Her Turn - Part 8
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Part 8
Dee and Charlie are exhausted by the time they get back to the bunker after hours of shopping, and they're greeted by Sam, who helps them with the bags, then directs them toward the kitchen, where he's prepared dinner for them.
Sam looks Dee over, and he seems to approve of her jeans and T-shirt, looking closely to make sure she has a bra on.
“I definitely need to start doing some kind of exercise or you guys are gonna make me fat,” Dee says, appreciatively sniffing the food before digging in.
“So did you get everything you wanted without going into enough detail that I have to leave the dinner table with a napkin over my crotch?” Sam asks.
Charlie snorts. “Well, we did get a few matching panties because Dee liked the way some of them looked so much she wanted me to have some too.”
Sam has a long-suffering look on his face. “And the outer wear?” he prods.
Dee chuckles. “Yes, we got a lot of pants, skirts, tops, a few dresses, and I got a few pairs of shoes, some just because they'll look amazing and some because they were practical.”
“Sounds cool,” Sam says, smiling. “I'm really happy for you, Dee,” he says.
“I'm happy for me too,” Dee says with a smirk.
Sam rolls his eyes. “Would you just try the red peppers, Dee? Please?” he asks, pointing at Dee's plate.
Dee whines. “But I don't like red peppers,” she says, pushing the peppers she'd separated from the pasta around on her plate.
“But they're mixed with sweet potatoes and have sauce on them,” Sam says, puppy face working its magic. “You might like them.”
Dee grumbles, but she stabs one with her fork and pops it into her mouth. A look of surprise comes over her face as she chews. “Okay, this is really weird,” she says, a little spooked.
“What?” Charlie asks, her fork halfway to her mouth.
“I've always hated red peppers, and I can still taste that they're red peppers, but I think I like them,” Dee says, looking up at Sam like she's seen a ghost.
Sam looks puzzled for a moment, then his face lights up. “You have to try chocolate and see if it tastes better!” he blurts like it's the coolest thing ever.
“Why?” Dee asks, her face scrunched up as she peers down at the evil and tasty red peppers. “Oh,” she says as her head snaps up, looking Sam in the eye. “It tastes different because I'm a chick now!”
“Oh, we should try a bunch of foods on you to see what you like and don't like,” Charlie says.
Dee looks down at her plate, poking at the red peppers more. “But the breakfast tasted the same and everything else in the pasta tastes the same,” she says, confused over the whole thing. “Beer tasted the same,” Dee says as she points to the bottle on the table.
Sam gets his 'I get to teach you something' face on. “Women and men have different hormones and chemicals in their brains. I don't think this means you've changed something so basic about you as your whole taste in foods, but maybe just that a few things will be tweaked like the peppers.”
Dee looks down at the peppers again, takes another bite. “They kind of have a tang to them that I like, but I know that's what I didn't like about them before.”
“Are you upset about it? Because you look a little upset about it,” Charlie asks, concerned tone to her voice.
Dee thinks about it, stabs one of the red peppers. “It's not so much that I'm upset about it as it just threw me,” she says, then a horrible thought occurs to her. “I hope I still like cheeseburgers with extra onions and fries!”
Sam snorts, and Dee gives him a sour look. Charlie tries to keep from giggling, but the hand over her mouth isn't really stopping her shoulders from jumping.
“You guys are jerks,” Dee says with a scowl. “You owe me a box of chocolates each.”
Sam and Charlie can't hold it in any longer and laugh so hard that Dee can't help but smile.
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“Okay, go ahead and try a few moves, and we'll see what happens,” Sam says, standing on the mat and spreading his legs shoulder-width apart, arms at his sides.
They've finished dinner, and after talking for a while to give their stomachs a chance to settle, they've changed into clothes more suitable for sparring and rolled the mats out.
Charlie is in a new pair of striped pajama pants and a matching tank top because she doesn't plan on joining in, but Dee and Sam are both in sweatpants and plain T-shirts, Dee only teasing Sam a little bit about wanting to ditch the bra. Sam and Dee are both in their boots.
“Don't go easy on me,” Dee says, pulling her hair into a ponytail. Well, actually she tries to pull it into a ponytail, but she cringes inwardly as she ends up sending the band across the room when it slips from her fingers.
Charlie giggles as she gets the band for Dee, then walks up behind her and ties up her hair for her. “There you go, sweetie,” she says, then gives Dee's ass a little pat.
Dee gives Sam a look that hopefully says 'you tease me about that, you die' before she lunges. She's nervous that Sam will easily overpower her, but she's determined not to show it. As she's heading for him, Sam doesn't move, lets Dee land a front elbow shot to the gut, and he doubles over, grunting and breathing his way through it.
“Yes, I know,” Sam says, voice strained. “I should know you better than to think you've forgotten everything you ever learned about how and where to hit just because you're a girl now.”
“Damn right,” Dee says, showing no remorse. Because really, Sam has insulted her by just standing there. She allows herself a little pat on the back for catching Sam off-guard, but tries not to let it go to her head.
“Sorry,” Sam says with a grimace as he stands up. “Try again.”
This time when Dee goes for him, she twists her body at the last second and drops, hitting Sam at the inner thigh with her fist. She hears Sam hiss, but she doesn't stop. She stands back up again, grabbing his hand and spinning, aiming for bringing Sam down to the mat, but she overcompensates for her lack of height, weight, and strength, so she ends up sending them both to the mat with Sam on top of her.
Thankfully Sam catches himself with his left hand so he doesn't fall as hard as he could've onto her, but it's still a little painful. Now Dee feels a little stupid for having done that. She shakes it off as Sam rolls off and stands up again.
Dad had taught them well when they were kids and teenagers how to deal with changing bodies, and to try not to get upset over them, to work with them, learn from them, try to use them to your advantage.
Dad had said that getting upset only hurt you, that your body needs to learn what to do and you need to learn how to do it. There's no shame in it. No shame in learning your body's limitations if you work through them and do your best with those limitations.
So Dee gets back up, reevaluates her strength, weight, and center of gravity, which she's realizing is slightly lower than before, then goes after Sam again. She tries a kick, but it's too high, and Sam gives her a warning by grabbing her ankle, then letting go of it quickly enough that she doesn't fall because of it.
Dee gives Sam a smirk. He could've had her down on the mat just now. She doesn't know whether to be grateful or pissed that Sam didn't go ahead and pull her down. She needs to learn, damn it.
So she reevaluates, uses less power than she would've before to get her leg up that high, and gives Sam a light kick in his right side. She's still not quick enough, so this time Sam grabs her ankle, turns her leg just enough to put her completely off balance, and then gives a little pull to make sure she comes down on her ass instead of her back and head, letting go of her ankle once she's down.
Dee growls, feeling a flush of anger run through her, and gets back up again. She tries for a quick jab to Sam's neck, but Sam catches her hand, yanking her toward him, then wraps his arms around her. She tries to headbutt him, but forgets she's shorter now, and all that happens is the back of her head connects with Sam's collarbone.
It hurts. It's humiliating. It makes her furious, and she forgets everything about not getting upset, about working through this, and with a growling yell, she stomps on Sam's foot with the heel of her boot.
She feels some satisfaction when she hears Sam squeak in pain, but when he lets go of her, she knows it's because he's ready to let her go, not because he's in so much pain he lost his grip. She stands there with her back to Sam, panting hard and so mad that her chest hurts.
And, damn it, her eyes are burning. She bites her tongue, trying to keep from losing control of her emotions any more than she already has. She refuses to cry over this. She's not going to look at Sam or Charlie. She knows she'll lose it if she does.
“Okay, hang on,” Charlie says, waving her hands as she walks over to Dee.
Dee pulls at the hem of her T-shirt. She feels a little scared by her lack of abilities, but she doesn't want them to know she's scared, doesn't want them to know she's having trouble adjusting.
She doesn't want her old body back. Hell, no. And she knew it would be a big adjustment, but she was hoping the overwhelmingly vulnerable feeling she's got right now wouldn't be a huge issue.
Charlie stands in front of Dee, but doesn't try to force eye contact. “You're fighting like a guy. Fight like a girl,” she says, sounding much less sympathetic or pitying than Dee thought she would.
Dee looks up at her, forcing the tears to go away through sheer will. “I was trying,” she growls.
“No,” Charlie says, shaking her head. “You're fighting like a guy who's been shoved into a woman's body.”
