Eventually I ran out of film, and I collapsed beside her on the mattress with a lit joint.
“I’ve got some really good pictures here.” I said, passing her the joint, “You’ll see them tomorrow.”
Amber smiled and inhaled deeply. “Thanks for this evening.” Amber said, suddenly somber. “That made me feel a lot better. It was really kind of you.”
“What do you mean, ‘kind of me?’” I asked, accepting the joint and taking a couple of quick puffs, “You were great, and you do look really sexy right now.”
“I just wish that I had what you have.” She said, running her hand over her flat chest. “I wish I could touch myself and feel a woman’s body.”
I exhaling the fragrant smoke, I mused philosophically, “You know… you hold all of your potential in your body right now. All the changes you will undergo are dormant in your body at this instant.” I reached out and touched her breast, touching her tiny masculine nipples. “When you take estrogen these will start to swell, get more sensitive, and eventually grow into beautiful female breasts. You could even breast feed some day. And your future vagina will be made of what is between your legs now.” I gestured to her crotch and saw an unmistakable bulge. She followed my glance, and then our eyes met. I saw shame in hers, but as I looked tenderly into her dark eyes I saw her fear abate and be replaced with an unmistakable look of desire. The tension flared between us like an electrical pulse. I tossed the joint into a near-by ashtray. I reached out and ran my hand down her slim arm, sensing for her response. She inhaled sharply, and thrust her chest towards me slightly, arching her back seductively. I let my hand travel back up her front and rest on her breast. I moved my fingers down, kneading her nipple gently. She let out a soft, tortured moan. I bent forward and took her tiny nipple in my mouth, nibbling gently with my teeth, sucking with my lips. She responded so enthusiastically, she let out a groan, and stroked my hair. I raised my other to play with her other nipple, kneading the skin around the nipples as well. I couldn’t believe how hot this made me. I had always loved breasts, but male nipples were never something I concentrated on. I really felt like I was touching another woman’s body. Crazy as it may be, I felt that Amber’s breasts were there in spirit, that I was calling them into existence through her sensitive nipples. And I knew that Amber felt it too. I could tell by the way she was moving against me. Lying together, our legs entwined together and we rubbed against each other in a slow rhythm.
“Can you feel them?” I panted between nibbles, “Can you feel your breasts?”
“Oh yeah,” She panted, I can feel them, I can feel you sucking my firm round breasts. Oh yeah, I can feel them. Oh, they feel so real!”
“They are real,” I said, “they’re beautiful, oh, they’re so soft!”
I felt Amber’s hands come up and touch my own breasts. My breasts are very sensitive, and this drove me wild. She started to knead and twist my nipples to the same rhythm that my mouth and hands were moving on hers.
She moaned. “Oh your breasts are amazing, I wish mine were like yours, so silky and firm.”
I groaned in appreciation, and removed my mouth from her nipple, replacing it with my other hand. “ohhhh,” I moaned at the new stimulation “touch them as if they were your own, like one of your paintings.”
Amber let out a loud moan, and let her hands explore my breasts, cupping them, and stroking them, and tweaking the nipples. With my own hands I imitated her every movement on her own chest.
“Oh baby,” she sighed, looking into my eyes, “oh, my breasts, oh, they feel so good. Oh, I’ve waited so long, baby, oh they feel so good, they’re so sensitive, so big and round and firm. Oh.” Her soft, tantalizing touches aroused me beyond all comprehension, and I saw my need reflected in her almond-shaped eyes. Her full lips were parted and panting as her body writhed with feminine passion. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our bodies entwined, and we let or hands leave each other’s breasts to pull each other closer, our entire bodies pressing passionately together.
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