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A New Lease - Chapter 7 - Being For The Benefit Of Mrs. Graham free porn video
I barely stirred the next morning when Liz left for work. After last
night, I expected a bit of tension this morning. Her leaving wordlessly
was her way of dispelling that tension. When I finally awoke, she'd
sent me a text message. It was short, but said volumes.
I love you. See you tonight ;)
I looked at the time. 9:50 AM. I had just under 8 hours until she'd be
home. 8 hours with nothing to do, with nobody to talk to. I decided
that I wasn't going to take any calls, or emails, or anything from
anyone who I didn't know, today was a day for just me.
I sent a text to my friend Brittney, I hadn't talked to her since I'd
been home, or seen her since the day I'd woken up for the first time. I
let her know that I was home, doing well, and missed her. I wouldn't
mind having a chat with her, we always enjoyed telling stories to each
other, bouncing ideas off each other, and comparing notes about new
things in our lives. We didn't see each other often, or even talk on a
regular basis, but when we did it was always amazing.
A shower was in order for today, but first, I was hungry. I was still
half-asleep, so it took me a few minutes to make myself get out of bed.
I made it to the kitchen before I realized I was still topless. Female
modesty was something I was going to have to get familiar with. I
headed back to the bedroom and threw my sleepshirt back on before
returning to the kitchen.
Eggs were out of the question. My standby breakfast was no longer my
good friend, but a vile, bland, and unpleasant sensation. I hadn't
experimented with food too much, but I'd found several things tasted
different, but still good. I settled on a bowl of cereal, pouring my
cheerios absently led to an overflow of the bowl. The dogs were all too
eager to help with cleanup there. They still didn't trust me or act as
they had before, but they weren't treating me like company anymore,
which was a good sign.
I took the cereal back to the office, and fired up the internet.
Nothing on Facebook, nothing on Reddit. That was a good sign. I wanted
peace and quiet. Browsing the internet for something other than hearing
about myself was relaxing. As I ate, I looked at funny pictures on
Reddit, checked out a couple of music videos, then I decided to look at
some more personal things.
The first stop was an instructional video on female shaving. About half
the video was about shaving your legs, which I hadn't done right,
apparently. Only a brief mention of underarm shaving was shown, but I
got the gist of it from the model's position. The rest of the video was
dedicated to pubic hair, which is what I needed. I was getting rather
bushy, and it wasn't something I found attractive, nor did I think Liz
would, and I wanted to make things as enjoyable as possible for her. I
watched that part of the video a few times to get it down really well.
It was now or never. I cleaned up from breakfast, gathered some clean
clothes, and headed to the bathroom. I was nervous, afraid of hurting
myself, but I felt like this was something I had to do. First step,
according to the video, was trimming it short. That made sense.
Luckily, I still had my old electric beard trimmer. I'd seen smaller
versions for women for sale, didn't realize how big of a deal it was
going to be, but it was awkward getting everything positioned right.
The gentle, but ominous hum of the trimmer was quickly replaced by the
screeching sounds of hair being sheared as I slowly inched it across my
pelvis. I propped each leg up on the side of the bathtub in turn,
getting as much of it as I could, but I was scared to get too close to
the more delicate areas.
I turned the trimmer off, put it away, and rinsed the hair from the
bathtub. Then, I turned the shower on, adjusting the temperature to my
ideal level, and stepped in. Instantly, I was teleported to my relaxing
place, I could close my eyes and imagine I was standing in a storm in
the jungle. Showers were always difficult for me to focus in, and I
tended to waste long periods of time just standing in the water.
Eventually, I forced myself back to reality. I washed myself quickly,
barely paying attention to which of the half-dozen different shampoos I
was using. It smelled like coconuts. I lathered my body up, rinsed
off, and tried to mentally prepare myself for what was next. I made
sure my pubic area was clean, and followed the preparation instructions
step by step. I was nothing, if not thorough. I used some shaving gel
I'd bought, lathered myself up, and very carefully dragged the razor
blade as close as I could to the quite sensitive folds that formed my
new sex.
The water was starting to lose heat as I finished, but I was smooth. It
felt good. I went ahead and got my underarms, which were much easier
when I had an idea of which way to go, and touched up my legs before
emerging from the shower. Once I was dried off, I decided to forgo the
clothing, wrapped my towel around my chest, and headed into the bedroom.
I let the towel drop, and took a look at myself in the mirror.