Dee looks down at the mat, her eyes burning again. She wishes she could use telepathy to let Charlie know she should get tougher, change the mood before Dee bawls all over the place. If Charlie gets soft on her, she's going to cry.
“Fight like a girl,” Charlie repeats, this time using her index and middle fingers to shove Dee's right shoulder enough that Dee takes a few steps back.
Dee looks up at Charlie again, takes a deep cleansing breath, and raises her eyebrow at Charlie. “So I should bite him?” she challenges.
Charlie huffs. “I suppose you can if you want to, but that's not what I had in mind. You're a woman now. You have to change your range,” she says.
“Huh?” Dee asks, feeling ridiculous. Dee has been trained her whole life. She's been a hunter for as long as she can remember. Charlie's a computer geek.
“I'm a LARPer, remember?” Dee says, a knowing grin on her face.
Dee feels a little relief as the thought sinks in. “Oh, yeah.”
“Okay, you're fighting like a guy,” Charlie says as she takes Dee by the upper arms and moves her to the side. She turns to Sam. “I'm shorter, I'm not as strong as him, but you know that doesn't mean I can't beat him.”
“Yeah,” Dee says, trying hard not to say 'but there's a huge chance he'll beat you' in a snarky voice.
“When you fight guy-on-guy, you can be farther apart from each other because you're closely matched in height, weight, and reach,” Charlie says, then steps up to Sam, standing with only one foot of space between them.
Sam gets ready, his arms a little out to the side in a defensive posture, but Dee knows Sam won't hurt her. She doesn't need to remind Sam Charlie's not a fighter.
“Men let you get closer to them, because they don't see you as a threat most of the time,” Charlie says. “Use that. And also use your lack of height to throw them off. You're closer to their vulnerable spots like the throat, stomach, and crotch,” she says as she pokes Sam in the stomach.
Charlie lifts her knee, headed for Sam's crotch, but stops just in time, and Sam knows he could've just gotten a nut shot, so he gives her a grateful smile.
“Don't be afraid of cheap shots,” she says with a smirk.
“I have no problem with cheap shots,” Dee says, feeling like an idiot for needing this.
“Your center of gravity is lower than a man's, and also women tend to have better balance. Again, use that,” Charlie says. “Guys expect you to use your hands and arms at about the level of your upper torso, so overhand and underhand strikes work well, and you can put a lot of power into an overhand hit that'll make up for your lack of upper body strength compared to a man.”
Charlie throws her right hand out to the left side of Sam's head, then brings her hand down in an arc toward his neck, stopping just before she hits him.
“Now I can't really help you with monsters and all, but using your lower center of gravity and the ability to pull things down with you has to be of some use,” Charlie says. “And what about all the training you said your dad gave you as kids? You can't tell me he had you fighting like adults,” she says with a huff.
Dee feels a flush of embarrassment for forgetting that, but it's quickly followed by a flare of hope. “Uhm, yeah,” she says with a self-deprecating chuckle.
A quick look at Sam confirms that Sam had already figured that out, but he was being a nice little brother by not giving Dee a hard time for it.
Dee smiles. “That's just a slightly different way of moving than how dad taught us when we were kids,” she says. “I'm assuming the difference is because of the shorter arms for kids, but yeah, that's how Sam and I used to train.”
“Cool!” Charlie says. “Then go for it!” she says as she steps to the side, giving them room to move.
Dee runs up to Sam, jumps on him, wrapping her right leg around his left leg and pulling her ankle back up toward her, buckling Sam's knee. As they fall to the mat, Sam throws up his arms, but Dee already has her hand on his right shoulder, pushing down toward the mat as they hit, and with her right fist, she comes down in an arc, stopping just before she hits his left temple.
“Did you let me win?” Dee asks, using her tone of voice to make sure Sam knows he'd better not lie.
Sam blinks up at her, obviously surprised by what just happened. “Uhm, no, I didn't let you win.”
“Awesome!” Dee says, a huge smile on her face.
“Wait!” Charlie says, pointing at Dee's fist. “Hit with the heel and side of your fist instead of your knuckles,” she says as she demonstrates with her own hand.
Dee turns her wrist, then brings her fist down in an arc, trying out using her fist like a hammer instead of something to jab at someone.
Charlie walks up next to Dee and holds Dee's right shoulder, then grabs her elbow. “When you hit overhand, start by pulling your shoulder back some, then start at the elbow and fling your fist from the elbow down. It'll give your fist more speed and power than coming down the way you normally would.”
Dee tries again, using the technique that she now remembers Dad teaching her as a kid, pulling back at the last moment before hitting Sam in the neck. A grin spreads across her lips.
Charlie steps back a few feet, and it really was stupid of Dee to relax and enjoy her victory, because Sam takes the opportunity to catch her off-guard and twists his hips, tossing Dee off as he sits up, his forearm catching her stomach to shove her down to the mat on her back. He spins, flinging his right leg over her, then sitting down on her lower belly.
She panics, her eyes widening and her whole body tensing. She can't think of anything but getting Sam off of her, so she starts wildly hitting Sam's arms with her fists, kicking out, but not connecting with anything, her teeth clenched, a manic screech coming out of her.
“Hey!” Sam barks, startling Dee out of her unreasonable panic. “We just did this with Charlie last week,” he says, taking her wrists and holding them down on either side of her head.
Dee starts to panic again, and her breath stutters, her chest heaving. “Please! Sam, stop! Let me up! Stop!” she says, closer to crying than she'd like to be.
She knew she'd have to deal with stronger emotions, different hormones, but this crying is annoying her even though she still has yet to bawl all over the place.
“No,” Sam says with such a snotty little brother tone to it that the fight leaves Dee.
She relaxes into the mat, her eyes squeezing shut and her legs stilling. She hears Sam's instruction of “breathe,” and she takes a few cleansing breaths. When she opens her eyes, Sam smiles at her.
“Now show me what you did last week when you did such an awesome job of teaching Charlie how to hurt me,” Sam says with a nod.
It breaks the tension, and Dee chuckles, remembering a few of Charlie's shots connecting with Sam, and how Sam had been a good sport about it even though his lips had been thinned out tightly a couple times when he tried to work through the pain.
“Just try not to knock out my teeth or anything, okay?” Sam asks, his dimples showing as he grins.
“I'll think about it,” Dee says, then punches up, as if she's doing a one-handed victory punch into the air while standing.
With Sam's hand wrapped around her wrist, it pulls Sam off balance to her right, and Dee uses her right leg to curl around Sam's leg over his calf, pushes straight out from herself with her left arm like she's boxing, and the combination of moves sends Sam rolling to her right.
Sam doesn't let go of her wrists, but now she's on top. Sam's eyes widen and he hisses as Dee moves to knee him in the nuts, but she slows at the last moment, pushing down a bit with her knee into his crotch instead of connecting hard.
Sam's grip on her would've weakened if she'd connected, so Sam plays the part, loosens his grip, and Dee yanks her elbows in toward her stomach, pulling out of Sam's grip. Before Sam's recovered, she touches her index and middle fingers to the soft spot where his collarbone meets his neck, showing that she could've just incapacitated him more with a jab there.
Dee hears Charlie clapping and squealing out a “yay!” She turns to Charlie with a big grin on her face. She feels so relieved that she wants to hug both Sam and Charlie. She knows she shouldn't have let everything get to her like this, but she's so grateful she has these two people who love her so much, who are patient and ready to help her through it.
Charlie runs over and flops down onto the mat on her knees. She leans in and kisses Dee, grabbing Dee's neck to hold her in place. Dee lets Charlie control the kiss, enjoying the all-consuming way Charlie kisses. She moans into the kiss, reaching up to hold Charlie's left breast, kneading it a little.
“I don't know how I'm going to survive you two,” Sam grumbles, and Dee feels him scrambling away from her.
She had forgotten she was still between his legs, had forgotten he was there at all, but by the grin on Charlie's face when she pulls back away from the kiss, Charlie hadn't forgotten. Sam's cupping his crotch as he stands up awkwardly.
“I wanna fuck your pretty little pussy tonight,” Charlie says, that wonderfully evil grin on her face as her eyes cut to the side so she can watch Sam without being obvious about it.
“Fuck,” Sam growls as he stumbles off the mat and toward the door. “The least you could'a done was follow through with the nut shot if you were gonna suck face on the mat and talk like that,” he growls, his voice echoing as he walks down the hallway toward his room.
