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Fantasy Island by Elrod W Tim sat staring out the window, uncomfortable after the long flight. Beside him, a fellow passenger, Rick, leaned back in his chair, sleeping. The loud drone of the engines and nervous anticipation was enough that Tim couldn't sleep. He was starting to think the flight would never end when the pitch of the engines dropped, and Tim felt the plane start to bank and descend. He glanced back out the window - fortunately, he was seated on the side the plane was turning toward - and spotted a tiny speck of green and white in the endless blue. Tim nudged Rick. "Wake up. We're almost here." Rick blinked his eyes open, then yawned and stretched. "Short flight," he commented. He leaned to look out the window to see their destination. Tim snorted. "You slept most of the way." Mentally, he sized up Rick. They seemed textbook opposites. Sandy-brown wavy hair, neatly-trimmed mustache, and blue eyed, Tim was naturally attractive to most women. He spent several hours a week working out at the gym, and usually wore clothes to show off the resultant physique. Where Tim was well-built physically, Rick was more slight of build, though taller. Like Tim, Rick wore a mustache, but that was about the only facial similarity. When Tim walked into a room, the women noticed; when Rick walked into a room, well, Tim was convinced no-one would notice. Tim could have a new friend twenty minutes after meeting someone. Rick seemed distant, uneasy at idle conversation. Early in the long flight, Tim had gotten Rick to talk some. He seemed quite nice, but shy and reserved. Tim got the feeling that Rick's friends were few, and hard for him to make. And then there were the women. Tim could talk easily with women, and it always seemed the women wanted to change the subject to sex. Rick got tongue-tied when Tim mentioned the subject of women. "Wonder if the babes wear grass skirts?" Tim asked jokingly. Rick just turned to him and frowned. "Just joking," Tim laughed. He glanced back out the window, to the growing island. "Sure looks nice. White beaches, palm trees." "Yeah," Rick agreed. "And I need a nice relaxing weekend after that last software delivery." He stared at the island. Tim smiled. "Yeah, but I'm not looking for relaxing." His expression was unreadable, and mischievous. "Who are they, Boss?" the small man asked in his lisping, high voice. The taller man, standing back from the dock, glanced down. "Tim Parker. An accountant from Phoenix. He believes he is a great lover, and has many conquests to back his claim." "And what is his fantasy, Boss?" The smaller man asked. "Ah, Tattoo," the taller man said, "like all would-be lovers, he seeks his ultimate sexual conquest." Tattoo nodded his understanding. "And the other man?" "Rick Stevens. He is a software engineer, and he thinks he is only here for vacation." The man smiled. "But he is hoping secretly to find what his life has lacked - female companionship." "So both men are going to have some type of encounter?" Tattoo asked. "Oh, yes," the man answered solemnly. "And it will be an encounter unlike anything they expect." A girl came by with glasses on a tray, and the two took a glass. The tall man raised his glass. "My dear guests, I am Mr. Rourke. Welcome to Fantasy Island." Tim, flanked by Mr. Rourke, strode down the corridor of the hotel, followed closely by Tattoo. "And this will be everything I expect?" Tim asked uncertainly. Rourke smiled. "It will be beyond your imagination," he said evenly. As he spoke, a servant carrying a tray with two glasses appeared and moved to intercept them. Rourke stopped in front of a room, and waited for the tray. "This is the room," he said evenly, then he took a glass from the tray and handed it to Tim. He took the other glass for himself. "Let us toast a successful fantasy for you," he offered. Tim tipped his glasses and drained it. "Well," he said, putting the glass back on the tray, "when do we start?" Rourke smiled, a curious smile. "It already has." He gestured toward the door. Eagerly, Tim opened the door and stepped in. And stopped. The room was not what he expected. It was decorated in pink. And frills. With a canopy bed. He backed into the hall. "Wait a minute, Rourke," he demanded. "This is a woman's room." Rourke's face betrayed only the slightest surprise. "I think we have misunderstood each other, Mr. Parker," he began. "This is the room of your, ah, encounter. The woman of this weekend's encounter has this room." "Oh." Tim calmed down. "And she knows I'll be coming?" Rourke smiled again, the curious, almost sinister smile. "Oh yes, she knows. Go back in and make yourself comfortable while you wait. It shouldn't be but a minute or two." Tim disappeared back into the room. Tim started to sit on the bed to wait, then noticed in the dim light that some clothes were already laid out on the bed. Curious, he picked up a short beach robe, then saw a bikini which had been under the robe. He put down the robe, picked up the bikini, and whistled appreciatively. Whoever the woman was going to be, she was going to be well-built. He smiled to himself as he replaced the bikini on the bed. Next, he opened the closet. A couple of evening gowns, some sports wear, casual dresses. Nothing unusual here. He slid the closet door shut and stepped to the dresser. Bras - and what bras! This woman was large-breasted - D cups he guessed - and she liked lacy and frilly, sensuous, exciting underwear. Tim held up a bra appreciatively. He set it back in the drawer, and then held up a pair of panties. Bikini briefs, sheer and lacy. The rest of the drawer was standard stuff - stockings and such. Tim opened the second drawer. Shorts, t-shirts, and other casual clothing. Tim pushed the drawer closed, and thought to himself that the drawer closed harder. Out of curiosity, Tim walked into the bathroom. The counter was neatly arranged - makeup, comb, brush, toothpaste and brush, razor for shaving legs, perfume, all of a woman's essentials. Tim opened one vial of perfume and sniffed - the aroma was very exciting. He set the perfume back on the counter, and as he did so, his hair swept down on either side of his face. Instinctively, Tim reached up to brush the hair back, then froze. He looked up with a start, into the mirror. "What..." he exclaimed to himself as he stared at the face looking back at him from the mirror. It was his face, but his hair was wrong. It wasn't wavy, or sandy-blonde. Or conservatively short. His hair seemed to have a slight reddish tint - strawberry blonde? In the front, bangs dropped to just above his eyebrows, while the sides hung just below his earlobes, straight except for a slight upcurl at the ends. Was it his imagination, or was it growing even as he looked at it? And his mustache. He touched his mustache, even as more hairs fell from his face! Something was wrong! Something was seriously wrong. Tim composed himself and marched out of the bathroom, pausing briefly to turn out the light. Odd, he thought, the lightswitch seemed higher. He had to look to ensure he got the switch off. And he saw his hand. Tim's mouth dropped open in shock. Slowly, he lifted both hands in front of his face. The fingers seemed finer, and more delicate. And his fingernails! They were about a quarter inch long. Tim stared at them, stunned and confused. Tim steeled himself. Whatever was happening to him was Rourke's fault. He straightened his shoulders, threw out his chest, and stomped toward the door. But he never made it. As he passed the dresser mirror, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. His profile was wrong. He froze, mid-stride, and turned his head, deliberately keeping his profile in the mirror. The well-muscled chest wasn't stretching his shirt taught anymore. His chest was smaller, except for ... Tim gasped as he frantically grasped for his shirt. The smaller fingers and long fingernails slowed him - he suffered a pair of small, self-inflicted scratches as he pulled his shirt up. Tim stared down, between the hair dangling from his head, and over the top of the shirt. Gone were the large pectoral muscles. The large chest he had worked so hard to build was smaller, shrunken. And protruding from each side were ... Tim gasped. His nipples were larger. He looked closer. Surely he was seeing things! No, they were larger! Larger, brown, and jutting forth! Tim thought for a moment, and remembered well exploring the girls in school as they matured, and remembered how their breasts grew - first the nipples expanded, and small mounds pushed them up, then the tissue around the nipples began to swell outward, still pushing the nipples forth - little cone-shaped titties at first, until they quit growing outward, and filled and rounded. That's what he had on his chest - cone-shaped little-girl nipples! He stood, transfixed, staring at his chest, watching as they slowly, very slowly, pushed further and further out as the nipples got bigger and bigger. It was like watching a horror movie, where the man morphs into a werewolf, but this was real, and Tim seemed to be morphing into a girl! He glanced back up, and saw that his hair now fell to his shoulders. His lips - look at them! - were they actually getting fuller and more sensuous? Tim felt something in his pants, and recoiled in horror. He practically leaped to the bathroom, and reached for the lightswitch. It was higher. Or more accurately, he was shorter. Tim pulled his shirt the rest of the way off, and stared momentarily. His (?) breasts had grown more - now the nipples, big, brown, and round, they projected forth on still-swelling breast tissue, still cone- shaped, but starting to fill out. Uncertainly, Tim dropped his gaze, and fighting the clumsiness of the long fingernails, tugged at his belt buckle. Finally, he got it loose, and unbuttoned his pants. As his pants dropped around his ankles, Tim saw the familiar bulge in his underwear. But then his eyes narrowed, and he looked in the mirror for a better view. Yes, there was the bulge of his penis in his shorts. But was it .. smaller? No! Tim tried to reassure himself, without success. Tim yanked his shorts down, scratching himself with his long fingernails once again. He stared at the dick as it flopped free of the confining shorts. Yes, it was still there, but it was smaller. Definitely shorter and thinner! Tim grabbed it to feel his member. Involuntarily, in response to whatever was happening to him, it began to erect, and he felt the welcome swelling as his dick straightened. He felt it straightening, at least. But visibly, it was no larger. In fact, it was shrinking more! And faster! Tim grasped his shaft firmly, as if by holding it he could stop the changes, but even as he held firmly, he felt it continuing to shrink! Now it was no more than an inch and a half long! Fully erect! Then he reached his other hand down under the penis, to the scrotum. Tim was sure the scrotum was smaller. It felt smaller. He glanced at the mirror, and confirmed that it was hanging a lot higher. He felt the scrotum, and his mouth dropped open again. He couldn't find his testicles! In the mirror, he saw the loose folds of his scrotum lifting, shrinking! Desperately, he pressed the loose folds of skin, but he couldn't find them! Finally, his fingers found something firm within the tiny scrotum! Smaller, but firm like his nuts. As he pressed the skin to feel the testicle, he felt it pulling away, upward. He grasped again, and thought he had hold of it, but he felt it still pulling upward, until finally it seemed to pull through the inner muscles and vanish inside his body! He stood there, holding on to the empty scrotal sac with one hand, and then noticed that it was still shrinking. He shifted his gaze from the mirror directly down to his crotch, and found to his amazement that his view was partially obstructed by his breasts! They were much larger now - larger and round and full, and swaying with his every motion! Tim ignored the seductive breasts. His whole reason for being here - a glorious sexual weekend - was vanishing! His penis was now a shadow of its former self, now less than an inch long, and still shrinking! He stared down, dumbfounded, watching the skin around his dick folding, forming, shaping, until it was neatly tucked within the V formed by two neat folds of skin. And still the skin was changing. Tim shifted his grip on what was left of his penis - now only half an inch long, and felt a strange sensation. Tim leaned back against the counter and peered forward. He couldn't quite make out what all the changes were, so he opened his legs. "Oh, my god!" he exclaimed softly, then widened his eyes with shock. "What the hell?" Tim's voice was impossible in his ears - soft and contralto. He shook his head, to clear his ears, hoping beyond hope that he hadn't heard his own voice correctly. He turned his attention back to his crotch. He couldn't see clearly, so he reached down and felt his crotch. He found what felt to his experienced hand like vaginal lips; he peered down more intently - thankfully the hair on his waist and stomach had fallen off, giving him a clearer view. Thankfully? As he dreaded, he was right! What he felt were vaginal lips! In his crotch! He separated them, and stared at the pink tissue between them. Surprisingly, but not, Tim found his inner lips, and neatly tucked between them, in the V at the top, the remains of his dick, now looking more like a clitoris than anything! Horrified, Tim couldn't stop his hand from continuing the exploration. To his dread, but expected by now, Tim found, between the inner lips, a vagina, and his finger, without any conscious thought by Tim, explored the opening. Tim wanted to scream. He looked back in the mirror. It was no longer Tim Parker staring back at him - it was a woman. His hair, long, strawberry blonde, hung below his shoulders. His lips were full and sensual, and his face was rounder, less angular, with visibly softer, smoother skin. His nose - smaller, slightly upturned, and the bump (a result of a baseball) was gone! His cheekbones were more defined, higher, and his eyes, once blue, were big, soft brown! As he scanned down, he saw his breasts, hanging plump and full, round and inviting. His nipples were big and round, capping the huge tits! His hands reached up automatically, cupping and cradling the breasts, and his fingers began to roll and caress the nipples. Tim was surprised when the nipples almost immediately puffed out, erect and aroused, and he felt within his crotch a new, strange, and wonderfully warm sensation. He closed his eyes for a moment, his mouth dropping open slightly as his head tilted up. The sensations were wonderful, and he almost lost himself. Then his hands and gaze moved on, continuing the exploration of the body he was in. His waist - narrow, and flat tummy, with well-toned abdominal muscles. His hips flared from beneath his waist, but not excessively so. Maybe 34? Tim thought. He turned slightly to the side, and gazed at a round, firm, sexy toush. Then he turned back, and stared at his crotch as his fingers separated the lips and displayed his pussy. His pussy? Tim was a woman. That much was undeniable. He continued his downward gaze, and saw that his feet were smaller, more graceful. His legs - shorter, less muscular, and much more curvy. They were also smooth, his leg hair having fallen off sometime during the change. Out of curiosity, Tim lifted his arm, knowing even before he looked that his armpit was clean- shaven. He dropped his arm, and felt his breast jiggle, a unique and novel sensation. He bounced himself up, and felt his boobs bouncing