The Novella Collection

by D. L. Savage

  “Lucy,” I said proudly. “My name is Doctor Lucy Edwards.”

  “Very good,” Carol said, still not twigging who I was ... who I used to be. She printed out the pass and I hung it around my neck, letting the name badge fall into place between my ample bosoms, which had grown over the last few days to around a C-cup; my final size, according to my calculations. My womb was now about fully developed, too.

  “Thanks Carol,” Stephen said, as the girl finally buzzed us in, the motorized glass doors to the upper levels, including those of the director’s office, sliding back with a soft hum.

  “Here goes nothing,” I whispered.

  And then Stephen and I both stepped through, into the sleek marble corridor beyond …

  * * *

  A few minutes later, I found myself standing in front of the full board of directors. The conference room was cold, airless and silent, the line of gloomy, craggy-faced old men looking grimly up at me, their dark suits as sombre as their faces. I looked from the face of Max, my old boss and before that college buddy, to the others — they clearly no longer recognized me, not a single one of them.

  Max was the first to speak.

  “Stephen, I thought Doctor Jonathan Edwards was joining us here today, I don’t believe I’ve been introduced to your new colleague here ...”

  The eyes of the old men all shifted across to me, and I felt an acute frustration of being talked about even though I was right there in the room with them. They obviously thought that Stephen was in charge here, simply because he was the man!

  Well, enough of that! I thought. It was about time to speak up, to finally say my piece and perhaps wipe the smug smiles off their craggy old male-chauvinist faces …

  “Actually Max,” I said, my voice cool and calm and composed, “I think you’ll find that we have met before …”

  His face floundered in confusion.

  “Whatever do you mean?” he sputtered.

  “We shared a room together at Harvard, back in ninety three. You had a signed poster of Cindy Crawford that you absolutely insisted on tacking to the wall, even though it probably ruined both our chances of getting laid. Remember me now?”

  “J-Jonathan?” he stammered, his face flushing, his mouth chewing with astonishment.

  You see, Max,” I continued, in exactly the same cool tone as before, “I am Doctor Edwards. The serum works. I know for a fact, because I took it myself.”

  At this, all the color drained from his face and his mouth fell open.

  It was the thing he’d always been skeptical of — his inability to believe that it would actually work in humans was the whole reason my research had been prematurely shut down in the first place.

  “So ... do you believe me now?” I said, unable to keep the wry smile off my face.

  * * *

  “So? Don’t keep me in suspense here! How did it go?” Jill asked, her voice positively bubbling with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

  We were back in Stephen’s car now, and he had his cellphone set to speakerphone, resting on his muscular thighs.

  “Great honey, really great. Doc was absolutely amazing! You should have seen the looks on their faces when she told him who she really was! It was freaking incredible!”

  He shot me a proud look, and as always, I felt my stomach flip with a silly, girly excitement. I couldn’t believe just quite how well everything had gone. I mean, I knew that there was still a hell of a long way to go before my research was fully complete — for instance, I was booked into the lab for the whole next month, for a series of tests and presentations, to prove beyond doubt that what I was saying was the absolute truth and not some sort of hoax. But I knew that the hardest part — getting the board to believe me in the first place — was at least behind me. Things were definitely looking up.

  With a fresh pang of sadness, I also knew that this meant I would have to start looking for a place of my own to live from now on; the truth was, I’d grown rather comfortable fitting in around Stephen and Jill, and had begun to relish their company. But at the same time, I knew that they needed their own space again, too. No, all good things must come to an end ...

  “Say,” I ventured, “I’d like to cook you both a thank you dinner tonight, at your apartment. A celebratory meal! What do you say?”

  “That sounds absolutely lovely!” Jill’s voice said, chirping happily from the cellphone’s speaker.

  I looked hopefully across to Stephen, and he shot me a big grin, his bright blue eyes shining, his sculpted jaw so straight and strong, his blonde hair full of sunlight.

  “I can’t wait,” he said, his low many voice again causing a flutter of girly excitement within me and, I have to admit, a horny yearning deep within me, too.

