Tom passionately kissed the beautiful, blonde woman he thought was Jill. Gently he slid his hands up and squeezed her breasts. She mumbled a soft, long moan through there kiss. Tom slowly drew back a few inches, concerned that he’d gone too far and maybe she wanted him to stop.
“Is this ok?” He asked, his hands still gently fondling her breasts.
Jill’s head was spinning with desire, but she also felt conflicted. Three days ago she had woken up not knowing who she was, since then she had pieced her life back together from the things in her apartment, but so many things didn’t make sense or just felt ‘wrong’.
When she met Tom she felt an instant connection, like she’d know him forever. She felt completely safe with him, and he was a good looking man, but something about them kissing felt strange.
And feeling his hand on her breasts. She liked it, a lot, but it also felt…awkward. That was the only way to describe it. She knew from her diary that she’d had boyfriend’s, so many boyfriends, and she knew from the things she’d read that she wasn’t shy. No, she was a strong, independent woman who had a veracious sexual appetite. Some of the things she had read had made her blush uncomfortably at first. Knowing that she was reading about herself, things that she had done, and not remembering it was strange, but it also was so informative of who she really was. She wished she could remember and be that person right now, but she felt timid about going further, like this was her very first time. At the same time she felt her body awakening in ways she didn’t understand. This all felt like NEW experiences and the aching desires stirring at the core of her being, made her want to go feel more.
She reached up and slowly slide Tom’s hand off of her breast, a hint of disappointment shown on Tom’s face as she started to rise. Still holding his hand she pulled him to his feet and wordlessly lead him towards the bedroom.
Tom followed the gorgeous, blonde as she lead him onward. They stopped in front of her bed and she turned and gave him a sly smile, leaning forward again to kiss him. His hand found their way to Jill’s breast and gave it a squeeze. She reached up and started up buttoning Tom’s shirt.
Encouraged, Tom started unbuttoning her blouse, his hands nearly shaking.
Soon both their shirts fell to the floor and they eagerly began kissing, their tongues intertwining passionately. Tom reached around and began to fumble to undo the clasps of Jill’s bra, which he managed to quickly undo.
Jill sighed with excitement as he slide the bra off her.
Tom glanced down at Jill’s large, perfect breasts in the hazy light cast from the open door. Jill felt a conflicting moment of self-consciousness and pride as Tom stared at her.
“Like what you see?” Jill teased.
“God yes.” Tom said looking up.
Jill felt butterflies in her stomach. Her body was on fire and she felt a desperate longing that need to be filled, but at the same time she felt like she didn’t know what she was doing? Her diaries told her that she was a wild cat, but right now she felt more like a kitten.
“Then I think you love this.” Jill said in a sultry voice as she reached behind her and unzipped the skirt she wore, letting it fall to the floor.
“Fake it, till you make it.” Jill thought as she stood before Tom wearing only her black panties. She felt her confidence rising, along with her excitement, looked at her awestruck.
Tom stepped forward and took Jill in his arms. Eagerly the two kissed, passionately. Jill felt Tom’s hands sliding over her nearly naked body, down her smooth back to her firm ass. Shivers of pleasure echoing throughout her being.
Eagerly Jill reached down for Tom’s belt and began to quickly unbuckle it, and within moments Tom pants dropped around his ankles.
“I think we might be more comfortable over here.” Jill said longingly, climbing up on the bed.
Tom did his best to keep his balance as he kicked his shoes off. He pulled his legs from his pants and quickly slide of his socks off.
“You can lose the underwear, too.” Jill said with a wicked smile.
“Maybe I am that girl from the dairies.” Jill thought as Tom slide his underwear off and started climbing onto the bed.
Jill’s eyes were fixed on his member. She had conflicting feelings of excitement and nervousness. “Have a really done this before?” She thought as he scooted closer to her.
“I’m acting like my diaries say I should, but is this really me? Am I still that same person or am I different now that I don’t remember anything before last three days?”
Tom leaned in kissing her. His hands moved to her breasts and his member brushed up against the inside of her thigh. He slide down and started kissing her breasts, then gentle, but with increasing intensity began sucking on her nipples.
Jill let out a gasp of pleasure as Tom skillfully teased her nipples. All of her conflicting fears evaporated and she knew this was exactly what she wanted. Tom slowly moved up and they began kissing her more and more passionately.
Jill’s hand, almost on its own, slowly slide down Tom’s waist. He gasped as she took his dick in her hand and stroked it.
Tom reached down to Jill’s panties and cautiously toughed down on them, testing to see if she was ready to move further. She let go of Tom’s manhood and quickly slide them all the way off.
Tom couldn’t believe he was about to have sex with James’ hot neighbor. She never showed any interest in Tom before. She could have her pick of any guy and she was out of Tom’s league, and he knew it. Tom thought of James and felt a tinge of sadness, knowing that this was clearly a pity fuck, helping Tom over the grief of his dead friend.
Tom would deal with these feelings later, for now he was naked in bed with the most beautiful woman he’d seen and didn’t stop to talk about his feelings.
“Do you have a condom?” Tom whispered, in anticipation.
Jill remembered back to when she woke up her and searching for clues about who she really was. She turned to her side of the bed, quickly pulling open a drawer that was fully of condoms and various sex toys. At the time she had wondered why she had needed so many condoms, but after reading the diary in the draw, those questions had been quickly answered.
She grabbed one and turned back eagerly to Tom with a smile holding one in her hand.
“Got one right here.” Jill said as she tore open the package and pulling out the condom.
Without a thought, the muscle memory of her life before she had used the medallion kicked in and she reached down expecting to find her own manhood. She froze for a moment in confusion.
“Why am I thinking I should be putting on a condom?” She wondered to herself.
To Tom it only appeared like she was pausing for a moment and was changing her position, until she looked over at him with a slight look of confusion on her face. She then smiled and said, “here you go”. Hand Tom the condom.
Tom accepted it and started putting it on.
Jill watched Tom slide on the condom, but she was still trouble by the thought that ‘she’ somehow normally would be the one wearing a condom. It was a strange thought, as she clearly didn’t have anything to put a condom on.
“Why would think I could wear a condom?” she wondered as Tom leaned in and began kissing her again. Soon all of her concerns again faded away as her longings increased.
It didn’t take long until she was on her back, her legs spread wide with Tom on top of her. Jill and Tom stared into one another eyes as Tom leaned forward. Jill felt Tom’s weight pressing against her, she felt a moment of resistance and then her body yielded to Tom, and he slowly slid all the way in.
“Oh god!” Jill moaned feeling herself being entered for the very first time.
Pushed over the edge, Jill felt an orgasm, the first she had ever felt as a woman, rocket throughout her body. She threw her arms around Tom and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in tightly, as she felt her body convulsing orgasmic pleasure.
