Change of Heart
A Fictional Story by Saeclum113.
At the door to apartment A34, Emma shoved her key in, but it wouldn’t turn. She groaned and shook the handle while turning the keys until it finally unlocked. The building’s manager said he’d get it fixed months ago, but never did.
Emma was greeted with loud voices from the television, and her boyfriend shouting at it as she slammed the door behind her. He was so occupied with the football match that he didn’t seem to notice her. An open bag of chips was lying on the couch next to him with crumbs all over—another thing for her to clean up later.
“I’m home.” She muttered.
Brad continued shouting at the television. Judging by his tone, his team was losing. Sometimes she wondered why she kept living with him. She loved him back in college. They were both a little nerdy and… well, they weren’t particularly good at making friends. During their four years there, Brad was the only one who made an effort to talk to her.
But once they graduated, he changed. The fun, nerdy boy she loved suddenly tossed out the hobbies they shared. He said his work friends thought it was dumb, and he wanted to fit in better. Which Emma would’ve been fine with, but it felt like he also tossed out his passion in life. He became so obsessed with keeping up appearances that it began to affect his temper.
Emma was too tired to deal with him right now. She kicked her shoes off and, with a sigh of relief, unhooked her bra. A benefit of wearing a short-sleeved shirt was that it made it easy to take off her bra without having to remove the shirt.
“Oh, hey!” Brad finally seemed to notice her. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Yeah, just got here,” she tried to hide her frustration. “I’m gonna go soak in the bath for a bit. My back’s killing me.”
Emma didn’t like the way he eyed her chest on her way to the bedroom. It’s not that she didn’t enjoy sex; it was just okay. What he lacked in size, he made up for in other ways. A bit of foreplay went a long way, but he also wasn’t afraid to use his hands or tongue. But, as with everything else after college, his work friends convinced him to change. They said a real man could please women with penetration alone.
In their tiny bedroom, Emma grabbed her pajamas to slip into after her bath. But her relaxation would have to wait. Brad walked in behind her, shirtless. Despite all his talk about needing to be ‘manly’, he was fairly lanky.
“You know what we should do before your little ‘relaxation time’?” He said in a way that probably sounded sexy in his head. “A little romp in bed.”
“Not tonight, I have a headache.” Emma didn’t even have to lie about that.
“Ah, come on. I’ve been a bit horny today, and then you came in with your tits out? That’s a little unfair, isn’t it?”
Emma sat on the edge of the bed and started unbuttoning her shirt. She didn’t want to, but she didn’t have the energy to argue. “Okay, okay.”
Brad hurriedly unbuckled his pants and pulled them off along with his boxers. A small dick popped up, unaware of its inadequacies. Emma didn’t know how little he was since he claimed he was average. But to her, she guessed he was around three inches, maybe three and a half if she was generous. He pointed up at her as she slipped off her pants and panties. Revealing smooth legs and a perfectly trimmed pussy.
“Sexy as always.” He whistled. “How’d I get so lucky?”
Emma smiled awkwardly, trying not to piss him off. Her body was something she maintained to feel good about herself rather than for his pleasure. But she shrugged it off and lay back. At least that relieved some of the pain.
Brad climbed between her legs and unceremoniously slipped his dick in her. He wasn’t so small that she couldn’t feel it; Emma’s ass was just too thick that he couldn’t put it in all the way. After a few dry humps, he applied a generous amount of lube.
Then, he propped himself up on his hands and started humping fast and shallow. He would’ve cum fairly soon, but managed to last a bit longer since his dick kept slipping out. Emma closed her eyes and tried to remember back to their college days. His grinning face was covered in paint splotches after spending all afternoon painting minifigures. The way he’d be so excited to show them off to her. Late nights playing games, laughing together. Emma could still feel that little kindle of love deep down for him. It almost made her wet to remember those moments, but then he blew his little load.
“Phew, that felt good.” He sighed happily. “We should do that more often.”
Emma nodded, feeling a bit more disappointed than before. She collected her things and went to fill the tub. Brad cracked open the door as she waited and peeked his head in. “I forgot to tell you; I told the boys we’d meet them tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow?” she asked, having a harder time hiding her annoyance. “But it’s the weekend, and I just want to relax and catch up with some online friends.”
“Come on, Em. You had a nice, relaxing weekend last week.” He grumbled. “I promise we won’t be there that long. We’ll have a few drinks and a few laughs, then come back. Okay?”
Emma was fuming. Last weekend, he had ‘the boys’ over practically the whole weekend. She didn’t trust her voice, so she nodded.
***
Emma was tempted to throw on whatever she had lying around, preferably an oversized hoodie and pajama pants, but she wasn’t that petty. She ended up picking out proper clothes. Not that she had many options. The outfit she picked out was her favorite – a light blue skirt that fell to her mid-thigh and a black top that showed a hint of cleavage.