  “Let’s go home,” he said with a smile, oblivious to the sadness these words caused in me, knowing that soon, very soon, their apartment and their perfect life, would no longer be mine …

  * * *

  “Another glass of wine?” Jill asked, holding out the half-empty bottle of Chardonnay.

  I smiled and nodded, watching her refill my glass, feeling the warm buzz of alcohol deep in my veins; this was the third bottle of wine we’d demolished, and now it was almost empty, too.

  The dinner had gone surprisingly well. I’d decided to cook one of my trusty old favorites: a simple rich pasta dish with sausage and tomato and peppers and anchovies. I’d done it to perfection, too, and I smiled proudly to myself, savoring a deep satisfaction at the thought of pleasing two of my favorite people in the world. I looked at Stephen and Jill and realized that they were perhaps my two best friends, and certainly now my only real friends as Lucy.

  “I’m certainly gonna miss you guys,” I said, a note of genuine sadness and honesty in my voice.

  “Hey, we’re gonna miss you too,” Jill said, smiling warmly back at me. “It’s been so nice to have another girl around!”

  “Tell me about it!” Stephen said with a cheeky smile and a wink.

  “Hey!” Jill said, digging him playfully in the ribs. But she was smiling too, and I laughed, enjoying their antics.

  I stood up and began to clear away their empty plates, to carry them out to the kitchen, but Jill stopped me, putting her soft warm hand on top of mine, her touch sending a little electric shiver around my body.

  “Leave those for now,” she said. “Let’s have some fun tonight. The dishes can wait till morning …”

  So we all went through to the living room, drinking the last of the wine, laughing and talking and joking.

  We were all pretty drunk by now, and Jill put on some slow r’n’b music on the music, standing before us in the low light of the living room, dancing away, winding her body sexily before us.

  “Come dance with me!” she said.

  At first I thought she was talking to Stephen, but I realized with a jolt that she was in fact talking to me. There was something about her gaze, too, a strange intensity to it, which I found I just couldn’t resist.

  So I got up a little nervously from my seat, approaching Jill, my body beginning to slink and sway in time to the sexy, sultry music, my eyes locked firmly onto hers. It was as if she had me in her tractor beam; there was nothing I could do except move towards her, closer and closer, until my body was only inches from hers, both of us dancing now to the grinding, propulsive beat, our hips swaying, our tight-fitting dresses showing off every last inch of our sexy, feminine curves.

  Jill stepped even closer, so that her breasts softly grazed against mine as we danced, and I could feel the sweet warmth of her breath too, her lips so tantalizingly full and glossy, parted in a sexy smile as she reached out, her fingers slipping around my waist, then down, over my buttocks, cupping my ass as she pushed herself firmly against me, grinding the soft mound of her pussy right against mine.

  I darted a nervous look at Stephen, wondering if he’d mind what was happening, but the devilish grin on his face told me that in fact the opposite was true. For a brief moment
of lucidity, I wondered if this was in fact something they’d both planned — had they perhaps both talked about their own attractions to me, and decided to act on them together, as a couple? Or was this just a spontaneous thing; a sexy little moment that we all seemed to be enjoying?

  All I knew was that I was attracted to both of them, and it seemed as if the feeling was mutual. Stephen obviously had no problem with Jill running her hands all over my body, her fingers moving up now, finding my breasts, her palms softly brushing the soft bumps of my stiffening nipples beneath the flimsy fabric of my dress. My own hands had moved to Jill’s ass, too, my fingers just brushing that bare inch of flesh below the hem of her dress, tugging it up, feeling the soft warm smoothness of her bare buttocks beneath …

  She leant in and kissed me, pressing her full sensuous lips firmly against mine and I melted with a deep shiver, sighing, closing my eyes, dissolving now from the honey-like warmth and softness of her utterly feminine kiss. It was absolutely delicious; both of us so soft, so completely female, lost in our own sensuous pleasures, our tight young bodies grinding urgently against each other, our mouths pressed passionately together, our tongues flicking like snakes in and out of each others’ mouths.

