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Caught in the Storm
Chapter 7 - Morning Glory
April woke before Billie did. Her head was pounding, and spinning. She
felt someone beside her. Pushing her hair back from her face, she saw
Billie. They had their legs tangled together and April had had her head
on Billie's chest, the soft full breasts her forms created.
'Why would he do that?' April wondered, playing with the breast forms a
little, very impressed with their realism. 'Does he like being a woman as
much as I like it?' she asked herself.
Billie's hand moved when April shifted. April let out a surprised squeak.
Billie's hand landed right between April's legs. For a long moment April
wondered what to do. 'Do I move it? Do I enjoy the moment until Billie
wakes up?' She shook her head, she couldn't, shouldn't. Something felt
dirty, like taking advantage, about leaving the hand there. Gently she
moved Billie's hand to her hip, turning to face her more.
Billie's hand slid right back, fingers tickling innocently yet
erotically. April's legs tightened up and closed instinctively and she
let out a soft whimper. She saw Billie's eyes open, and she blushed
deeply.
"Good morning," Billie said, looking at April's wide-eyed, blushing, and
distressed face. "Are you ok?"
"Oh god yes!" She squirmed against Billie's hand. Billie's eyes widened
realizing why April had that look in her eyes. She tried to pull her hand
away, but April's legs were crossed slightly, holding it tightly against
her body. "Don't stop! Oh god, don't stop!" April pleaded.
Billie hesitated a moment, this was unfamiliar ground in their
relationship. In all the time they'd known each other, since they were
tweens, they had only been on a single date and even it was non-
committal, when they were 13. It was exploratory and partly because
neither had a date to a school dance their mothers practically demanded
they attend, together.
Billie's fingers started to move, as she was thinking back to April in
her short red dress. It hung only to the upper thigh because of layers
under it lifting it out away from her body. April had complained she
couldn't feel it on her legs when she walked, and couldn't sit without
putting her pantyhose-bare legs and her panties on whatever she sat on.
Billie was too focused on her shape, the curves developing and the modest
bumps in her chest. As a young teen boy he found himself fascinated with
her dress, the close stretch fit of the bodice, the delicate lace sleeves
and chest/shoulder coverage. Unlike most boys, however, Billy was
somewhat jealous he was only in pants and a tie. He wasn't the type to
want to be a girl, per se, but to feel so attractive, to have hands on
him gently and affectionately... As his hands were on April then...
As her hands were on April now. Then it was innocent barely teen
friendship. Now it was deep affection turning profoundly intimate. His
fingers probing the stretchy opaque fabric covering her most sensitive
place. April wiggled her hips and pelvis, pressing into his hand at odd
intervals, no real pattern but constant. Each move of her body, of
Billie's fingers, elicited a slight whimper and more movement. Billie
looked over her body, the back arching a little, April's chest lifting...
She saw the nipples firm and trying to force their way through the semi-
sheer lace containing them.
"Do you want this, April?" Billie asked.
"Oh god yes!" April gasped. Her hands fumbled across Billie's waist
trying and eventually finding her panties waistband. Sliding into them
she tried to find something to reciprocate.
"That has to come off first," Billie said. April's fingers almost turned
to claws feeling for a way to remove it. "Whoa, slow... gentle," Billie
whispered.
Suddenly April pushed Billie, rolling her onto her back. She straddled
Billie, resting on her knees over Billie's thighs. "Then let me help you
with my soft hands," April said, almost commandingly or predatory. The
tone was authoritative, masculine even. Billie was confused at how
arousing it was. She had never seen April so empowered, so hungry and
demanding, and she was entranced.
Billie helped April work the gaff off, slowly and gently freeing her male
parts so as to not injure or harm herself. April's hands were gentle and
sensitive, careful, considerate, and very deliberate.
Billie reached for her panties. "What are you doing?" April asked.
"Putting my panties on?" Billie said, asking more than telling.
April slid her legs out, almost into a splits-like posture, dropping her
torso down over Billie. "What I want, it's faster if you leave them off!"
She rubbed herself against Billie, letting her cock rub where her fingers
had been a few minutes ago, letting out another whimper of pleasure.
