Pre-Op Roommate Ch. 02
Keywords: Ch., Roommate, Pre-Op, 02,
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I've talked before about how my roommate stopped being Mark and turned into Marcie. It was an awkward time, until we were able to finally express our attraction for one another, after which things got very interesting indeed.
In the week or so that followed our first lovemaking, Marcie pleasured me more ways than I can count. I was still in a daze, after deciding that it didn't matter that the beautiful woman in my apartment had a penis, so I just kind of accepted what came. We slept in the same bed, and if she wasn't beneath the covers, sliding her lips up and down on my hard pole, she was taking me in her ass or using her strong, but gentle hands to stroke me. It had been quite a while since I had regular sex, but I got used to the attention really fast.
The question that was always in the back of my mind, though, was "how do I please her?" I knew plenty about pleasing women, but the equipment question was always there. I knew what pleased MY cock, but what could I do for hers?
The Saturday at the end of that week, we went out to breakfast at a nice restaurant, and I had a hard time keeping my hands off of her. She had on a short denim skirt, and a t-shirt that showed off her braless chest very well. She didn't really need a bra; she hadn't had any augmentation done on her chest, as yet, and while the hormones had given her some breasts, they were nice, manageable lumps on her chest with pronounced nipples. Her nipples were pointing at me across the table, and it was driving me crazy, as usual.
Marcie had picked a table outside, this particular morning, and with the service at this place being slow, and the breakfast rush not quite begun, we had a little privacy. It seemed like a good time to bring the subject of her pleasure up.
"Marcie?" I said, as I pushed my empty plate away, "There's something I've been meaning to talk about... this seems like a good time."
She looked at me, and her face just fell... tears started to form in her eyes, and I remembered just how sensitive she could be, on the hormones. I reached out, quickly, and took her hand.
"Nothing bad! Oh, god, nothing bad... I'm happier than any man could be, right now," I continued, quickly.
"Oh, thank god," she said, dabbing at her face with her napkin. "I though you were going to... that you didn't want to... that... that you were breaking up with me..."
I sat back, shaking my head. "Now why would I want to break up with someone who makes me feel as amazing as you do?"
She smiled, and I swear her nipples got even pointier. I leaned forward.
"It's just... you do so much for me, right now, and I feel like I've been letting you down, in that department. I mean... I know that you cum, when we make love, but that's because you're stimulating yourself, and... well..."
I guess I blushed, I could feel the heat rise to my face. This wasn't a normal thing, I guess... not even a little. Hell, I was as straight as any guy I'd known, so how was I even going to talk about pleasuring her cock? I didn't know where to begin.
She looked at me, apprehensively... can't say I blamed her, even I didn't know where I was going with this.
"I want," I said, and paused. I took a drink of water to clear out my throat, and started again. "I want to please you, Marcie... I just don't know quite how."
She lit up. I mean, you hear people say that all the time, but this was almost literally an increase in the light she was putting out. Her eyes widened, her smile got bigger, and she took in a deep breath that thrust those nipples RIGHT at me.
"Oh, Dan," she said, taking my hand, this time, "You know... you don't have to... I'm so happy making you feel good... I think I've wanted to be doing these things for a long time. I don't have a problem in the world with you in bed."
My turn to light up, I guess... that was quite a compliment, coming from a woman I really adored. "Still," I said, "I really want to try to make you feel as good as you make me feel. I... I really need to make you feel good, Marcie."
She held my hand up to her face, and nuzzled it with her cheek, and I thought about throwing all the dishes to the ground and fucking her right there on the table... but I LIKED this restaurant. We fell into quiet thought, for a few minutes.
"I... I've been planning on getting some more operations," she said, quietly. "You know... something for my breasts, and then... well... the conversion."
That made me think, hard. True, she WAS going for the full transformation... I knew about that before we started the intimacy. And I had to admit... it would take a lot of the uncertainty out of things. But at the moment, it didn't seem like the solution.
"You know," I said, cupping her cheek in my hand, "I'm very looking forward to being with you during your transformation, but I don't think you should have to wait for that to be pleasured. So, that might help out in a while, but for now, I want to please the person that you are, and not the one that you will be."
