It was the most erotic sex I could have imagined.Finally, I realized this:Oh, my god.I was her girl. - 4 - ... - Molly -Look, don't get me wrong. We were just having fun. It was a little kink.Neither one of us were ready for sex changes. We turned firecrackersinto dynamite in the bedroom.Isn't that what roleplay is for? A little diversion? I little spiceduring sex?Just to be sure, one day Andy asked me if I liked the guy role better.For. Exhausted I turned and lay down at her side. Spent, but wanting more.“Oh Blair baby, you’re fucking amazing.” I whispered to her, knowing she couldn’t hear a word.I lay on my side next to her. Imagining the sounds she would have made if she had been conscious for her first time. Would she be crying now? Or begging for me to ride her more?The next morning she awoke clothed on the arm chair, book in lap. “Sleep well’?” I had asked“Ugh.” she had said, wincing as she got up. “Not really. I’m aching. I asked her on WhatsApp about how much of a whore she'd been recently. She said she'd been fucked by some guy who ruined her in a London hotel. Then my phone went off, she'd sent a video... It was her getting fucked, hard on the table in the hotel room. Her firm E cups bouncing as he pounded her smooth, tight pussy. I was parked up in my car outside my flat, about 9pm so it was very dark. I turned the sound up and watched the video again. Her moans, I had never heard them before. My little cock. It caused aloss in speed but I was able to quick catch back up with them andmaintain their pace.We'd gotten about halfway through our run when I realized Aiden had beendead on with her theory. Instead of thinking about what cute outfit Iwanted to wear that day or the best way to make Angela squeal withbarely controlled desire, I was wholly focused on keeping pace with myfriends and overcoming the next obstacle in our path. It gave me a smallsense of hope that maybe I wouldn't turn into some.