OMG You're Cute: Bonus Chapter

One year had passed since that fateful night, and my life had taken a turn that I never could have imagined. I was now a proud member of the sorority, and now... six months into my transition. The hormone pills had worked wonders in a surprisingly short period of time, and my breasts had started to come in, soft and sensitive, but so cute.

I loved to wear tiny outfits, feeling the fabric against my skin, and guys were always staring at me. But I didn't care; I had everything I needed.

Kylie and I had been inseparable since that night. She had been my best friend... maybe my only friend for a while...

And my lover.

We had grown closer with each passing day, and our relationship had blossomed quickly into something beautiful... something intense.

Tonight, we were in Kylie's room, the door locked. The big annual Halloween party had already started, but we hadn't sauntered down yet. It wasn't super high on our priority list.

"Come here," Kylie whispered to me. She was lying on her bed, her legs spread wide, giving me an unmistakable view of her wet pussy through her thin white panties. I crawled onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs. I could feel the heat of her body and the wetness of her pussy through her panties.

Kylie reached out, her hands grabbing my hips, and pulled me closer until I was pressed against her. I could feel her breasts pressing against mine, her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of my top. She moaned softly: a sound that never failed to make me blush like an idiot. I had to try hard not to drool on her.

I leaned down, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Our tongues explored each other's mouths, tasting and teasing. Tongues tickling playfully. Her little giggles were so sweet. She deepened the kiss, her hands roaming over my body, cupping my ass, pulling me closer.

Suddenly, she broke the kiss and pushed me back gently. "Sit on my face," she said. "It's our one-year anniversary, technically--and I can't think of a better way to celebrate."

I hesitated for a moment, then carefully climbed onto her, straddling her face. I could feel her breath hot against my asshole, her tongue teasing my tight puckering hole through the thin fabric of my panties.

Kylie let out a moan, her hands gripping my thighs as she pulled me down, pressing her mouth firmly against my hole, now with my panties pulled aside. I gasped, the sensation of her tongue and lips sending waves of pleasure through me. I started to grind against her face, my hips moving in a rhythmic motion.

Of course I was hard. How could I not be?

"Jerk yourself off," she whispered. So I started to stroke myself. I couldn't believe how hard I was throbbing. "Cum on my chest while I eat you out."

I didn't last long. I spilled long, thick ropes of cum across her huge tits. I was still jealous of those huge tits, and she claimed she was jealous of my little ones.

She rolled me over, giggling. We were both giggling. Now, she had her ass and pussy hovering over my face. "Open up," she said. So I did.

I ate her out: her perfect, soft, warm, wet cunt felt so right against my mouth.

Kylie's body tensed, and I felt a gush of wetness against my face. She let out a cry, her hips bucking as she squirted, coating my face with her squirting warmth. I gasped, the sudden warmth and wetness surprising. Kylie moaned again. Her body trembled as she squirted a second time and then a third, like she always did. Once that levee was broken, there was no stopping her. The poor washing machine was surely too familiar with her wetness by this point.

She slumped forward, resting her cheek on my cock. I could feel her warm breath on my balls: a pleasant feeling. "We should really be getting to that party," I said, half out of breath.

"We could," she said. "But..."

"But what?" I asked.

"That fairy costume you wore last year."

"What about it?" I asked.

"Any chance you still have it?"

"Um, yeah. Should I wear it tonight?"

"You should wear it... now." She blushed, and then she jumped to her feet. "I got something for us to try."

I watched her skip across the room, going to her panties drawer. She pulled out a long black dildo, complete with long dangling straps.

"Is that..." I started.

"I want yo fuck you like a proper girl," she giggled. "And, well... I guess I have a bit of a fairy fetish. It's your fault. I didn't have it until I saw you last year in that adorable little costume."

I bit my lip. I was nervous. Sure, she'd fingered me a few times before, and we always ate each other out. But this was... more. This was the next level. She was going to fuck me--properly.

So I put on the fairy costume. I bent over. I held my breath. She came up behind me, the fairy costume hugging my curves tightly. I held my breath, anticipation and nervousness coursing through me. Kylie came up behind me, her hands running over my ass, squeezing and caressing. I could feel her breath on my skin.

"Ready for this, my little fairy?" she whispered. I nodded, unable to find my voice. She positioned the dildo at my entrance, rubbing the tip against my tight hole, teasing me.

"Relax," she murmured, pushing gently. I took a deep breath, trying to relax my muscles. The dildo slid in slowly, inch by inch, filling me completely. I gasped. Kylie held still for a moment, letting me adjust to the feeling.

"Fuck, you're so tight," she groaned, her hands gripping my hips tightly. She started to move, pulling out slowly and then pushing back in, each thrust sending waves of pleasure and maybe a little bit of pain through me. I moaned, the sensation intense and all-consuming.

Kylie picked up the pace, her hips slapping against my ass with each thrust. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, mingling with moans and gasps. She reached around, her hand finding my cock, stroking it in time with her thrusts.

"I want to feel you cum while I fuck you."

I reached down, my hand wrapping around her hand, stroking with her. The dual sensation of being filled and stroked sent me spiralling. I was moaning loudly--surely loud enough that people in the house would hear. But we didn't care.

"Shit," I moaned, my body tensing as pleasure built within me. "I'm close. So close."

"Cum for me, my little fairy girl," she moaned. "Cum all over my hand."

With a final stroke, I came, my body convulsing. I cried out, my cock pulsing as I spilled my seed onto Kylie's hand and the bed beneath us. Kylie moaned, her own body trembling as she had a sort of orgasm of her own. It wasn't an orgasm from physical rubbing or touching, but a sort of emotional one, from being so wrapped up in the moment.

As my body came down from the high, Kylie slowed her movements, her thrusts becoming gentle and soothing. She leaned over me, her titties pressing against my back, her lips finding the back of my neck, kissing and nibbling softly.

"Was that okay, my little fairy princess?" she whispered. I nodded, a soft smile playing on my lips.

"That was more than okay," I replied, my voice barely a whisper. "That was perfect."

Kylie pulled out slowly, the dildo sliding from my body, leaving me feeling empty and sensitive. There was a slightly embarrassing gushing noise, but she pretended not to notice. She helped me up, her arms wrapping around me, holding me close. We stayed like that for a while, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal.

Eventually, Kylie pulled back, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Now, how about we go to that party? I think we've earned a bit of fun, don't you?"

"Let's go," I said, taking her hand. "But only if you promise to keep me close all night."

"Always," she replied.