The music was so loud that James couldn't hear herself think. The sound quality was amazing though, James hadn't gone dancing that much as a man. It hadn't been his scene. Now things were different. She felt more self-confident than she had as a man. She wasn't any better at dancing, but with her tits and her ass, that really didn't matter. They had been here for "“ she wasn't sure exactly how long, but a couple of hours at least. The place was pretty crowed and guys kept finding excuses to bump into her.
She was sitting next to Erin and a guy came back with two drinks in his hands. "Hi I got your dirty Martini," he said handing Erin a drink. Then he turned to look at James and handed her drink, "and here's your 'Sex on the Beach'," his voice seemed to catch a little as he spoke.
James inhaled and pulled her shoulders back as she reached for the drink, "thanks babe." She said, smiling and winking at him. She glanced down as she took a sip. "Yummy" she purred. The pure sensual pleasure that played across her face was an invitation. She giggled and patted the seat next to her. The guy sat down so fast that James giggled and leaned away from him. They were seated in a circular kiosk. James slid across the seat towards Erin. The guy followed her trying to close the distance between them. James stopped when there was about a foot of personal space between her and Erin and she let the guy slide up next to her. James winked at Erin who was looking at her with more interest than she had shown in much of anything all night.
James turned towards the guy and leaned against him. She felt her breasts press against his arm and she moved her hand to rest on his thigh, sliding slowly up and down. She tilted her head back and he moved to kiss her. For the first time since the change she felt completely at home in a sexually situation. This was a man she was kissing, not another man. She felt no compunctions about her femininity. She honesty wasn't sure if she wanted to change back into her original body any more. What she was sure about was that she was happy as she was. She was finally coming to grips with the idea of staying a woman.
The kiss started softly, almost teasingly, but it transitioned quickly to a hungry almost pornographic clutch. James slid her hand up his thigh and squeezed his semi hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The guy's hand slid down first to her neck and then his right hand kept going until it gripped her breast through the fabric of her dress. James gasped but their dueling tongues swallowed the sound. She had just enough presence of mind left to reach over with her left hand stroke Erin's thigh. James felt her spread her legs slightly and ran her hand up her friend's leg. She didn't stop or pause sliding under Erin's skirt and stopping only when she could feel her panties. She began to stroke back and forth. Tiny movements really just a few millimeters, but continuous. Back and forth, she thought she heard something, but she felt Erin grab her wrist. She pulled James' hand tighter into her box. James found the edge of the material and snaked her fingers around it.
Erin was already slippery from watching James and her "date". The rubbing that James had done had fully aroused her, and she was debating ripping her clothes off where she sat when James fingers dived around the edge of her panties and slipped into her slit. James had none of the confused timidity when confronted with a pussy that so many of Erin's ex-boyfriends had had. She had sometimes wondered if they were afraid of "it". Whether from experience or some consequence of the change Erin didn't know, but either way, James was very "handy". Her breathing was speeding up and she threw her head back. Her vision narrowed and she tried to hold back, but succeeded only in dulling and prolonging the orgasm. Her knees snapped together and she grunted. Fuck Me she thought. James pulled her hand out when Erin's legs relaxed.
James broke the kiss with 'what's his name', took her wet fingers, and ran them over his lips. "'Dear sir'" she said in drunk falsetto accent she had modeled after a lady at a renaissance fair, "I have a proposal fur thee." He pulled back and looked at James with the dull eyes of the drunken, drugged, or highly sexed. "Me and my Lass here are gagging for a proper shag." She cocked her head toward Erin and smiled, "how's about the three of us get out of here and you show us what for?"
The guy didn't respond for moment. He didn't believe his ears. Erin was a stone cold fox, she paled in comparison to the goddess in front of him, and if he was to believe her, they both wanted him. It seemed way too good to be true, but then again what did he have to lose? He nodded jerkily and said "Now?" For their part the girls both smiled, Erin dreamily and James predatorily. Tonight was going to be a busy night for all of them. James laughed to herself no rest for the wicked and virtue is its own reward
