I woke up around midnight and realized that I'd drifted off to sleep while Bill was in the shower. He'd written me a note before he left.
It read, "Genevieve, I didn't wake you before I left. You looked so peaceful lying here sleeping after I showered. Thank you for an incredible evening baby. I'll cherish the memory of tonight forever. Hoping we can share many more evenings just like tonight. Love Bill."
I folded the note and put it on my nightstand. Before he left Bill had blown out the candles around my bedroom. The only light was coming from a small electric window candle across my room. I snuggled under the covers and drifted off to sleep again with the thoughts of a truly incredible evening with my new lover.
Wednesday is a short day for me. My first class isn't till one in the afternoon so I slept in until almost ten. It was still cloudy outside making it easier to stay in bed all warm and snuggly under my covers. I lay there thinking about the last four days and the five men I'd been intimate with. Reviewing in my mind what special qualities I'd discovered with each one.
Billy the waiter from the Manhattan deli was just an icebreaker. A quick fuck that satisfied a long burning desire to just have a cock inside me again. Kevin showed me that the transformed Genevieve could seduce a man and more importantly that I could deep throat even the biggest cock. Dick gave me a whole new understanding of what pleasures a man can bestow on his lover using his oral talents. The young one of the bunch, Steve proved that even at my age I could seduce a young stud, talk him into a totally aroused state and without even touching him have his cum shooting two feet above the tip of his cock. Then there is Bill, my married discreet lover. Perhaps the most incredible sex partner of the lot. His inexperience in giving head didn't detract from the awesome orgasms we'd shared. His staying power matched only by the amount and taste of his sweet nectar.
The anticipation of fucking Dick or Bill again excited me but the thought of Marsha and her lover Pete having me at the same time made me wish I'd gotten her number. I decided that if Marsha didn't call me before Friday night I'd stop by her shop over the weekend to let her know how interested I really was.
I finally got out of bed around half past ten. The clouds were beginning to break and slivers of sunshine were beaming down drying the wet streets. I stripped the bed and started a load of laundry while the water for my morning tea heated. After making my tea I returned to my bedroom and made up the bed with fresh bedding. I love the scent of fresh bedding. I thought it would be nice to be able to turn down my bed to reveal satin sheets sometime soon instead of the same old white cotton sheets I'm used to. I added satin bedding to my sensual shopping list. Once the washer had finished I retreated to my bathroom to shower and get ready for class. Part of the high maintenance of having waist length hair was regular treatments with massive amounts of conditioner. Entering the steamy shower with a bottle of my favorite hair treatment in one hand and my hairbrush in the other I let the hot water cascade over my body. On the days I treated my hair I would shampoo it first, apply the conditioner and let my long tresses soak while I bathed the rest of my body. I giggled when I realized that I'd have to add time every week or so to keep my trimmed landing strip of pussy hair under control. Being a sensually transformed woman did have its minor drawbacks.
While my hair soaked with conditioner I applied strawberry shower gel over the rest of my body my delicate hands covering every inch of soft skin. Of course my nipples reacted to the touch of my own hands becoming hard while I massaged the gel into my breasts. Before my transformation I'd often masturbated during my showers using my middle finger to massage my pussy until I came. Today I was feeling even more sensual and began rubbing the handle of my brush across my sensitive clit. My free hand slid down to spread the fleshy sleeve of skin covering it allowing direct contact with the brush handle. I can only assume that because of the increased amount of sexual activity over the past few days my clit was becoming even more sensitive to any touch, but the tingling deep inside my loins began almost immediately. I leaned back against the tile wall and placed one foot on the edge of the tub. Hot water cascaded onto my breasts and ran down over my abdomen. I slipped the brush handle between my lips and inside sliding my free hand up to squeeze my tits and pinch the hard nipples.
Closing my eyes I imagined one of my lovers being in the shower with me. The hard brush handle paled in comparison to the searing heat of a man's pulsating cock. It lacked the girth of a completely erect cock. It wouldn't fill my pussy with sweet sticky cum. Nonetheless I plunged that handle deep inside my pussy and brought myself to a quick frenzied satisfying climax.
