She Is Me... Ch. 02

At the sound of Sharon's voice I rolled out of the bed, startled out of my wits. Even as I did this however, I could hear Jillian's laugh.

"You wish," she'd said, still laughing. "Though actually...so do I. But unfortunately, it's not at all what you think."

Jillian then introduced us, and began explaining to her everything that had happened, and why I'd been laying there on her bed naked. Though the way she'd said it, it still sounded pretty far-fetched even to me. Of course, everything was anyway, though they had no idea just how far-fetched all this really was to begin with!

"Is he going to be all right?" Sharon now asked, actually sounding worried for me. Which made me smile inside, knowing that she actually cared.

"I don't know. I certainly hope so," I told her starting to get dressed again, grateful for the snug fitting pair of jeans that Jillian had loaned me, along with the somewhat loose-fitting bra and blouse she had given me as well. I still felt a little weird putting them on even then.

"Obviously...you don't have any plans for dinner." Jillian stated. Which was true, I didn't. Though I also knew I had plenty to eat that I could fix. I figured that just because I was now a woman, I wouldn't have any problems doing that for myself, but then said..

"Actually, no...I don't. Is there someplace around here close by that's any good?"

The girls looked at one another smiling. "You like Italian?"

**

We agreed to meet back at their place in a little over an hour. Time enough for me to take the extra apartment key they had given me so I could let myself back into my own apartment. It felt very strange walking in to my own place, as though I was a visitor rather than actually living there. I quickly took a shower, which at least felt familiar and comfortable, even though washing the body, "Faye's body," I reminded myself...didn't. But at least I was totally alone. And though I still had this nagging thought somewhere in the back of Faye's head, that what I was doing was still some sort of violation of her privacy perhaps, there was really no help for it. After all, what other choice did I really have here?

One thing was for sure, as I stood there beneath the shower, letting the soothing hot water cascade over me, I couldn't help but stand there cupping my breasts. Well...Faye's breasts anyway, which I had to constantly keep reminding myself. They weren't mine. They were Faye's. I was just sort of borrowing them for the moment. But, since I was...

I still couldn't get over how sensitive her tits were. Those delicious tingles that stirred as I tapped her nipples with her fingertips. I then pulled on them just a little, twisting to some extent, learning the extremes, the does and don'ts of her body. And still delighted with that invisible, almost immediate bridge between nipples and clit that sent out a firestorm of unbridled lust and desire as I stood there doing that. At least with the mirror, I had finally gotten a fairly good look at my pussy. You know what I mean. Once more a delightful surprise. All that pink inviting flesh, labia that seemed to swell and fill with erotic desire, which they were of course doing now. Not to mention the tiny protruding finger that made a separate appearance, like my own cock did as it hardened, peeling back the foreskin on my shaft. Only in miniature. Finding immediate delight in the simple friction, or soft caressing touch of a single finger that brought as much pleasure, intensity to my cunt, as I did while stroking the full length of my rock hard shaft.

Strange that I found myself actually missing that to some extent. Somewhat like I had heard about amputee's missing a limb, feeling like it was still there, still attached, even though it no longer was. That was a little unnerving, even though playing with, and fondling her clit felt heavenly. That...and having breasts of course. My hands drawn back to them almost at will. A reminder that I'd have to be careful in doing that when I was out and about anywhere. Much like the simple adjustment I'd made to my bra there in the elevator. I'm sure that wasn't a normal occurrence for women, especially with other men standing around at the time.

Being a woman was a hell of a lot harder than it appeared, that was for damn sure!

I gave myself a small...but nice little orgasm, and then forced myself to get out of the shower. I still had a couple of phone calls to make, the first to check on how I was doing of course. And the second, to find out what it was going to take to get Faye's luggage and belongings out of the car.

I towel dried my long hair...which took forever, once again something I sure as hell wasn't used to doing. And then wrapped the bath towel around my waist. I realized almost immediately that probably wasn't the way it was normally done. Not with my twin spheres sitting there staring at me again, though glad I didn't have anyone in the apartment with me at the time either, so I left them out like that. I then took a look at myself in the mirror.

