Tales of the Chimera - Ultraviolet

Author's note: Only one paragraph was removed for Literotica. Not super important, just a medical description of Sam's condition. If it seems a little odd at the start, that's why.

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Jennifer and I were lying in her bed as I continued to explain my unique body to her. "The half-man half-woman in the old 'freak shows' was generally just a normal guy who bulked up his muscles on one side of his body and shaved the other. It's good for a show, but that's not how a chimera works."

Early in our relationship, A. K. A. a month ago, we decided that we would spend most of our time at her place. Her roommate was never home, giving us lots of private time, and her bed was bigger.

Her finger slid over my naked skin, following one of the lines under my breast. She leaned over and looked closer. I shivered as I felt her breath on my skin.

"If the old circus sideshows--" she emphasized 'sideshows' "--were accurate, the two halves would be more swirly like your lines instead of straight down?"

I giggled at her touch. "Well, honestly. They'd probably look more like normal people. Most chimeras present as entirely one gender or another. The biggest visual difference is the swirling patterns. Even the really distinct ones could easily be mistaken as overly ambitious birthmarks."

Jennifer shifted her body down to rest between my legs, lifting my cock to give it a close look. I bit off a gasp as she ran her finger just under my shaft and just above my lips. It started to grow in her hand, but she didn't react.

"I can see the lines here. So if this line went above your cock instead of below?" she asked as she looked up at me.

"I might not have a cock at all," I finished for her.

She rested her head on my thigh, her hand still wrapped around my cock. "I would still hit that," she half joked.

"You might have to if you keep holding on to that," I joked, gesturing down to my now full erection.

A smile formed on her face.

"No," I interrupted her thought. "It's Monday. We have class."

Her smile turned to an exaggerated frown. She stuck her tongue out at me.

"In fact, my mom's gonna be pissed I didn't come home last night," I added.

"You're twenty-one years old now. You can stay out with whomever you want," Jennifer said sternly. "Besides, your mom loves me. She'll understand."

I sighed, "Yeah. She does love you."

"What's with the sigh?"

I looked down at her. "Aren't my parents supposed to hate anyone I'm dating? It's like a parental instinct or something. The movies always make it sound like if the parents like the other person, the relationship is doomed."

"One, that's just in the movies. There are plenty of things in movies that are horrible dating advice. And two,--" she gave my dick a little shake "--technically you're the guy in this relationship. It's *my* dad who's..." her voice trailed off.

I reached down and slid my hand into hers, giving it a squeeze.

Her parents had died about a year before we met. Some asshole was doing 120 mph in a 40 mph zone and hit them head-on. He wasn't even drunk, just joyriding. They both died on impact.

The shithead was rich and was able to pay a lawyer to talk the sentencing down. He got six months' community service. Jennifer got two gravestones.

It still ate at her that she was supposed to be in the car with them, but they had gotten into a fight just before they left. She doesn't even remember what the fight was about, but she does remember the last words to her mother were "I hate you."

"So, class," she said, rapidly changing the subject.

I recognized that tone shift. It was her telling me she didn't want to talk about it right then. We had spoken about it before, so I knew she was okay, it just still hurt.

"Yeah. We've got to get up," I said, following her lead.

She sat up, a slightly forced smile on her face. "Wanna try the shower again?"

"We ran out of condoms last night," I said as we got up from the bed.

She shrugged. "I have a mouth."

"And apparently you enjoy having the faucet shoved up your ass," I challenged. "There's no space in your shower."

Jennifer groaned. "FUUUCK, I hate waiting for a doctor's appointment. We can go to the grocery store and buy condoms. Why can't I just buy the pill at the same time?"

"Do you really want an answer for that?" I asked.

"No," she sulked.

While we couldn't have real fun in the shower, sharing the small space, was still an experience. There was not enough room to give each other room. Our bodies, slick with soap, were forced to rub against each other. I could crouch just a little to slide my cock between her ass cheeks. A little further and I could thigh fuck her.

We did try actually fucking in the shower once. Soap does not make a good lube. From then on, Jennifer kept a bottle on the soap tray.

Far as I know, her roommate never noticed.

"What about you?" she asked as we started washing off. "Shouldn't you go on the pill as well?"

"Different hormone levels," I said, rubbing the soapy wash cloth across her shoulders. "It wouldn't have the same effect on me. My choices for birth control are a condom or keep it in my pants, and you make that second choice hard."

Her hand slid between our stomachs and wrapped around my cock. "I do make it hard, don't I."

Her soapy hand stroked up and down my shaft then slid between my legs.

"We have class," I reminded her.

Her hand didn't stop. "I'm just making sure you're clean."

My knees shook as her fingers slid over my lips. A different type of wetness was forming. Her hand moved back up my shaft and I felt her guide it between her thighs.

I gave in and started sliding my shaft against her soft skin. She squeezed tight, tight enough that I almost couldn't move. Tight enough that I could feel her lips flatten against my shaft.

"Squeeze any tighter and I won't have anywhere else to go but in," I said between heavy breaths.