The top was tighter across the chest than she remembered, but it had been a few years since she last wore it. Wearing it now brought her back to her past self. And how she wished to go back to those days. Emma shook her head and grabbed the final piece to complete her outfit—a black wristband with a quote from her favorite book.
In the mirror, Emma pulled her hair back into a low ponytail. Nothing special. She used to dye her hair a variety of fun colors. Shades of blues and purples, but now she kept it her natural chestnut brown.
“You ready yet?” Brad asked impatiently from the front door. “We’re going to be late.”
“All right, I’m coming.” Another look in the mirror, and she was ready to go. Brad’s jaw practically hit the floor when he saw her. He looked her up and down with surprise.
“In that?” He asked incredulously. “Not that I’m complaining, but we’re just going to the bar.”
Emma raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? The bar?”
“Well, yeah.” He scoffed. “The big game’s tonight. So, the boys and I thought we’d go to the bar and share some drinks while we watched.”
Emma felt like an idiot. Of course, they wouldn’t be going anywhere nice. They were broke. Not that Brad would even take her somewhere nice if they had the money.
“It’d take too long to change, so I guess I’ll just go like this anyway.” She grumbled.
The two of them left, having to slam the door a couple of times before it would lock. Brad went on and on about the game the other night. Given how the referee made terrible calls, the chances of his team making it to the playoffs are.
Emma just nodded absently, giving an occasional “Oh?” or “Mhmm.” He’d never elaborate on what any of it meant and would be a bit condescending whenever she asked questions. As he continued, she wondered what her online friends were up to on Strife until they reached the bar.
A large neon sign in the front window had the name “Inari’s” written in cyan and magenta. It was a retro-themed bar in a slightly nicer area of the city—muffled voices of drunken conversations carried into the streets.
Those voices became louder, yet just as unclear, when they went inside. Most people there were in groups laughing together, though a few were slouched over at the bar, expressions of bitterness or sorrow in their eyes. One of them, however, was a tall woman sitting alone. At that moment, the woman glanced at her.
“Braaaad!” Someone drunk called out nearby.
In the corner of the room was a booth with four men wearing button-up shirts and ties, loosened after a long day. The way they looked at her made her skin crawl. Emma could practically feel their eyes undressing her, even though Brad had mentioned that everyone coming was already in relationships.
Brad grabbed Emma by the arm and pulled her after him. “Hey, hey, Johnny! How about that game last night, huh?”
“I know, could you believe that ref-”
“I’m gonna get us some drinks,” Emma interrupted and pulled her arm out of his grasp.
“Oh, sounds great. But that ref…”
Emma tried to ignore their eyes on her ass as she walked away. She thought that since Brad had invited her, the others would be bringing their girlfriends. Sometimes she felt like he only saw her as a trophy now—a thing to show off to his friends now and then.
Since they’d be distracted until the game started, Emma decided to take a seat at the bar to avoid them for a bit. She folded her arms on the counter and let her face fall into them.
“Excuse me, miss.”
Emma looked up to see the bartender place a drink in front of her with a soft clink. He motioned to the tall woman he had noticed earlier. The woman gave her a wink.
“This one’s on her.”
Emma held it up in thanks and took a sip. The woman took that as an invitation to join her. When she stood up, she dwarfed every man in the room. Emma was pretty short, so the woman was practically a giant to her.
“The name’s Janis.” She said as she sat down next to her. Her voice was smooth and confident. “I see you’re a fellow Branderson fan.”
It took a minute for Emma to respond as she tried, and failed, not to stare. Janis was wearing a dark blue dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways. And the front of it was so low-cut that it made Emma’s cheeks burn bright red. She’d never wondered about her sexuality before, but this woman was seriously making her reconsider.
“Hm? Oh! Yeah, he’s my favorite author.” She took a sip of her drink to ease her nerves. “How’d you know?”
The woman held up a hand and shook a bracelet that was identical to Emma’s. “I’m a fan too.”
“No way!” Emma smiled up at her. It was rare to run into another fan. “That cliffhanger though, am I right? I know he’s a fast writer, but I’m dying to know what happens next.”
The two of them gushed over their favorite books for several minutes. Emma could go on for hours about it, but she held back so Janis wouldn’t think she was too weird. They talked about the plots and the twists until the conversation drifted to the romance.
“As much as I love his books, I do wish he’d get more into the sexual relations of his characters. Instead of always ‘fading to black’ as they say.”
“I dunno. Fading to black lets you use your imagination to fill in the blanks.” Janis placed her hand on Emma’s thigh, which sent a blaze of warmth through her.