Charlie giggles, and Dee joins her, loving the whole display from Charlie. “I love you,” Dee says. “And it's only partly because you'd make the perfect evil overlord,” she adds with a gentle elbow jab to Charlie's arm.
Charlie fakes a gasp of surprise. “You have excellent taste in women, Dee,” she says, wrapping her arms around Dee's waist and slipping her hand down the back of Dee's sweatpants, her middle finger running over the top of Dee's ass crack where her brand new pair of pink boyshorts are covering her.
“Do you really wanna fuck me tonight?” Dee asks, shivering at Charlie's intimate touch.
Charlie pulls back, her eyes wide and a smile growing on her lips. “Is that on the table?”
Dee stutters, her stomach clenching. “Uhm, ah, do you have, uh, anything smaller than the...,” she trails off, holding her hands up as if she's holding a huge dildo, “big, large, kinda gigantic dildo?” she asks, wincing.
Charlie laughs, pulling Dee to her and kissing her neck affectionately. “I have a few more toys I haven't shown you yet, and yes, I have a smaller and smoother one we can start with.”
Dee lets out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. “Awesome,” she breathes. “I feel kinda dorky for being nervous about something teenage girls do all the time,” Dee says, her face flushing with heat.
“Oh, baby, don't feel dorky!” Charlie says, running her fingers through Dee's hair. “It's something unknown to you, something new, so of course you're going to be a little apprehensive about it even if you really do want to get fucked,” she says.
Charlie sounds so understanding, so reassuring that Dee relaxes. “I've dealt with pain before, so I don't really know why this is different,” Dee says, huffing at herself.
“Intimate pain is totally different,” Charlie says.
Dee huffs. “So on a scale of one to oh, my god, shoot me now, how does losing your virginity rate,” she asks.
She's never been with a virgin before. She's never seen a girl react to losing her virginity, but she has been with girls who were sensitive, who needed a lot of stimulation and foreplay because penetrative sex was a little difficult for them otherwise. Her own reaction is an unknown to her.
Charlie chuckles. “Don't worry so much, sweetie,” she says, then kisses the tip of Dee's nose. “Depending on who you're with, how much they know you, how much they care...,” she trails off, shaking her head. “The first time I was fucked with something bigger than a finger, I was with an amazing woman, as I've mentioned.”
Dee kind of wishes she could meet this woman, because whenever Charlie talks about her, the look on her face screams of the comfort she'd given Charlie.
“She got me so excited,” Charlie continues, “so out of my mind with arousal that I was begging for it, nearly threatening her with bodily harm if she didn't fuck me, and even then she kept me just on the edge of crazy for it as she went in slow.
“And I swear I'm not lying when I tell you it didn't hurt. It might be different for you, but I was so turned on, and she was doing so much to me beside fucking me that it felt more like a pressure with a burn to it.”
“And it was good even the first time?” Dee asks.
Charlie makes an 'eh' sound. “She was good, and I enjoyed the benefits of that,” Charlie says with a sheepish smile. “She was experienced, I wasn't, and your first time is never perfect, but she made it as good as it could be, and I had a great time even if it wasn't the most perfect ever.”
Dee looks down at Charlies tank top. “Sorry about this. It's just that I've been with more than one girl who complained about her first time, how much it hurt,” Dee says.
Charlie huffs. “And did they mention they were with an asshole? That they're glad they've dumped the bastard?”
Dee snorts. “Well, they didn't stop having sex, so I'm assuming it didn't kill their sex lives.”
Charlie growls. “It's men like that who give me so much pussy to choose from,” she says.
Dee chuckles, then pokes Charlie in the side. “That had better be past tense,” she says, looking Charlie in the eye, a grin on her face.
Charlie smiles. “Of course it is. Yours is the only pussy I want. And it's a very pretty little pussy that I can't wait to fuck. And I can't wait to show you how amazing this can be,” she says, her eyes darkening with arousal.
“Well,” Dee drawls, “we already know Sam's going to be busy for a while, so I'll race you up there,” she says, jumping up and running for their room.
Charlie laughs, scrambling after her. “Sam's probably already finished. No way he lasted very long with that look on his face and the tone of his voice,” she says, her voice loud and full of glee as she runs.
- - -
Dee makes it to the room first, throwing the door open and already pulling her clothes off by the time Charlie gets there. “Stop making me think of Sam's dick when I wanna get fucked by you,” Dee complains.
“Leave your panties and bra on,” Charlie says, pulling her own clothes off. “I wanna lick you through them!”
Dee moans, pulling her boots off and flinging them over by the dresser. Her socks go flying in the same general direction, followed by her sweatpants, the shirt already crumpled in the corner of the room.
Charlie catches her by the waist with an arm wrapped around her, pulls Dee toward her, then grinds against her.
“Are you naked?” Dee asks, reaching around to feel for clothes.
“Yup,” she says just as Dee's hand curves around her right hip.
“Mmm,” Dee moans, her eyes falling closed. She practically melts against Charlie as Charlie's hand goes down the front of her boyshorts, her fingers finding her pussy and playing with her clit. “Yeah,” she breathes.
Charlie's fingers move down to Dee's hole, not pushing in, but teasing just outside. “I'm going to fuck this soon, but first I wanna play with it for a while,” she says, her voice deep with arousal.
Dee's still thoroughly enjoying imagining Charlie fucking her when Charlie pulls her hand out, comes around to Dee's front, and drops to her knees. She licks Dee's panties just over her pussy. “Oh, fuck,” Dee growls, her legs shaking a little. Dee can't believe that feels so good through the panties.
Charlie reaches up and rubs her thumb over Dee's left nipple through the fabric of the bra. Dee doesn't know what to do with her hands, so her left hand flutters uselessly at her side while her right hand finds Charlie's hair and she runs her fingers over Charlie's scalp.
Dee is lost in those eyes looking up at her, the feeling of Charlie's tongue teasing her through the panties. Charlie's tongue alternates between poking at her clit and sweeping up and down the seam of her lips.
Charlie stops, sits back, looking up at Dee for a moment before standing up, Dee's right hand falling to her side. Charlie pulls the right cup of Dee's bra down, Dee's nipple showing, then Charlie leans down and licks it.
Dee gasps, her back arching. Charlie sucks on the nipple, reaching around Dee's back and undoing the clasps on her bra. She lets the bra fall to the floor between them, then puts her hands on Dee's upper arms, starts pushing her backward, headed toward the bed. Dee lets Charlie direct her, sitting down when the backs of her knees hit the bed.
“Get comfortable in the middle of the bed with your head on the pillows,” Charlie says, waving at Dee with her right hand while her left hand trails down to her own pussy and starts playing with her clit.
Dee forgets for a moment what she's supposed to do as she watches Charlie play with her clit. Charlie pulls her hand away, and by the time Dee looks up at her, Charlie has a smirk on her face. Dee's caught.
She remembers what she's been told to do, then grins. “Yes, ma'am,” Dee says as she crawls backward on the bed, getting to where Charlie had told her to go.
Charlie walks over to one of her dresser drawers and pulls out a purplish-pink dildo that Dee had never known she had. It's fairly slim and not all that long, so Dee knows Charlie picked it because it's made for someone's first time.
Charlie comes back over to the bed, opens her bedside drawer, pulls out the lube, then sets both the dildo and the lube on the bed to Dee's left.
“Spread your legs, baby,” Charlie says, crawling onto the bed and getting between Dee's legs.
“God, you're so sexy,” Dee drawls, enjoying the view of a naked Charlie sitting on her knees between Dee's legs.
Dee smiles when Charlie does a happy little wiggle because of Dee's praise. Charlie reaches down, hooks her fingers under the waistline of Dee's panties, then gently and slowly pulls them up her long legs, then down her calves. Charlie pulls them over her feet, then lifts the panties up to her face, sniffs them, then licks the crotch.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Dee groans. “I've always appreciated girls that are into the panty sniffing thing,” she says, her clit twitching.
Charlie spreads her own legs, then reaches in to finger herself, watching Dee as she pushes her nose into the crotch of Dee's panties, sniffing them as her hips twitch, her fingers pushing into her hole.
“Couldn't help it,” Charlie says. “Your pussy smells so nice.”
Dee watches closely as Charlie pushes in and out of herself, glancing up to watch Charlie licking the panties some more. Charlie's not just playing the part, not just using the panties to turn on Dee. She's really getting a kick out of it, and Dee loves it.