I felt her legs shake as she squeezed harder. Even over the soap, I could smell her desire. It took all my strength not to give in and push my cock inside. All I would have had to do was crouch down just a little more to angle my cock up. I knew she wouldn't even resist, we both wanted it so bad.

Just the thought of slipping in was enough. I held her tighter, pressing my lips to hers, as my cock pulsed between her thighs.

After a moment she pulled away, breathing heavily. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?" I asked.

"You didn't even stick it in, and I still came on your cock," she said in mock frustration.

I rubbed my nose to hers and said, "I guess that just means we were meant for each other."

"Come on, let's finish getting cleaned up. I'll cook you breakfast while you cool down," she said, turning away from me.

"You know me so well. This, this is what love feels like," I said.

Jennifer looked over her shoulder and said, "Still oxytocin, honey."

I shook my head. "No it isn't."

Jennifer finished showering and hopped out. I turned off the hot water and let myself bask in the cool flow. Because of my high metabolism, I naturally run hot. If I had just hopped out with Jennifer, I'd be sweating for at least an hour.

I stepped out of the shower before I really felt like I was ready, but time was a factor, and I still wanted to spend as much as possible with Jennifer. Drying off quickly, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out of the bathroom.

"Why do you always feel the need to tempt me?" Jennifer asked as I walked past, nipples rock hard from the cold water.

I glanced at her before continuing to the fridge.

"Not my fault you're easy," I teased.

She just harrumphed and turned back to the sink.

I looked over her shoulder and asked, "I thought you were making breakfast."

The sink was completely covered with bubbles. She had just filled it.

"I bought you a present and wanted to use it for breakfast. But I figured it should be cleaned first."

She grunted as she lifted a massive pan out of the bubbles. My eyes went wide as I recognized it.

"Rinse it off, rinse it off, rinse it off," I repeated rapidly, turning the oven on to its maximum temperature.

"What?" she asked in confusion at my frantic reaction.

She quickly rinsed it off, and I took it from her hands. Quickly toweling it off, I threw it into the oven and closed the door.

"Okay, what?" she demanded.

I turned back to her and said, "You don't clean a cast iron pan."

Her confusion grew. "What!?"

"Cast iron pans rust. You can't wash them like a normal pan. You have to season it," I tried to explain. "Do you have cooking oil? Peanut oil would work, but vegetable is better."

She let out an annoyed grunt and handed me a bit of cardboard. I looked down at the round bit filled with text. It was the label for the pan.

Jennifer looked over my shoulder and pointed at a bit of text. "There."

*Your new cast iron pan may have some residual dust and dirt from production and shipping. Wash your pan in warm, soapy water before seasoning.*

My face flushed as I read the words.

"Oh," I said. "Uh... sorry."

"Scared the shit out of me," she grumbled, then she sighed, her voice softening. "Your pan was your grandfather's, right? It's been around longer than you've been alive?"

"Yeah," I said, putting the label back onto the counter. "It's fifty years old at least."

"It was already cleaned and seasoned when you got it. You just had to keep up with it. We have to start from the beginning with this pan." She turned off the stove and grabbed an oven mitt. "Plus, we can dry it off much faster using the burner."

Cooking with a new cast iron pan is not the same as cooking with an old one. The non-stick layer hadn't been formed yet. The eggs we made did not survive. I didn't realize how spoiled I had been with mine.

"You know, if I moved in, you could just use my pan," I said an instant before regretting it.

We may have been friends for years, but we had only been dating for a little over a month. I had joked with my mom about moving in with Jennifer, and thus moving out of her house, but she had warned me not to move too fast. As much as she wanted to turn my room into a crafts room, she'd rather see me in a happy, long-term relationship.

Not missing a beat, Jennifer replied, "And when you do, we'll have two. 'Till then, you have one here and one at your parents' house. Though, when we move in together, we should get a different place. One with a bigger bathroom."

I leaned forward, putting my chin in my hands. I stared longingly into her brown eyes.

"What?" she asked between bites.

"Nothing," I said, still staring. "You'll just tell me it's oxytocin."

She made a show of checking her phone. "It's been long enough." She turned back to me. "It's love."

"Speaking of love," she said suddenly. "Tomorrow's Valentine's Day. We should do something."

I sat up. "I've never had someone to do something with on Valentine's Day. What are you thinking? Dinner and a movie after classes? Or something more local, Netflix and chill?"

She gave a little, excited wiggle and said "I want to go black light golfing."

I cocked my head. "What's that?"

"You've never heard of it?" she asked, but continued without waiting for me to answer. "It's mini golf, but inside, where everything is painted with fluorescent paint. It's all lit with black lights. Even the balls glow. I've always wanted to go."

"And they're open after classes?" I asked.

"About that." Jennifer paused. "We'll have to skip classes."

"What?" I blurted out. "We can't skip class."

Jennifer shrugged. "Why not? You got an exam tomorrow?"

"No."

"No worries then." She looked into my still-worried eyes. "It's just one day. We can easily make it up. Not like they take attendance."

I relented. "I guess you're right. It is just one day. Bill takes good notes. I can ask to borrow his."

