--Two Nights Later"NNNNNGgggggh" grunted Tamara as she pressed her face into the pillow, desperately trying to muffle the sound as she rode out her se...ond orgasm. One orgasm was just not enough to fall let her fall asleep now, so she found herself face down on the bed, her ass lifted slightly into the air by her knees as she swiftly rubbed her clit. Finally, she stopped coming and was able to relax to the bed. Rolling over onto her back, she focused on the ceiling until her breathing returned. Maybe it just looked smaller because her thighs had grown so much."I'd hit that," she whispered about herself, then realized that her voice sounded different than usual. She spoke aloud, and yes, her voice was higher pitched and, honestly, quite sexy. She wanted to fuck herself. She had turned into her own dream girl. This was great.Or, was it?What if the, huh, the… the Juice? The Nectar? What if the liquid had changed her permanently? She couldn't go to work looking like that.She snapped her. Her moaning increases and her breathingquickens. ?I don?twant to come this way. I want you to fuck me,? she moans. ?What makesyou think I was going to let you come?? I reply. ?Oh.? ?Stephanie,I don?t have any condoms.? ?I do. Theyare in my bag.? Freeing herfrom the blindfold of my shirt, I hand the bag to her. She pulls out a brandnew box of condoms, still in the drugstore bag. ?Are yougoing to put the blindfold back on me?? she asks. ?No, I wantyou to watch and I want to see your eyes.? She. It wasn’t planned, it just happened. It was fast and clumsy, and not romantic in any way. We both loved it, but it wasn’t the story you want to tell as your first time. What Julie now tells people was her first time, was actually our second time, it was much more romantic and intimate. We took our time and made it last, not just a rushed hump on the side of the bed. I decided to do something I never do. I would ask Julie for advice.I generally have a hard and fast rule that I never tell anyone.