April lifted one leg and pushed her knee down, forcing Billie's barely
parted legs slightly wider.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Billie asked. "You're not drunk?"
"I have never been more sure," April said, both hands rubbing and teasing
Billie's cock firm. "Are you having doubts?" She asked as her other leg
was brought between Billie's legs, forcing her legs apart more again,
even with her offering a token resistance April's inside position gave
her the leverage men usually exploited against women. Billie was feeling
the receiving side as a more in-control lover on top pushed her legs
apart. She felt the reaction in her chest almost as much as her cock, one
tightened and her heart pounded hard and fast, the other felt like a
rock. Her body wanted this, badly.
April began rolling her hips, pressing herself against the tip of
Billie's cock. "Oh god this feels good," Billie squirmed. Being on bottom
was new and slightly intimidating.
"So that's a yes?" April slid a hand up to her crotch, pulling open the
folds of her teddy.
"Oh god yes!" Billie pushed upward as best she could with April's weight
pinning her down.
"Uh uh, I lead!" April said, pressing down with her body even more to
trap Billie. "You move after I start, girl."
As April slid herself down onto Billie, Billie's hands groped April's
breasts. Soon her hands were undoing buttons behind April's back as April
slid herself down and squirmed to situate herself. When she was ready she
looked at Billie with a deep fiery hunger in her eyes. "I'm going to ride
you so hard!" She said with an animal growl to her voice and a hungry
smirk.
Billie was unprepared for the sensation of what was about to come. Sure,
as a man he'd had sex dozens of times with a handful of women over the
years. He'd never been a sex hound or womanizer, but never a prude about
it either. This, however, was entirely new to Billie. As a man he'd
always been leading, dominating, controlling, in charge. As a woman, she
was under April, being ridden, held down by the weight of another person.
Billie ripped at the top of April's teddy, forcing it down, April dropped
her arms letting the sleeves come mostly off and her chest and tummy
become bare.
She laid down a little over Billie, kissing her face and neck as she
thrust herself. "NOW you can move!" She whispered in a sultry voice to
Billie. And move Billie did. The first pushes were timid, mild, and
without much motion. April slid her upper body over a little more,
dropping her chest down closer to Billie's face.
"I said _I_ lead, girl!" April said, with a predatory hunger that both
slightly intimidated and greatly aroused Billie. Those contradicting
feelings confused her, but this served to drive her desire to keep going,
to submit, even more.
Billie's hands slid up from April's hips, from passively holding the
controlling lover, to her chest, where she took control of their motions.
April squealed as Billie squeezed, massaged, and caressed her bare chest,
as her thumbs worked her nipples. Her eyes rolled back when Billie licked
around and over her nipples, her hands gripped tightly onto Billie's
shoulders when Billie sucked and nibbled on them. By now Billie was
pushing harder, but was limited dramatically being on bottom.
No matter how she tried to get more force, more push, or more leading,
she just couldn't. She tried to roll them over, instinctively from years
of sex as a man. April slammed her back down, a slap to the face shocked
Billie. "_I_ am in charge this... this... moooooooor...." April tried to
say 'this morning', but she was seeing spots, lights, and her body was
exploding inside.
In the near climax explosion she couldn't speak, she could just moan. She
was practically begging God for it to come, for it to end, simultaneously
enjoying the feelings so much she never wanted it to. She felt a shudder
underneath her and Billie's hands grabbed her by the shoulder blades.
April's bare chest was forced down into Billie's silky covered breasts
and Billie's legs wrapped around April. Another thrust and Billie's body
went rigid as she, too, was moaning in delight. April rocked herself a
few times before she was seizing, too, almost screaming into the pillow
beside Billie's head.
As the extreme highs began to pass, while they were still intimately
connected, their life-or-death grips eased and were replaced by a
scrambling of erotic caressing and kissing. They were heavily making out
as Billie fondled April's breasts causing her to arch up off Billie and
whimper in delight. 'Oh god she knows how to satisfy a woman!' April
thought, still sliding herself up and down on Billie's slowly softening
cock. 'Damn, why can't this last longer?!' she whined in her head.
