Chapter 5 - Top for You
"You're different than I expected."
"Wish I could say I had any expectations at all."
"What does it feel like, to be a new person existing in a body and with memories that once belonged to a previous person?"
"It's all I've ever known. But...I don't think it's all that different from how you feel, as new Jenny. But not the same, I suppose. But I don't suppose I know how to articulate it. I'll think about that."
"Thanks. I um, well I'd like to feel close to you. More than, you know, how we just did. God you're hot?"
"Thanks Bestie but don't mention it, really. It was our second date. Let's not spoil the afterglow. I am wildly insecure." The last sentence is as candid as the rest, and Beth continues to look stoicly, placidly out over the desolation as though discussing the weather.
"Babe are you okay?"
"It's too soon...it's all too soon I guess. You and me. You and me. You and me, here and there. Us here, now. You know what I mean. Look around us. Look down. I wasn't kidding when I said I let you cum on me because we are probably going to die. I don't want to move too fast, but I also don't want to lose what we could have and go dying alone and unrequited."
"Let's focus on getting back alive. We can do it. We came this far. Maybe we can have that third date in a day or two and things will start to get to normal. We'll-"
"Jenny. If we survive this...I am not sure it's healthy for us to be together at all. Not for a while anyway. It's killing me to say that, because nothing would please me more than to be, well, to be your girl. To do what we just did, every night. To live and love together. To carry on where Jenny and Seth left off. But I am genuinely not Seth. I can't be. I won't be. And everything we have bonded over so far, it's been in a context of trauma. We might be great for each other but if we let this trauma contextualise our relationship then it will never be healthy."
"Are you...breaking up with me?"
"I am saying we are best friends that date. And I so desperately want more than that. But I so desperately want it to be solid, to last. You know it too, I know you do. Old Jenny would have said everything I'm saying."
"Are you chiding me?"
"You really are insecure."
"I must be because...are you chiding me?"
"No! I am speaking from a place of love, both philia and eros. Because I do. I can say it now. I love you, Jenny. That's something I know you want to hear. But I need you to know that it isn't a lover who said that to you. It is someone speaking to you as her very best friend that I could ever have, because that is the one thing of all that I know I can be. That we can be."
"Talking about this so soon after um, I ah, covered...you? is disorienting."
"You like what you see Miss?" Beth curtseys flirtatiously, smiling as she looks down at the congealed and drying layers upon layers of semen covering her exposed body and clothes.
"May I?" Jenny approaches, light step at a time, and slowly lifts a hand toward a cum crusted breast.
"Touch me." Beth speaks breathlessly, fluttering her eyelashes once more.
Jenny caringly, reverently handles Beth's breast. Hesitantly at first, unsure of what to make of the sensation of the cum, soon Jenny's handling is more assertive. She gently massages, making use of the wetness of the cum to slide her hand up and down on the underside of Beth's breast. She gently strokes the engorged nipples.
"Like cherries." Jenny looks at Beth's tits, admiringly, playfully. And then she puts her mouth over the nipple.
"Mmmm."
Jenny swirls her tongue around the nipple, gently pulling it in and caressing it with her tongue. Teasing with just the barest pressure from her teeth, playfully threatening to tighten the grasp. She kisses the nipple, sucking in with each kiss. She finds that her head begins to get fuzzy as that cum with the faint blackberry taste soaks into her stomach.