“Here, taste how wet you make me,” Charlie says, pulling her fingers out and reaching toward Dee's lips.
Dee sits up, more than ready to get a taste. She opens her mouth, sucking Charlie's fingers in, then using her tongue to get all the slick she can from Charlie's skin. Charlie moans as Dee sucks hard, but Dee is taken by surprise when Charlie uses the fingers of her left hand to play with Dee's clit.
“Mmm,” Dee moans, slowly pulling off Charlie's fingers and falling back against the pillows. She reaches up to play with her own breasts.
Charlie tosses the panties onto the floor, then uses her right thumb to play with Dee's clit while the fingers of her left hand move down further to gently rub around Dee's hole. Dee lets her legs fall open wider.
Dee squeaks as Charlie pushes her middle finger into Dee's hole, but it's more out of surprise than anything else, and she tilts her hips up toward Charlie, hoping for more.
“You're already so wet,” Charlie says, pushing her index finger in alongside her middle finger.
Dee squeezes her own left nipple, watching intently as Charlie's breasts sway gently with her movements. Her toes curl against the sheets as Charlie starts fingerfucking her with both fingers.
“It's all your fault,” Dee teases. “You're getting met wet again, so you're gonna have to clean up your mess,” she says with a smirk.
Charlie chuckles. “I'm going to be getting you a whole lot messier before I even think about cleaning you up, Dee,” Charlie says with a leer.
Dee's clit twitches, and Charlie speeds up her pace some. Dee's hips start rocking down onto Charlie's fingers, and Dee notices that her own tits are bouncing with the movement of her hips.
“Oh, yeah. Not to sound narcissistic or anything,” Dee says, watching her own tits bounce, “but that's fucking hot.”
Charlie giggles, getting a good look at Dee's bouncing tits. “Arch your back a little,” she says.
Dee does, and then moans at how much more her tits bounce. “Awesome!”
Charlie suddenly speeds up the movements of her thumb on Dee's clit, making Dee gasp and moan, her hips losing their rhythm. She doesn't even notice that Charlie's fingers have slipped out of her until something else is rubbing over her lips, dipping between them and spreading her slick.
Dee groans, realizing it's the dildo. “Ngh, yeah,” she says, anything she'd been about to say flying out of her head.
“Does that feel good on your pussy?” Charlie asks, rubbing at an agonizingly slow pace, backing off on the speed she's using to rub Dee's clit.
“Mmm, yeah, feels good,” Dee says, her hands running over her sides and her stomach, wanting more.
“You're going to have to beg prettier than that, baby,” Charlie sing-songs.
Dee huffs. She trails her fingers down and around her sides, even further down and uses a hand to grab each ass cheek, then spreads them. “More, please, more,” she says.
Charlie just keeps up the maddening slow pace, sliding the dildo over Dee's slit a few times, then pushing just in between again and running the smooth plastic up and down over Dee's hole.
“Nah, I think I'll play with you longer,” Charlie says, sounding like she has all the time in the world.
Dee growls, tries to use her hips to push down, get Charlie to do something more, something to get her closer to coming, because she'd really, really like to come. “Please!” she whimpers when it doesn't work.
“You want this inside your pussy?” she asks, dipping in just the tinniest little bit, then out again.
“Oh, you're such a fucking tease,” Dee says, half chuckle, half huff, but there's a grin on her face. Her toes are curling into the sheets.
“I just really enjoy making you squirm until you come screaming my name,” Charlie says.
“Oh, yeah, make me come,” Dee moans, trying to spread her legs wider. “Please make me come!” she says, wishing she was as good at the puppy face as Sammy. Then she promptly thinks about Charlie all sexy and naked to get the mental image of Sam out of her head.
Charlie starts rubbing up and down, catching on Dee's hole each time she goes over it, but not pushing in any further. “I still think you can beg prettier than that,” Charlie says with a smirk. “I'll fuck your pussy when I think you really want it.”
Dee growls. “Oh, come on! I really do. I want it. Fuck all that shit I said earlier about being nervous. I want this. Really!” she says, her eyes widening, her hips twitching up toward Charlie.
“That sounds a little demanding,” Charlie chides with a scowl.
“Mmm, oh, fuck, please!” Dee begs, lifting her legs, pulling her knees back and up so that she's spread as wide as she can be for Charlie, feet in the air, toes curling.
Charlie starts dipping in a little deeper on each pass of Dee's hole, but that's it. Dee starts keening, begging with her eyes and hoping that her face shows she's totally for this, that she wants it, because in this moment, she doesn't want anything else more than this.
“Please! Please fuck me, please!” Dee begs, then yelps as Charlie pushes in a little further. It's still not enough, though. “More, please, more!” she says as her thighs shake, her breath stutters, her stomach quivers. She wraps her hands around her thighs just above her knees, holding her own legs open as wide as she can for Charlie.
“You're being such a good girl for me,” Charlie says.
The praise warms Dee to her core. She pushes up with her hips harder, trying to get more, but Charlie doesn't change the pace on either her clit or her hole with the dildo. She does start going a little deeper, this time pushing in further each time instead of pulling out all the way. Two thrusts in, one tug out each time.
“Yeah! Yeah! More! Please more!” Dee chants. “Fuck me! Please fuck me, Charlie, please!” she begs.
Dee feels as if she's falling apart all over and Charlie's the only one who can fix it. Her body is tensing even more, and she knows she's close to coming, but she needs more.
“That's my good girl,” Charlie says, then pushes in again, this time a little more firmly.
Dee gasps, something inside her burning, a little pain that's more like a tightening of her body than actual pain. Just as she's about to beg for more, Charlie doubles her pace on Dee's clit and fucks in and out of her with the dildo, not going any deeper, just fucking in and out at the same depth and driving Dee crazy with it.
Dee yelps, lets go of her legs, grabs onto the sheets as if she'll fly away without them grounding her, and she comes so hard and so fast that she actually screams. Her hips keep thrusting up at Charlie, but Dee knows her rhythm is off, and she doesn't care because it feels way too good.
She feels her breasts bouncing, and it feels and looks awesome, her body jerking and twisting as she rides out the last waves of pleasure.
Dee doesn't know when Charlie takes the dildo out of her, but the next time she looks up at Charlie, her clit twitches as she sees Charlie has the dildo in her mouth, sucking off Dee's slick. Dee realizes Charlie's thrusting her own hips, and when she looks down, she sees Charlie has the fingers of her right hand inside her pussy, fucking herself with them.
Dee groans, not able to do much more than watch as her legs fall to the bed, her thighs sore from the position they'd been in, but that's perfectly fine with her. The show is awesome.
“Do I taste good enough to get off on?” Dee asks as innocently as she can given that her voice is wrecked.
Charlie's mouth is full, but she moans and nods, her eyes falling closed as she fingerfucks herself faster, thrusts faster.
“Wanna see you come, and I wanna taste you,” Dee says, getting up on her elbows with a great deal of effort. “Can I taste you? Can I lick your fingers clean after you come?”
Charlie whines around the dildo, her body shuddering, her hips losing rhythm as she twitches and groans through her own orgasm. She shoves her fingers inside herself hard, letting the dildo fall from her lips so she can pant thought the last of it.
Her tits are bouncing with the tremors going through her body, and Dee drinks in everything, watching intently to the whole thing. Then Charlie opens her eyes, looks at Dee, and moves her fingers around inside herself.
Dee sits the rest of the way up, hoping to get a taste. “Please let me taste you,” she says again, not wanting to miss the opportunity.
Charlie slowly slides her fingers out of her pussy, then holds them up, messy and wet. Dee lunges forward, sucking the fingers into her mouth and moaning around them, filling her mouth with the taste of Charlie.
After a little while of sucking, Charlie pulls her fingers out of Dee's mouth, then pushes Dee back onto the pillows, following her down to lie beside her. She pulls the blanket up over them, and Dee snuggles up against her.
“So did you like it?” Charlie asks, her voice already sounding sleepy.
“Hell. Yeah.” Dee says. “I wanna do that again. And I wanna do it to you. And I wanna try the strap-on from both sides.”
Charlie chuckles. “Awesome.”
Dee closes her eyes, not staying awake for long, but basking in the afterglow while she holds onto Charlie. While she holds onto the love of her life.
