Pre-Op Roommate Chapter 2

I've talked before about how my roommate stopped being Mark and turned into Marcie. It was an awkward time, until we were able to finally express our attraction for one another, after which things got very interesting indeed.

In the week or so that followed our first lovemaking, Marcie pleasured me more ways than I can count. I was still in a daze, after deciding that it didn't matter that the beautiful woman in my apartment had a penis, so I just kind of accepted what came. We slept in the same bed, and if she wasn't beneath the covers, sliding her lips up and down on my hard pole, she was taking me in her ass or using her strong, but gentle hands to stroke me. It had been quite a while since I had regular sex, but I got used to the attention really fast.

The question that was always in the back of my mind, though, was "how do I please her?" I knew plenty about pleasing women, but the equipment question was always there. I knew what pleased MY cock, but what could I do for hers?

The Saturday at the end of that week, we went out to breakfast at a nice restaurant, and I had a hard time keeping my hands off of her. She had on a short denim skirt, and a t-shirt that showed off her braless chest very well. She didn't really need a bra; she hadn't had any augmentation done on her chest, as yet, and while the hormones had given her some breasts, they were nice, manageable lumps on her chest with pronounced nipples. Her nipples were pointing at me across the table, and it was driving me crazy, as usual.

Marcie had picked a table outside, this particular morning, and with the service at this place being slow, and the breakfast rush not quite begun, we had a little privacy. It seemed like a good time to bring the subject of her pleasure up.

"Marcie?" I said, as I pushed my empty plate away, "There's something I've been meaning to talk about... this seems like a good time."

She looked at me, and her face just fell... tears started to form in her eyes, and I remembered just how sensitive she could be, on the hormones. I reached out, quickly, and took her hand.