Emma took another sip, feeling the alcohol slowly taking effect. For a moment, she thought she had forgotten something. Emma looked around the bar, confused, until she saw Brad sitting with his friends. He looked upset as they watched the game.
“Oh! I forgot I was getting drinks for them!” She didn’t realize the game had started. “I should go.”
“That’s your boyfriend, I take it?”
Emma ordered a few drinks from the bartender. “Yeah, I guess so.”
Janis stared at Brad with a critical eye and a slight frown. “A pretty girl like you? I bet you could do better than him.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” She took another sip, trying to hide her blush. It’d been a while since someone called her pretty. And it was coming from someone far more attractive than her.
“What? Is he that good in bed or something?”
“No, I mean he… I guess the sex is subpar…but…” She shouldn’t have said that. Janis smirked down at her with a raised eyebrow. “Uh, forget I said that.”
The bartender set down a tray with a few drinks. Emma probably had too much to drink already, so she didn’t get anything for herself.
“Well, it was nice talking to you,” Emma said. She tried to act smooth, but between the alcohol and Janis’s ever-present cleavage, she stumbled a bit.
“Same here. Although I didn’t catch your name.” She said with eyes full of amusement.
“Oh!” Emma stammered. “I’m Emma.”
She snatched a pen from the counter and hurriedly scribbled on a napkin before handing it over. “Uh, here’s my Strife name if you ever want to play games or something.”
“You’re such a nerd. But I’d be down for that.” Janis laughed and plucked the pen from her fingers to scribble on a napkin as well. “Here’s my number if you’re looking to do something more than games.”
Emma took it hesitantly. She didn’t have any pockets to put it in, so she turned around and carefully folded it before slipping it into her bra. Then she grabbed the tray of drinks and walked towards Brad, feeling Janis’s eyes on her as she left.
“Took you long enough,” Brad complained. “Game’s already started.”
Emma didn’t hear him, though. She was too busy thinking of Janis.
***
Emma sat at her computer, staring at her Strife app. Brad was in the living room watching the game as usual, which gave her some time to be alone on the computer. She was too nervous to text Janis, so she decided to wait to see if she would reach out online.
After a while, Emma received a friend request notification. It had a picture of Janis with the username ‘BoneSwinger’. She took a deep breath and clicked accept.
Hey, cutie.
Hey.
Emma wasn’t quite sure what to type. She felt oddly flustered talking to her, like a high schooler trying to talk to their crush.
I see you’re a woman of many words.
Sorry, I’m a little nervous.
It’s okay, babe. We can ease into it if you want.
Well, some of my Strife friends were going to play some games tonight if you wanted to join. We could always use another player.
Yeah, I could do that.
The two of them hopped on a call with Emma’s other friends. Her hands felt clammy as she held the controller. She wasn’t sure how Janis would fit in with the group. After a few minutes of playing, however, it turned out she had nothing to worry about. Not only was Janis excellent at the game, but she was also very charismatic.
As they played, she’d make comments that made the group laugh. She’d compliment people who did their best and knew what to say when someone messed up. Janis managed to fit in perfectly. And Emma found herself having the most fun she had in years. Thinking about Janis made her warm inside. A warmth stirred in her chest and spread throughout her body.
As the night progressed, the others hopped off one by one, leaving only Emma and Janis. Alone. It might’ve been virtual, but Janis’s lone presence was just as intense as it was at the bar.
Janis broke the silence. “You have a good group of friends.”
“Yeah, they’re great. Brad and I met them back in college, and we just kinda stuck together. Well, except Brad. He…”
“Let me guess, he ditched you?”
“Kind of.”
There was a long pause.
“Why don’t you leave him?” Janis asked. “Don’t get me wrong, but it doesn’t sound like you’re happy with him. And you admitted he isn’t that good in bed.”
“Well, I…he….” Emma blushed brightly. “Can we talk about something besides my sex life?”
“I mean, if you want to know about my sex life that badly, I guess I could talk about it. Just don’t ask how many guys I’ve slept with. I’ve lost count.”
That’s not where Emma expected the conversation to go, but now she was curious. And surprisingly, a little jealous.
“Oh, uh, that many, huh? Never found one you liked enough to stick around with?”
She shrugged. “Occasionally, but they’d always dump me after the first couple of dates. Said they were too intimidated by my size.”
“I mean, you are kinda tall.” She stammered. “Not that I think it’s a bad thing! I find it kinda hot.”
Janis smirked. “Oh, really?”
Emma’s heart was racing, and her mouth felt dry. She tried to say something, anything, to change the topic, but nothing came out. Now that she thought about it, there was something she’d been wanting to ask. She swallowed and tried to calm herself as she asked.
“I was wondering- if you have time, that is. Uh. If you wanted to-”
“Emmaaaa.” A voice interrupted down the hall.