She looked me in the eyes again, and I started to wonder exactly how we were going to get out of here without me putting my cock in her.
"Then... well," she said, straightening up a little, "there's always... well... you..."
This wasn't easy for either of us, I guess. And the raging hard-on in my pants was starting to make things even harder to think about.
"How about we talk about it in the car?" I suggested. Her eyes widened a little bit, and she just nodded... this conversation was getting to both of us.
I paid the bill and we rushed out to the underground parking garage. Fortunately, it was still pretty empty. It was hard for me to hide my hard-on as we hurried to the car... and harder for Marcie to hide hers.
We got into the front seat faster than I can remember ever getting into a car, locked the doors, and she was in my arms without a conscious thought. I kissed her deeply, rubbing her back, while she squirmed against me and stroked my tongue with hers. I wasn't really thinking at this point, and that's probably how things worked out so well.
"Oh, Dan," she said, sighing, as the kiss broke. She put her head on my shoulder, and those strong hands of hers started working the muscles in my back, right where they always get tight.
I slid a hand down between us, and stroked the inside of her thigh. She stiffened a little, then relaxed. As she continued to massage me, I worked my hand in little circles, higher and higher on her thigh. It didn't take long for my exploring fingers to slide up under her short little skirt, and brush the tip of her cock.
She shuddered against me at that first contact, and hissed against the side of my neck. "Dan," she said, her voice tight, "you don't have to..."
"Yeah, I do," I said, as I stroked the head of her cock through her panties. The stimulation was making her squirm and moan against me, and I started to really get into it. I traced the outline of her cock through her panties... it was hard and throbbing, even if it was about half the size of mine. I was making her feel good, and that did things for me that I'd never felt before. It felt good.
I reached up her skirt, with some difficulty (try doing this while someone is holding you tightly, sometime), and pulled her panties off, sliding them down to her knees, and then her ankles. Marcie was just holding me, by now... not talking, not massaging... just holding on to me so tight, her lips against my neck.
She moaned loudly when my hand went back up her skirt and caressed her bare cock. It felt hot in my hand, and while it had a soft texture, it was hard underneath... SO hard. Hard for me. I held the first cock, other than my own, that I had ever touched, and I started to stroke it, gently.
Her hips started to move, thrusting her cock through my hand. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out how to stroke her in time with her thrusts, and her moaning got even louder.
Like I said, I wasn't really thinking at this point, all I wanted was for Marcie to feel as good as she made me feel. So, with a little difficulty, I pushed her away from me, up against the passenger door. She looked at me with disappointment, but it wasn't going to last. I worked her skirt up, over her hips, exposing her cock and balls to me.
And to anyone else that happened to look into the car, of course, but the parking garage was still mostly empty. Good thing, too... I didn't really care, at the moment, if anyone noticed what we were doing.
I took her cock in my hand again, and watched it as I stroked it. The head was a painful looking purple, the veins standing out and throbbing. She needed relief, and I was going to give it to her.
Her eyes widened as I bent down, and licked the tip of her cock. She took in a shuddering breath as I did, and that was all the encouragement I needed.
I didn't hesitate to take Marcie's cock into my hot, wet mouth. It was almost a reflex action, just another part of loving her. I actually enjoyed the feeling of it against my tongue, and sliding into my lips. She thrust her hips up, as I took her in, and the tip of it just hit the entrance to my throat. I gagged a little, but that was all right, because I was pleasing her.
My hands caressed her twitching scrotum as I slowly let it slide out of my mouth, and then took it all in again. I really loved it when Marcie would bob her head up and down on my hard prick, so I figured she'd probably like that as well.
Her hands came to rest in my hair as I slid my mouth up and down on her cock, running my tongue up and down the underside of it. She gently urged me, with those hands, to change my pace a little, and I did. There would be a rhythm to her pleasure, and she knew it better than I did, for now. So, I bobbed up and down on her a little faster, taking her in deeply, and sucking hard as I slide back up.
"Oh, DAN," she cried, as I felt her balls tighten up in her sack. Her thighs trembled, and I knew what was about to happen. But, not really thinking about it, I just continued.
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Keywords: Ch., Roommate, Pre-Op, 02,