Jennifer sat back in triumph. "You probably don't even need the notes. You've already said you're ahead of the class."

I looked at my phone. "Well, that's tomorrow. Today, we need to get to class."

We stood from the table, my towel falling off.

Jennifer let her eyes drift down my body. "You should probably get dressed first. You'd make quite a stir on campus like that, and I don't intend on sharing you."

"Intend?" I repeated. "You make it sound like you'd be willing to share me, if you found the right person."

She put a finger to her chin in mock thought, but her eyes changed to real thought. "You know, if we found another chimera like you, I'd let you both DP me."

I chuckled. "You assume I'm willing to share you."

She smiled. "I'm okay with you wanting to keep me all to yourself." Stepping closer, she added, "I think I'd be okay with just you for the rest of my life... even if we never fucked again."

I wrapped my arm around her waist. "I don't think you have to worry about that."

Her face drew close to mine, and her voice dropped. "Good. Now--" she gave my naked ass a playful slap, "--Go get dressed. We need to get to class."

The next day, I stood in Jennifer's bedroom, holding a pair of the underwear she had bought me. They had arrived the day before, but we were in class at the time.

"You almost ready?" Jennifer called out from the bathroom.

"Yeah, kinda," I called back. "Just waiting for my dick to go soft so I can tuck it. You always do that to me."

I heard a soft giggle and then a strange squeak. Jennifer was straightening her skirt when I poked my head around the corner and peeked in the door.

"I've never heard you make that noise before. You okay?" I said as I took in her dress.

White is an odd color for winter. Large, yellow flowers up the left side were even more out of place, but she really liked that dress. She'd been waiting for just the right moment to wear it.

Fuck that 'no white after Labor Day' rule. She looked amazing.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied calmly. "You sure you don't want to borrow one of my dresses? You would look so cute in that red one."

"You know why I don't wear skirts."

She walked out of the bathroom and gave me a peck on the cheek. "I know. I'm just saying."

"Do you think those panties will work for you?" she asked, pulling out a bar of deodorant.

Up until a week ago, I didn't know tucking underwear existed. Jennifer had learned about it from a friend of hers. I didn't know if they were trans or dressed in drag or whatever. It didn't matter to me. But apparently they make underwear specifically for that.

"About to find out," I said, down at my finally soft cock.

The instructions gave a rather unnerving description of pushing one's testicles back inside before pulling the penis into place. It sounded uncomfortable, and I was glad I didn't have to try. My testicles were already internal, so I didn't have to find out.

But that also meant the underwear was also designed for my exact situation, if unintentionally. It was designed to flatten one's penis, giving a smooth, feminine line. I was eager to try them.

I pulled the underwear up to just below my crotch and pushed my cock between my legs. Reaching around, I pulled my cock into place from behind.

"You need some help with that?" Jennifer asked from behind me, zipping up her dress.

I closed my eyes and thought of anything except Jennifer's fingers holding my cock as I pulled up the underwear.

After a little shifting and adjusting, everything felt like it was in place. I walked around a little, lifting my leg, shifting around like I never would in reality. Nothing moved.

"Damn, these feel good." I turned to her. "How do I look?"

"I like you better with the cock, but I'm a little biased." She looked closely before saying, "You look like any other woman."

A huge grin spread across my face and I turned back to the mirror. I slid my hand between my legs. My cock was still there, I could feel it just fine, but my fingers couldn't.

"You can't see it? No bulge, no lines, nothing?" I asked excitedly.

"I could rip your pants off in the middle of the street and no one would know what you're hiding," Jennifer said flatly.

I looked at her through the full body mirror. "You sound disappointed."

"I'm not disappointed," she said, walking up to me. "I know it's still there, and even if it wasn't, you're still you." She wrapped her arms around my hips. "I just despise that you have to put this much effort into hiding it. You should be allowed to walk around like anyone else, not worrying about some shithead attacking you because you look slightly different."

I wove my fingers in hers and gave them a squeeze.

She sighed. "Full honesty, knowing what I'm looking for, I can see it. It still takes up space, so there is a slight bulge. It's far better than just off the shelf panties."

I said "According to the website, it's supposed to keep me in place all day. In theory, I shouldn't have to duck into the bathroom every couple of hours to reposition myself."

"Good," Jennifer said, pulling away from our embrace. "I don't want to have to stop every few holes."

"Every few holes?" I asked, turning to face her. "How slow do you golf?"

She threw me my pants and said, "It's black-light golf. I plan on enjoying the scenery."

I looked at Jennifer's dress and mumbled, "You're not the only one."

The snow blinded me when we stepped outside. I was blinded again as we stepped into the building. Jennifer had said it was lit entirely by black lights, but I didn't expect the front room to be so dark.

While I was blinking the spots from my eyes, Jennifer spoke with the excited woman behind the counter. I couldn't tell if she was faking it, or if she truly enjoyed her job. For some reason I got the feeling that she owned the place. I still don't know where that feeling came from.

"What color balls would you ladies like?" the woman asked.

"Oh, I like that blue one," Jennifer said, pointing at the rack.