Brad walked in with that look on his face. The one he always had when he wanted to use her to ‘relieve’ himself. Emma scrambled to hit the mute button and turn off her webcam.
“I’m in a call, Brad.”
“Yeah, well, how long are you gonna be?” He asked dismissively. “Because it’s getting late and I need some comfort down south, if you know what I mean.”
Emma didn’t want to end the call with Janis just yet, but she knew Brad wouldn’t leave her alone until she got him off.
“Look, I might be a while. Can I just give you a quick handjob?”
Brad tapped his foot as he thought, and then unbuttoned his pants. He then dropped them to the floor with his underwear, and his little dick pointed straight up. Emma grabbed a bottle of lube and pinched the dick between forefinger and thumb. After stroking it for a few seconds, Brad grunted as he came. A few drops that Emma caught with a tissue.
“Ah, thanks!” He walked happily to their bedroom.
A good thing about a dick that small was that they were so easy to please. And easy to clean up. Emma tossed the tissue into the bin under her desk and turned her webcam back on. Except it was already on.
“Gods, that dick was tiny. I’ve seen all sorts of shapes and sizes, but that’s gotta be the smallest one I’ve ever seen. No wonder he sucks in bed with something like that between his legs.”
In her frantic state, she hit the wrong button. Emma wasn’t sure what to do or say. So, she ended up speaking without thought. Whatever popped into her head.
“A-and his speed.” Emma squeaked, feeling her cheeks go red. “He’s never lasted a minute. I can’t remember how long it’s been since he made me cum with it.”
“Aw, you poor thing.” Janis cooed. “Well, I’ll make sure you get a proper cock sometime. You deserve it.”
“Oh, well, I guess if you know anyone with a big dick, let me know.” Emma laughed, but felt her face burning from how hot her cheeks were. She needed to change topics and calm down. Fortunately, Janis dropped the subject, and the two of them talked more about the books they’d been reading.
They talked long into the night, like her days back in college. Emma knew she shouldn’t stay up so late on a work night, but she was having so much fun with Janis that she didn’t want to stop. But eventually, her eyelids began to droop.
“I should probably get off now.” Emma yawned. “Have to get up early for the opening shift, but we should do this again sometime.”
“I’m free any time to see that cute face of yours,” she winked. “Night, babe.”
Emma turned off her computer and stripped as she walked to the bedroom. She felt better once she unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor. Her chest felt constricted enough without it. Now, in the cool air without her warm pajama bottoms on, Emma noticed the front of her panties was wet.
Their conversation earlier had apparently been a bit of a turn-on for her. Janis was already hot, but now she was also funny, caring, and… She felt her panties getting a little more damp at the thought of her.
Emma shook her head and climbed into bed as she tried to get Janis out of her mind. She wouldn’t be able to sleep thinking of her. Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, Brad rolled over.
“Hey, are you doing something this weekend?” She asked.
Eyes still closed, Brad placed a hand on her shoulder, and she felt something small and hard rubbing against her thigh. Emma grabbed her phone off the side table and started typing.
“Just hanging at the bar on Saturday with the boys.” He groaned. “Told them you’d be there again.”
Emma typed in Janis’s number as Brad humped her leg.
Hey, want to come over and watch a movie on Saturday?
He picked up his speed as precum started leaking out. His dick somehow felt smaller after Janis’s comments.
Sure, babe. What time?
Brad blew his load. The few drops of cum dribbled down her thigh while Emma, with her heart racing and butterflies swirling, scheduled a date.
***
“You sure you don’t want to come?” Brad asked with a tone. Probably upset he couldn’t show off his trophy again. “The boys love having you around.”
“Can’t imagine why.” She said sarcastically, remembering the way their eyes leered at her. “But told you I already made plans. It’s too late to cancel.”
He shrugged. “All right then, I’ll try not to stay out too late.”
“Take as long as you want.”
Emma leaned against the counter, trying to look calm and collected, but the moment the door shut, she practically sprinted to their bedroom. Janis would be there any minute, and she needed to get ready for her.
She quickly stripped and dug through a drawer for something new she splurged for—a set of pink lace panties and a matching bra. The thought of wearing something so risqué was more exciting than she thought.
A knock sounded at the door.
“Uh, one second!” Emma shouted down the hall. She quickly slipped on the panties and fastened the bra. The straps were elastic enough to give a slight bounce. Definitely designed for looks rather than support. Then she quickly slipped on a pair of black shorts that barely went past her ass cheeks. And finally, a purple camisole that had a deep enough cut to not only show off her breasts but also a bit of the new bra.
Emma tied her hair back as she ran to the door. Her hand reached for the handle but froze. There was another knock, but she ignored it. Was she really doing this? Having someone over while her boyfriend was out? They were both girls, but what Emma felt was more than just platonic. She took a breath and opened the door.