Billie was slowing her own pushing, lifting more and more each time to
press against April, keeping herself inside the other woman as long as
possible. 'Damn not already!' Billie thought disgruntled it was ending,
despite the amazing sex she'd just had. Finally she felt her cock soften
and return to it's normal flaccid size, and slip out of April. She felt
like crying that it was over, but was still rolling in enjoyment of what
just happened.
Her hands slowly and lovingly kept caressing April's breasts, slowing and
moving further and further from her nipples and eventually off the
breasts entirely. April slowly let herself be let down to the bed, her
teddy hanging off her wrists and hips, leaving her mostly naked. She
looked at Billie with an exhausted smile. Billie was every bit as naked,
her breasts covered, but basically nothing else. 'Oh my god! We just had
sex!' She thought, the reality hitting her. 'That was amazing.'
"Yeah, we did," Billie said softly. "And it was." April's eyes went wide,
she'd thought she only thought that, unaware she'd said it aloud.
They both laid there, silently, for a few minutes, Billie could see the
nightstand clock behind April. Nearly a half hour. As a man, he'd never
had sex last so long, struggling to contain himself for even half as
long, largely by ensuring he was barely touched. 'As a woman, sex lasts
longer?' Billie thought confused. 'Or is it something else?'
"Where does this leave us?" April asked.
"In bed hot for each other?" Billie smirked after a typically disarming
sarcastic comment.
"I meant, what are we now?" she asked. "We're not just friends." She
looked genuinely concerned, almost scared.
"No, we're not JUST friends," Billie said, trying to sound reassuring.
"I hate the term 'fuck friends'," she said.
"That wasn't fucking," Billie said plainly, definitively. April turned
her head a little quizzingly. "That was passion, intimacy, was loving.
That, April, was 'making love'."
April's eyes started to tear up, and she pulled herself closer to Billie.
She tried to say something but it just wouldn't come out.
"Was it that bad?" Billie joked. "I mean, it was my first time as a
woman, but..." April slapped his side trying to contain her laughter.
"Shut up!" She laughed. "I'm not sad you idiot."
Billie closed her arms around April, holding her tightly. She could feel
the warmth of April's bare breasts against her skin, their soft and
sweaty legs now between each others, rather than both of April's between
Billie's forced open legs.
They laid there just holding each other, sometimes looking at each other
sometimes not, for another ten minutes. "We should get a shower," April
whispered.
"Probably a good idea," Billie whispered. "Ladies first."
"Uh, that includes you, dear." April pushed on Billie's breasts.
"Oh right." She grinned. "So..."
April rolled over, breaking their hold, both feeling a sudden coldness
that comes when two people recently burning with intimate passion part
before they both cool down fully. She felt her chest respond to the cool
air, looking back she saw Billie watching her. She pulled her wrists and
arms free of the teddy's sleeves fully, then pulled it over her hips,
taking a few steps letting it fall freely down her legs. She turned half
way back, so that Billie could see her bare chest, without any
reservation. "Are you coming?" She smirked as she turned to walk to the
bathroom.
"You mean with you?" Billie asked.
"No, I mean to watch me shower like a home porn movie, you pervert." She
laughed.
Billie slid out of the bed. "As long as you're comfortable with it," She
stood and saw herself in the mirror. The contrast of the breasts and cock
were jarring, and she didn't like it.
April looked back when she realized Billie was hesitating. She saw her
friend looking in the mirror and a disapproving look. She came over and
put her hands on Billie's shoulder, pressing her body against Billie's
side, seductively rubbing against her. "Nothing there to feel bad about,"
she said, one hand gently rubbing Billie's face.
"It just looks so... odd," she said. "This may sound stupid." Billie
hesitated, April turned to look Billie in the eye through the mirror but
kept her naked body clinging to his, entirely for warmth than modesty.
"I doubt it, so tell me anyway," April leaned her head on Billie's
shoulder.
"I've always been curious, confused to a degree." Billie's eyes cast
downward, almost like what she was thinking was shameful.
"I know." April recalled how Billie would wear shorts well above the
knees, even daring closer to girls lengths but not quite so far, or even
find losing bets to play into with her, ending up in a skirt, dress, or
leggings for a period of time, and, of course, the 'error' of the gender-
swapped spirit week days. Those Billie had intentionally done a second
day the first year, and every year after that. "Nothing wrong with that."