"I'll take the green," I said.

"Here you go," the older woman said as she handed us the balls. She then pulled out a set of those cardboard glasses for each of us. "And your 3D glasses."

"3D glasses? Cool," Jennifer said, putting hers on.

The woman pointed to our left. "The first hole is through that door." She glanced down at Jennifer's dress and I swear I heard a little chuckle. "Have fun."

We walked through the door, and I was somewhat disappointed at how bright it was. Logically, it couldn't be too dark for safety reasons, but I had it in my mind that everything would be black with outlines of glowing color. Still looked cool, though.

"Oh, wow." Jennifer gasped beside me.

I was almost blinded yet again when Jennifer walked in front of me.

"Holy crap, Jen," I said as I covered my eyes.

"What?"

I pointed at her. "Look at your dress."

"Cool!" she exclaimed as my eyes finally adjusted to the light bulb that her dress had become.

"You look like an angel," I said, watching her twirl. "NO! You look like Galadriel, from Lord of the Rings. When she went all inverted colors and said--" my voice dropped, doing a really bad impersonation "--All will love me and despair."

"NICE!" she cried out, and she bounced, watching the light from her dress play off the walls.

The light flowed along the glowing paint and just for a moment it felt like we were underwater. The walls were covered with bioluminescent plants and the water was causing the distant sunlight to ripple.

Then it all stopped.

I turned to Jennifer to find her looking at me, her eyes narrow, her head cocked. She had pulled off her 3D glasses.

"What?" I asked.

She took a few steps closer, her eyes locked to my face. Her eyes darted, looking all around my eyes, but never directly at them.

"What!?" I asked again.

"That is so cool," she said slowly. "You look like someone from Kiss."

My voice dropped an entire octave. "Excuse me?"

"Kiss. That band from the 70s," she said as if it was the most obvious thing ever. "You know, they painted their faces white and had black paint around their eyes. You look like that, just more detailed."

Her finger traced a curving path from my eye down my cheek.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said. "Kiss is a band? And what paint. I don't have any paint on my face. Hell, I don't wear makeup."

"And you have no idea how happy I am right now that you don't," Jennifer said, still tracing the marks she saw. "I wish I had a mirror. You have dark swirls across your face."

"They're from the UV light," a voice behind me said.

I looked over my shoulder at a man who had just stepped out of an 'employees only' door.

"Melanin absorbs the UV light," he continued. "The more melanin you have, the darker you appear. If you compare your hands, you'll see that the fairy princess there appears much darker."

Jennifer narrowed her eyes at the man when he called her a fairy princess.

He continued without reacting to her glare. "We get that every once in a while. Someone will find a birthmark they never knew they had. Under normal light, it can barely be seen, but under the black light, it... pops."

"Really?" I asked, not wanting to turn fully to face him. "That's actually really fascinating."

"Well, please ignore me," he said, his voice slightly more chipper. "This place will be dead all day, so you don't have to worry about rushing through here. Take your time and enjoy the light show."

With that he walked through the other door into the lobby.

I had turned away from him so he couldn't get a clear look at my face, but he didn't try. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

"You okay?" Jennifer whispered.

"Yeah," I sighed. "My marks are part of what I've been trying to hide my whole life. It's not easy with them on full display."

"You want to go?" she asked, pointing to the door.

"No, it's okay. You heard him. He thought it was a birthmark, and no one else will come in... probably. Let's keep going."

She moved closer, pressing her breasts to mine, giving me a quick kiss before she pulled back. "I love you."

She quickly turned and walked over to the tee, giving her butt a little wiggle as she bent over to put the ball down.

"You're going to be teasing me the entire time we're here, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yep," she said as she lined up the putt.

The blue ball bounced off of the back wall and came to a stop right next to the hole.

"Nice shot," I said as I stepped up to the tee.

"I got a present for you," she whispered in my ear after I dropped the ball. "But you can't have it until after golf."

I lined up my shot, trying to ignore her hot breath on my ear. "Then why did you tell me?"

"Because," she said in a sultry voice. "If you do exactly the right thing, you'll be able to figure out what it is."

"And what's that?" I asked, taking the shot.

My ball bounced off of the side wall, knocking it almost the entire way back to where it started.

"I'm not going to tell you that," she teased. "That would ruin all the fun."

I stepped up to my ball and focused on lining up the shot.

Just as I pulled back, Jennifer said "I'll give you a hint, though. I have it with me right now."

I looked at her just as the club hit the ball, knocking it completely off the course.

"With you? You're not carrying a purse. Hell, I'm carrying your cell phone. Does that thing have pockets?" I asked, fetching my ball.

"No," was all she said as she tapped her ball into the hole.

It took me three more holes before I realized she was toying with me. She would ooh and aah at the paint on each hole, never taking her glasses off. Then, she would make a show of putting her ball down, wiggling her ass at me. Each time I took a swing, she would remind me about her gift.

"You're doing that intentionally," I said as my ball curved right and fell off a bridge to a lower, longer path.

"I didn't hit your ball," she said, innocently.