All her unease and doubt vanished at the sight of Janis leaning against the doorway. Black leggings that clung to her every curve. Strong thighs and a round ass that’d make a man cum at the sight. A black hoodie covered her breasts, but couldn’t hide their size.
Emma’s eyes were too busy staring at her eye-level breasts, imagining what they looked like underneath, that she didn’t notice the tall woman had a case of drinks in one hand and two boxes balancing in the other. A pizza and something wrapped like a present.
“Eyes are up here.” She laughed. The sight of her smile made Emma’s heart flutter. “Mind if I come in? I brought pizza and some of those fruity drinks you mentioned the other day.”
“Oh, right.” Emma stepped to the side. “Come on in. Make yourself at home.”
She put the drinks in the fridge and the boxes on the counter. “Well, if you insist.”
Janis removed her hoodie to reveal a blue tank top that highlighted her cleavage and showcased her toned arms. Emma gulped. The outfit made her feel warm between her legs. Something so rare before meeting her.
“Uh,” Emma tried to hide her blush. “Hope you don’t mind the mess. I tried to clean up a bit, but Brad…”
“It’s no problem at all.” Janis looked around with a critical eye and started picking up Brad’s mess. Emma turned bright red and tried to stop her, but Janis held up a hand. “I said it’s no problem. We all need help from time to time.”
Emma felt the corner of her lip pull upward into a smile. How long had it been since she was with someone who actually cared about her? She nodded appreciatively and grabbed a vacuum from the closet. Janis washed Brad’s dishes while Emma vacuumed his crumbs off the couch and the carpet. The two of them talked as they worked. Since they met at the bar, they’d been talking online every day, but there was something different about talking to her in real life and knowing that they were in the same room together.
When they finished up, they washed their hands, cracked open a cold drink, and hopped on the sofa with their pizza. Janis lounged back and placed her arm along the back of the couch. Emma sat down next to her, leaving a little room between them. She was too nervous to try anything bold.
“So, what’re we watching?”
Emma pulled up the movie on the television. She wasn’t sure whether they should watch something sci-fi, since they both enjoyed the genre, or something more romantic. She ended up picking out a romantic sci-fi. Though she had the feeling that whatever she picked wouldn’t have mattered tonight.
“That’s definitely an interesting choice.” Janis playfully bumped her knee into Emma’s. “Better not fall asleep on me.”
Emma hit play. For the first few minutes, Janis would poke fun at the plot, making Emma laugh, but as the conversation progressed, it drifted into silence. Emma wasn’t sure whether she should make a move or wait to see if Janis would.
After a few more minutes of watching, Emma gently scootched over enough that their hips touched. And then placed her head on the other’s shoulder. Emma’s heart raced, wondering how Janis would respond. Her anxiety eased away when she felt a comforting arm wrap around her shoulder. Janis held her as Emma snuggled closer. Feeling her warmth and comfort. No words were said, but now they both knew of the other’s interest.
Neither of them was really watching the movie anymore. It was just background noise for them as they enjoyed each other’s touch. Emma snuggled even closer and casually placed her hand on Janis’s leg. Janis, in turn, slid her hand down to rest on Emma’s waist. Her thumb was just under Emma’s breast. It made her shiver at the touch.
Emma’s hand slowly made its way up Janis’s leg until she felt something she didn’t expect. Something stiff and shockingly large. She looked down to see an enormous bulge in Janis’s pant leg.
“Uh, what’s that?” Emma asked, surprised. She knew exactly what it was, but couldn’t believe it.
“Hm?” Janis smirked. “Oh, that. I’m just happy to see you.”
“But it’s so big.”
Janis shrugged. “I did say my past boyfriends were intimidated by my size. Guess I should’ve clarified I meant my cock’s size.”
Emma watched in awe as Janis undid the front of her pants and let her cock flop out. It was only half erect, but still twice the size of Brad’s.
“You can touch it if you want.”
Emma let Janis take her hand and guide it to her twitching cock. It felt strong and warm. Everything that Brad wasn’t. And Emma couldn’t help but stroke it. Her eyes widened as it grew at her touch. Each stroke made it throb in her hand as she made it get bigger and harder. Her hand could barely wrap around it when it finally reached full size.
“H-how…” Emma gulped. “How big is it?”
“Dunno.” She said unconcerned. Her hand slowly slid forward onto Emma’s stomach, thumb trailing under her breast. “Only small guys are insecure enough to measure.”
Emma’s breathing grew heavier. Everywhere Janis touched was like a fire that rekindled her heart. She continued to stroke the cock from base to tip, judging its length. Was it ten inches? Eleven? Maybe even a whole foot. She knew Brad was small, but this made his size seem small.