in response, tugging slightly at his chest and shoulder muscles as they swayed and bounced. It felt ... interesting. He tried it again, curious at the new sensation. Then he turned quickly from side to side, and watched, fascinated, as his breasts swung like pendulums, swaying seductively back and forth. Something within Tim wanted to explore this body some more. Something very deep within him, almost irresistably powerful urged him to stand here, running his fingers through his long hair, feeling and massaging his breasts, experimenting with how they hung, how they felt swinging, bobbing, and jiggling, probing his vagina, touching his clitoris. He knew that he had to stop, while he could, before he lost himself exploring, and discovering the new sensations and pleasures of this female body. He had to go find Rourke, and find out what the hell was going on. He had to stop whatever had happened, and reverse it. Tim knew he had to do this. But it took great force of will for Tim to make himself move. He stormed out of the bathroom, not bothering to turn out the light, and started to the door, then stopped cold. He couldn't go out in the hall like this - not in a nude woman's body! Then he remembered the clothes. Tim stepped back to the bed, and looked at the bikini and beach robe. Shrugging, which caused his boobs to jiggle a bit more, Tim picked up the panties and bent over to pull them on. As he did so, his hair fell forward again, and he felt his boobs dangling, tugging at his chest rhythmically as they swung, and this disoriented him momentarily. He stopped, regained his senses, then finished pulling the bikini bottoms up. Next, Tim picked up the bikini bra and held it up. First, he tied the strings behind his neck, then tried to pull the straps behind his back so he could fasten them. That didn't work. Tim frowned. He thought for a moment, then remembered how he had seen women do it. He unfastened the strings, and pulled the straps behind his back, where he tried to fasten them. That didn't work. So he pulled the straps around to the front, with the cups behind his back, and, staring between his enormous boobs, managed to fasten the strap. Then he spun the whole thing around, so the cups were in front. He lifted up the strings behind his neck again, but the cups didn't fit right. Damn! This was not easy! Tim pulled the straps up, until they were level with the bottom of his breasts, and then pulled the strings behind his neck. There! That was better. He tied the strings, then lifted each breast to see how they were fitting in the cups. Tim stepped to the mirror and gasped. He was beautiful. No, that wasn't right. He was gorgeous. He? She? Whatever he was, he knew that if he were a man seeing this woman, he'd be horny. He noticed that the cups weren't quite covering the nipples right, so he adjusted them again. There. That's perfect. He stepped to the door, pried it open a crack, and glanced out. Good. The hallway was clear. He stepped out, determined to find Mr. Rourke and see what he had done to him. "Very nice, Miss Parker," Tim heard Rourke's voice behind him. Tim spun, startled, and felt the anger rising in him. He stomped up to Rourke - and noticed how much shorter he really was. Just a few minutes earlier, he had looked eye-to-eye with Rourke. Now, standing a couple of feet in front of Rourke, Tim found himself a head and a half shorter - he was staring right at Rourke's chest. He looked up, angry. "What the hell have you done to me?" he demanded in his new, sultry woman voice. Rourke looked puzzled. "What you asked for," he replied evenly. "You asked for, what were the words?" he paused and stared into the distance for a moment, "oh, yes. An 'ultimate sexual encounter, the likes of which you have never had before.' And so you have it." He smiled down at Tim. Tim drew a deep breath, unaware that this thrust his breasts upward, accentuating his beautiful curves. "This," he snarled, a strange sound with his new sultry voice, "was not what I asked for. I asked for a normal sexual encounter for a guy." Rourke wagged his finger. "Oh, no, my dear Miss Parker. You didn't specify what type of sexual encounter you wanted." Tim hesitated. Rourke had a point. "You know what I meant." He turned his head down, pouting. Tim didn't notice that the pout added a cute flair to his looks. He looked up again. "And stop calling me Miss Parker." Rourke looked at Tim again. "Ah, but I didn't know what you meant." He smiled. "Besides, for a man of your, how shall we say it, ... experience, what could ever top experiencing the other side: sex as a woman?" Tim was becoming aware of the stares he was receiving from other guests as they walked down the hotel corridor - he was torn between being pleased that this body could evoke such a response, and being very self-conscious. How could he be self-conscious about being a woman? He wasn't a woman! "Um," he muttered, "can we continue this out of public?" Rourke smiled, and gestured to the still-open door of Tim's suite. When the door was shut, they sat down at the small table in the room. Tim realized that his position was very un-ladylike. He tried to correct it to something more dignified - a difficult task since he didn't have experience as a woman. "Now," Rourke began, "you are curious about what happened." Tim nodded, so Rourke fished a vial out of his pocket and placed it on the table. "This potion contains the essence of femininity. A small dose gives a man an opportunity to experience life as a woman. It will even mask your normal inhibitions about feeling attracted to, and having sex with, men. The time you spend as a woman, of course, is determined by the dose. And each additional dose doubles the time of the experience, so it must be very carefully used. In your case, you will be a woman for the next four days." Rourke leaned back in his chair. "Unless you wish to call off your fantasy." Tim looked at the vial, then up at Rourke. He bit his lower lip for a moment, considering all that Rourke had said. "This is a unique opportunity..." Rourke smiled. "That's the spirit. Enjoy the opportunity. But," he quit smiling, "you may find that being a woman is not what you expect." He stood, smiling again. "Now, what we shall call you during your stay." Tim thought for a moment. "Tina. Tina ... Parker? No. Parks? Tina Parks?" Rourke smiled. "Very good, Miss Parks. Enjoy your stay, and our facilities are at your disposal." He turned, then turned back. "Remember, though," he warned, "you are a woman. Anything that could happen to a woman can happen to you. And if you should be pregnant when the time is up, you will not turn back to a man." He turned again and left, leaving Tim - Tina - sitting at the table, staring after him and wondering what to do. First thing, Tim decided - start thinking of himself - oops, herself - as a woman. As Tina Parks. There. That was easy. He - oops again - she realized that she needed to go to the bathroom. It had been a long flight, and Tim - damn, it was tough thinking of him - her - self as a woman. Okay, she hadn't used the bathroom for quite a while, and two drinks on top of that... time to visit the can. Tina walked hurridly toward the bathroom, then stopped herself. The walk - it was wrong. Not at all like a woman should be walking. This was going to take a bit, he - she - decided. She tried walking a bit more delicately, less like someone stamping across a room. Better. It seemed to Tim that when he didn't concentrate on his actions, this new body was reacting like a normal female body. Maybe the potion had given this body the muscle memory, the instincts, so Tim didn't have to think about normal female actions. She passed the mirror. The hand position and arm motion. Still wrong. Well, that would take a bit of practice. But first... Tina flipped on the