I assumed there were security cameras, though I hadn't seen any. Deciding to risk it, I took a step back from the tee to let Jennifer have her shot. Right as she swung, I gave her a playful smack on her ass.

"Ohh," she blurted out as her hips jerked forward. "You cheater."

"I didn't hit your ball," I teased back.

Her eyes narrowed at me, and I realized what I had started.

The next hole began much like normal with the fairy princess walking around, taking in all the sights. This hole was painted like an underwater scene. Light rippled over the walls, independent of Jennifer's dress. I wondered if there was a projector somewhere or if they did that with just the UV lights.

As I focused on my putt, I felt a hand slide over my arm and give my breast a quick squeeze. I jerked away instinctively, accidentally hitting my ball.

I looked at Jennifer.

"It counts if you hit it, even if on accident," she said.

"There are probably security cameras everywhere," I whispered.

She leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, "I happen to know there aren't."

"What? How do you know that?" I asked as she stepped up to the tee.

"Do I?" she asked as she bent over to wiggle her ass at me again. "I guess you're going to have to decide if you trust that I'm telling you the truth, or trust that I would tease and tempt you."

"Fuck," I mumbled to myself.

After her shot, I stepped back up to my ball that had made it a total of two inches from the tee square. I wondered just how Jennifer was going to try to distract me this time.

Right in the middle of my backswing, Jennifer called out "Hay Sam."

Instinctively, I looked up. Jennifer had her fingers in the top of her dress, pulling it away from her skin. She couldn't pull it far enough for me to see her nipples, but it did highlight her cleavage nicely.

I heard my ball bounce off of two walls then make a distinctive, hollow plastic noise. Jennifer's face fell. I turned to only see the glowing blue ball. My green one was nowhere to be seen.

Jennifer made a harrumph sound as I confirmed my ball had gone in the hole.

While she finished the hole, I scanned the walls up and down, looking for any sign of a security camera. I didn't see any. No bullet cams, no dome cams, not even a mirror they could put a camera behind. Though, a two-way mirror probably wouldn't work in this dark environment.

With her boldness, I was starting to think she was telling the truth... and that she liked to tease and tempt me.

The next hole was her turn to putt first. When she bent over to wiggle her ass at me, I couldn't help but move forward and press my crotch against her soft cheeks. I had expected her to move away, but she pressed back into me.

"Naughty, naughty," she said, wiggling a finger at me.

She looked down to take her putt, only to find her ball a foot and a half in front of her.

"It counts if you hit it, even if on accident," I teased.

She stepped out of the way indignantly. I put my ball down, wondering just how bad the payback was about to be.

I pulled the putter back and gave a fake swing. Just as the putter would have hit the ball, I felt a hand slip around my hip and between my legs. Her fingers pressed against my cock, still tucked away in its hiding spot.

"Ooh," she whispered. "These are good. I should have felt them sooner. I can't tell you're hiding anything under there." Her fingers kept moving, sliding up and down. "Yet," she finished.

"Someone could come in at any moment," I whispered.

Her hand kept moving between my legs. "Then you better hurry up and putt."

She leaned closer so her breasts were pressed against my back. "There's a bathroom at the end of hole 9."

I coughed and tried to focus on my putt. Her hand was still between my legs, making it hard to think.

The glowing green ball rolled past the fake sand trap and right into the hole.

Her hand stopped.

I looked over my shoulder and said in my best Adam Sandler voice, "Happy learned how to putt. Uh oh."

She stumbled over her words as I stepped aside. "Wh-- h--. Lucky shot."

Even though her ball was basically on the tee, it still took her three shots to get it in the hole.

She didn't even wait for me to swing before her hands were on my ass, massaging my cheeks. Her finger slid between my cheeks, pressing my new underwear against my asshole.

My ball swung around a curved bend and straight into the hole.

I stepped away from the tee as she stared in stunned silence.

"Are you hustling me?" she asked.

I leaned up against the wall, trying to look nonchalant. "You're going to have to decide if you trust that I would play it straight, or that I would hustle my way into your pants."

I almost corrected myself and said "Your skirt," but that might have tipped my hand.

She thought about it for a moment and said, "No, no. You can get into my pants at any time. You're just getting lucky."

Fuck, she's smart.

She tapped her ball, and it went around the same curve and straight into the hole.

She stopped teasing me for the eighth hole. I followed her lead and let her play without interruption.

The ninth hole was long, probably a hundred feet or more. It curved around what looked like a bar area. No one was there. A walkway was between the bar and the hole, leading directly to the bathroom.

I felt Jennifer's hand grab mine and pull me straight past the tee. I was going to wait until after the hole, but I wasn't going to object.

The bathroom was dark when we opened the door. A dim light turned on as we walked in. I looked to see a motion detector light switch.

"Nice that they keep the lights dim in here," I said. "Doesn't blind you when you walk in."

I heard the door lock behind us and, in a flash, Jennifer's arms were wrapped around me. Her lips pressed to mine as she pushed me over, trying to dip me.

It didn't work. We both fell to the floor, her on top of me.

"Damn, you're heavy," she said, lifting herself from my chest.