  And then, with a deep shudder of both pleasure and surprise, I felt a second set of hands on my body too, from behind …

  * * *

  As I continued to kiss Jill, I felt Stephen’s hot breath flicker against my neck as he leant in and kissed it, his hands moving eagerly around my waist, then tugging up my dress, uncovering my thong-clad ass beneath. I felt one of his hot, rough hands slip quickly between my legs from behind, gently stroking the swollen softness of my pussy lips through my flimsy panties, while his tongue traced electric circles on the goose-bumped flesh of my neck, while Jill continued to kiss me passionately, playing with my tender little breasts.

  I parted my legs, feeling Stephen’s fingers tracing back and forth against my swelling pussy lips, the tingling bean of my clit above now engorging with blood as he continued to toy with my dampening cunt. I whimpered a little, stuffing my tongue eagerly into Jill’s urgent mouth, as I felt his fingers pull the gusset of my panties roughly to one side, his fingers now slipping easily into my hot gooey hole.

  “God, you’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, his lips grazing deliciously against my neck, his fingers slipping in and out of my sopping hole in a fast, rhythmic motion.

  Jill, meanwhile, had pulled away from our kiss, her attention now focused fully on my breasts. She was tugging eagerly at the front of my dress, pulling the straps of my dress and bra off my slender shoulders with trembling fingers, then finally scooping my small breasts free, my flesh so utterly pale and sensitive, my nipples quickly stiffening into two small, dark puckered buds at her touch.

  She bowed her head, parting her sensuous lips once more as her mouth tenderly enclosed my stiff left nipple. I could feel her tongue flickering in her mouth, tracing in delicious movements across my hard little nub.

  I moaned softly, savoring the feeling of these two lovers both working on me at once, both focusing on my body’s many pleasures, Jill nuzzling my breasts and Stephen roughly finger-fucking me from behind. I felt so utterly on fire with lust and desire, and I have to tell you, my sensations of pleasure were so very much more intense, so much more heightened now than anything I’d ever felt as a man.

  Back then, during the few times I’d ever got lucky with a girl, pretty much all my focus was on my dick itself — on getting hard and wanting to slam it in and out until I quickly shot my load. But this was so different, so much slower and more sensual. It was as if my whole body was one big erogenous zone.

  As Stephen worked my pussy and Jill sucked and lapped at my tingling nipples, I felt the delicious sensations shivering all over my skin, swarming in my belly, shooting up and down my spine, tingling across my scalp. It was as if I was completely on fire with my own pleasures, my own lusts, and I shivered and shuddered and moaned, feeling Stephen’s thick fingers slipping in and out of my tight pussy hole, my juices beginning to run down the insides of my thighs, my clit throbbing in time with the low, sweet orgasmic sensations that were building up inside me.

  The feeling began to grow more and more intense, building at the pit of my stomach, almost like a pain, and I felt myself beginning to lose control of my actions. Stephen and Jill were completely in control of me now, both of them wanting nothing more than to make me cum, trying their hardest to increase these already incredibly intense sensations. And they knew just what they were doing.

  With a final shudder and moan I felt myself begin to orgasm, my brain flashing an intense, electric white with pleasure, my pussy clenching and spasming against Stephen’s thick rough fingers, my hips bucking and my buttocks quivering.

  And then something else happened which caught me completely off guard ...

  With a jolt of surprise, I heard a slopping, hissing sound coming from my groin, and I looked down just in time to watch Stephen’s fingers pulling out of my pussy just as a hard clear jet of liquid squirted firmly from it.

  I closed my eyes once more, lost again within my pleasure, my orgasm now escaping my lips as a low feminine moan, my knees trembling and my pussy squirting its fluids, Jill’s sensuous mouth still firmly clamped to my breasts, teasing out every last drop of sensation and pleasure from my tingling little buds. As she lapped and licked, her fingers moved to my pussy, softly teasing and rubbing my incredibly swollen clit through the silky gusset of my thong.

  “Oh fuck!” I squealed, not sure how much more of this I could take.

  My eyes moved down to Stephen’s body, in particular to the prominent bulge that was so visible there between his legs, straining at the fly of his jeans. My fingers moved to it, kneading his hot hard cock through the rough blue denim and he groaned, spinning me round, his mouth now pressing against mine, his tongue slipping between my lips, sending me into a fresh state of ecstasy.