Still stroking with one hand, Emma looked up into Janis’s eyes. They were as blue as the sea and full of love, just as vast. She raised her head to kiss, but Janis pulled back. Their lips danced around one another, building the tension, until Janis finally kissed her. And that kiss shattered all barriers.
Their lips locked together. Tongues slipping into one another’s mouths. Like two fighters in the heat of battle. Janis was practically sucking the air from Emma’s lungs. Every break between kisses would leave them red in the face. Gasping for air before going back in for more.
Janis’s free hand wrapped under Emma’s knees, pulling them into her lap. The one on Emma’s waist crept down until it reached the front of her shorts. Janis expertly unbuttoned the shorts with one hand and slid into the soaked pair of panties.
Every movement made Emma whimper into the kiss. Brad had never touched anything down there except to stick his dick in, so she didn’t understand how good she was about to feel. Janis smiled as she felt Emma moan deeply into her.
Two slender fingers slowly swirled around her clit. Not touching, just agonizingly out of reach. It made Emma practically melt against her. Her fingers grew closer and closer, and then gently rubbed the clit itself. Barely touching, yet somehow each brush against it sent a shock of pleasure up her spine. Janis smiled, feeling Emma trembling in her arms.
Finally, her fingers pounced on the little bean. Firmly rubbing in quick little circles. That pushed Emma over the edge. A guttural moan broke their kiss as she squirmed with pleasure. Gasping for air. Her entire body lit up inside, feeling it build up with immense pressure until her thighs clamped together. Hot fluids gushed from her lower lips, soaking her already-wet panties.
“That…” Emma heaved a few deep breaths. “That felt incredible. I’ve never cum like that in my life!”
Janis responded by pressing their lips together and invading her mouth again.
Satisfied she was nice and wet, Janis yanked Emma’s shorts out from under her and tossed them away. They were lost somewhere on the floor as she pulled Emma’s camisole off between kisses. Their lips parted only a moment before locking back together.
With one hand, Janis reached behind and unhooked Emma’s bra. Her breasts jiggled a bit until the bra came free to reveal her erect nipples. Janis lightly trailed around a nipple with a lone finger, edging closer before circling away. Back and forth until Emma was heaving against her, when she couldn’t take it anymore, Janis gave it a quick flick, then a few firm squeezes, and moved to tease the other one.
The attack continued, switching back and forth between breasts. Janis could feel the drool running down between their mashing lips. Finally, Janis relented and pulled back. She placed a hand on Emma’s warm cheek and rubbed her thumb along her lower lip.
“What do you want, babe?” Janis whispered in her ear. Trailing long, sensual kisses down her neck, feeling it quiver in reply.
“I- I want y-your cock in m-me.” Her voice was a desperate whimper.
Janis gently eased Emma back on the couch as she continued placing kisses along her collarbone. She squeezed a breast as the trail of kisses went between them and down her stomach. The trail went lower and lower, down between her legs, but Janis stopped before she reached the clit. She pulled back and started placing kisses up the soft thigh.
“I didn’t hear you.” Again, before she reached the clit, she pulled back to place kisses up the other thigh.
“I w-want to feel y-you inside me.” She heaved breaths of air. “P-please.”
Janis smirked and slowly pulled back Emma’s panties to reveal her pink mound, overflowing with juices. It was practically begging to be pounded. But Janis didn’t indulge its pleas.
“Are you sure, babe?” Janis gently stroked her lower lip. “After all, this poor little pussy’s only experienced Brad’s little guy. I might break it.”
She slid her middle finger in and started thrusting. Emma hummed at her touch, surprised how one finger could feel so similar to Brad’s entire dick.
“I don’t care,” Emma whispered, face red. “I need you in me.”
“How can I say no to someone as cute as you?” Janis pulled her wet finger out and gave it a lick. Tasting the sweet nectar of Emma’s desires. She then crawled between the more petite girl’s legs and let her cock plop against her stomach with a solid thump. It was so big that the large bulbous head nearly reached Emma’s belly button.
Emma didn’t say anything, but her wide eyes and the fluids leaking between her legs said enough. Her lips were eager for Janis’s womanhood.
Janis grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it off, revealing she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her large breasts, too sizeable for any man to cup, only emphasized her superiority—the epitome of masculinity and femininity.
She didn’t bother to remove her leggings. They were left on as she used some of Emma’s excess fluids as lube. She dribbled it along Emma’s stomach and slid her cock back and forth in it. Making sure every vein and crevice was thoroughly coated.
Then, she pulled back until her enormous head pressed against the little hole. Janis gripped Emma’s waist and pushed in. Slowly stretching the tight hole in ways it never thought possible. Emma might’ve lost her virginity years ago, but Janis was big enough that it was like losing it all over again.
