Don't Blame Me I'm A Martian-10

Don’t Blame Me I’m a Martian-10

Chapter 10

It’s so good, I’m drifting in this haze that just is like this…I don’t know it’s that foggy place in dreams like you see on TV. I’m in this hotel room and it’s nice and it’s there’s some soft music playing and I’m in a silk teddy and I hear. “Hey beautiful…” it comes from Kaylee coming out of the bathroom in this skimpy sexy set of lingerie and that’s it.

I look a round a little confused and she smiles and slides up and kisses me and there’s this feeling of lipstick? On lipstick as she kisses me and I’m smelling her arousal just barely underneath her Juicy perfume.

It’s so awesome I’m getting really rock hard and she’s grinding her crotch into mine. Her beautifully made up eyes widen and then she smiles. She’s got such a sexy smile and her hands run over my body making me shiver in a good way… this whole girly skin might not be so bad.

Her hands come up and they cup my breasts and she feels them playing her hands, her palms gently over the skin and she plays with my nipples and squeezes…

“Oh Kaylee…oh…fff…!” is about all I get out my voice climbing higher and I cum in hot powerful torrents…

Then I wake up.
My hands on my starter boobs and I’m breathless, kinda stunned and giddy.
And…
Sticky…

I’d be all sort of freaked right now but I’m not sure just how I should feel. I feel good and I’ve had a wet dream a time or two but this took the cake for me.

I’m just lying there and my hands are still there and I give them a gentle squeeze…oh…and I run my palms in circles over them…oh…Then I slip my nipples that are sticking up so much more than before between my middle finger and ring finger and cup my hand, squeeze my boob and it traps the nipple just so them slides off sort of plucking at them…

“Oh…Oh…god…”

It’s almost roll the eyes in back of your head good…I can’t describe the delicate sensual sensitivity…there’s no feeling that compares to the feeling of my breasts, not in my male experiences…but so connected to me too…The better it gets the more I fondling and play with myself the more hard I get…until I get past the point of no return and get off without me even touching myself.

I get “There.” one more time even before I’m panting and spent and instead of my boobs feeling so good they’re settling into the ache and throb that comes with starter boobs.

I get up and it’s early evening, I slept the entire day pretty much. I get up and I’m really embarrassed even though I’m all alone and I wait until I’m pretty sure not that many of the relatives are around and I bag my bed clothes and head off to the laundry and the showers.

I’m doing my laundry and then into the showers, we have separate hot water heaters for the laundry and the shower area. I slip into just some track pants and I’m trying to figure out why my bra is pinching when Hill comes in.

“Problems?”

“Yeah it’s pinching me and they’re sore enough as it is.”

“Ow…I sympathize, I remember that, here let me see.”

I move over and turn my back to her and she unhooks me. I lean back a bit. “No date?”

“No, I’m laying off dating for awhile, the guys around here are either tourist guys who pretty much want one thing and are full of themselves or there’s the local guys who think this is where they’re filming the jersey shore and think that they’re gods gift to women.”

“So how’s that different from the college guys?”

“It’s not a whole lot but there are some guys not like that or so the rumors say. I’ll say this little bro…getting to talk to you and pick you’re brain about guys kinda has me looking at what I want a lot differently.”

“What you want a guy with boobs?”

“No…eeew, I’m not lez, not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

“Good, I think my future girlfriend or more will kinda have to be or leaning that way.”

She adjusts my straps and stuff that I never paid attention to the first time around and stuff. “Uhm Dylan?”

“Yeah Hill?”

“You’re getting bigger.”

“Bigger?”

She reaches over and cups my boobs in her hands. “Bigger.”

“Oh dammit.”

“Looks like you’re going to be one of the Oh Wow girls.”

“I’m not a girl Hill, but what do you mean?

“You know the girls you see at the end of the years and they’re a carpenters dream and then you see them after summer break and they’ve grown so much up top everyone’s going Oh Wow.”

“Oh that’s just great.”

“Yeah…you’re likely going to be hitting a low B to mid B cup by the time that school hits.”

“Great anything else?”

“You’re getting a little bubble but and a bit hippy.”

“Hippy?”

She moves her hands and takes mine and places them on my waist and then slides them down and there’s a flaring there going on now…more that what I had.

“Okay…I guess, shit…shit…shit… shit…”

“Hey language young lady.”

“Bite me. Mom’s not here.”

“I’m sorry Dylan I can’t imagine changing like that, well I guess I mean the other way. I’d freak if my boobs shrank and I put on like muscles and got all like hairy and stuff.”

“Yeah I’m just lucky nothing’s started to like shrink or stuff.”

“Like?”

I use both thumbs to point to my crotch.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh yeah, every things the same down there….but…”

“But what?”

“This goes nowhere got it.”

“Fine, fine got it. I swear.”

“I had a wet dream uhm because of these things.”

“Okay, I guess that’s natural…sorta…”

“Hill, I kept going.”

“Kept going?”

“Twice before I stopped because the girls were getting tender.”

“Oh…Oh….shit…you…?”

“Yeah, I apparently some of my equipment acts like yours and keeps going strong afterwards.”

“Whoa….”

“Yeah, seriously Whoa.”

“Wow, you do find a girl that’s into it then she’s gonna be a lucky girl?”

Okay I can’t help but to turn red and blush at that. “Hill…”

“It could be a symptom though, like it’s changing too.”

“Oh fuck…”

“Hey, it’s not that bad, being a girl’s awesome a lot of the time.”

“Uh-huh, not really.”

“What do you mean not really?”

“Shaving, clothes, periods, getting pregnant, me maybe starting to like guys, there a whole huge list of crap.”

“Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Starting to like guys?”

“Hell no!”

“Okay….just asking. I think you should talk to Mom and Dad and maybe the doctors again.”

“Hell with that, I’m done playing voodoo doll. If it does start to happen and I start turning into a girl I’ll be okay…”

“Dylan…”

“No Hill, I’ve got you and Mom to look up to, I’ll be good. Besides you like being a girl right?”

“Yeah, love it most of the time.”

“Most of the time?”

“Yeah, y’know…shaving, cramps, bloating, tampons or pads, bleeding, men fucking with your heart and your head, birth control….” She’s grinning at me. I’m smiling back and we hug.

“Hey Hill, you wanna help me with the rest of my stuff like showing me how to adjust stuff?”

“Sure, how bout that and a crash course in girl.”

“Uhm…”

“Look, even if you don’t use the stuff it’ll show you a lot more about girls.”

“Okay…What do I have to do?”

“Buy the food.”

“Okay…”

She leads me out to the sort of lounge area and sticks two fingers in her mouth and blasts out a whistle. “Hey guys, clear out. Girls! Go get your things, we’re having a slumber party! We’re going to give Dylan a super intense course in all things feminine, total girlymersion!”

Oh Crap.



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