- - -
Next: Epilogue
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Part 8
Dee and Charlie are exhausted by the time they get back to the bunker after hours of shopping, and they're greeted by Sam, who helps them with the bags, then directs them toward the kitchen, where he's prepared dinner for them.
Sam looks Dee over, and he seems to approve of her jeans and T-shirt, looking closely to make sure she has a bra on.
“I definitely need to start doing some kind of exercise or you guys are gonna make me fat,” Dee says, appreciatively sniffing the food before digging in.
“So did you get everything you wanted without going into enough detail that I have to leave the dinner table with a napkin over my crotch?” Sam asks.
Charlie snorts. “Well, we did get a few matching panties because Dee liked the way some of them looked so much she wanted me to have some too.”
Sam has a long-suffering look on his face. “And the outer wear?” he prods.
Dee chuckles. “Yes, we got a lot of pants, skirts, tops, a few dresses, and I got a few pairs of shoes, some just because they'll look amazing and some because they were practical.”
“Sounds cool,” Sam says, smiling. “I'm really happy for you, Dee,” he says.
“I'm happy for me too,” Dee says with a smirk.
Sam rolls his eyes. “Would you just try the red peppers, Dee? Please?” he asks, pointing at Dee's plate.
Dee whines. “But I don't like red peppers,” she says, pushing the peppers she'd separated from the pasta around on her plate.
“But they're mixed with sweet potatoes and have sauce on them,” Sam says, puppy face working its magic. “You might like them.”
Dee grumbles, but she stabs one with her fork and pops it into her mouth. A look of surprise comes over her face as she chews. “Okay, this is really weird,” she says, a little spooked.
“What?” Charlie asks, her fork halfway to her mouth.
“I've always hated red peppers, and I can still taste that they're red peppers, but I think I like them,” Dee says, looking up at Sam like she's seen a ghost.
Sam looks puzzled for a moment, then his face lights up. “You have to try chocolate and see if it tastes better!” he blurts like it's the coolest thing ever.
“Why?” Dee asks, her face scrunched up as she peers down at the evil and tasty red peppers. “Oh,” she says as her head snaps up, looking Sam in the eye. “It tastes different because I'm a chick now!”
“Oh, we should try a bunch of foods on you to see what you like and don't like,” Charlie says.
Dee looks down at her plate, poking at the red peppers more. “But the breakfast tasted the same and everything else in the pasta tastes the same,” she says, confused over the whole thing. “Beer tasted the same,” Dee says as she points to the bottle on the table.
Sam gets his 'I get to teach you something' face on. “Women and men have different hormones and chemicals in their brains. I don't think this means you've changed something so basic about you as your whole taste in foods, but maybe just that a few things will be tweaked like the peppers.”
Dee looks down at the peppers again, takes another bite. “They kind of have a tang to them that I like, but I know that's what I didn't like about them before.”
“Are you upset about it? Because you look a little upset about it,” Charlie asks, concerned tone to her voice.
Dee thinks about it, stabs one of the red peppers. “It's not so much that I'm upset about it as it just threw me,” she says, then a horrible thought occurs to her. “I hope I still like cheeseburgers with extra onions and fries!”
Sam snorts, and Dee gives him a sour look. Charlie tries to keep from giggling, but the hand over her mouth isn't really stopping her shoulders from jumping.
“You guys are jerks,” Dee says with a scowl. “You owe me a box of chocolates each.”
Sam and Charlie can't hold it in any longer and laugh so hard that Dee can't help but smile.
- - -
“Okay, go ahead and try a few moves, and we'll see what happens,” Sam says, standing on the mat and spreading his legs shoulder-width apart, arms at his sides.
They've finished dinner, and after talking for a while to give their stomachs a chance to settle, they've changed into clothes more suitable for sparring and rolled the mats out.
Charlie is in a new pair of striped pajama pants and a matching tank top because she doesn't plan on joining in, but Dee and Sam are both in sweatpants and plain T-shirts, Dee only teasing Sam a little bit about wanting to ditch the bra. Sam and Dee are both in their boots.
“Don't go easy on me,” Dee says, pulling her hair into a ponytail. Well, actually she tries to pull it into a ponytail, but she cringes inwardly as she ends up sending the band across the room when it slips from her fingers.
Charlie giggles as she gets the band for Dee, then walks up behind her and ties up her hair for her. “There you go, sweetie,” she says, then gives Dee's ass a little pat.
Dee gives Sam a look that hopefully says 'you tease me about that, you die' before she lunges. She's nervous that Sam will easily overpower her, but she's determined not to show it. As she's heading for him, Sam doesn't move, lets Dee land a front elbow shot to the gut, and he doubles over, grunting and breathing his way through it.
“Yes, I know,” Sam says, voice strained. “I should know you better than to think you've forgotten everything you ever learned about how and where to hit just because you're a girl now.”
“Damn right,” Dee says, showing no remorse. Because really, Sam has insulted her by just standing there. She allows herself a little pat on the back for catching Sam off-guard, but tries not to let it go to her head.
“Sorry,” Sam says with a grimace as he stands up. “Try again.”
This time when Dee goes for him, she twists her body at the last second and drops, hitting Sam at the inner thigh with her fist. She hears Sam hiss, but she doesn't stop. She stands back up again, grabbing his hand and spinning, aiming for bringing Sam down to the mat, but she overcompensates for her lack of height, weight, and strength, so she ends up sending them both to the mat with Sam on top of her.
Thankfully Sam catches himself with his left hand so he doesn't fall as hard as he could've onto her, but it's still a little painful. Now Dee feels a little stupid for having done that. She shakes it off as Sam rolls off and stands up again.
Dad had taught them well when they were kids and teenagers how to deal with changing bodies, and to try not to get upset over them, to work with them, learn from them, try to use them to your advantage.
Dad had said that getting upset only hurt you, that your body needs to learn what to do and you need to learn how to do it. There's no shame in it. No shame in learning your body's limitations if you work through them and do your best with those limitations.
So Dee gets back up, reevaluates her strength, weight, and center of gravity, which she's realizing is slightly lower than before, then goes after Sam again. She tries a kick, but it's too high, and Sam gives her a warning by grabbing her ankle, then letting go of it quickly enough that she doesn't fall because of it.
Dee gives Sam a smirk. He could've had her down on the mat just now. She doesn't know whether to be grateful or pissed that Sam didn't go ahead and pull her down. She needs to learn, damn it.
So she reevaluates, uses less power than she would've before to get her leg up that high, and gives Sam a light kick in his right side. She's still not quick enough, so this time Sam grabs her ankle, turns her leg just enough to put her completely off balance, and then gives a little pull to make sure she comes down on her ass instead of her back and head, letting go of her ankle once she's down.
Dee growls, feeling a flush of anger run through her, and gets back up again. She tries for a quick jab to Sam's neck, but Sam catches her hand, yanking her toward him, then wraps his arms around her. She tries to headbutt him, but forgets she's shorter now, and all that happens is the back of her head connects with Sam's collarbone.
It hurts. It's humiliating. It makes her furious, and she forgets everything about not getting upset, about working through this, and with a growling yell, she stomps on Sam's foot with the heel of her boot.
She feels some satisfaction when she hears Sam squeak in pain, but when he lets go of her, she knows it's because he's ready to let her go, not because he's in so much pain he lost his grip. She stands there with her back to Sam, panting hard and so mad that her chest hurts.
And, damn it, her eyes are burning. She bites her tongue, trying to keep from losing control of her emotions any more than she already has. She refuses to cry over this. She's not going to look at Sam or Charlie. She knows she'll lose it if she does.
“Okay, hang on,” Charlie says, waving her hands as she walks over to Dee.
Dee pulls at the hem of her T-shirt. She feels a little scared by her lack of abilities, but she doesn't want them to know she's scared, doesn't want them to know she's having trouble adjusting.
She doesn't want her old body back. Hell, no. And she knew it would be a big adjustment, but she was hoping the overwhelmingly vulnerable feeling she's got right now wouldn't be a huge issue.
Charlie stands in front of Dee, but doesn't try to force eye contact. “You're fighting like a guy. Fight like a girl,” she says, sounding much less sympathetic or pitying than Dee thought she would.
Dee looks up at her, forcing the tears to go away through sheer will. “I was trying,” she growls.
“No,” Charlie says, shaking her head. “You're fighting like a guy who's been shoved into a woman's body.”
