My Girlfriend Got Me A Job 1 Feminization Caption

School was over… College was about to start, but I still had some time, ahh, perhaps a lot of time if I am being precise. So, when my workaholic girlfriend asked if I had any interest in a side gig that paid well, I gave the only logical answer. 

“Sure, why not? What’s it about though, Rena?” I asked, looking at her—wide blue eyes.

Rena brushed aside a few loose strands of brown hair that had fallen across her face. Her hair was short, just grazing her neck, and she usually let it fall freely.

“Ahhhhhh,” she mumbled, her expression showing she was thinking a little too hard about what to say.

“It’s just a little job in the hospitality sector. Our boss is actually really nice, and it’s not too tiring!” she added, that wide smile of hers clearly hiding something.

[“Hospitality? What do you mean—” I started, but before I could get my thoughts out, her lips pressed down on mine. I fell back onto the bed, like I’d been struck by Thor’s hammer—my eyes widening, then fluttering shut in the next instant.]

Her lips were soft and warm. I could feel her body heat through the kiss, the soft scent of strawberry slipping through as she pressed her lips tighter against mine. I lay sprawled across the bed, with Rena just above me, her thigh resting over my groin and her chest pressing against mine.

I couldn’t quite figure out which sensation was more intoxicating, her soft lips, her full chest, or maybe her thigh, which kept me from getting a full erection… You know what? Maybe it was all equally nice, because I wanted it all.

My eyes were closed shut, my mind completely blank. I loved it whenever she took the lead, but then, all of a sudden, she stopped.

She pulled back, looking down at my face, a wide smile spreading across her lips.

“You worry so much about small things,” she whispered, her voice low, as she poked my cheek with her finger.

Then, rhythmically tapping on my chest, she continued, “You’re getting good pay. You’ll have a good senior,” she said proudly, tapping her own chest. “What else could you need?”

“A description, perhaps…”

Rena let out a tired sigh. “If that’s what you want, then we can do this some other time,” she groaned in annoyance, climbing off my stomach.

“You can talk while we have—”

“No! I refuse to talk about my job while having sex! That’s stupid, and old fashioned,” Rena snapped back. “That’s what old people do, talk about work while spending time with their partner. It’s stupid.”

She looked at me with an annoyed expression. “Choose one thing, do you want a description…” Then, jumping back onto the bed beside me, she leaned in with a sultry tone, “Or do you want to enjoy your so-called time of life with me? I mean, life’s quite short, you know.”