I rinsed the conditioner from my hair and used the hairbrush as it was intended on my long tresses. I wrapped one towel around my hair and one around my body. Grabbing my teacup I headed to my bedroom to pick out what I'd wear today.
Before my transformation my normal routine was to put on white cotton panties and bra and then pick out what I'd cover them with. That process changed in that I now picked out what I'd wear and then decide what lingerie would best accentuate my body. I laughed to myself thinking even the smallest things change when you've been transformed.
I chose a pair of slinky black slacks and a deep maroon long sleeved sweater. This sweater fit my body like a glove unlike my old collection of sweaters that fit more like a burlap sack. It has a plunging vee neckline that I drew attention to by wearing a gold heart shaped pendant on a very thin gold chain. I selected a black satin thong, thigh highs, and three inch heels along with a black plunge bra that held me firmly in place but didn't squeeze my breasts together. I let my hair long and straight down my back. The sweater not only fit my body snuggly but also allowed easy viewing of the succulent open cleavage between my tits. Any normal red blooded male would look at that view and instantly imaging his cock resting in the space between my creamy orbs. A light jacket for the walk across campus completed my outfit for the day.
I grabbed my brief case, slipped my cell inside and headed for the English Lit department. It was early and I'd have time to finish some papers before my one o'clock class. Just as I stepped off my porch my cell phone rang. The caller ID was a number I didn't recognize. Perhaps it was Marsha calling to set up a meeting with me and her lover Pete, maybe it was Kevin calling from New York to invite me to come stay the weekend with him. I pressed the accept button and put it to my ear.
"Hello, Genevieve speaking." I answered.
"Gen, how are you?" The caller asked.
"I'm wonderful, who is calling please?" I asked not yet recognizing the voice on the other end.
"It's Dick Genevieve. I thought I'd give you a call since we haven't talked in a couple days." He responded.
"Oh Hi Dick, how is it?" I asked comically.
Dick didn't get it and asked, "How's what Gen?"
I of course quickly answered, "Your dick, Dick?" Pausing briefly between the noun and the proper noun.
He giggled and said, "You tell me babe." Turning the comical tables on me.
"As I recall it was wonderful Dick, but that was a couple days ago. I'm certain it's in need of some attention by now." I whispered suggestively.
"That's why I called you Gen I was thinking you and I could get together tonight." He said.
"What did you have in mind Dick?" I asked.
"How about drinks at the East Street Café after work then we could maybe go to my place?" He asked tentatively.
"I'd like that Dick, how about six at the East Street?" I suggested.
He replied, "Great Gen if I don't see you around the department this afternoon I'll see you at the café then." "I look forward to it Dick. Good-bye for now baby." I said ending the call.
My phone conversation with him lasted the entire time I was walking to the English Lit department. I closed my office door filled with anticipation of what the evening at his place might hold. My two classes that day were rather uneventful both being freshman students who were only beginning to understand the finer parts of Olde English Lit. The second class ended at four forty five. I normally would have been back to my flat by five but since the East Street is the opposite direction I stayed in my office and got some papers graded.
Since I knew full well what Dick was planning once we got to his place I decided to have a little fun with him while we were at the East Street. Before I left to meet him I removed my sweater and took off the plunge bra I'd worn. Slipping the snug dark colored sweater back over my body I took a look at my appearance in the mirror. My nipples showed quite nicely. They weren't hard, but still the tiny bumps would let me tease and tantalize Dick while we were sharing drinks and light conversation. I slipped on my jacket and slid my cell into one pocket. I could leave my brief case at work since I had a class first thing Thursday, and doubted that I'd have any time to grade papers tonight.
As I walked down East Street I let my jacket open allowing the cool late afternoon air take its effect on my nipples my long flowing hair trailing behind me. I could feel my nipples begin to harden and press seductively against the soft material of my sweater.