"We've been dating for a month and a half, and you haven't figured this out yet?" I asked.

She gave me a playful slap. "I know you're heavy. I just thought I could do it. I wanted to be in charge for once."

"Well, you are on top," I joked.

A smile spread on her lips, but she shook her head. "I don't think I'm ready for that, not if I'm going to give you your present now."

She started to lift herself off of me.

"There is an actual present?" I asked, standing up. "I figured you were just teasing me."

"Two things can be true at once," she said. "You still haven't figured out what the present is yet. Here, I'll give you a hint."

She grabbed my hands and pulled them around to rest on her ass cheeks. I pulled her close and lifted her from the floor.

She let out a frustrated grunt. "No, put me down."

Looking at her confused, I put her down. She took my hands and pulled them further on her ass, my fingers almost touching. I squeezed her ass again, not quite sure what she wanted me to do. My fingers pressed against something hard.

"You didn't," I gasped. "This entire time?"

A wicked grin spread across her face. "Happy Valentine's Day."

My finger pressed in, pushing against the butt plug. Jennifer let out a soft sigh.

"They're going to come look for us at some point, you might want to hurry up and open your present," she said softly.

My eyes narrowed. "You just want your ass fucked."

She pressed her face into my neck, giving me soft kisses. "Two things can be true at once."

My hands, still on her ass, started to lift her skirt. I joked, "Are you wearing panties under there?"

"For the moment," she said.

I found the bottom of her dress, and true to her word, I felt her silky panties. Instantly I recognize which ones they are. They were a simple pair of green panties, but they hugged her ass perfectly. They were my favorites.

Her hands went to her hips and she slid her panties down, letting them fall to the floor. Holding up her skirt, she turned around and presented her ass to me. The plug was metal, probably stainless steel, but the end had a fake, red gem in it shaped like a heart.

"How did you keep the heart upright?" I jokingly asked.

"I adjusted it while we were walking in here," she said.

She wiggled her hips as I took the base between my fingers and twisted it. I gave it a gentle tug. I could see her puckered asshole bulge just a little.

"You're gonna have to pull harder than that," she moaned.

I pulled a little harder. Her asshole opened just a little, letting me see the chromed plug itself. It still didn't come free. The plug slid back into place as I let go.

"You can do it," she teased.

I put my fingers back under the base and said "I don't want to pull too hard and hurt you."

"It got in there, it can come out," she said.

"Okay, just let me know if it hurts."

I started pulling, slowly increasing the pressure. A low moan echoed through the bathroom before she let out a strange squeak as the plug slipped out. The same squeak she had made that morning.

"That's what that was," I said, looking at the plug.

"What was?" she asked, her voice soft and breathy.

I started teasing her asshole with the tip of the plug. "That squeak you made before we left. You were putting this in."

I dipped the tip into her asshole to emphasize what I was talking about.

"You caught me," she said, looking over her shoulder. "I've been practicing in secret for today. Now, I want something else put back in."

I went to sit down the plug, but there's nowhere for it to go. The rims of the sinks were curved inward and there were no shelves.

"I don't know where to put this," I said, looking around.

"I can tell you where to stick it," she said, smiling up at me.

I looked at the plug, down to her, and back up to the plug. It looked like it was still lubed.

"I don't know. It's huge," I said.

"You're huge," she shot back. "Here, let me help."

She turned around and started unbuttoning my pants. Down they went, quickly followed by my new panties. My cock snapped forward the instant it was freed, smacking her in the face. Back where it was supposed to be, it finished swelling to its full size.

"Damn," Jennifer said. "I may not have gotten a plug big enough." She looked up at me and pointed at the plug. "Now, put that away, then put this away." She pointed down at my cock.

I took a deep breath and reached behind myself. Jennifer eagerly pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my virgin asshole. The tip was warm as I pressed it against my skin, still holding Jennifer's body heat.

I pushed forward, feeling the metal spread me open. Instinctively, I clamped down, pushing the plug back out. I tried again, but my body was fighting back.

Jennifer stood up, still holding my cheeks apart. She looked me in the eye and said "Just relax. Don't worry about anything else, just look me in the eyes and... relax." She whispered the last word.

I let myself fall into the pools of her brown eyes. A small giggle slipped past my lips.

"What?" she asked.

"Brown pools," I said, not bothering to explain my train of thought.

One of her hands lifted from my cheek and I felt it press against my hand. She pushed her crotch against mine and squeezed. I let out a squeak I had never heard myself make as the plug plunged up my ass.

She just held me as my brain processed what I was feeling.

It had hurt for a moment, but the pain quickly melted into an odd, full feeling. It didn't feel like much of anything. Just a hunk of metal. I was probably more wound up by the idea that it had been in Jennifer's ass mere moments before.

"How does it feel?" Jennifer asked, her one hand still on my ass.

"I don't know," was all I was able to say.

"Well, you'll have ten more holes to figure it out."

Her words snapped me out of the fog. "What?"

"Well, I don't have any pockets, and after you stick that in my ass,--" she pointed at my cock "--I might not be able to hold on to it anymore. You're the only one who can hold on to it till we get home."