lightswitch. Okay, the fingernails were getting a bit easier to deal with. He - she - (dammit, would she ever keep that straight?) walked to the toilet and automatically lifted the lid and seat with one hand as the other hand reached for a zipper. Oops. No zipper. She pulled down her panties, reaching for his dick. Oops again - no he, no dick. Tina turned to sit, then at the last moment realized that she had lifted the seat. This was complicated. She put the seat back down, then plopped down. Now what? Tina thought. How do I get the pee out? Fortunately, when she tried relaxing the bladder muscles, a stream of urine flowed from her crotch. Tina frowned. Her cunt was all wet, a mess now! Pee all over! She took some toilet paper and wiped herself dry, then took another wad and repeated the action, just to be sure. Then Tina looked again at her crotch. The curiousity was rising again. She shrugged. No reason to resist it this time. Gingerly, she reached between her legs, spreading them as she did, and felt the pussy area. Quickly, she parted the outer lips between her thumb and middle finger, and her index finger darted straight between the inner lips, homing in on the clitoris. As soon as the finger rubbed against it, Tina shivered. Wow! That thing was sensitive! She rubbed some more, and her eyelids dropped involuntarily as she drew a sharp breath. As she rubbed, faster and faster, Tina's free hand reached upward until it slipped inside the cup of her bra, and began caressing one breast. Tina moaned with pleasure as she enjoyed the touch on her breast and the firm rubbing on her clit. Faster and faster she rubbed, feeling more and more warmth deep within her crotch, until, without warning, she arched her back and gasped with pleasure. From within, she felt her pussy muscles rippling in time with wave after wave of pleasure. Tina slowed the rubbing, and the waves of orgasm started to subside, then Tina moved her finger against her clit again, and a fresh burst of pleasure overtook her. She dropped the hand from her breast and reached an outstretched finger upward, quickly finding the moist vagina. Deeper she thrust the finger, carefully because of the fingernails, and felt her vagina muscles contracting vigorously against her probing digit as she continued rubbing her clit. On and on she went, probing, touching, and stimulating her clitoris, until finally, gasping for breath, feeling faint, Tina pulled her finger from inside her vagina and let the other finger fall clear of her clitoris. She was hot and wet, dripping pussy juice from masturbating. It seemed like hours had passed, hours of non- stop pleasure. And that was just by herself. Tina was starting to get excited about the possiblity of having someone else exploring her body! Tina tried to wipe up the juices, then grabbed a washcloth, Slowly, uncertainly, she wiped and dabbed in and around her pussy, unsure how to properly clean up. After doing the best she could, she hung up the washcloth and pulled her panties back up. She then walked back out to the room and stood in front of the mirror. Very nice, she thought. But the pose was wrong. She wrinkled her nose. After trying a few variations, Tina thought she had identified a good, feminine pose. Then she practiced walking. After a few minutes, Tina decided that, though it wasn't as good as a runway model, she was walking a damn sight more ladylike than her first attempt. Besides, she smiled to herself, if things went the way she thought, she wouldn't be walking much this weekend anyway! What next? Tina thought for a moment, then settled on the pool. She grabbed the beach robe and pulled it on. It just didn't look right. She stepped to the mirror and tried again. This time, she draped the robe so that it exposed the very top of the bikini, and quite a bit of cleavage. Sexy! she thought. Too much? Tina decided to go for maximum effect. Tina sauntered between palm trees to the pool area, knowing even as she walked that she was turning men's heads. She blushed involuntarily at the attention, but drew a deep breath (again, not aware of how it made her breasts thrust up and out) and stepped briskly to a vacant lounge chair. As she sat down, one of the staff (an older man, thank goodness) stepped to her side carrying a tray. "Drink, madam?" Tina glanced up. "Gin and tonic, please," she answered quickly. Tina realized the answer was too quick, too clipped. That, too, would take practice. "Do you need anything else, like oil or suntan lotion? A magazine to read?" This place anticipated everything, Tina thought, suddenly aware that she was not equipped for pool lounging. "Oil, please. And something to read might be nice." Tina started to say Cosmopolitan, then remembered suddenly that most women he knew called it simply 'Cosmo'. "Cosmo, if you have the latest." She spoke slower, more sultry, and hopefully, a bit more sexily. It was wasted on the old gentleman (despite being good practice). "Very good, madam." He vanished silently. As she settled herself on the lounge chair, Tina noticed a man coming her way. She felt a momentary rush of panic, then deliberately calmed herself by the time he sat next to her. "Are you waiting for someone?" Tina knew the line, having used it often as a man. It was a tough one to answer. 'No' was an invitation. 'Yes' meant that she was free until an acquaintence arrived. Then Tina looked at him. Really looked at the man. He was bronzed, medium height, and very well built. His body could have been a model for a Greek statue. His hair - light brown and wavy. And she glanced over his crotch. His speedo was very full. She found herself intrigued, even as the man inside was repulsed by the very thought that he - she - was finding a man attractive. Tina smiled. "No," she answered sweetly. At that moment, the waiter arrived, with a drink, the oil, and a magazine on his tray. He set the things down on a table, then turned and left. "I'm Ken," the newcomer announced. Tina smiled. "Tina," she responded simply. Ken picked up the oil. "Please. Allow me." Tina rolled on her stomach, tingling with anticipation, as Ken flipped open the oil bottle. He squeezed a bit on Tina's back, then began to expertly massage the oil into her skin. She quivered at his firm, muscular touch on her skin, thoroughly enjoying the sensation as he rubbed her back. She found she had to concentrate on the idle chat she and Ken were engaged in. When his hands slipped to the backs of her thighs, Tina tingled with excitement, and felt herself getting aroused. After a few minutes, while Ken was massaging her, Tina made a decision. Ken had already been hinting, so she decided to take the bait. She half-turned. "You know, I think I've changed my mind. I'm not sure I want to bake myself in the sun right now." She rolled over, knowing that her breasts would swing seductively, and reached for her robe, having to bend over to get it. She knew, without looking, that Ken's eyes were riveted on her cleavage. When she did look up, she saw desire in Ken. "Why don't we take a little walk," she suggested, her voice sweet and sultry. Ken was a master. "I see you don't have shoes for a walk." As he offered his arm to help Tina up, he suggested, "we can stop by your room so you can change shoes." Tina smiled, knowing what that stop would involve. She wrapped her hand around Ken's arm, and walked next to him, leaning her head against his shoulder and knowing what Ken had in mind. That was okay. It was what Tina had in mind, too. Ken followed Tina into her room, and as the door closed behind them, Ken slipped up behind Tina and wrapped his arms around her, nestling his head in her neck, kissing her neck and ear delicately. Tina shivered. As he continued to kiss her, Ken's hand slipped upward, to Tina's breast. She closed her eyes, tensing with excitement as he expertly caressed