Dee looks down at the mat, her eyes burning again. She wishes she could use telepathy to let Charlie know she should get tougher, change the mood before Dee bawls all over the place. If Charlie gets soft on her, she's going to cry.
“Fight like a girl,” Charlie repeats, this time using her index and middle fingers to shove Dee's right shoulder enough that Dee takes a few steps back.
Dee looks up at Charlie again, takes a deep cleansing breath, and raises her eyebrow at Charlie. “So I should bite him?” she challenges.
Charlie huffs. “I suppose you can if you want to, but that's not what I had in mind. You're a woman now. You have to change your range,” she says.
“Huh?” Dee asks, feeling ridiculous. Dee has been trained her whole life. She's been a hunter for as long as she can remember. Charlie's a computer geek.
“I'm a LARPer, remember?” Dee says, a knowing grin on her face.
Dee feels a little relief as the thought sinks in. “Oh, yeah.”
“Okay, you're fighting like a guy,” Charlie says as she takes Dee by the upper arms and moves her to the side. She turns to Sam. “I'm shorter, I'm not as strong as him, but you know that doesn't mean I can't beat him.”
“Yeah,” Dee says, trying hard not to say 'but there's a huge chance he'll beat you' in a snarky voice.
“When you fight guy-on-guy, you can be farther apart from each other because you're closely matched in height, weight, and reach,” Charlie says, then steps up to Sam, standing with only one foot of space between them.
Sam gets ready, his arms a little out to the side in a defensive posture, but Dee knows Sam won't hurt her. She doesn't need to remind Sam Charlie's not a fighter.
“Men let you get closer to them, because they don't see you as a threat most of the time,” Charlie says. “Use that. And also use your lack of height to throw them off. You're closer to their vulnerable spots like the throat, stomach, and crotch,” she says as she pokes Sam in the stomach.
Charlie lifts her knee, headed for Sam's crotch, but stops just in time, and Sam knows he could've just gotten a nut shot, so he gives her a grateful smile.
“Don't be afraid of cheap shots,” she says with a smirk.
“I have no problem with cheap shots,” Dee says, feeling like an idiot for needing this.
“Your center of gravity is lower than a man's, and also women tend to have better balance. Again, use that,” Charlie says. “Guys expect you to use your hands and arms at about the level of your upper torso, so overhand and underhand strikes work well, and you can put a lot of power into an overhand hit that'll make up for your lack of upper body strength compared to a man.”
Charlie throws her right hand out to the left side of Sam's head, then brings her hand down in an arc toward his neck, stopping just before she hits him.
“Now I can't really help you with monsters and all, but using your lower center of gravity and the ability to pull things down with you has to be of some use,” Charlie says. “And what about all the training you said your dad gave you as kids? You can't tell me he had you fighting like adults,” she says with a huff.
Dee feels a flush of embarrassment for forgetting that, but it's quickly followed by a flare of hope. “Uhm, yeah,” she says with a self-deprecating chuckle.
A quick look at Sam confirms that Sam had already figured that out, but he was being a nice little brother by not giving Dee a hard time for it.
Dee smiles. “That's just a slightly different way of moving than how dad taught us when we were kids,” she says. “I'm assuming the difference is because of the shorter arms for kids, but yeah, that's how Sam and I used to train.”
“Cool!” Charlie says. “Then go for it!” she says as she steps to the side, giving them room to move.
Dee runs up to Sam, jumps on him, wrapping her right leg around his left leg and pulling her ankle back up toward her, buckling Sam's knee. As they fall to the mat, Sam throws up his arms, but Dee already has her hand on his right shoulder, pushing down toward the mat as they hit, and with her right fist, she comes down in an arc, stopping just before she hits his left temple.
“Did you let me win?” Dee asks, using her tone of voice to make sure Sam knows he'd better not lie.
Sam blinks up at her, obviously surprised by what just happened. “Uhm, no, I didn't let you win.”
“Awesome!” Dee says, a huge smile on her face.
“Wait!” Charlie says, pointing at Dee's fist. “Hit with the heel and side of your fist instead of your knuckles,” she says as she demonstrates with her own hand.
Dee turns her wrist, then brings her fist down in an arc, trying out using her fist like a hammer instead of something to jab at someone.
Charlie walks up next to Dee and holds Dee's right shoulder, then grabs her elbow. “When you hit overhand, start by pulling your shoulder back some, then start at the elbow and fling your fist from the elbow down. It'll give your fist more speed and power than coming down the way you normally would.”
Dee tries again, using the technique that she now remembers Dad teaching her as a kid, pulling back at the last moment before hitting Sam in the neck. A grin spreads across her lips.
Charlie steps back a few feet, and it really was stupid of Dee to relax and enjoy her victory, because Sam takes the opportunity to catch her off-guard and twists his hips, tossing Dee off as he sits up, his forearm catching her stomach to shove her down to the mat on her back. He spins, flinging his right leg over her, then sitting down on her lower belly.
She panics, her eyes widening and her whole body tensing. She can't think of anything but getting Sam off of her, so she starts wildly hitting Sam's arms with her fists, kicking out, but not connecting with anything, her teeth clenched, a manic screech coming out of her.
“Hey!” Sam barks, startling Dee out of her unreasonable panic. “We just did this with Charlie last week,” he says, taking her wrists and holding them down on either side of her head.
Dee starts to panic again, and her breath stutters, her chest heaving. “Please! Sam, stop! Let me up! Stop!” she says, closer to crying than she'd like to be.
She knew she'd have to deal with stronger emotions, different hormones, but this crying is annoying her even though she still has yet to bawl all over the place.
“No,” Sam says with such a snotty little brother tone to it that the fight leaves Dee.
She relaxes into the mat, her eyes squeezing shut and her legs stilling. She hears Sam's instruction of “breathe,” and she takes a few cleansing breaths. When she opens her eyes, Sam smiles at her.
“Now show me what you did last week when you did such an awesome job of teaching Charlie how to hurt me,” Sam says with a nod.
It breaks the tension, and Dee chuckles, remembering a few of Charlie's shots connecting with Sam, and how Sam had been a good sport about it even though his lips had been thinned out tightly a couple times when he tried to work through the pain.
“Just try not to knock out my teeth or anything, okay?” Sam asks, his dimples showing as he grins.
“I'll think about it,” Dee says, then punches up, as if she's doing a one-handed victory punch into the air while standing.
With Sam's hand wrapped around her wrist, it pulls Sam off balance to her right, and Dee uses her right leg to curl around Sam's leg over his calf, pushes straight out from herself with her left arm like she's boxing, and the combination of moves sends Sam rolling to her right.
Sam doesn't let go of her wrists, but now she's on top. Sam's eyes widen and he hisses as Dee moves to knee him in the nuts, but she slows at the last moment, pushing down a bit with her knee into his crotch instead of connecting hard.
Sam's grip on her would've weakened if she'd connected, so Sam plays the part, loosens his grip, and Dee yanks her elbows in toward her stomach, pulling out of Sam's grip. Before Sam's recovered, she touches her index and middle fingers to the soft spot where his collarbone meets his neck, showing that she could've just incapacitated him more with a jab there.
Dee hears Charlie clapping and squealing out a “yay!” She turns to Charlie with a big grin on her face. She feels so relieved that she wants to hug both Sam and Charlie. She knows she shouldn't have let everything get to her like this, but she's so grateful she has these two people who love her so much, who are patient and ready to help her through it.
Charlie runs over and flops down onto the mat on her knees. She leans in and kisses Dee, grabbing Dee's neck to hold her in place. Dee lets Charlie control the kiss, enjoying the all-consuming way Charlie kisses. She moans into the kiss, reaching up to hold Charlie's left breast, kneading it a little.
“I don't know how I'm going to survive you two,” Sam grumbles, and Dee feels him scrambling away from her.
She had forgotten she was still between his legs, had forgotten he was there at all, but by the grin on Charlie's face when she pulls back away from the kiss, Charlie hadn't forgotten. Sam's cupping his crotch as he stands up awkwardly.
“I wanna fuck your pretty little pussy tonight,” Charlie says, that wonderfully evil grin on her face as her eyes cut to the side so she can watch Sam without being obvious about it.
“Fuck,” Sam growls as he stumbles off the mat and toward the door. “The least you could'a done was follow through with the nut shot if you were gonna suck face on the mat and talk like that,” he growls, his voice echoing as he walks down the hallway toward his room.