"Fuck!" I immediately exclaimed. I had washed off every bit of Faye's make up! Not that she wasn't attractive without it, but there was no mistaking the fact, I looked entirely different with a plain face here. And there was no way in hell I was going to be able to do much about that either. I ruffled through her purse, found what she carried by way of "touch up" cosmetics and made a feeble attempt at adding color...anything. But all I managed to do was make myself look like a two-bit hooker. So I soon washed that off. "Fuck it!" I then added to that. And settled for some lip-gloss. Sharon didn't appear to wear much if any make up, so perhaps with my not wearing any either, it wouldn't appear too terribly strange. Not like I was going out anywhere...not yet anyway.

As it turned out, I'd be able to get my luggage and personal affects easy enough, using Faye's identification. But then I realized something else. Glancing at her driver's license, and signature, I tried writing her name.

I wrote it in my own hand.

"Fuck!" I said again. All I could do was feign some sort of hand injury or something, maybe even wrap it in an ace bandage, and then scribble something that looked even remotely close to her actual signature. I could only hope that the fact my face at least was hers...would be good enough.

Calling the hospital, I had learned there was no change. I was still in a coma, though again told that I was resting comfortably, and honestly expected to come out of it at any time. I actually had mixed emotions about that happening. What if I did? Or rather...she did. What then? It was too confusing to even try thinking about for the moment. I'd have to deal with that when and if the time came. Right now, I was starving. And I had a dinner engagement next door with my two beautiful, lesbian friends.

**

I had actually had dinner with my neighbors before. And Jillian was a damn fine cook. She'd even gone to Julliard in training to be a chef, so I knew what she was capable of.

"Dinner will be a while yet," she said in greeting. "So come on, sit down...have a glass or two of wine while we're waiting."

By now of course, Sharon had changed clothes, strolling in to their small, cozy little sitting room. She now wore a simple, though very short pair of shorts, half of her ass cheeks showing, along with a white, wife-beater tank top. No bra. And though her breasts weren't nearly as large as mine or Jillian's were, they were more than a handful. And clearly evident in appearance as they strained against the confines of the tight fitting shirt. Especially her nipples, which I noticed were hard, poking out like twin little thimbles against the material, and just dark enough in color that I could easily see the size and shape of her areolas. Frankly, in all the time I had lived next door to them, I had never seen her dressed quite this brazenly before, at least not around me...not until now anyway.

We sat sipping our wine waiting on dinner getting to know one another better. I found myself admiring their easygoing way, their banter back and forth with one another. Flirtatious, teasing...even including me in it on occasion.

"Have to tell you Faye," Sharon said as she refilled my glass, bending over just enough to whisper into my ear as she did that. "You have great looking tits, wish mine were as pretty as yours are."

"Ah...thank you," I responded in kind, a bit flustered, already beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol as I started in on my third glass of wine. Dinner couldn't come fast enough. Much more, and I'd be too drunk to enjoy it. "But I think your...tits...are equally as nice," I stammered a bit, using the same word she had, hearing it said, feeling a bit of a naughty pleasure in actually saying that to her. Jillian had come over to stand behind Sharon upon hearing that.

"She just wants to see them again," she laughed, reaching around to actually fondle one of Sharon's through her top as she stood there. "I swear, she's worse than a lot of men I know...including your cousin Howard. He's a bit of a breast man too. Always ogling ours whenever he thinks he's getting away with it. Kind of fun teasing him in that way, especially knowing he'll never actually get to see," she laughed at that.

I was laughing too. Inside.

"And speaking of which, how do you know I have nice boobs anyway? You've not really seen them, not like Jillian's," she added to that, now reaching over to likewise fondle one of her boobs.

If I had had a dick...it would have been rock hard by now. But, I did feel like I had a "clit-on" if there even was such a thing. All this sultry talk, and now adding to that this open fondling of one another as they stood there in front of me was making me even more dizzy and aroused than I already was.

"Maybe she doesn't want to see your boobs," Jillian said jumping in before I could answer. "Maybe...she's hungry and would rather eat. I think dinner should be just about ready."

