was the truth, and she hoped V would understand.

Veronica thought on that for a few minutes. Finally she yawned and snuggled closer. "We should do this again tomorrow morning. As much as we can, so you don't get hard on your date with Darren."

Seema nodded into V's neck and did her best to think about tomorrow. Not about the kiss.