Charlie giggles, and Dee joins her, loving the whole display from Charlie. “I love you,” Dee says. “And it's only partly because you'd make the perfect evil overlord,” she adds with a gentle elbow jab to Charlie's arm.
Charlie fakes a gasp of surprise. “You have excellent taste in women, Dee,” she says, wrapping her arms around Dee's waist and slipping her hand down the back of Dee's sweatpants, her middle finger running over the top of Dee's ass crack where her brand new pair of pink boyshorts are covering her.
“Do you really wanna fuck me tonight?” Dee asks, shivering at Charlie's intimate touch.
Charlie pulls back, her eyes wide and a smile growing on her lips. “Is that on the table?”
Dee stutters, her stomach clenching. “Uhm, ah, do you have, uh, anything smaller than the...,” she trails off, holding her hands up as if she's holding a huge dildo, “big, large, kinda gigantic dildo?” she asks, wincing.
Charlie laughs, pulling Dee to her and kissing her neck affectionately. “I have a few more toys I haven't shown you yet, and yes, I have a smaller and smoother one we can start with.”
Dee lets out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. “Awesome,” she breathes. “I feel kinda dorky for being nervous about something teenage girls do all the time,” Dee says, her face flushing with heat.
“Oh, baby, don't feel dorky!” Charlie says, running her fingers through Dee's hair. “It's something unknown to you, something new, so of course you're going to be a little apprehensive about it even if you really do want to get fucked,” she says.
Charlie sounds so understanding, so reassuring that Dee relaxes. “I've dealt with pain before, so I don't really know why this is different,” Dee says, huffing at herself.
“Intimate pain is totally different,” Charlie says.
Dee huffs. “So on a scale of one to oh, my god, shoot me now, how does losing your virginity rate,” she asks.
She's never been with a virgin before. She's never seen a girl react to losing her virginity, but she has been with girls who were sensitive, who needed a lot of stimulation and foreplay because penetrative sex was a little difficult for them otherwise. Her own reaction is an unknown to her.
Charlie chuckles. “Don't worry so much, sweetie,” she says, then kisses the tip of Dee's nose. “Depending on who you're with, how much they know you, how much they care...,” she trails off, shaking her head. “The first time I was fucked with something bigger than a finger, I was with an amazing woman, as I've mentioned.”
Dee kind of wishes she could meet this woman, because whenever Charlie talks about her, the look on her face screams of the comfort she'd given Charlie.
“She got me so excited,” Charlie continues, “so out of my mind with arousal that I was begging for it, nearly threatening her with bodily harm if she didn't fuck me, and even then she kept me just on the edge of crazy for it as she went in slow.
“And I swear I'm not lying when I tell you it didn't hurt. It might be different for you, but I was so turned on, and she was doing so much to me beside fucking me that it felt more like a pressure with a burn to it.”
“And it was good even the first time?” Dee asks.
Charlie makes an 'eh' sound. “She was good, and I enjoyed the benefits of that,” Charlie says with a sheepish smile. “She was experienced, I wasn't, and your first time is never perfect, but she made it as good as it could be, and I had a great time even if it wasn't the most perfect ever.”
Dee looks down at Charlies tank top. “Sorry about this. It's just that I've been with more than one girl who complained about her first time, how much it hurt,” Dee says.
Charlie huffs. “And did they mention they were with an asshole? That they're glad they've dumped the bastard?”
Dee snorts. “Well, they didn't stop having sex, so I'm assuming it didn't kill their sex lives.”
Charlie growls. “It's men like that who give me so much pussy to choose from,” she says.
Dee chuckles, then pokes Charlie in the side. “That had better be past tense,” she says, looking Charlie in the eye, a grin on her face.
Charlie smiles. “Of course it is. Yours is the only pussy I want. And it's a very pretty little pussy that I can't wait to fuck. And I can't wait to show you how amazing this can be,” she says, her eyes darkening with arousal.
“Well,” Dee drawls, “we already know Sam's going to be busy for a while, so I'll race you up there,” she says, jumping up and running for their room.
Charlie laughs, scrambling after her. “Sam's probably already finished. No way he lasted very long with that look on his face and the tone of his voice,” she says, her voice loud and full of glee as she runs.
- - -
Dee makes it to the room first, throwing the door open and already pulling her clothes off by the time Charlie gets there. “Stop making me think of Sam's dick when I wanna get fucked by you,” Dee complains.
“Leave your panties and bra on,” Charlie says, pulling her own clothes off. “I wanna lick you through them!”
Dee moans, pulling her boots off and flinging them over by the dresser. Her socks go flying in the same general direction, followed by her sweatpants, the shirt already crumpled in the corner of the room.
Charlie catches her by the waist with an arm wrapped around her, pulls Dee toward her, then grinds against her.
“Are you naked?” Dee asks, reaching around to feel for clothes.
“Yup,” she says just as Dee's hand curves around her right hip.
“Mmm,” Dee moans, her eyes falling closed. She practically melts against Charlie as Charlie's hand goes down the front of her boyshorts, her fingers finding her pussy and playing with her clit. “Yeah,” she breathes.
Charlie's fingers move down to Dee's hole, not pushing in, but teasing just outside. “I'm going to fuck this soon, but first I wanna play with it for a while,” she says, her voice deep with arousal.
Dee's still thoroughly enjoying imagining Charlie fucking her when Charlie pulls her hand out, comes around to Dee's front, and drops to her knees. She licks Dee's panties just over her pussy. “Oh, fuck,” Dee growls, her legs shaking a little. Dee can't believe that feels so good through the panties.
Charlie reaches up and rubs her thumb over Dee's left nipple through the fabric of the bra. Dee doesn't know what to do with her hands, so her left hand flutters uselessly at her side while her right hand finds Charlie's hair and she runs her fingers over Charlie's scalp.
Dee is lost in those eyes looking up at her, the feeling of Charlie's tongue teasing her through the panties. Charlie's tongue alternates between poking at her clit and sweeping up and down the seam of her lips.
Charlie stops, sits back, looking up at Dee for a moment before standing up, Dee's right hand falling to her side. Charlie pulls the right cup of Dee's bra down, Dee's nipple showing, then Charlie leans down and licks it.
Dee gasps, her back arching. Charlie sucks on the nipple, reaching around Dee's back and undoing the clasps on her bra. She lets the bra fall to the floor between them, then puts her hands on Dee's upper arms, starts pushing her backward, headed toward the bed. Dee lets Charlie direct her, sitting down when the backs of her knees hit the bed.
“Get comfortable in the middle of the bed with your head on the pillows,” Charlie says, waving at Dee with her right hand while her left hand trails down to her own pussy and starts playing with her clit.
Dee forgets for a moment what she's supposed to do as she watches Charlie play with her clit. Charlie pulls her hand away, and by the time Dee looks up at her, Charlie has a smirk on her face. Dee's caught.
She remembers what she's been told to do, then grins. “Yes, ma'am,” Dee says as she crawls backward on the bed, getting to where Charlie had told her to go.
Charlie walks over to one of her dresser drawers and pulls out a purplish-pink dildo that Dee had never known she had. It's fairly slim and not all that long, so Dee knows Charlie picked it because it's made for someone's first time.
Charlie comes back over to the bed, opens her bedside drawer, pulls out the lube, then sets both the dildo and the lube on the bed to Dee's left.
“Spread your legs, baby,” Charlie says, crawling onto the bed and getting between Dee's legs.
“God, you're so sexy,” Dee drawls, enjoying the view of a naked Charlie sitting on her knees between Dee's legs.
Dee smiles when Charlie does a happy little wiggle because of Dee's praise. Charlie reaches down, hooks her fingers under the waistline of Dee's panties, then gently and slowly pulls them up her long legs, then down her calves. Charlie pulls them over her feet, then lifts the panties up to her face, sniffs them, then licks the crotch.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Dee groans. “I've always appreciated girls that are into the panty sniffing thing,” she says, her clit twitching.
Charlie spreads her own legs, then reaches in to finger herself, watching Dee as she pushes her nose into the crotch of Dee's panties, sniffing them as her hips twitch, her fingers pushing into her hole.
“Couldn't help it,” Charlie says. “Your pussy smells so nice.”