"But I don't know which I like better," Billie said, sounding like she
was about to cry. "I love what we just did, being with you like that,
sharing that." A tear started to form and April wrapped her arm around
Billie. "But I can't say I want to have this." Billie's hand somewhat
recklessly swatted at her cock. "And that I shouldn't have these." Her
hand cupped a breast.
The tear began to trace down her face. Before it could fall all the way,
April's finger caught it and wiped it away. "Hey, look at me," She said
gently, Billie hesitated. "Look at me!" she said firmly, tugging Billie's
chin to prod her to obey. She looked Billie directly in the eyes, "There
is nothing wrong with you. Nothing!"
Billie was blinking, trying to hold back tears.
"I love you," April said after a sigh. "Ok, no holding back. I love you
damn it." April turned Billie's face a little, "And I won't let you beat
yourself up over nothing!"
"Nothing?!" Billie protested. "What kind of man am I with breasts,
lingerie, considering what it'd be like to not have..."
"A brave man accepting he feels very different than closed-minded idiots
say he should," April started. "A man who's willing to explore ALL parts
of himself, even if it means he finds that he's SHE and HERSELF."
"What happens after this?" Billie said, pleading. The fear and confusion
that had been building was flooding out, like a dam had broken inside.
April walked her back to the bed.
"Whatever you want," April said, holding Billie's head to her shoulder,
letting her cry it out. "Whatever you choose to be."
"And if that's not what you expect?" Billie asked confused and scared.
"Not what others expect?"
"I will accept you no matter what, I always have," April said
reassuringly firm. "As for others, fuck them! Others don't have the right
to define you!"
April held Billie, their breasts squished together as Billie held tightly
to April, crying it all out. It took a good fifteen minutes before she
finally pulled her head back from April's shoulder. "You're naked."
"Way to notice Miss Obvious," April teased, causing a slight smile.
"You sat here, naked, and cold, all this time," Billie said almost in
disbelief. "While I was just crying like an idiot?"
"No, while you were getting all this idiotic self-loathing and fear out,"
April said, patting her back. "It's good to let it out once in a while.
Honestly, it's one of the best perks about being a woman, we can cry and
let shit out." Again, Billie chuckled.
A few moments of silence was broken by a tap on the door. "It's open,"
April said.
Lisa opened the door a crack and peeked in. "Ah, you two ARE up," Lisa
smirked noticing April was naked. "Oh, you have BEEN up... we'll just...
uh... wait out here," She winked at April knowingly, and mouthed 'Good
girl! Hell yeah!' to her as she shut the door, making April smile and
blush, waving a hand and mouthing 'Go away!'.
"Now, lets get that shower," April said, standing and tugging Billie's
arm. Billie followed, but watched her reflection the entire time until
the mirror was out of angle to show her.
"I need to get these off, Terri cautioned wearing them too long would
cause skin issues." She cupped her breasts.
"I'll help if you want," April said, still leading Billie to the
bathroom.
April was as gentle as she had been with the gaff, even when the forms
and the glue required a little more manipulation to get loose. Soon they
were off and Billie's chest was lighter, and she felt odd turning and not
feeling the weight that had begun to feel familiar.
"Miss them already?" April teased, getting a pair of towels from her
cabinet.
"Surprisingly, yes." Billie didn't even try to hide it. She knew that it
was out, all her confusion and even seeing herself more as 'her' then
'him'. 'Will that change or go back when I go home? Do I want it to?'
Billie thought to herself.
"You know, if you're wondering if things will go 'back to normal' later,"
April started, "that IS something you control. Whatever you're
comfortable with, is what you do. I'll support you every step of the way,
whatever way that is."
"Damn were you reading my mind?!" Billie joked as she stepped forward and
kissed April. "Thank you. For that, for all of this." Then he got a smirk
just as she started to reply, and grabbed her between the legs gently.
"And this-" He winked. "I've never been on the bottom before."
"Better get used to it with me." She winked turning so that her hip and
leg pushed his hand off her, rather than moving it with her own hand.
"We'd better get cleaned up and get out there. One of us has to cook for
everyone."
Their shower took longer than it would have had they gone individually.