her large bosom, a bosom too big for even his large hand. Before she knew it, Ken had unfastened her top, and it fell silently to the floor, exposing her ample bosoms. Tina could feel his dick, pressed against her back, as it swelled with desire, even as Ken slipped his hand down her bikini bottom and began to rub her pussy. The part of her that had a man's memories was repulsed, but her newfound desire and curiosity overwhelmed it, as her hand slipped behind her, between them, and began to rub against the outside of Ken's swimsuit. How big! Tina thought. And firm. She wanted it. She wanted that large, throbbing muscle deep within her pussy. Tina was hot, and wet, and full of desire. Eagerly, she turned to Ken and lifted her lips to his, kissing passionately as her hand slipped inside Ken's swimsuit. And then they were both naked and lying on the bed, still kissing, Ken rubbing her crotch and Tina stroking Ken's firm penis. Finally, Ken could take no more. He pushed Tina onto her back, then rolled atop her, prying her legs apart with his knees. Tina glanced toward his dangling dick, and saw the huge organ pointing toward her hot vagina. It can't fit, she thought, even as Ken guided it down. He pressed, and again, and Tina's juices spread across the head of Ken's penis and down the shaft as he pressed again and again, each time deeper, until finally, it slid completely in. Tina gasped, feeling the large, hot, throbbing organ deep within her, feeling Ken thrust again and again, all the while kissing her desperately. Tina's desire was rising too, and she wanted him to make her come while he was inside. They pumped against each other, both full of passion and desire, both wanting desperately to reach a climax. On and on they went. And then Ken came. His whole body stiffened, and then he began thrusting furiously, while inside her, Tina felt his dick pulsing, and she knew that he was coming. And then it was over. Ken rolled off Tina, panting for breath, his still-erect dick dripping with his and her juices. Tina felt disappointed. She hadn't come yet, and Ken was contented, his own orgasmic needs taken care of. Hoping that it would help stimulate him, so that he would stimulate her more, Tina rolled on her side and reached out, placing her hand on Ken's dick. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, and stroked slowly and firmly. Ken responded almost immediately, but not the way Tina expected! He grasped her shoulders, and pressed her face down into his lap! Ken wanted her to give him a blow job! Surprised, Tina couldn't resist. Ken's penis pressed against her face, and he shifted his grip to her head. Forcefully, he thrust her head down, until finally his stiff shaft slid between Tina's lips. Tina knew that she didn't have a choice - Ken was too strong. He forced her head up and down, her lips stroking back and forth across the sensitive tip of Ken's dick. Faster and faster, he stroked, flexing his hips to increase the depth of the strokes, until finally, he threw back his head and began to come, his large dick pulsing as it squirted hot juice into Tina's mouth. She swallowed, unable to do anything else. Finally, he was done, and he released his grasp on her head. She lay back, confused, hurt. Finally, Tina grasped Ken's hand. "Please," she begged, moving his hand toward her moist crotch. She guided his fingers to her lips, and moved his hand, massaging herself with his hand, until he got the hint and began rubbing her clitoris by himself. Tina arched her back, feeling the pleasure building within her as he rubbed more and more. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of slowly increasing pleasure and desire, Tina erupted with an orgasm. She arched her back and moaned, letting the ripples of pleasure course through her body. Then Ken was back atop her, his dick thrusting again at her pussy, until it slid once more into her hot hole. The rippling vaginal muscles seemed to grip onto Ken's large shaft. Then the orgasm died down, replaced with the softer pleasant feeling of Ken deep within her. He pumped harder and harder, and Tina felt her vagina beginning to dry up, the juices expended. Tina moaned as she started to get uncomfortable, but it seemed to spur Ken on more. Finally, when Tina felt she could take no more, Ken again came. Then he rolled back off, and collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Reflexively, Tina rolled next to him, her breasts pressed against his side and her head resting on his shoulder. Tina lay on the bed, covered to her breasts by a sheet, her head propped up on a pillow. She was watching Ken as he slipped his bathing suit back on. He turned, and smiled. "Can we get together for dinner?" Tina asked meekly. Ken smiled. "We'll see. I'll give you a call." He turned abruptly and let himself out the door. Tina cried. This wasn't what she had been expecting. She felt so - used! Ken hadn't cared about her at all! All he had wanted was to get fucked, and the blow job was a bonus! She had even had to insist on touching so she could have one measly orgasm! He had three, and she had to beg for one! She cried some more. After a bit, a knock sounded at the door. Tina sat upright, pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts. "Who is it?" "It's Mr. Rourke," answered the familiar voice. "Please," Tina asked, "come in." She made sure she was covered. Mr. Rourke stepped into the room, and did a quick survey. "So, Miss Parks," he began, "how do you like life as a woman so far?" Tina broke down in tears. "It's terrible!" she cried out. "I'm nothing but an object to all of those guys! All they want is sex, and they don't care about me, or my feelings, or my needs!" The tears were flowing freely now. Rourke nodded in understanding. "But you knew that, didn't you." Tina looked up, surprised. Rourke continued. "You know what you look like, how attractive and sexy you appear. And now that the tables are turned, now that you are the woman, you see what you were like as a man." "But..." Tina began, then stopped. Rourke was right. She looked up at Rourke. "I want to end this fantasy now," she cried. "This isn't turning out the way I wanted." She was sobbing into the sheet now. Rourke frowned. "You would end this because of one man? Surely you don't believe that all men are self-centered and incapable of giving to a woman, do you?" Tina nodded. "But what about Rick, the man you met on the plane? Do you think he has ever taken unfair advantage of a woman? Could he hurt anyones feelings? Could he be insensitive?" Tina shook her head. "There are good, caring men, men who would treat you like a goddess. Just give it another chance," Rourke insisted. Tina looked up, tears on her cheeks. "Can it be different? Special?" Rourke smiled curiously. "Oh, yes!" he answered assuredly. "But it is up to you. You must decide if you want to be a sex object, or something more. Then things will be different." Tina thought for a moment, then looked back at Rourke. "Okay, I'll give it another try." Rourke smiled. "Good. I would suggest you visit our beauty spa. A massage, having your hair done, a facial, manicure, the staff can make you feel and look beautiful." With that, he turned and left. Tina sat for a moment, thinking. Then she dropped the sheet and went into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror. Her hair - what a mess! She ran her fingers through the disheveled mess. Having someone pamper her, do her hair - that sounded good. She started to grab the washcloth to clean up - Ken and her fluids were dried all over her lower body, then she suddenly shuddered. Looking at the mess, she felt dirty. Cheap. She was crying again as she stepped into a shower. When she stepped from the shower, Tina felt better. She vigorously dried her hair, and the arm motion set her boobs jiggling and