It had taken a long time, but when I looked in the mirror today, for the
first time I saw myself looking back at me. My flesh was no longer
borrowed, I hadn't stolen it, it had been given to me. It was the gift
of a new life, and a life with amazing potential. I didn't have to
apologize to Christine every time I stumbled over something and scraped
my knee, and, most importantly at this moment, I didn't have to feel
like a pervert in order to enjoy my body.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that with the previous
revelation, I was no longer attracted to Christine. I saw the body in
front of me as who I was, not someone I wanted to have sex with. No, Liz
was the one I wanted to have sex with, as she would find out in just a
few more hours.
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My imagination was running wild. I'd seen tons of lesbian porn, both
the kind made for men and the harder to find stuff for real lesbians to
enjoy. I was trying to figure out how the evening would play out.
Eventually, though, I remembered last night, how things had almost gone
down. I laid on the bed as I recalled Liz stroking my thigh, and soon
found myself mimicking her motions.
The warm wetness inside me returned. My heart racing, I inched my hand
towards the soft folds I'd so carefully avoided touching thus far. As I
extended a finger towards the warmth and brushed it softly, I felt a
sharp rush of electricity shoot through me. In that instant, I wanted
nothing more than to plunge my fingers deep inside, but I teased myself,
tracing my finger along the edge, until I reached the tiny little button
of flesh that completely took me by surprise.
As I pressed my finger against my clit, I could feel the wetness
growing, dripping from me. It was spectacular, laying there nude,
experimenting with my body for the first time. I ran a finger along the
slit, coating it with my juices. It was exactly what I'd expected, but
having it come from my own body was new. I bit my lip, gasping as I
slid my finger inside, ever so slowly. It was literally nothing like
anything I'd ever experienced. The sensations were intoxicating, the
soft, yet unbelievably tight flesh I'd lusted after on many women, now
belonged to me. Another of my small, slender fingers joined the first
as I discovered what my new body enjoyed. I figured out an optimal
position, using both hands to stimulate both my clit and pump away
inside me.
It was hard work, but well worth it. I lost my rhythm as my entire body
shuddered, and I moaned loudly with my first orgasm. It was euphoric,
and I started giggling like a little girl. I was soaking wet, drenched
in both sweat and the lubricant that was still dripping from within me.
I basked in the afterglow for several minutes before I even attempted to
move. Something inside me had finally clicked. Whatever lingering male
identity I had left was fading fast, and I was finally able to enjoy
womanhood, and all the electrifying sensations that went with it.
The clothes I'd forsaken earlier were a necessity from here on out. I
made it to my feet, my legs still quivering. I couldn't believe what
I'd just done. I'd finally broken my last barrier to acceptance of my
body, and it was only a few days into my real new life. The time at the
hospital had been like a blur, every minute, every hour now felt like I
was taking my first steps into the world.
I finally got dressed, in a plain black tee and some jean shorts. I'd
never really worn shorts before, but I found they looked much better and
were much more comfortable in the summer heat than jeans or other long
pants were. I wasn't looking forward to work next week. Fortunately,
the pants I'd bought for work were thinner than most, and should be more
comfortable than the ones I was used to wearing.
I glanced at the clock. I still had about 5 hours to go. It was barely
past noon, and I'd accomplished what I wanted to get done for the day,
but it was too early to get ready for Liz to get home. I was bored now.
I wasn't exactly sure what to do. Internet didn't sound appealing at
the moment, but neither did anything else in my usual arsenal of things
to do when I was bored.
Eventually, Doctor Who and playing with the guitar won out. I'd looked
up a few chords online, and decided to try my hand at them while I
caught up on my favorite show. Before I knew it, however, I'd killed
most of the rest of my time. Liz was due home in under an hour, so I
needed to get a few things done.
I realized I hadn't eaten in hours, but I strangely wasn't very hungry.
I'd noticed that, my new body didn't need as much food to satisfy it as
I was used to. Half the time, when I ate, it was more out of boredom
than hunger. I decided I'd be all right waiting until dinner, I knew
Liz would want to eat and shower before we got into any funny business
tonight. I tried to decide on what we'd have for dinner, but that was
impossible without her input. I texted her to see if she had any
opinions, and while I waited for a reply, I went ahead and poured myself
a soda. I sat at the kitchen table drinking it while I stared at my
phone.
I had a text from Brittney, wanting to see if I could hang out this
weekend. I replied that I was unsure what my plans were this weekend.
I was setting aside a large chunk of Friday to do the AMA on Reddit.
Liz would be at work, so that was the perfect time. However, I'm sure
I'd be getting on an airplane at some point to go sit in a room and cry
for an hour. It was inevitable, everyone she interviewed ended up in
tears, but I didn't mind. I was getting good money, under the table of
course, but still, I was going to come home from that trip a much
wealthier woman.