I almost instinctively said "We don't have any condoms," but then processed what she said. I didn't think it was possible, but my cock grew even harder.

"Did you just get bigger?" Jennifer asked, her voice sounding a little worried.

My cock was rock hard and standing straight up. I actually felt a little light-headed.

"I'm not sure if I can bend it down enough anymore," I said, slurring slightly.

She started pulling up her skirt again. "You'll figure something out."

Her ass wiggled at me as she turned. Bending over, her asshole peaked out at me. It glistened slightly with the residual lube from the plug.

I had to hold back from just diving in. A thought occurred to me. This was her first time. A bad experience could turn her off to the entire thing.

"Uh... we're gonna need more lube," I said.

"Oh yeah," she said, quickly tucking her skirt under the waist of the dress.

She kicked her panties to where her hand could grab them, and she fumbled with the green fabric. I realized I was wrong when I thought they were her silky green panties. They were mine, the ones I was wearing the night I came out to her.

They were kinda silky.

"Aha!" she exclaimed as she held up something shiny and silver.

I took the offered prize and read the text. "I didn't know they made ketchup packets of lube."

She wiggled her ass at me again. "It's the sample packet I got with the plugs. We already had lube, so I kept it in case I needed it."

"And you kept it in my panties?" I asked, ripping open the packet.

"No!" She exclaimed in defiance. "I knew you were wearing your new tucking underwear today, so I borrowed them. They're the ones you were wearing the day I asked you out."

My mind drifted away from what she was saying as my now lubed cock moved towards her puckered hole. Jennifer's breath hitched as the tip of my cock touched her.

"You sure about this?" I felt myself ask.

If she answered, I didn't hear her. My entire world had focused on her pert ass. Tight heat spread over my cock head as I pushed forward.

I'd like to say that I went slow out of concern for Jennifer, but no. I just wanted to enjoy that hot, tight feeling sliding down my shaft. Her heartbeat pulsed around my cock. Or maybe it was mine, I couldn't tell.

A small voice in the back of my head reminded me to worry about the gorgeous ass that I was sliding into. I stopped pushing in to give Jennifer a moment, but she pushed back against me, sliding her ass further down my cock.

We both let out long breaths as my hips pressed against her cheeks.

"Just hold there a moment," she said, her voice strained. "You're a lot deeper than a plug. Give me a sec to get used to it."

I held still, enjoying the feeling of her muscles rippling down my cock. I knew what they were instinctively doing, trying to push out the intruder, but it felt like they were begging me to fuck her.

After a moment, she moved forward, then back, sliding her smooth walls up and back down my shaft. I grabbed her hips and held her to me, focusing on breathing exercises.

Jennifer looked over her shoulder. "You know I'm okay with you being a quick shot, and today, I think I'm even more okay with that. The butt plug was not a good anal trainer."

"Do you want to stop?" I asked.

She started wiggling her hips, forcing a moan from my throat. "I *want* you to cum inside me."

I couldn't hold back any longer. Her soft walls slid over my cock as I started slowly fucking her. Only an inch at a time at first, but after only a few thrusts, I was sliding my cock as far out as I dared before pushing it back in.

An image of some porn star jackhammering a woman's ass passed through my mind. I didn't understand it. Slower always felt better to me. It gives you time to enjoy the feeling, not just race to the finish line.

Though, I was already there. I knew Jennifer wanted me to finish, I could hear her desire in her moans, but I didn't want to let go of this feeling. I floated on the edge of release, feeling the slick, hot flesh sliding over my shaft.

But I couldn't resist. I pressed forward and shot my first rope of cum into her. I could hear her gasp as she felt my heat. Her ass clamped down on my shaft, as my hips thrust forward with each pulse. I was already as deep as I could be, but that didn't stop me from trying to push my cum even deeper.

The thought of pushing part of myself into her to stay sent shivers down my spine, focusing on my core. I let out a low moan as I felt myself roll instantly from one orgasm to another. Her hips shook as I pushed even harder, forcing her to brace against the wall.

I don't know if I had closed my eyes or if my brain just shut them down. Slowly my vision returned to find Jennifer painting heavily as she clung onto the window sill.

"Holy... crap..." she said between breaths. "That was intense. I thought you were going to crush me."

I took a half step back, letting her pull slightly away from the wall. "Sorry."

She looked back at me and said, "Don't apologize for that. That was the best ass fucking I've ever gotten. I just didn't know you were that strong."

I slowly pulled out of her. "That was your first ass fucking. And I stopped hiding my strength around you. You didn't notice."

She pointed me to the sink and said, "Clean yourself thoroughly. You don't want to be tucking again until you do."

I was glad someone was thinking about that. With my mind in the post-orgasmic fog, I easily could have made that mistake.

"I've seen you throwing around your cast iron pan," she continued, "but I didn't think much about it. Now that I do, the pan I got is really heavy, and you just threw it into the stove yesterday."

I started washing myself off. "My pan's even heavier. It's bigger and has thicker walls."

"Oh, quit bragging. Explain! Why are you so strong? You don't look it."