bouncing. Inwardly, Tina smiled at the feeling. She patted herself dry, then stepped to the dresser. What to wear? She slipped on a bra and panties - much more easily than the first time - was that only this morning? After a moment's thought, Tina picked out a knit blouse and a pair of shorts. She frowned - her intent had been to hide her femininity, not accentuate it like this outfit was doing. She thought she had picked an outfit which would do that. She quickly scanned the other outfits, both in the dresser and in the closet, and realized that none of them would hide her figure like she wanted. Tina quickly combed her hair to where it was passable (discovering how hard it was to arrange hair properly). Satisfied, she stepped into the hall, and as she pulled the door shut, she backed into someone, hard. She turned to apologize. And found herself face-to-face with Rick. He hastily mumbled an apology. "I should have been looking at where I was going, not at the dining menu." He dropped is gaze shyly, avoiding eye contact, then popped back up when he realized where his gaze was. He blushed. Tina smiled. She knew how uncomfortable Rick was. Poor Rick. So nice, but reserved and shy. "Is there anything good tonight?" she asked innocently. For the next few minutes, Tina chatted with Rick about the dinner menu, and what sounded good. It was enough, Tina knew, to help put Rick at ease. This was nice, Tina thought to herself. It's easy talking to Rick. He's nice, soft-spoken, funny. Not like Ken. Rick would never take advantage of her. Without warning, Tina heard herself speak. "Well, aren't you going to ask me?" "Ask you what?" Rick blurted out. Tina smiled. "Whether I'll have dinner with you tonight." "If I'll... If you'll have...If..." Rick was speechless. Tina grinned. "I'd love to have dinner with you. Seven? Is it okay if I meet you there?" Tina bounced up on her toes and gave Rick a quick peck on the cheek, then bounced happily down the hall. At the door, she turned and gave Rick a little wave and smile. "By the way," she called, "my name's Tina." She sauntered out of the hotel. That was fun, Tina thought, again knowing that flirting with a guy was, well, wrong!. Except in this body. For some reason, it felt right. And for some reason, it had been so easy. Rourke had been right - pampering was what Tina had needed after the disastrous affair with Ken. She was angry at herself for that - in retrospect, she realized that she had acted like a slut. So when Tina picked out an outfit for her dinner date, she went conservative. The first dress she tried was strapless, and mid-thigh length - too slinky, she decided, especially with her bustline. Then she saw the blue dress. Backless, narrow skirt cut just above the ankles with a side slit to the knee, it was a snug fit which showed her hips and waist well. The V neckline plunged, but not so low that it emphasized her cleavage. Tina found an opal necklace which hung just right, and a pair of matching earrings. Tina didn't even bother with the first pair of shoes - the color was wrong (how did she know that?), and the heels looked impossible to walk in. But she found a pair of blue shoes which perfectly matched the dress, with moderate heels. And then Tina tried to put on makeup. Fortunately, the salon had done most of the makeup - Tina only had to do some blush on her cheeks and lipstick. It took a few tries to get the lipstick right, but finally, she was satisfied. When she stopped to look in the mirror, Tina was pleased. She looked very nice. Not slinky, not stuffy. Nice. A touch of class. Satisfied, she headed to meet her date. Rick was waiting nervously, pacing back and forth in the limited waiting area. He worried. Was he overdressed? Was he underdressed? Was she even going to be here? Should he have gotten her flowers? Where was she? She's late! I bet she's going to stand me up! Then he saw her coming through the door. His heart pounded with joy. "Wow!" he said to himself. Tina stepped daintily over to Rick, smiling. He was nicely dressed - slacks and sport coat, as Tina had expected. In fact, the two seemed overdressed compared to the other dining guests. But Tina didn't care. She reached up lightly and kissed him, on the lips this time. Rick blushed. "I'm glad you waited," she said sweetly. "It took a while to get ready." Rick smiled. "My friends say that's always happening with women." He offered Tina his arm, and she flushed with pleasure. He was treating her like a lady. The table was elegant, the dinner nice, the champagne was choice vintage, but Tina noticed almost none of it. She was enjoying herself, talking with Rick, eating the delicious food. Rourke was right - with Rick, she felt special. After dinner, they walked along the beach, barefoot, hand-in-hand, the waves gently lapping at their feet. Finally, it was late, and Rick walked Tina back to her room. He stopped at the door, awkwardly, so she took the initiative, lifted up on tiptoes, and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, a long, warm, passionate kiss. And Rick responded eagerly, his arms around her waist, holding her close. After an eternity, Tina lowered herself, her hands sliding slowly from Rick's shoulders. "Thank you for a lovely evening," Rick said softly, uneasily. Tina smiled. "Thank you." She dropped her hands to his, and held them, not wanting the moment to end. But finally, he dropped his hands from hers. He backed up a step, as if to go, but Tina knew that he didn't want to. "Do you like tennis?" Rick asked suddenly. Tina's heart raced. Was he trying to set up another date? "I'm not very good," she answered meekly. It was the truth. As Tim, she had been very good. As Tina - who knew? Rick's eyes lit up. "Can we get together for a match or two tomorrow?" Tina smiled pleasantly. "How about if we discuss it over breakfast? Eight sound okay?" Rick nodded vigorously. "I'll meet you there," He backed slowly down the hall, not taking his eyes from Tina, until he finally vanished around a corner. Tina let herself into her room, and sank back against the door. Her heart seemed aflutter. This evening had been wonderful! Rick had treated her like she was so special, and it made her almost dizzy with delight! Such fun - and without any sex! But Tina was confused! As Tim, he had had many girls. Lots of sex, and lots of short affairs. He knew, deep down, that the only interest he had in girls was sex. And nothing had ever left him feeling as giddy as this evening, with a man! Did this mean he was really gay? Was all the sex a cover for insecurity? What was it about Rick that made Tina feel so warm inside? What should she wear for breakfast? How come he was having such feminine thoughts? And why did he seem to be enjoying them so much? Tina rose early, to be ready for her date with Rick. They spent the day together - playing tennis, snorkling, walking on the beaches, laughing, talking. At sunset, they sat on the beach, watching the reddish sun sink slowly, bathed in the twilight glow. Rick turned and looked at Tina, the sunset glow seeming to accentuate her beauty. She turned to him, and he tackled her, his lips eagerly seeking hers. They lay on the beach kissing for a long time, then finally, Rick rolled to his side. "I wish this night could go on forever," he said wistfully, staring at the spectacular sunset. Tina lifted herself on one arm, and caressed Rick's cheek with the back of her other hand. "It doesn't have to end," she whispered softly. Rick looked into her eyes, surprised, his mouth agape. Tina stood, reached down, and tugged his arm until he stood up. She grabbed Rick's hand. At her door, Rick paused, as if to question whether she really wanted to do this. Tina pulled him into the room, ending the questions. As the door shut, Tina lifted herself into another kissing embrace. After a few