“HNNNg.” Emma clawed at the cushions, unable to breathe.
“You’re okay, babe.” Janis cooed and gently rubbed her stomach. Hand moving in small, soothing circles. “I know it’s a bit bigger than you’re used to, but I’ll be gentle.”
Emma gasped for air as Janis kept her hand on her stomach and pushed deeper. “Fuck! Uhhg! It’s so f-fucking big!”
“I know, babe, I know.” Janis grinned. “Just bear with me. It’ll feel excellent.”
Emma’s lips quivered around the cock as it sank into her, inch by inch. Reaching places that Brad could only dream of feeling. It caused so much pleasure that Emma found herself cumming twice before Janis finally hilted herself inside. The only sign of the cock was a visible bulge below her belly button.
The beast of a woman crawled over her prey. Hands placed on either side of the squirming woman’s face to gaze into the other’s eyes. But Emma saw past the calm, confident expression in her eyes to see the feeling behind them. When she looked into those eyes, she didn’t see a trophy reflected—an object for her own pleasure. Emma saw the passion, the care. Her great cock was for both of their pleasure.
“This is where the fun begins.”
Janis slid her cock out, stealing Emma’s breath from her lungs, and gently pushed it back in. Again and again, in and out. Slow, but unrelenting.
“Hhnnng…f-fuck- HUHHhh.”
“Told you it’d feel good.” Janis rammed her tongue down Emma’s throat and came back panting, breath so warm between them it was almost steam. “Your body’s making so many cute noises. But I think I can make them even cuter.”
Janis picked up her pace, turning Emma’s gasps into desperate moans. Fluids gushed around the ferocious cock as Emma’s lips clung to it. Feeling every inch of it, rearranging her insides. And yet it still wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to feel more of her new lover.
“J-Janis-” Emma wrapped her arms around Janis and pulled her face into the woman’s soft breasts. They bounced against her cheeks with each thrust. She felt the powerful muscles along Janis’s back flexing under her touch.
“Has Brad ever touched you here before?” Janis aimed her thrust upward to ram against the cluster of nerves for her clit.
“JaNNiss…” Her eyes crossed with pleasure, and her legs clamped around Janis’s hips as more of her fluids splattered across the sofa.
“I’m right here, Emma.” Janis cooed and ran a hand through the trembling woman’s hair. “I’ve got you.”
As the onslaught on Emma’s pussy continued, Janis’s calm demeanor slowly began to fall away. Her face flushed, her breathing grew heavy, and her eyes dimmed out of focus. Emma yelped as the taller woman collapsed against her.
The sofa began to shake as Janis’s hips threatened to break it with each thrust. All was quiet except the creaking of the couch and the clapping of bodies. Emma’s voice was muted as she moaned into the large breasts.
“I’m cumming, babe!”
Emma felt a searing heat between her legs. Janis gasped as her balls tightened, spewing her thick seed into the depths of Emma’s womb. Where her cream mixed with Emma’s nectar. Janis gave a few final thrusts, slow and hard, to milk every drop. There was so much that it started to gush around her cock.
Breathless, Janis slid her cock out with a wet pop and pinned it between their stomachs. The angry beast finally calmed down and went soft. The two women lay there gasping and panting in a sweaty pile of tangled limbs. On the television, the movie credits began to roll.
“So…” Emma breathed, still trying to catch her breath. “Want to…come over…next week?”
“Mm,” Janis mumbled. “I’m busy that day.”
Emma’s heart sank. “Oh…”
“But,” Emma perked up. “I’m free the week after that. Maybe we could actually watch a movie this time.”
“Why not both?” Emma leaned up and kissed Janis under the chin with a smile. “We could watch a movie, and then you could stuff me.”
Janis ran her fingers through Emma’s hair, massaging her scalp. “I very much like the sound of that.”
Keys began to jingle outside a moment before the door started shaking. Emma looked at the clock and saw it had already been a few hours. The game was over, and Brad had returned. He swore outside the door as he tried to force it open.
“Quick, get up!” Emma whispered, panicking. “He’ll catch us!”
“Is that such a bad thing?” Janis groaned. She was still too worn out from the night’s activities. “I mean, you could always stay with me.”
Before Emma could answer, the tall woman sat up and put on a calm face. Similar to the one she had earlier. However, Emma could still see the exhaustion in her eyes.
As the door barged open, Emma threw a blanket over them. It was a small one, but enough to cover them from the waist down. Emma tried to cover her chest with her arms while Janis went back to lounging with an arm across the back of the sofa.
“Emma? What’s that smell? It’s so strong and-” Brad froze at the sight of a gorgeous half-naked girl smiling at him.
“Hey.” She said simply.