Liz finally replied, and as usual, she had no opinion. I didn't have
much time, so I started throwing together a quick meal, kielbasa sausage
and mac and cheese. We were so civilized. I was a gourmet cook,
actually, but Liz's picky eating and my "New Mouth, New Rules"
experience yesterday with one of my favorite foods led to me being a
little unsure about fixing some of my fancier recipes.
While food was cooking, I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and
trimmed my fingernails. I made sure everything was still clean, since I
always had this sense that I smelled bad for some reason, and it was
making me feel a bit obsessive with cleanliness. I guess I could chalk
that up to "New Nose, New Rules" as well.
I finished just as food needed my attention. I had about 10 minutes
before Liz would be home. I got food ready and on plates, then ran and
changed. I looked like crap, I had dog hair, food splashback,
toothpaste, and god know what else on my shirt.
I just changed my shirt, noticing just as Liz came in the door that it
was tighter than most of my shirts, stretching over every curve of my
body. By comparison, Liz came in wearing her work uniform, which showed
off absolutely nothing. We greeted with a kiss, and she headed to the
back of the house to change. I poured fresh drinks for both of us while
I waited for her. She emerged in her pajamas, typical for her after
work. A funky little pattern of cows and stars covered her legs, while
she'd thrown on a plain purple colored tee.
We ate in the kitchen, which was unusual for us, but we didn't have any
tv to watch, and we didn't want to spend time apart from each other in
our respective offices. Neither of us were very social, but I always
tried small talk.
"How was work?" I asked, knowing the reply before the words had even
left my lips.
"Fine." Work was always fine for her.
"That's good. So what do you wanna do tonight?"
"I dunno. I need to take a shower."
"Yeah, I took one earlier."
"I can tell. You smell good." That was a relief.
"Thanks. You smell like chemicals."
"Oh yeah, I got to repair the processor today, got nasty goop all over
me." Liz worked at a drug store, but she often got called to do random
tasks that weren't on anyone's job description, but she was able to do.
She saved her store thousands of dollars in maintenance services every
year.
"That's good to know. Is the food okay?" It tasted bland to me, but I
was still getting used to Christine's tongue, which had changed my sense
of taste.
"It's fine."
We finished eating in silence, but our feet were arguing over territory
underneath the table. Things between us were still very different, but
very nice. I offered to do the dinner dishes so Liz could go on and
take a shower. As she headed towards the back of the house again, I
made quick work of the dishes. I was going to surprise Liz when she got
out. As soon as I heard the water running, I quietly dashed to the
bedroom and stripped out of my clothes. I pulled the sexy outfit Liz
had chosen for me at the store yesterday out of my drawer and laid it on
the bed.
I quickly stripped out of my clothing, tossing them casually in the
hamper. I picked up the panties. They were flimsy, collapsing without
form whenever they were dropped. I wasn't familiar with them. Liz
owned nothing like these, which is why I was surprised when she picked
them for me. As I slid the silky panties up my legs, I couldn't help
but enjoying the feel against my skin, wondering why Liz had always
avoided these sort of things.
The cami was next. It was as flimsy as the panties, made to go with
them. It took me a few moments to orient it properly, and as I slipped
it over my head, it took me a second to get my arms through the straps
right. I let it fall, and it came barely past my navel. There was a
gap between the hem of the camisole and the waistline of the panties,
that would show off the belly button of a taller girl.
They matched perfectly, and I couldn't help but admire myself in the
mirror for a few seconds. The deep maroon of the silk contrasted with
the alabaster of my skin, giving me a unique but seductive color
profile. I loved it. I wasn't just cute in this, I was sexy. I even
wanted me.
Now, it'd hardly be a surprise just to be wearing that when she got out,
but it was definitely going to be part of my attire this evening. The
surprise, in my eyes, was going to be how unassuming I'd look until the
right time. I slipped on my nightshirt and checked myself out in the
mirror again. With it on, you couldn't tell what I was wearing
underneath. I was going to give myself to Liz all over again, and I
wanted to get a few chuckles out of it, even if she would be laughing
cause she thought I was being dumb.
I laid on the bed, relaxing, waiting for Liz to finish. I didn't have
to wait long before I heard the water shut off. I grabbed my phone, and
casually checked the internet until the bedroom door opened. My heart
was racing, but in a good way. I was aware of every heartbeat as she
stepped in, still drying her hair with the towel. My legs were crossed,
and the nightshirt almost reached my knees.
She plopped on the bed and asked, "Whatcha doin?" as she started
brushing her hair.
"Reddit. Catching up on all the new memes and stuff. Also, getting
used to touchscreen with tiny fingers," I replied.
"It should be easier," Liz commented as she grabbed her hair dryer.