I was still a little dizzy from what we had just done. "Some other time. My mind can't focus on biology right now."

Toweling myself off, I turned back to Jennifer. She was still bent over, holding onto the sill where I had left her.

"You okay?" I asked, starting the process of tucking myself away.

If she needed help, having my pants around my ankles would be problematic.

"Your dick is massive," she started.

"It's not that much bigger than average," I interrupted.

"It's massive compared to my poor asshole," she shot back. "I'm letting my body get back to normal."

"Don't want to be leaking all over hole 9?" I joked.

She started shifting, doing something I didn't understand. "I have a piece of you deep inside me. I want to keep it there."

I froze, my hand in my panties trying to put myself away. The thought that part of me was inside her, that I had given her something that only I could give, sent a shiver up my spine, straight to my heart.

"Don't just stand there like a love struck statue, wet me a paper towel so I can get cleaned up too."

Jennifer didn't stop her teasing after we left the bathroom. She even had a new target. It got bad enough that I had to pull her aside.

"Jen, please stop," I whispered after one exceptionally strong push.

Her face fell and I instantly felt bad.

Her voice was soft and hurt. "I'm sorry."

I lifted her chin to look into my eyes. "Look, I love your playful nature. I would love to keep going, but I have a male half and a female half. And currently my male half is pressed fairly tightly against my female half. When you push on the plug, it presses against places that might cause an accident."

Her eyes went wide. "Oh, shit. I am so sorry."

I took her hands in mine and gave them a squeeze. "If I had known, I would have brought a pad or something. I'll figure something out and carry it with me from now on."

"So you do like the teasing?" Her voice softened.

"You have no idea," I replied. "The teasing and the flirting, knowing you know what I am... It makes me feel like a person, not just a freak."

She shook her head. "You were never a freak. Not to me."

"I know."

"When we get home, I'll show you what I truly feel about you." She paused for just a moment. "We need to stop at the grocery store on the way."

She paused again, her eyes darting up and down my face.

"We need to go to the mall too. Does Spencer's still sell black lights?"

In the end, the score was 62 to 78. I'm not going to admit who lost. We returned the clubs to the still strangely cheery woman at the counter.

"Have a nice day," she called as we left.

We were blinded by the snow as we exited the building. I blinked, trying to get my eyes adjusted to the blazing afternoon light as we slowly walked to the car.

"Hey, Jennifer," a male voice called out.

My eyes were still adjusting to the light as Jennifer said, "Oh, no. It's Mark."

"Who's Mark?" I asked, watching a blurry man in a brown coat walk up to us.

"One of my exes. I dated him for a week, before I knew who he really was. He didn't take the breakup well," she whispered.

The man, who I could now see was wearing a red letterman jacket, walked up to Jennifer, completely ignoring me.

"Hey, babe. Wanna get some dinner?" he asked.

"I'm with my girlfriend, Mark," she replied sharply.

He looked down at me as if I was a piece of discarded gum.

"She can find her own way home," he said. "Let's go get something to eat, and then go back to my place."

"We broke up over a year ago," she said, her voice growing harsh. "I don't like you."

He grabbed her arm as she tried to walk around him. Fear swelled in my chest, freezing me in place. But there was something else, a low burning I had never felt before.

"Nonsense. You love me. Come on, I'll show you my new ride," he said, turning as if he was about to drag her away.

Jennifer pulled back. "Let go of me!"

As if in slow motion, I saw Mark raise his hand and bring it down toward's Jennifer's face. She turned away, raising her arms to protect herself. That low burning in my chest flared, burning away the fear.

My hand shot up, catching his arm mid-swing.

He tried to pull away. I could see a twinge of shock in his eyes as his arm didn't move.

Quickly hiding his surprise, he yelled, "Let go of me, bitch."

I barely heard him over the roaring in my ears. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear my blood flowing.

"I said let go of me," he repeated, raising his other fist. "I'll fucking kill you and the--"

His voice was cut off by a sickening crunch as I crushed his wrist.

He screamed and fell to the ground as I let him go.

Jennifer tugged on my arm. "We need to get out of here, now!"

Letting myself get pulled along, I said, "We need to call the police."

"The police aren't going to do anything to him. They'll probably arrest you. Let's go," she begged.

I followed her lead.

As she quickly drove us away, I said, "What about Mark? Won't he go to the police?"

"No," Jennifer said definitively. "He's a coward, one of those alpha-male idiots. He'd never willingly admit he got hurt by a girl."

That fire in my chest flared again. "If he attacks you again, I'll fucking kill him."

"NO!" she cried out. "You're not like that. Don't be like that."

Her words were like water on the fire in my chest. "Won't he just come after you again?"

She shook her head, still focusing on the road. "He left me alone for over a year when I broke up with him. After what you did... he'll leave me alone."

Her voice was confident, but her eyes told a different story.

For just an instant, I thought about tracking Mark down and... giving him a piece of my mind. But what would Jennifer say if she ever found out? How would that change me... Us?

"Okay," I said softly, the last embers of the fire dying completely. "I'll follow your lead."

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