It was as though Faye was actually speaking and not me. Surprised as the words more or less fell out of my mouth. "Yes...I am, and would...like to see your...tits," I said liking the sound of the more vulgar word, which again made me tingle excitedly between my legs. The emergence of additional moisture, something I could feel as well as sense, so foreign to me, but so pleasurable as well. Both girls turned looking at me, grinning.

"How about we eat first? And then we'll ALL show our tits, how's that sound?" Jillian laughed reaching out, taking my hand and then pulling me up off the couch. "Something tells me we should really get some food into you, or no one will be showing anyone, anything."

I hardly even remember eating dinner as delicious as it was. But the food did help. I still had a bit of a buzz, but I was no longer feeling giddy or lightheaded either. Just aroused, uninhibited...and once again very, very horny. I was hoping of course their erotic amusing banter hadn't been some sort of a joking tease. Though I got hints of more to come throughout dinner, seeing their periodic eye contact as though sending signals back and forth to one another. Occasionally feeding one another, and then me...making that even sensual and erotic as we fed one another, laughing, giggling, and making a game of it. I was wet beyond words by the time we had finished eating, feeling the seepage of my arousal wetting my jeans slightly. Sharon grabbed another bottle of wine, opening that, and then took it with her back into the sitting room.

I helped to clear away the dishes, and then Jillian and I went back out into the sitting room where Sharon had already disappeared to a few moments ago. By the time we arrived, there was soft music playing. She stood in the middle of the room, swaying to it seductively. More importantly, she had removed her top. Her cute pert breasts now fully exposed. It was almost hypnotic watching her as she danced, finally looking towards the two of us. "Well? You two joining me or what?"

Jillian was already reaching down preparing to pull off her own top. Once again I felt shy, uncertain...a bit confused. Here I was again, in a place I had no right to be, doing what I damn well knew, and had they known, they'd have scalped me in a heartbeat for doing. I reached down pulling my own top over my still bra-clad breasts. I reached back, prepared to fumble once more with the clasp, but Jillian beat me to it.

"Here, let me help you with that," she said softly. "I know you're still a bit stiff and sore." In moments she had freed my breasts, the three of us now swaying and standing together in the middle of the room. It was sensual, erotic...no one touched, talked, or did anything but look and dance as we moved about one another, until the music stopped. When it did, Jillian and I happened to be facing one another with Sharon standing between us. Suddenly she reached out, one hand clasping my left breast, the other hand doing the same thing to Jillian's right one.

"Hmm," she mused. "Hard to tell who's bigger, pretty close to the same, but you certainly do have thick nipples Faye. Are they very sensitive?" She then asked now running the edge of her thumbnail over the top of it. I shivered involuntarily.

"I think that's a yes," Jillian giggled in response to that. "I'd say...about as sensitive as yours are." Jillian then reached out now running her finger over the tip of my other breast. "Sometimes I can make her cum just by doing this," she told me, still fingering my now very erect, very hard and yes...very, very sensitive nipple. "Ever done that?" She asked me.

"Na...Na...No," I shivered again. Surprised as I saw my own hands reaching up, now cupping one of Jillian's breasts, as well as Sharon's. "Can't say...that I ever have," I said honestly though my tone of voice sounded more like a squeak as I said that. I saw Jillian wink at Sharon, grinning.

Sharon now stepped around behind me. In seconds I felt the press of her bare breasts against my back, her hands once more coming up and around, gathering both of my own breasts within her hands, pressing them together, kneading them delightfully. As she did that, Jillian too came forward, her own breasts which she now also cupped, mashed against mine, perfect height, nipple to nipple now, as she rubbed hers against mine.

"Do you like that?" She moaned breathlessly. "Does it feel good?"

I think I hissed the word yes. I was delirious with pleasure, and we weren't really doing anything yet. Though then that thought suddenly filled my head. "Were we going to?"

When Sharon lowered her hands, leaving off my breasts, though they remained pressed against Jillian's as she continued to toy and tease her nipples against my own, I felt Sharon now fumbling with the belt, and then the button...and finally the zipper on my jeans, popping them open. I knew then I wanted nothing more than to play with these girls...right or wrong. I wanted to experience real joy, real pleasure at the hands of another woman, as a woman. Even if I wasn't. Even if I was only borrowing this body for a short period of time. I knew that there would probably never be another opportunity like this with anyone. Especially these two. When Sharon began pulling my jeans down my legs, I quickly helped her, stepping out of them. She was surprised and delighted to discover that I hadn't worn any panties.