moments, she realized that Rick was on unsteady ground. He didn't know what to do. She grasped his hand and led him to the bed. Together, they sat, then Tina leaned into another kiss. Finally, Rick lifted his hand uncertainly to her breast, and Tina tingled with excitement. Tina parted her lips and thrust her tongue into Rick's mouth as his hand caressed her breast, stimulating warmth in Tina's crotch, while her own hand moved slowly to his thigh. Rick backed away from the kiss, and looked down as he unbuttoned Tina's blouse. As she pulled her arms from the blouse, Rick reached behind her with one hand and, after a moment's fumbling, released the catch of her bra. He carefully slid the straps from her shoulders, and dropped the bra to the floor as his face lowered into Tina's cleavage. He kissed her breasts delicately, his tongue dancing enticingly around one large erect nipple, while his hand cupped and caressed the other breast. Slowly, he lowered her to the bed, still kissing and caressing her ample, lovely breasts. Tina slid her hand under Rick's shirt, and rubbed all across his chest. It wasn't the muscular, rippling chest Tina thought would excite her, but Tina liked sliding her hand over his bare skin. Her other hand slid slowly up Rick's thigh, until she was massaging his crotch through his pants. She felt his penis growing, swelling with desire as her touch aroused him. Rick sat up for a moment and pulled his shirt off, then resumed kissing and caressing of Tina's breasts. Then his hand began sliding downward from her breast, now at her navel, then to the waist. Tina reached down to unbutton her skirt, and Rick's hand slid easlily past the waistband. Rick's hand caressed Tina's panties slowly, firmly, and Tina pressed her crotch upward, into the firm touch. Her eyes were barely open now, and she was breathing deeply as the desire within her continued to build. Tina's hand fumbled with Rick's pants, undoing the zipper and the button, until she felt his bulge through his underwear. Her hand slipped beneath the waistband, and found his dick, aroused and stiff, waiting for her touch. She wrapped her hand around the firm shaft, and began to caress the head slowly. Rick still kissing Tina's bosom, slid his hand inside her panties, and massaged her entire crotch. His middle finger slid easily between her outer lips; she surprised him by how moist she was with her need. Her legs parted automatically as he caressed her inner lips, his finger slipping easily along her wet pussy. Finally, his finger passed over Tina's clitoris. "Oh, yes!" she moaned softly. Rick's finger seemed to concentrate on the clit, and the caressing continued. Tina's back arched involuntarily as the pleasures grew - her breast, her pussy, Rick was touching all the right spots - until finally, the orgasm overtook her. She grasped his dick firmly, stroking it in time with the ripples of pleasure deep within her. Rick continued to touch her tenderly, and the orgasm went on and on. "Oh, please," Tina pleaded, "I need you in me!" Rick stood and pulled his pants and underwear down as Tina slipped off her skirt and panties. She spread her legs, exposing her moist pussy, as Rick slid onto the bed between her knees. His cock stood erect, big with desire, as he leaned forward, his hands on either side of Tina's body. Slowly, carefully, he lowered himself to her even as she raised up to meet him. He began to press his dick against her awkwardly, trying to find the hot wet vagina. Tina slipped her hand between them, and grasped his shaft lightly. She guided it to the wet opening, holding it in place as Rick pushed gently. Her hot juicy vagina slid easily around him, sending a visible shudder of pleasure through Rick. Tina lifted her arms around Rick's body as he began thrusting his penis deep into her pussy. Her orgasm, nearly stopped, re- erupted as the thrusting shaft added new stimulation, and she felt her vagina contracting around Rick, even as he slid in and out of her hot, receptive pussy. Rick shifted his weight, then Tina felt his hand sliding between them, down toward her crotch. Even as he continued pumping his penis in and out of her hot wet pussy, his finger slid over her clitoris and began to rub the sensitive spot. Tina threw back her head. "Oh! Oh!" she screamed over and over as pounding waves of pleasure exploded in her body. Pleasure the likes of which she had never felt. She clutched at Rick, holding tightly to him, drawing his head down as her lips reached eagerly for his. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, parrying and twisting with his, while she pressed her hips upward, wanting more and more of Rick inside her. Still he caressed her clit, and pumped his dick into her, and the orgasm continued to build, pulsing through her entire body, until finally she dropped back against the bed, unable to do anything but convulse with the ongoing pleasure. Rick stopped caressing her crotch, and ceased his pile-driver-like pumping. He pushed himself up above Tina on one hand, gazing down at the beautiful woman. His hand slid upward from her pussy, to her large, firm breast. Rick saw tears gently streaming from her eyes, and became concerned. "I'm not hurting you, am I," he asked, softly and cautiously. Tina looked into his eyes. "Oh, no!" she answered quickly. "No. No. No." She lifted her head and kissed him. "You're not hurting me at all!" Another kiss, longer. "You, what you did, you, I've never felt anything like that before!" She kissed him eagerly, passionately. The tears were still flowing, but Rick realized they were tears of happiness. Tina sank back against the bed, still panting, then looked again at Rick. Without warning, she began to move her hips, pressing into him, begging him to continue, inviting him to pump her until he was satisfied. Rick leaned forward and pressed his face into her neck, kissing her neck, nibbling her ear, smelling the intoxicating aroma of the perfume she wore, and he pumped and thrust, kissed, and nibbled, more and more, while Tina clutched her arms around him, pulling him deeper and deeper within her, until at last, his passion exploded into a pulsing, throbbing explosion of come within her. She felt his dick swell and pulse, felt it squirting his hot juices inside her. She felt his body stiffen, heard a gasp from him as the pleasure overcame him. When it was over, Rick lay on Tina, his softening dick still nestled within her hot pussy. They kissed passionately, unable to get enough of each other. Then, Rick pulled his now-flaccid organ from her, and buried his face in her breasts, kissing, licking, tickling her nipples with his tongue. Tina grasped his head and held it firm against her boobs. Without warning, Tina lifted his head, then tugged until he rolled from atop her. She pushed him onto his back, and leaned over him, caressing his chest with her dangling boobs as she kissed him teasingly. Slowly, she moved down his chest, kissing, licking, until her boobs dangled and teased and caressed his penis. She felt it beginning to stiffen, the shaft thickening and stretching as her boobs rubbed slowly it. She reached with one hand and lifted the stiff organ, snuggling it between her warm, sensuous boobs, caressing the dick head protruding from her cleavage. Rick's breathing was getting heavier as the desire built again in response to her stimulation. Tina finally slipped his shaft from between her boobs, and slid further, now kissing his navel, and then her lips touched his head, and she kissed it softly, sensuously, her tongue darting forth to lick him. Rick moaned softly, his dick getting even bigger, firmer, and Tina slipped the head into her mouth. Tina was shocked to realize that there were no feelings within her that this was wrong. None of the feelings of being gay, like she had felt with Ken. This time, it