Dee watches closely as Charlie pushes in and out of herself, glancing up to watch Charlie licking the panties some more. Charlie's not just playing the part, not just using the panties to turn on Dee. She's really getting a kick out of it, and Dee loves it.
“Here, taste how wet you make me,” Charlie says, pulling her fingers out and reaching toward Dee's lips.
Dee sits up, more than ready to get a taste. She opens her mouth, sucking Charlie's fingers in, then using her tongue to get all the slick she can from Charlie's skin. Charlie moans as Dee sucks hard, but Dee is taken by surprise when Charlie uses the fingers of her left hand to play with Dee's clit.
“Mmm,” Dee moans, slowly pulling off Charlie's fingers and falling back against the pillows. She reaches up to play with her own breasts.
Charlie tosses the panties onto the floor, then uses her right thumb to play with Dee's clit while the fingers of her left hand move down further to gently rub around Dee's hole. Dee lets her legs fall open wider.
Dee squeaks as Charlie pushes her middle finger into Dee's hole, but it's more out of surprise than anything else, and she tilts her hips up toward Charlie, hoping for more.
“You're already so wet,” Charlie says, pushing her index finger in alongside her middle finger.
Dee squeezes her own left nipple, watching intently as Charlie's breasts sway gently with her movements. Her toes curl against the sheets as Charlie starts fingerfucking her with both fingers.
“It's all your fault,” Dee teases. “You're getting met wet again, so you're gonna have to clean up your mess,” she says with a smirk.
Charlie chuckles. “I'm going to be getting you a whole lot messier before I even think about cleaning you up, Dee,” Charlie says with a leer.
Dee's clit twitches, and Charlie speeds up her pace some. Dee's hips start rocking down onto Charlie's fingers, and Dee notices that her own tits are bouncing with the movement of her hips.
“Oh, yeah. Not to sound narcissistic or anything,” Dee says, watching her own tits bounce, “but that's fucking hot.”
Charlie giggles, getting a good look at Dee's bouncing tits. “Arch your back a little,” she says.
Dee does, and then moans at how much more her tits bounce. “Awesome!”
Charlie suddenly speeds up the movements of her thumb on Dee's clit, making Dee gasp and moan, her hips losing their rhythm. She doesn't even notice that Charlie's fingers have slipped out of her until something else is rubbing over her lips, dipping between them and spreading her slick.
Dee groans, realizing it's the dildo. “Ngh, yeah,” she says, anything she'd been about to say flying out of her head.
“Does that feel good on your pussy?” Charlie asks, rubbing at an agonizingly slow pace, backing off on the speed she's using to rub Dee's clit.
“Mmm, yeah, feels good,” Dee says, her hands running over her sides and her stomach, wanting more.
“You're going to have to beg prettier than that, baby,” Charlie sing-songs.
Dee huffs. She trails her fingers down and around her sides, even further down and uses a hand to grab each ass cheek, then spreads them. “More, please, more,” she says.
Charlie just keeps up the maddening slow pace, sliding the dildo over Dee's slit a few times, then pushing just in between again and running the smooth plastic up and down over Dee's hole.
“Nah, I think I'll play with you longer,” Charlie says, sounding like she has all the time in the world.
Dee growls, tries to use her hips to push down, get Charlie to do something more, something to get her closer to coming, because she'd really, really like to come. “Please!” she whimpers when it doesn't work.
“You want this inside your pussy?” she asks, dipping in just the tinniest little bit, then out again.
“Oh, you're such a fucking tease,” Dee says, half chuckle, half huff, but there's a grin on her face. Her toes are curling into the sheets.
“I just really enjoy making you squirm until you come screaming my name,” Charlie says.
“Oh, yeah, make me come,” Dee moans, trying to spread her legs wider. “Please make me come!” she says, wishing she was as good at the puppy face as Sammy. Then she promptly thinks about Charlie all sexy and naked to get the mental image of Sam out of her head.
Charlie starts rubbing up and down, catching on Dee's hole each time she goes over it, but not pushing in any further. “I still think you can beg prettier than that,” Charlie says with a smirk. “I'll fuck your pussy when I think you really want it.”
Dee growls. “Oh, come on! I really do. I want it. Fuck all that shit I said earlier about being nervous. I want this. Really!” she says, her eyes widening, her hips twitching up toward Charlie.
“That sounds a little demanding,” Charlie chides with a scowl.
“Mmm, oh, fuck, please!” Dee begs, lifting her legs, pulling her knees back and up so that she's spread as wide as she can be for Charlie, feet in the air, toes curling.
Charlie starts dipping in a little deeper on each pass of Dee's hole, but that's it. Dee starts keening, begging with her eyes and hoping that her face shows she's totally for this, that she wants it, because in this moment, she doesn't want anything else more than this.
“Please! Please fuck me, please!” Dee begs, then yelps as Charlie pushes in a little further. It's still not enough, though. “More, please, more!” she says as her thighs shake, her breath stutters, her stomach quivers. She wraps her hands around her thighs just above her knees, holding her own legs open as wide as she can for Charlie.
“You're being such a good girl for me,” Charlie says.
The praise warms Dee to her core. She pushes up with her hips harder, trying to get more, but Charlie doesn't change the pace on either her clit or her hole with the dildo. She does start going a little deeper, this time pushing in further each time instead of pulling out all the way. Two thrusts in, one tug out each time.
“Yeah! Yeah! More! Please more!” Dee chants. “Fuck me! Please fuck me, Charlie, please!” she begs.
Dee feels as if she's falling apart all over and Charlie's the only one who can fix it. Her body is tensing even more, and she knows she's close to coming, but she needs more.
“That's my good girl,” Charlie says, then pushes in again, this time a little more firmly.
Dee gasps, something inside her burning, a little pain that's more like a tightening of her body than actual pain. Just as she's about to beg for more, Charlie doubles her pace on Dee's clit and fucks in and out of her with the dildo, not going any deeper, just fucking in and out at the same depth and driving Dee crazy with it.
Dee yelps, lets go of her legs, grabs onto the sheets as if she'll fly away without them grounding her, and she comes so hard and so fast that she actually screams. Her hips keep thrusting up at Charlie, but Dee knows her rhythm is off, and she doesn't care because it feels way too good.
She feels her breasts bouncing, and it feels and looks awesome, her body jerking and twisting as she rides out the last waves of pleasure.
Dee doesn't know when Charlie takes the dildo out of her, but the next time she looks up at Charlie, her clit twitches as she sees Charlie has the dildo in her mouth, sucking off Dee's slick. Dee realizes Charlie's thrusting her own hips, and when she looks down, she sees Charlie has the fingers of her right hand inside her pussy, fucking herself with them.
Dee groans, not able to do much more than watch as her legs fall to the bed, her thighs sore from the position they'd been in, but that's perfectly fine with her. The show is awesome.
“Do I taste good enough to get off on?” Dee asks as innocently as she can given that her voice is wrecked.
Charlie's mouth is full, but she moans and nods, her eyes falling closed as she fingerfucks herself faster, thrusts faster.
“Wanna see you come, and I wanna taste you,” Dee says, getting up on her elbows with a great deal of effort. “Can I taste you? Can I lick your fingers clean after you come?”
Charlie whines around the dildo, her body shuddering, her hips losing rhythm as she twitches and groans through her own orgasm. She shoves her fingers inside herself hard, letting the dildo fall from her lips so she can pant thought the last of it.
Her tits are bouncing with the tremors going through her body, and Dee drinks in everything, watching intently to the whole thing. Then Charlie opens her eyes, looks at Dee, and moves her fingers around inside herself.
Dee sits the rest of the way up, hoping to get a taste. “Please let me taste you,” she says again, not wanting to miss the opportunity.
Charlie slowly slides her fingers out of her pussy, then holds them up, messy and wet. Dee lunges forward, sucking the fingers into her mouth and moaning around them, filling her mouth with the taste of Charlie.
After a little while of sucking, Charlie pulls her fingers out of Dee's mouth, then pushes Dee back onto the pillows, following her down to lie beside her. She pulls the blanket up over them, and Dee snuggles up against her.
“So did you like it?” Charlie asks, her voice already sounding sleepy.
“Hell. Yeah.” Dee says. “I wanna do that again. And I wanna do it to you. And I wanna try the strap-on from both sides.”
Charlie chuckles. “Awesome.”
Dee closes her eyes, not staying awake for long, but basking in the afterglow while she holds onto Charlie. While she holds onto the love of her life.
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