"I think she came ready to party," Sharon mused as I now turned, facing her...and reached down to begin undoing the shorts she was wearing.

**

Maybe it was the wine. Though I think it was that and a combination of things that gave me the courage to do what I now did. Aroused yes, beyond words. The aspect that I was doing something that seemed borderline depraved...added to that. The excitement of it perhaps, getting away with something that no one, would ever believe should it ever come out. But as I pulled Sharon's shorts down her legs, I found myself bent at the knee, confronted with what I can only describe as breathtaking. As her pussy quickly came into view, I found my face situated directly in front of it. I was a little surprised to discover that though trimmed, her pubic hair was still rich and full above her lips. It was a soft light brown color that appeared straighter as opposed to curly. I actually found myself running the tips of my fingers through it as she lifted one leg stepping out of her shorts entirely. She moaned as I did that, signaling approval I suppose, though I was too fascinated (and a bit scared) to actually look up towards her face. Before I even realized what I was doing, I leaned forward, my tongue snaking out at this point to delve through the light pink furrow of her sex. The heady aroma of her heat already assailing my senses as I gingerly and lightly ran my tongue up her obviously wet split.

"Did she ever!" Jillian seemed to purr, stepping around behind me, and then almost straddling me, as I continued to explore Sharon's quim with my fingers and lips. Jillian had obviously stripped off the rest of her clothing too, as I now sensed the sweetness of her sex pressing against my neck and shoulders of all things. It was a strange, though welcome sensation feeling that. Feeling her moisture kissing me as she slid herself in a slow circulating motion, humping herself if you will in a gentle way against my bareback.

Sharon pressed my head against her cunt. Her hands now entwining themselves in my hair, the soft moan of her pleasure echoing like a song being sung as I lapped away at glistening folds. Finding her precious clit, I now encompassed that with my lips, drawing it in...sucking it, flicking at it like humming bird wings in flight.

"Fuck! Enough! Too soon for that yet!" She said forcing me away now, stepping back. Jillian too standing again, the two of them now, each taking me by the hand leading me back towards their bedroom.

"Come on," they both grinned. "Now it's your turn."

**

The bed was so big I felt like I could become lost in it as they led me to it, helping me to lie down. Sharon slid a large fluffy pillow beneath my head. "Now...just lay back, close your eyes...relax, and enjoy this," she smiled. I did as she asked, totally, and completely at their mercy. Every fiber of my being alive, quivering...excited. I felt the press of their respective weights coming onto the bed, followed by the sweet sensation of hungry lips suddenly encircling each of my taut, hard extended nipples.

As much as I had enjoyed fondling my own nipples, and even more so when I had felt both Sharon and Jillian touching them, it was nothing in comparison to what I was feeling now. The sweetness was somehow deeper. The pleasure I'd felt previously more on the surface, though the jolts I had felt had been internal, an electric surge of energy racing down towards my clit. (I was actually thinking of it as being my clit now...and not Faye's.) But this was even more intense. The subtle differences as each suckled my breasts, though simultaneous, were madly complimentary. I could feel the pull, as though some inner core of my being wanted to lift up and through the tips of each nipple and somehow release, even ejaculate if that were remotely possible. In a way, it was almost identical to the sensation of feeling the rush of cream traveling up the length of my prick when I came. It felt like that, like twin cocks being pulled, and yet...it was my nipples. The pressure delicious, that deep-rooted almost cosmic experience as my head swam in a sea of lights and colors and an intensity I had never experienced before.

As though in dream, I could hear Sharon's voice speaking, vibrating around my nipple still as she did so. I knew my body was again shaking, quivering involuntarily. "I think she could come with our doing this."

"I think she could too," Jillian agreed, her tongue rapid fire now about my tit as though it had in fact turned itself into another thick hard clit. It so felt like that to me. And then Sharon joined her, likewise doing the same. Two clits, and then three as my own throbbed, pulsating, seemingly on fire, a heartbeat of drums once more echoing inside the depths of my very soul.