Girly Experiment: Bonus Chapter

The hostess smiled as she led us to our table, but I caught the way Erin’s eyes kept darting to me instead. She tried to play it cool—she always did—but I could see the faint pink in her cheeks and the little twitch of her fingers as she tucked her hair behind her ear for the fifth time in as many minutes.

Three months ago, I’d have been the one flustered, barely able to get through a sentence without tripping over my words. Now? I’d had time. Practice. Exploration. Alicia wasn’t just a disguise anymore—she was me. I think she was always me, but I had kept her hidden away. I was afraid of her—but not anymore. 

The silk dress I’d chosen clung to my body just right, the soft shimmer of my lip gloss catching every flicker of candlelight in the restaurant. I leaned across the table, resting my chin on my hand.

“You’re staring, Ms. Jacobs,” I teased, letting my voice slip into that warm tone I’d perfected.

Erin’s lips twitched into a smile she tried to bite back. “I am not.”

“You are,” I said, grinning. “I can tell because you do that thing with your mouth when you’re trying not to smile too much.”

“I do not do a thing with my mouth,” she protested, but her voice wobbled, and she was definitely smiling now.

I reached out and brushed her fingers with mine. “You’re cute when you get flustered.”

The role reversal wasn’t lost on either of us. Erin—my confident, teasing Erin—was the one fumbling her words now, her eyes darting down to her wine glass.

After dinner, we didn’t go back to some cramped dorm or a dingy apartment. We went home—to our penthouse suite. 

The city was glittering under us when we stepped out of the elevator and into our place—the one we bought together. Erin had been quiet the whole ride up, but not in the bad way—more like she was holding something in. We bought it after she sold her dating app, which I’d like to take credit for, somewhat, as the poster girl of the site. A few million dollars. Not bad for a couple of fresh grads. 

I slipped off my heels in the entryway, letting them fall where they landed. Erin’s gaze lingered as I straightened, her eyes tracking the curve of the silk dress down to where it skimmed mid-thigh.

“You keep staring,” I teased, my voice dipping low as I walked toward the kitchen.

“Because your bulge is showing,” she murmured, following.

“I thought you liked that,” I giggled. 

The kitchen was awash in the soft glow of the city lights spilling through the windows. I leaned over the counter to set down my clutch, making sure she had the perfect view down my top. My new boobies, paid for with website money. They were still a bit tender—but adorable. I was obsessed with them. When I turned, she was closer than I expected, her body just a breath from mine.

“You’ve gotten bold,” she said, almost accusing, but there was a smile on her fae. 

I brushed a hand down the front of her shirt, slowly, feeling her breath hitch under my touch. “Too bold? Do I… overwhelm you?” I brushed back a strand of fallen hair from her face.

For years, she was my dream girl. She still was. But now… I was her dream girl. And that felt so good—to be something that someone wanted so, so badly.

Her hands found my waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of my dress. She didn’t pull me closer right away—just held me there, her thumbs brushing lazy circles over my hips.

“You’re trouble,” she whispered.

“I thought you liked trouble,” I whispered back.

That broke her composure. She pulled me in, and the kiss landed hard enough to make my knees feel unsteady. She surely felt my hardness against her, pushing against the short skirt of that dress. It wasn’t long before her hand slid down to feel the contours of it. She liked to play with my tip—which is what she was doing now.

Her mouth was warm, insistent, tasting faintly of wine and the chocolate mousse we’d shared after dinner.

I kissed her back without hesitation, my hands sliding up into her hair, feeling the way she melted into me. The counter pressed against my back, but I barely noticed.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her forehead resting against mine. “God, Alicia… you’re going to ruin me.”

I smiled against her lips. “Guess it’s only fair. You ruined me first.”

And then she kissed me again, deeper this time, the world outside our windows fading until there was nothing left but the two of us.

She danced my skirt up, revealing my cock. “Are you not wearing panties?” she said. 

“I took them off at the park,” I said.

“Why?”

“Because you made me cum in them,” I reminded her. She turned red, as if suddenly remembering the cheeky little handjob she gave me behind the bushes. 

“Is there any left?” she asked.

“Girly… It’s pretty much endless,” I giggled.

She grinned, blushed, and slid down, her lips finding my cock. She sucked—elegant at first, but her lust for me soon stripped elegance away. She slurped and drooled on my shaft, spin dripping down my thighs. She let my cock into the back of her throat and even gagged on it.

I thrusted gently into her throat until I could tell I’d gone too far. Maybe I accidentally activated her gag reflex. Some fluid spilled on my cock. “Gross,” she said.

“Sorry,” I blushed. 

“You’re still horny like a guy,” she said. “I like that. Don’t change that.” She giggled, and then she swung herself onto my lap, hands on my shoulders. She peered into my eyes. “You can still fuck me like a guy,” she said. “And then I’ll fuck you like you are—a girl. Deal?”

I nodded my head.

She sat on my cock. She groaned. Warm juice spilled out of her. She bounced. 

She threw her head back and moaned. I watched her tiny tits bouncing ever so slightly, her nipples hard and poking outwards. I leaned in and sucked those perfect nipples. That made her cum.

Then it was my turn. She rolled me over and took out the strap-on: the new one we ordered online. The shaft was bigger than anything we’d used before. I held my breath. “Hold still,” she said, pinning me with both of her hands. She pushed in. God, it felt good. She thrusted slowly, sliding fully in and fully out. Every now and then, she made my bum let out a little ‘fart’ because she was pushing air into me. It was embarrassing, but she thought it was cute, so she kept doing it on purpose. “Stop it,” I moaned. 

“You like it,” she said, spanking me on the bum.

And then, after a few more thrusts, I came. I made a big sticky mess on the bed, so we swapped the sheets quickly before turning out the lights. She hit a button to make the curtains go down, making the whole room dark. That’s how she liked to sleep. “Another date tomorrow night?” she asked.

“Of course,” I said. We shared one last kiss before dozing off.