I stepped out of the tub, drying myself with a towel before slipping into nothing but my night garments. I hurried to my room on quick steps. The moment I entered, I locked the door and jumped onto the bed, lying down, ready to touch myself. But there was something wrong I hadn't noticed at the time—I was too lost in thought.
I had been a man in my previous life. My greatest desire had been to become a woman, and now I was one. I was finally going to discover how women felt pleasure.
"I'm going to masturbate all day if no one bothers me."
I cupped my breasts; the nightgown made access easy. I was still a little surprised by their softness, the way they jiggled. I closed my eyes. My hands moved to the lower part of my breasts and squeezed.
"Ahhhhh~"
A moan escaped my lips. My nipples tightened, warmth spreading through my chest, and the urge to explore more grew stronger. I was only touching my breasts and it already felt so good.
"Whhh… ahh…"
I couldn't stop. I squeezed them, then pressed them in slow, circular motions. My breathing turned ragged and my body moved on its own. I pinched my nipples.
"Ouch!"
I had pinched too hard, yet the lingering sensation felt strangely good. Was I kinky? I pinched my nipples again, this time more gently.
"Aahh… god, this is—"
Suddenly I felt it—wetness down there. I pulled my legs apart and slid my hand lower. My fingers met the slick heat of my pussy. I saw the glistening juices stretching between my fingers.
I used to have a dick. Now I had my own pussy. I could take a dick inside me—a big, fat cock sliding in and out. How big was Aurelian? He seemed like the type who would pound me brutally, manhandle me. He looked like that. Would he? Why had I never asked him to do something? The thought made me even hornier.
I touched the folds of my pussy. "Ah—" Suddenly I pulled my hand away. I hadn't known a pussy could be this responsive. Pleasure felt entirely different for women. My legs weren't numb, yet they refused to move properly whenever I touched myself.
Just a small touch and the reaction was this intense. God, I was going to get addicted and lustful if I went all the way. I moved my hand down again, slowly rubbing my folds. The sensation intensified.
"Aaahhhhhh!"
I tried to hold back my moans, but I couldn't. It felt too incredible. Heat waves rolled through my body, making it hard to keep control. The pleasure spread everywhere. The difference between a man's pleasure and a woman's was massive.
"Ahha… huhhhh… ahhaa… waaa…"
I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. My pussy was all sticky, soft, and more juices kept flowing out. My fingers were soaked. If simply rubbing felt this good, what would it feel like to take a cock inside? Wait—something was building inside me, a bigger heatwave. I bit down on the pillow and picked up my pace, rubbing uncontrollably.
"Hmm… ahhah… aaa…"
My teeth vibrated against the pillow, but it was useless for holding back my voice. My legs moved on their own from the relentless rubbing, dragging slightly across the sheets, no longer under my command.
The heatwave grew bigger and bigger, the pleasure turning wild. I—I think—
"AHHHHHH… OHHH FUCKKK! I'M CUMMING!..."
I released the pillow and moaned loudly as I came hard, the sound loud enough to echo through the room. Juices gushed out; I think I squirted a little. A powerful heatwave burst inside me, the pleasure unbelievable. The aftershocks of coming so hard still lingered. Even though I wasn't doing anything now, it felt so good. I could tell I was sensitive, but I really wanted to go for another round.
Guess I'm lustful. I moved my hands down again, touching my pussy. A sharp sensation shot through me.
"Ouch... I'm so sensitive. Ahh… I didn't even slide my fingers inside."
But it really felt good even without sliding in, I couldn't lie. Then again, I was a little sexually frustrated. There was no choice but to wait, and besides, the pleasure was still lingering. This felt so alive.
Then suddenly I heard something like a stick falling onto the floor. In a heartbeat I jumped, sitting straight up as my hands instinctively flew to cover myself.
I saw Tamsin standing beside the balcony door. She was covering her mouth, looking away in embarrassment and disbelief. She must have been cleaning the balcony; I hadn't noticed. The sound had been the broomstick falling.
I was glad it was her. If it had been anyone else, I would have been in massive trouble.
I simply looked at her. She wouldn't tell anyone, but I could tell society had filled her mind with the idea that masturbation was impure for a woman. Didn't they have anything better to do? Why crush women's desires?
"Miss Lucia..."
Tamsin gathered her courage to speak.
"You of all people... You know what will happen if you get caught."
Tamsin said, finally meeting my eyes. It wasn't her fault for thinking this way. I knew she had her own desires—everyone did—but she was afraid to reveal them.
"I know... And they are wrong for doing such things."
I said without hesitation. Tamsin gave no reaction to that. She knew I was right.
"But it's bad," Tamsin said in a slow, hesitant voice.
"It's not. It's alright to feel this way. Why hide your true desires because of some old rules made by people with no brain power?"
I said with a calm and clear voice. Tamsin was stunned by my words. She didn't know how to react. She stood there in silence for a moment.
I could tell Tamsin hadn't tried masturbating yet; that was why she was acting this way. Hmm. I jumped off the bed and moved toward her. Her eyes shifted to me. She thought I was coming closer for a chat, but I had something else in mind. I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bed.
The sudden force completely caught her off guard. I pushed her onto the bed and wrapped my arms around her.
"What are you doing, Miss Lucia!?" Tamsin's words tumbled out quickly, though she kept her voice low.
"Shhhh!" I whispered in her ear.
"Have you tried masturbating before? I know you've at least thought about it…"
I whispered in a teasing voice that made Tamsin shiver inside, her mouth falling open. I cupped one of her breasts and held her firmly by the stomach.
"Ahh… W-what are you..."
Tamsin struggled to protest. I squeezed her breast and pressed in slow, circular motions. I felt her nipple tighten through the fabric.
"Ahh… ahhh…"
Tamsin moaned. She thought she was protesting, but she wasn't actually.
"Don't lie to yourself. It feels good, right?"
I whispered with a teasing tone. Tamsin's eyebrows curled up in pleasure. She didn't know how to respond. Suddenly I cupped both of her breasts.
"Ahha… wait... Please, Miss Lucia, you shouldn't–"
Tamsin said between moans. It didn't look like she wanted me to stop. She was enjoying this. I wanted to tease her more. I would stop in a moment… or maybe not.