Jessie did not text Kyle for over a week after that, leaving Kyle to wonder if he had done something wrong. Should he have refused to help Kyle come? Should he have apologized somehow? It worried him more every day that his friend kept from contacting him.
At last, one evening, the buzzer for the front door to his apartment building sounded. Kyle asked the intercom who it was.
“It's Jessie,” a woman's voice responded. “Can I come in?”
“Of course,” Kyle said, and buzzed her through the door. Then, he opened his apartment door and waited, watching down the hall. The woman who entered the hall looked like the older sister of the girl Jessie had been before. She was slightly taller now than last time, with more angular facial features and a swollen pair of lips, all traces of childhood having been erased. The rest of her mature body was just as hourglass-shaped as before and as skimpily dressed as well.
She strutted down the hall to Kyle's door, keeping her eyes on the floor until she reached him and gazed up into his eyes.
“Hello,” Kyle said, unsure of the expression on her face. Was it worry? Was it curiosity?
She reached up, took his cheeks in her hands, pulled his face down to hers, and planted a kiss on his lips.
He shut his eyes, when he opened them at the conclusion of the kiss, he saw that she was crying.
“I'm sorry,” she said, letting him go and sniffling. “I…” Her voice trailed off as she pushed past him into the apartment and hurried to his bathroom.
Kyle shut the door and followed her, finding her facing the mirror drying her eyes with a tissue.
“What happened?” Kyle asked.
“I kept typing out messages to you and deleting them,” she said, setting her bag down by the sink wiping her nose dry. “I guess I was scared.”“You don't have to be scared of me. I wasn't upset or anything.”
“That's not it,” she said, tossing away the tissue and checking her makeup in the mirror. “I was scared of how I was feeling.”
“Oh,” Kyle said.
She turned to face him and said, “Here's what happened. My girlfriend was talking about how fast I went back to normal. She seemed really suspicious, and I said it's just easier for women to get sex than it is for men.”
“Oh?” he said. “So, that's why…”
“Yeah, she didn't like that, so the rules have changed this time. She made it so that the only way I can go back to my normal body now is coming with a penis penetrating me. I guess she thought that she'd gone too easy on me last time. So, yeah, just fingering me or eating me out won't be enough this time. Penis in vagina, and we both have to come.”
Kyle was speechless.
“You'll have to fuck me,” she said, taking a step closer to him. “Understand?”
“Ah,” was all he could think to say.
“Will you?” She rested her hands on his shoulders and leaned against him. Her glassy blue eyes gazed up at him, hopefully. “Please?”
He nodded.
Tears ran down her cheeks again. “Thank you!” she said, relieved.
“It's alright,” Kyle said, drawing her into a hug.
She collapsed into his embrace, wetting his shirt with her tears. For a long while, they stood there in the hug, her sniffling as Kyle appreciated being close to her.
“I don't deserve you,” she said as she calmed down. “You're just so…”
“You're my best friend,” Kyle said. “Whatever you need. I'll be there for you.”
“What if I wanted us to be more than that?” she asked, and flinched as if expecting something bad to happen.
“You mean…?” Kyle asked.
“Wait!” she said, slipping out of his embrace and backing away. “Nevermind,” she said, waving her hands in front of herself. “Forget I said anything.” She took him by the hand and dragged him to his bedroom. “Let's do this,” she said, stripping off her clothes. “I need you inside of me.”
“Jessie…” Kyle said, but she kept on going until fully nude.
“I don't want to hear it,” she said, setting her hands on her broad hips, defiantly. “Just fuck me. No more talking. Come on.”
Kyle removed his clothes as well. When he was naked, she pulled him into another kiss and they began making out, moving to the bed, kissing and groping and losing themselves in mutual pleasure. Soon enough, they moved on to her slipping Kyle's stiff cock up inside of her. She positioned herself on top, her back to him, and began riding him, reverse cowgirl style.
Kyle focused on lasting as long as he could. He understood that she likely needed to finish first for what they were doing to count. At least, he assumed that was how the magic was supposed to work. Who knows? Holding back was a challenge, though, what with her having such an amazing pussy and an incredible ass. Eventually, as she began moaning and gasping in ecstatic pleasure, Kyle felt as if he were nearly at his limit. At last, she came just before he did, blasting a load into her as a rush of ecstatic joy overwhelmed them.
She collapsed onto the bed beside him and the pair of them just lay there panting and sweating, lost in the pleasure of their shared orgasms.
In the afterglow of their lingering bliss, she turned to face him. He smiled at her, and she bashfully smiled back at him. She rolled over and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. In it, Kyle sensed something more than lust, tenderness, the warmth of her heart.
“That was…” Kyle started to say, but Jessie seemed startled by his voice, as if his speaking had just woken her up from a pleasant dream. The smile on her face fell, and she leapt out of bed. She hurried off to the bathroom and shut and locked the door behind herself. Kyle heard the shower start running a short while later.
***
When he heard the water stop running, Kyle stood outside the closed bathroom door and asked, “Do you need anything?”
“Hey,” Jessie replied, his voice sounding manly, again. “Can we just not make a big deal out of this?”
“Sure,” Kyle said, feeling mixed emotions about their success, relieved that it had worked and sad that the woman’s body he had just made love to had vanished again.
“You see,” Jessie said, “I get emotional about you when I'm a woman. I don't want that to mess up our friendship, though.”
“Yeah, I understand,” Kyle said. “We can just pretend it never happened.”
“Okay,” Jessie said, his voice sounding flat. “That's good.”
The bathroom door opened, and a fully-dressed Jessie walked out, seeming even larger now than normal when compared to the small woman he had just been. Apparently, he had thought ahead enough to bring a change of clothes in his bag this time.
“You leaving?” Kyle asked, disappointed, stepping aside to let Jessie exit the bathroom.
“I'm a bit worn out,” Jessie explained, walking through the apartment. “I've been through a lot tonight.”
Kyle followed him and said, “We'll hang out later this week, then?”
“Sure,” Jessie said, not making eye contact. Then, he opened the apartment door and walked out, adding a quick “Later” as the door swung shut behind him.