They found themselves exploring each other's bodies as the water ran down
them. This led to kissing and fondling. Finally they got back to
cleaning, which led to soapy slick bodies, and more kissing and intimate
affectionate touching. Finally when the water started to get cold they
realized how long it had been. They both had to rinse shampoo and the
last of the soap off with very cold water.
April wrapped her hair and body and walked out to get them clothes while
Billie dried off in the bathroom. She came out and saw April had laid out
clothes for them both on the bed. "Pick whichever you want," she said as
she passed him to go finish drying her hair.
Billie saw the two outfits and smirked. 'She wants to play that game?'
She thought to herself with a chuckle.
One outfit was a denim miniskirt, mid-thigh on April's legs, so it'd be
similar on her own legs. He'd seen her wear it several times. It had a
pink t-shirt and fishnet pantyhose with it. Naturally the panties with it
were pink, as was the bra, but they didn't look like a set.
The other outfit was dark blue capris leggings, an oversized t-shirt, and
blue panties and bra. 'Yeah, nope,' Billie said to herself, picking up
those to and going to her closet. She hung the shirt up, put the leggings
back in her dresser. 'If there's going to be a choice, she'll make it.'
She smirked.
She pulled out a white tiered ruffled skort and mint green shirt that had
Tinker Bell on it. She grabbed different panties and bra, too, to match
the shirt, and some knee-high socks just for fun.
April came out a moment later. "Still not dressed?" She looked at Billie
still in her towel, wrapped high like a woman, of course. "Wait, what?"
"Yeah, your choices were I flirt or you flirt, but one of us misses out,"
Billie grinned impishly. "This way we both get to dress flirty."
April grinned. "So I get to choose first?"
"Sure."
"Tinker Bell," April said.
"I figured."
"For you." April winked. "Smart ass."
Soon they were dressed. Billie was in the very short skort, the skirt of
which barely reached to the start of her fingers on her palm. She had the
mint green baby-t Tinker Bell shirt on, bearing her tummy and waist. A
long stretch of bare leg was finally broken by the knee-high socks. She
was wearing a pair of green canvas shoes.
April's skirt came to her fingertips, showing significantly less leg than
Billie's skorts. Her pink shirt was close fitting and the v-neck showed a
good amount of cleavage. She, too, wore slip on shoes, since her legs
were covered in small pattern fishnets. Despite the pink shirt and
straight-hem skirt, the pantyhose gave her outfit a slight edgy look.
They walked out and smelled breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast.
"Hey, I thought I was supposed to be the chef?" Billie said coming to the
kitchen seeing Terri and Lisa about done cooking. They, too, were both
dressed in normal clothes again, not last night's lingerie.
"Ah, finally the lovers appear," Terri said grinning.
"It's not..." Billie started, but Lisa's look and waving hand stopped
her.
"Oh please, Terri and I know EXACTLY why a shower takes that long," She
winked at April. Clearly she knew they'd had sex. "You two were getting
handsy in there. Naughty girls," she teased.
"Does she?" Billie whispered to April.
"Isn't it obvious?" April replied, not whispering.
"Oh it's obvious dear," Terri said.
"You two are glowing," Lisa smirked. "Besides, we know exactly what two
scantly clad drunk women do," She shot a flirtatious look at Terri.
"Don't we dear?"
Terri laughed. "Yes we do."
A little after breakfast Terri and Lisa packed up their things and told
April they'd return her clothes later, which they were wearing as they
hadn't brought any the night before. They said their goodbyes and left to
go back across the street to their house.
April and Billie stood in the living room together watching their friends
go home, kids playing in the snow which was well over a foot deep now.
Billie slid her hand into April's back pocket, and April held Billie's
hip, exposed by the baby-t she wore, possessively. They leaned their
heads on each other and watched it snow.
They knew the snow would stop in a few hours, then remain without melting
the next day or two, and finally begin melting when temperatures warmed
two days from now. The forecast could tell them that much. They didn't
know what would happen in a few hours, the invitation Tess would bring
them, the offer Billie would get, and the way this had and would continue
to change their lives. What they did know was that they were going to
live through these storms, the snow and the emotional one, together. For
the moment, with so much uncertainty, that little bit of certainty and
promise was enough.
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