"It is, but holding it while using it is different."
"Yeah. Did you get everything back with the new phone?"
"Most of the apps, yeah. There were a couple that weren't available
anymore, I might be able to restore them from a backup when I plug it
into the computer."
"Okay."
She finished with her hair, and I got out of bed and stretched. "So
what now? It's too early for bed, and we don't have anything to watch
on TV."
"I dunno. I might read." Liz was working through a teen fantasy
series. One of the endless stream of 'supernatural romance' books that
had come out in the past 10 years. She liked it, for reasons I'd never
understand.
"I guess you could do that."
"What are you gonna do?" She asked.
"Oh...I don't know. I guess I could go lay on the couch, or get on the
computer..." I said, lifting the words playfully.
Liz cocked her eyebrow at me. "What are you talking about?"
"Just saying, we've got plenty of time to ourselves, nothing else to do,
and well..." I smirked at her.
"It's awfully early you know..." She knew what I was getting at.
"And your point is?"
An advantage she hadn't thought of popped into her head. A moment
later, her eyes lit up as she asked, "This could take a lot longer than
usual, huh?"
"Oh yeah." We didn't have to worry about refractory periods, there
would be nothing stopping us until we were both exhausted.
She grinned at me "Well, I guess I won't be reading much tonight, huh?"
Wordlessly I pulled the nightshirt off, revealing my surprise.
"Oh wow...just...wow." Liz stared, amazement and lust in her eyes.
She remained speechless as I crawled onto the bed, inching my way
towards her. I tried to look seductive, but I knew I had a big goofy
grin on my face. It was too perfect a moment. I snuggled under her
arm, kissing her tenderly on the lips.
"I've been wanting to do this for ages," I said as I kissed a line down
to her neck, nibbling her skin gently.
She sighed softly as my fingers began to caress her hair. She was
beautiful to me, fiery red hair, perfect cheekbones, and skin as perfect
as a polished stone. Tall, thin, and lithe, she was my goddess. As our
lips met again, we were both tugging at the other's top. Hers came off
first, exposing her modest breasts, the perfect breasts, the breasts I
loved. I rolled her nearest nipple between two fingers as our tongues
danced, warmth spreading throughout my body. Touching Liz was the most
erotic sensation I could imagine, and the new sensations I had
experienced with this body magnified my desire to please her tenfold.
We each fumbled a bit trying to get the other's clothes off at the same
time. There was a passion in our movements, we were like teenagers,
desperate for that first experience on prom night. I stopped my
affections long enough to help her get my top off, as I was afraid the
material would tear if she kept pulling at it like she was.
As I was discovering, Liz was now stronger than me, and she was able to
pull me into positions she liked, the opposite having been true when I
was a man. She pushed me onto my back as she experimentally touched my
chest. A chill ran down my spine as her fingers found my soft nipples,
and I visibly shivered when she squeezed by breasts in her hands.
Our lips met again, and she relaxed next to me, stroking my thigh. "Is
everything okay?" she asked.
"Yes, of course. This is amazing! Why?" I replied, nuzzling her neck,
kissing it softly.
"I just don't want you to think it's weird."
"I don't. I love it, I love you, and I don't think it's weird at all."
"Okay. I just haven't ever done anything like this before."
"You know this is new territory for me too, right?" I had masturbated
earlier, but Liz didn't know that, and sex was so much different anyway.
She nodded, and kissed me again. Her hand was working its way up my
thigh, closer and closer to the warmth between my legs. She bit my lip
as she finally reached her destination, rubbing my pussy through the
thin silky material covering it.
I moaned softly, and it came out almost like a squeak. My hips
reflexively rocked in time with her motions, and I could feel my juices
soaking through my panties. Liz gingerly slipped her hand inside the
waistband of them, pulling them down slowly. A blast of cool air hit my
exposed skin, making me shiver again.
Liz hesitated before her hand returned to its previous position, and I
flinched as she touched me ever-so-lightly. My breathing quickened as
she rubbed my clit slowly, the swollen nub sending lightning through my
veins with her every movement. She reached another finger down,
sampling my wet slit, and as she did so my eyes rolled back in my head.
Time was a blur. Liz was unsure about every movement she made, but it
felt too good for me to tell her to stop. Seconds took hours, until she
slipped her fingers inside my waiting pussy. She started out painfully
slow, but eventually she got into a good rhythm, rotating her fingers
each time they entered me completely, and my hips were bucking against
her in time. I found my new vaginal muscles clamping down on her
fingers, gripping her in an erotic vice. I could feel it building, but
I was still surprised when my first orgasm hit me.