  Then he pulled away.

  I whimpered, wanting nothing more than to taste him again.

  “Let’s take this through to the bedroom …” he murmured, his hungry eyes moving from me to Jill then back again, completely in control of the proceedings.

  “Good idea,” Jill replied.

  And so I followed the horny couple through to the bedroom, my body utterly aflame with desire, my lust now at a fever-pitch …

  * * *

  Stephen got undressed first, peeling off his snugly fitting cotton dress shirt, then t-shirt, uncovering his toned, sculpted and deliciously tanned body beneath. The sight of his perfect pecs and six-pack abs got my stomach fluttering and my pussy throbbing all over again. He began to unbutton his jeans, slipping them down his thick muscular thighs, the simple white cotton briefs beneath doing little to disguise the delicious meatyness of his swollen package.

  My eyes shifted across to Jill, who had already pulled off her dress. She was wearing nothing but a pretty pink thong with matching bra. I pulled my own dress over my head, feeling a shiver of anticipation as the cool air met my bare goosebumped skin beneath, and by the time I’d pulled it fully over my head, Stephen was completely naked, his cock so impossibly hard and thick looking between his legs that it took my breath away.

  His balls were big and shaven, and his hair was cropped into a neat little rectangle. His shaft itself was so smooth and thick and pink, with a nice big cock head, a delicious pearly pink color.

  He jumped onto the bed, unable to keep the grin off his face at the sight of these two beautiful ladies, both eager to explore his toned muscular body with their hands and mouths. He lay back, his own hands now resting behind his head, his body like that of a male model’s, his meaty cock twitching in anticipation, there between his big toned thighs.

  Jill was the first to fall on it, crawling towards him on all fours, her perfect ass in the air, her back arched like a cat’s. With a soft sigh, she leant forward, engulfing Stephen’s cock between her glossy, sensual lips, her ass still thrust h
igh in the air, her most private parts covered only by the flimsy pink strip of her thong.

  I too crawled onto the bed, at first focusing my attention on Jill’s enticing ass and pussy, knowing that soon, very soon, it would be my turn to take a taste of Stephen’s delicious-looking cock, too. As she began to suck away at Stephen’s impressive tool, massaging his big pink balls as she worked his shaft and head with her mouth, I parted her firm ass cheeks, bringing my own mouth down towards them, kissing the tanned smooth flesh of her butt, flicking my tongue across her velvety-soft skin, my kisses moving downwards towards the damp swollen mound of her pussy beneath the silky pink fabric of her panties. I brought my fingers to her sex, registering its heat and wetness even through her thong, and very gently I tugged the material to one side, uncovering her thick shaved pussy lips, which were visibly gooey and shiny with her juices.

  I lapped my tongue gently along her slit, tasting her sweet wetness, feeling her thrust her butt back eagerly towards me. I grabbed her by the hips and began to tongue-fuck her pussyhole, tasting her, feeling her juices begin to run slickly down my chin, enjoying the soft sighs and moans she was making, her mouth still crammed full of Stephen’s big thick cock.

  I knew that it was finally time for me to take a taste of it too. So I crawled forwards, bringing my head level with Jill’s, watching his slick wet shaft disappear then reappear between her full sensuous lips. I brought my face forwards, registering the heat his dick gave off as I leaned in, so that my mouth touched against Jill’s, Stephen’s hot thick cock between our two sets of parted lips. And like that we began to kiss around it, our tongues flicking out, up and down his cock and into each other’s mouths — feeling the heat and thickness of his slick wet meat filling up my mouth, such a delicious contrast to Jill’s soft sensual lips. By comparison, Stephen’s dick felt rock hard. I moved my kisses upwards and then, finally, took the head of his cock deep in my mouth, feeling his heartbeat pulsing, feeling his silky swollen shaft fill my mouth up completely, twitching a little against my tongue as I groaned with pleasure, beginning to gently toy with his big shaved balls and his hard wet shaft as I sucked him.