Chapter 19

"What's it like," Linda asked softly, "with a teenager, darling?"

Ed ignored the question, or perhaps answered it, kissing her. Their tongues met and twined heatedly as they probed deeply into each other's mouths. She surged against him, trembling with eagerness as he ran his hands over the warm expanse of her slim young back.

"Damnit," she muttered, pulling suddenly back and looking down, "when I think of all the trouble I went to, all the damned hormones I took, to change this body I had back in creche." She smiled, giggling despite her seriousness. "The first time, I mean. And now look! Tits just like any other girl of sixteen. Oh, Ed ..."

Ed twisted a little, removing his hands from her back

and closing one over each of her breasts. They had had to go through a complicated rigamarole, even getting Sill to come over to the creche after all, to get her out of it. They had panted and fondled and kissed each other all the way back here, to his suite. They had crept down the hall like a pair of thieves, so no one would know they were here, and entered his apartment and locked the door. And gotten no further than his office, with the bedroom door only a few feet away.

"Nice," he said, palming her hard young breasts and letting her feel his hands hard against her tight little nipples. "Nice. I like them. I love them. I love you."

"Ed . . . I'll start taking hormones tomorrow. I know you. You like big jugs, and I'll have them for you again. I . . ."

He closed her. mouth with his, dropping his hands to cup and clutch the very firm, very round cheeks of her bottom while he kissed her.

"Later, maybe," he murmured into her upturned mouth. "Some other time. Right now let's forget it. I love you. I love your body. I love your being this way. Lord, I'm nearly thirty ... think how nice it is for a man to have a teenage body like this . . . with a woman's brain aboard! Men always think they'd like to have some little gal to raise up their way, a nymphet to bed and play with and so on. But god, how many men could stand a silly damned sixteen-year-old girl?"

He shook his head. "That's what they forget, that's what they overlook when they check out at the teenaged-looking models and starlets. Thank god you've got your memory back . . . you're the same Linda, but with a whole new body." He laughed. "And that's fun" he said, squeezing her buttocks again.

"Oh Ed, Ed," she said, nuzzling his bare chest; her

fingers were swiftly undressing him. Her hand slipped within his pants even before they fell, circling and fondling his erected penis. She edged it out and lunged against him, pressing it against her loins, squirming her hips and moaning dehghtedly at the hot hard contact.

In about two minutes they were both naked.

But as Ed started for the bedroom she tugged him back. Rising on her toes, she spread her legs, gripping him between her thighs as the rigid cock rubbed her vulva. Her tightly youthful breasts crushed themselves against his chest. She wriggled, thrilling to the movements of his hands over her body. IBs big hand pressed firmly against her buttocks, holding her in place as his penis thrust rhythmically against the warmth of her pubic area and his passionate breath gusted into her open mouth.

Pulling her mouth free, she clung to him, pressing her hot cheek to his. "Oh, darling! That feels so good, so big! Rub it harder, harder ... let me feel it!"

When he did, she squealed with delight at her erotic imprisonment. He held her firmly with one arm around her so-slim young waist—would he ever grow accustomed to the delight of this superfirm, superlithe and so young body, housing the mind of his Linda?

Half turning her, he cupped the taut mound of one breast. He molded the pliant flesh, feeling the nipple spear out into his palm. Her little hand drifted down and gripped his erection possessively, pumping it gendy with a steady motion.

His hand slid over the satiny smoothness of her belly, a flat plane of muscle-toned flesh, dehghtful in its youthful tightness. She opened her legs to let his fingers slip between them. They stood there quietly in the lightless office, breathing heavily, while she caressed the

hand that caressed her belly and the soft, soft hps of her vulva.

She drew in her breath sharply when his finger probed suddenly into her vagina. Thrusting her hips forward to impale herself on it, she dropped her hand from bis, enjoying the intimate possession of her body.

He withdrew his finger from her cunt slowly, running bis palm back up her nakedness, again defighting in the tactile sensation of this new body. He started to turn, to lead her into bis bedroom while their ardent hands continued exploring each other's bodies. But again she tugged him, to a stop.

"No," she whispered. "Here ... I can't wait, Ed. I want it now. I need it now."

"We're just a few steps away, baby," he breathed into her ear.

"It's too far," she said, and she clung to him, lifting her feet from the floor, forcing him to stop. They sank down. In moments, her anxious fingers and his thrusting buttocks had succeeded in driving his cock past the sparse fringe of hair, past the soft, sucking little hps, and deep into the warmth and wetness of her anxious cunt.

"Ahhh," she gasped, tin-owing her head back and closing her eyes as she grasped her own breasts, poking straight up even while she lay on her back.

"Ah, god, that's so good, so good darling ... it's been so long! Oh no, we can't go in there, not yet! Just here, darling, right here on the floor, the rug's soft. Fuck me here, darling, and then we'll go to bed." She opened her eyes to smile at him, flashing her teeth in a deliberately lascivious grin. "Then Fll suck you into another erection and have you in me again?'

There was no resisting her, no resisting the fervor of her voice or the heated fervor of the snug cunt hps that

closed around his penis. Nor was there any way he could resist the new body that was hers; a body that would change with each passing month, slowly, because it was not yet through maturing. He wondered: would he "let" her take those hormones, or would it be fun, in this world of women who adjusted their bodies at will—and usually to voluptuousness—to retain mis girl-woman with breasts his hands could just cover and grasp?

But he would worry about that later.

Right now, on the rug on the floor of his office, he smiled down at her, gathered himself, and lunged forward. He sank it in to the hilt, smiling at her delighted outcry as his cock vanished into the wet and warm pulp of her interior. Her arms sprang up to enwrap him tightly. Her thighs rose to snug against his hips. Interlocked in love's ancient embrace, he plunged into the hot little nest of her sexuality until he was engulfed to his swollen balls.

Then, digging in against the rug with his toes, he flailed her body with his, whipping and driving in and out of her with all the power and speed he could bring to bear.

She was screaming out her orgasm even before his own arrived, to send wave after wave of hot semen gushing into the vagina that wanted it—and much, much more.

It was the first of many, many such times and climaxes, and neither of them ever got quite enough. But they kept trying.