"Oh my god..." I moaned as my entire body shook under Liz's. Liz kissed
me slowly, but refused to stop. She kissed a line down my neck to my
chest and licked a circle around my left nipple before she sucked it
into her mouth, my body still shivering, and her fingers still
continuing their blissful dance deep inside me. My body shook again as
an aftershock hit, another, smaller orgasm ripping through me. I was
panting, unable to form coherent thoughts, but I registered that she
kept kissing further and further down my stomach.
Liz had never shown any interest in lesbian sex before, so her
hesitation was expected, but I couldn't help but wrap my legs around her
as she finally kissed just above my clit. I was sopping wet, and her
fingers, while still inside me, were moving slower now. She was unsure
of what she was about to do, but that didn't stop her. She flicked her
tongue out against my clit, the strange warm sensation sending me over
the edge into my third orgasm of the night.
My legs, wrapped around her, pulled her closer, burying her face in my
pussy. She removed her fingers, eliciting a whimper from me that was
replaced with another loud moan as she slid her tongue inside. While it
couldn't reach as deep inside me, she more than made up for it with the
increased attention to my love button.
It was another orgasm later, and I was drained. I couldn't believe how
amazing I felt, tingly, euphoric, exhausted, sore, and hyperactive, all
at once. If masturbation had been eye opening, my first genuine lesbian
experience was outright mind-expanding. Liz raised herself up next to
me, and we kissed slowly and passionately. I could taste my juices on
her tongue, and just the thought of that was enough to arouse me again,
but my pussy was tender now, and I couldn't even think of continuing
just yet.
I rolled her onto her back, kissing her deeply. Our tongues were
intertwined as I slid my hand down her stomach, tracing circles around
her navel. As I creeped ever so slowly towards my goal, I could feel
her body tensing up.
"Is everything all right?" I asked, pulling away from the kiss.
"Yeah. I think." Her weight shifted, displacing my hand to her hip.
"What's wrong?" I noticed that she was getting a distant look on her
face.
"I don't know." I'd been worried that she would have hangups at some
point. Her earlier enthusiasm faded.
"You know it's still me, right? You managed to do things to me, what's
the issue?"
"I don't know. Your hands feel so small, it's weird to me."
"Just relax hun. I'm still the same person, ya know." I smiled, but
her face remained unchanged.
We laid there for what felt like an eternity before she propped herself
up and kissed me again.
"Are you ready to try again?" I asked, stroking her cheek.
"I think so." She smiled, and I got ready to go back to work.
After the initial hesitation, it took a little while to get Liz turned
on again. I knew her secrets, though. I kissed her neck, then kissed
down to her shoulder, biting gently. One hand was under her back,
applying pressure near her tailbone. The other was rubbing her thigh,
which became more intense as I kissed down to her chest.
I slid my fingers slightly further up her thigh, and I saw her bite her
lip right before I closed my lips around her nipple. I sucked, gently
at first, before biting her nipple lightly. Her body was like putty in
my hands by that point, and my fingers slid home. Liz was dripping wet,
as was usual with her, and I heard a moan escape her lips as I slid a
single, slender, finger inside her pussy.
I released her nipple and kissed down her chest and stomach, shifting my
position so that I was kneeling between her knees. Having done this
before, I continued to finger her as I kissed down to her clit. I added
a second finger as I flicked my tongue out, getting another gasping moan
from her.
It wasn't long before her hips started bucking against me, and I kept
looking up at her. She was gripping the headboard, breathing heavily,
letting out whimpers each time I touched her. "Oh god... Nick...
Nicki..." she moaned as I sucked gently on her clit, my slender fingers
tickling her insides.
She screamed in orgasm, squeezing my fingers tightly as I pulled out of
her pussy, sighing happily as our eyes met once again. "I love you," I
said, kissing her softly.
"I love you too," she replied, smiling before she kicked her legs off
the side of the bed, standing up. "I'm gonna go get some water, you
need some too," she said. I nodded weakly. Liz was never really able
to climax more than once, but I was still ready to go.
While she was gone I reached down and touched my clit lightly. My pussy
was slightly tender, but much wetter than I remembered it being when I
played earlier. I closed my eyes and rubbed lightly, remembering what
had just happened vividly, not noticing as Liz returned to the bedroom
holding a bottle of water. She cleared her throat, which drew me out of
my orgasmic fog, and I snapped my legs shut and sat upright.
She laughed, passed the bottle to me, and sat next to me, rubbing my
back. "You're doing fine, Nicki. You have an amazing chance here...and
I love you, no matter what."
As we settled in for the night, content as could be, we had no idea
exactly how far we would be testing that 'no matter what' bit over the
coming weeks.
Grace
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