Brad looked between the two of them, confused, though his eyes were too low to meet theirs. He eyed the clothes scattered all over the floor. Then it seemed to click.
“Oh, uh.” He looked away. “I didn’t expect you to have, uh, company.”
Janis zipped her pants and stood up without care that her breasts were out in full view. She picked her top off the floor and slipped it on as she walked towards the door. Emma couldn’t help but stare as it hugged her breasts. Breasts that she had just been pressed against her face a moment ago.
“I guess I should be going,” Janis smirked as she passed by Brad. He looked so small beside the giant of a woman. And now Emma knew he was in more ways than one. “See you on Strife tomorrow for the raid.”
Emma nodded. She didn’t trust she could keep the panic out of her voice.
Janis slammed the door behind her, leaving the two of them alone. For a long minute, neither of them spoke. Tension filled the air. Until it was pierced by the sound of Emma’s stomach growling. The pizza Janis brought had been forgotten amid their passion. Emma grabbed a slice of cold pizza and started eating.
“So…” Brad said awkwardly. “You’re into women, too.”
“It’s not what it looks like.” She flinched, hearing how fake that sounded. “I-”
“Look, it’s fine.” He sighed.
Emma’s mouth opened and closed, unsure if she heard him right. “It is?”
Brad approached her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He grabbed a breast, though his hand wasn’t quite big enough to properly cup it.
“You’re both girls, right?” He tried to sound nonchalant, but the little bulge in his pants gave away how he really felt. “So it’s not really cheating.”
Emma didn’t say anything. He’d never hurt her before, but since his temper had been slowly worsening, she didn’t want to risk it. Instead, she took another bite as she let him follow his own logic.
“I mean, mashing your clits together can’t feel as good as a dick. That’s just basic biology.”
She continued to eat, refusing to look at him. After the night she just had, she couldn’t entirely disagree. There were plenty of women who did prefer a clit over a dick, but not Emma. She needed a cock in her during sex. But what Brad didn’t know was that to Emma, his dick was too close to being a clit for her to enjoy it.
“Speaking of…” Brad let go of her and unzipped his pants. “Want to have real sex?”
Emma tried not to laugh at his size. Was he really that small? Had she seriously been satisfied the past five years with such a thing? Emma idly pinched it between finger and thumb and started stroking it.
“W-wait.” Brad moaned and pulled away. “I’ll cum too fast if you stroke it like that. I want to stick it in you first.”
Holding back a sigh, Emma pulled the blanket off and slid it under her. An attempt to cover up all the cum that had dribbled out of her lower lip. He didn’t seem to notice as he climbed between her legs and slid inside. Apparently, he was small enough that he didn’t feel how much Janis had stretched her out.
“Wow, Em.” He moaned. “You’re so wet. That girl really made you horny for me, huh?”
Emma held her pizza slice to the side as he humped into her. She almost took a bite but thought that’d be pushing it. After Janis, she couldn’t feel his dick anymore. His dick slipped out a couple of times before he finally came. And with his tiny load, some of Janis’s dribbled out as well. His eyes went wide, and Emma thought he figured out her secret.
“Uh,” He looked surprised. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum this much before. Guess you really got me going.”
“Yeah…” Emma giggled. “You came so much.”
He grinned at her, proud of what he thought he accomplished, and got off her. “Well, I think I should hit the hay. It was a long night at the bar. Our team-”
“I bet.” Emma grabbed another slice of pizza. Getting pounded that long really made a girl hungry. “See you tomorrow.”
“Oh, uh, yeah.” He yawned and wandered towards their bedroom. “Night.”
After the door closed, Emma stood up and found her muscles aching. The sign of a well-satisfied night. She limped to the kitchen, grabbed her clothes off the floor, and found Janis’s hoodie.
Emma picked it up and gave it a sniff. It smelled just like her. Still naked, she slipped it on. Janis was tall enough that the hoodie was massive on Emma. It hung off one shoulder, and the bottom almost reached her knees. The scent wafting from it made her wet again.
Happy with the gift from Janis, she entered the kitchen to put the pizza away. There, she noticed a box on the counter. The present Janis had brought with her. It was a long, narrow box with a purple bow on top and a little card taped to the side. Emma picked it up, feeling its surprising weight, and read the card.
In case you need me when I’m not there.
-Janis
Emma pulled the bow off and opened it. She smiled as she pulled out a large dildo in the shape of Janis’s cock. Every vein. Every crevice. It was a perfect replica.
Fluids ran down her thighs as she struggled to hold it in both hands. It was big enough to fit another pair of hands around it. Emma was dreading the next two weeks of waiting to feel Janis in her again, but now she could make do until then.
She pulled out her phone and started typing.
I’ll think of you every time I use it.
I know, babe.
The End.
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