seemed right. But she didn't linger on the thought. She bobbed her head up and down, her lips gliding tantalizingly over his shaft and head, her tongue dancing around the tip, enticing him more and more to come, to spray his hot juice inside her mouth. And he did. Throbbing with pleasure, the pulsing muscles of his dick squirted again and again, the semen gushing forth into her mouth as Rick came. And Tina was happy! Happy to have her mouth around his swollen, aroused penis! Happy to feel the rippling muscles of his orgasm! Happy to swallow his hot semen as he gushed in ecstacy! Happy to be returning to Rick some of the pleasure he had just given her! She slid up beside him, her breasts and crotch pressed against his side, her head on his arm, her hand rubbing his chest tenderly. They lay together, neither speaking, both content just to be beside each other. Tina woke with a start. She opened her eyes, and saw Rick smiling at her. "Umm," she purred. "You're comfy to sleep on." Rick kissed her, tenderly, softly. At first, Tina kissed back the same, little pecks of affection. Then she pressed her mouth firmly against Rick's, her lips greedy for passion. After a moment, her hand slipped from his chest, slowly creeping downward. Rick froze for a moment as her hand slipped into his crotch, touching his limp penis, and gently caressing it. Rick's kisses became more insistent, even as desire flowed back into his dick. Tina was fascinated by the feeling as it swelled and grew in response to her touch. At the same time, Rick's hand reached across his body, under Tina's arm, and slid to her bushy crotch. He massaged the whole area, feeling the coarse pubic hair beneath his fingers, the mound of her outer lips, and she pressed her hips, driving them into his hand as the need began to build within her. Her leg lifted, exposing to his hand her pink pussy, already moistening, and his finger gently, insistently, probed to her inner lips, between them, finding her hot, wet vagina. As his thumb began to massage her clit, his long probing digit slid into Tina's moist hole, gently sliding in and out as her body stiffened, pleasure radiating outward from within. She gave a small cry as her body trembled with anticipation - already, she felt the orgasm building within her, more, stronger, bigger, until finally, it burst forth and overwhelmed her. She arched her body into Rick as the tremors of passion engulfed her. As the orgasm subsided, Tina rolled lightly onto Rick, and mounted him, guiding his dick into her moist, waiting pussy. She slid easily down his shaft as he arched his back to drive it further into her hot, wet vagina. Another wave of pleasure overtook her, orgasmic aftershocks; she lifted her hips, feeling Rick sliding out, then let her hips drop again, driving him back deep within her. Again and again, she pumped herself up and down on Rick's manhood, stroking him with her glistening pussy as her breasts swayed hypnotically in time. Rick reached up to caress the bobbing bosoms, lightly cradling the large, full breasts as Tina pumped excitement into his groin. The breasts dancing in his hands, the stroking of Tina's hot wet vagina on his shaft, excited Rick more and more, until the desire in him exploded into a pulsing stream of come up into Tina. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" she cried as she felt the pulsating muscle within her depositing its load. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" As Rick's orgasmic spasms slowed, Tina flopped forward over him, leaning on her arms, her breasts dangling tantalizingly just above Rick's chest. Rick gazed at the beautiful tits swinging, then looked into Tina's eyes. Again, tears of happiness trickled down her cheeks, her face a was a study in ecstacy. Rick reached up and pulled her onto him, his lips eagerly reaching for hers, passionately devouring her kisses. Tina awakened and saw the glow of sunlight around the curtains. She felt Rick behind her, sleeping snuggled against her back. From the sound, Tina knew that Rick was sleeping. Cautiously, she slid, and rolled on her back, trying not to awaken him; she failed - his eyes popped open, and when he focused on Tina, he smiled. "Good morning, gorgeous," he said sweetly. Tina smiled and kissed him, not realizing how sexy she looked. The sheet was tight across her chest, half-covering her breasts, displaying her ample mounds. Her hair splayed out on the pillow, surrounding her head with a halo of reddish blonde, framing her face perfectly. "Do you think we ready for breakfast?" she asked softly, they smiled mischeviously. "Unless you'd like something else to start the day." Rick grinned. "I'm not sure I have the strength after last night." Tina sat up, letting the sheet fall from her breasts. "Um," she said, feeling strangely uncomfortable with the subject of bathroom needs, "I'll be back in a second." Rick smiled, and she slid from the bed. When she was done, Rick took a turn, and came out to find her opening the dresser drawers, getting some clothes. As she bent over to pick up some panties, Rick watched her toush, and saw her pussy beneath the tight little ass. He felt desire in him once again, and as his organ swelled, he stepped silently behind her. Before Tina realized what he was doing, Rick grasped her hips firmly, and she felt his swollen penis pressing between her legs. Instinctively, her legs spread apart as a small cry of surprise and delight escaped her mouth, and Rick's manhood slid under her pussy. He weaved his hips, massaging Tina's crotch with his erect penis. Before long, Tina was swaying her hips as well, moaning softly as she felt herself getting wet and hot, her pussy juice lubricating Rick's hard shaft as it massaged her inner lips and clit. As she got hotter and wetter with desire, Rick's penis stopped sliding, and pressed into her pussy opening. He pushed and impaled her pussy from behind. As his hips began thrusting his dick in and out, Tina's hips swayed, feeling the hard shaft filling her, even as Rick's hand slipped from her hip around to the front, and began to massage her clitoris. Passion built quickly in both of them - Rick, thrusting in and out of Tina's hot, wet pussy, and Tina, with Rick massaging her clit while his penis massaged the inside of her vagina. Whether Tina's orgasm provided the final stimulation to make Rick come, or vice versa, both exploded in ecstasy at the same time. Then, after the pleasure pulses ended, Tina smiled over her shoulder at Rick. "At this rate, we're not going to make breakfast." They spent the rest of the day together, swimming, hiking, playing tennis. Tina found out that, as a woman, she was not too bad at golf, even though as Tim she had been horrible. Tina even beat Rick, a fact he seemed happy about. After dinner, they went dancing. Rick seemed ill-at-ease; he was NOT a good dancer, and every guy in the place was staring, leering, at Tina. She seemed to be having fun, though. "You don't look like you're having fun," she shouted at him over the loud music. Rick hesitated. "Oh, yes. Lots of fun!" he answered. Tina smiled, then grabbed his hand and led him from the club. Outside, it was much quieter. "No you're not," she answered him. "You're faking it, aren't you." Rick dropped his head. He'd been caught. Now, Tina would get mad at him. But she didn't. Instead, she lifted his chin, and kissed him. "Oh, that's so sweet!" Tina took his hand, and they walked away from the club. Overhead, the stars sparkled like jewels against the ebony sky. "You don't care much for dancing, do you," Tina finally said. Rick shook his head. "No. I'm not very good at the new stuff. Even though my mom made me take dance lessons when I was a kid." Tina stopped, and stared at him. "Yes, it's funny isn't it," Rick said. "That was mostly ballroom dancing. Although I haven't d