Tomboy's Transformation

Selena shows up at her stepmom's door, hoodie and jeans hanging off her like she doesn't give a shit. Kiki invites her in, tells her they'll make it work for the wedding. She slips behind her, fingers pulling the tie out of Selena's ponytail. Dark hair spills down over her shoulders. Next Kiki swipes lipstick across those soft lips, slow, careful, like she's already thinking too hard about them. When Selena steps into the dress, fabric tightens around her chest and hips. Kiki fastens a thin gold chain at her throat. The clasp clicks. That small sound does something to both of them. Selena turns. Their eyes catch. Kiki's mouth is on hers before she even decides. Rough, hot. Selena leans in, presses back, breath hitching. The kiss breaks. Kiki stutters sorry, hands still on Selena's hips. Selena licks her lower lip, tasting the color. She says she felt it too. Two seconds later Kiki shoves her against the edge of the vanity, tongue sliding between open lips. Fingers drag the zipper down the dress. Fabric drops to the floor. Kiki's hand cups Selena's breast, thumb flicking the nipple hard. Selena bites her lip and arches, pushing forward. Kiki's fingers slip between bare thighs, find her already slick. Her mouth trails down the neck, teeth scraping collarbone, then lower, sucking one tight nipple. Selena's fingers knot in Kiki's hair and yank her closer, hips rolling against the hand working her open. She rides the fingers, moaning without holding back, legs shaking. Kiki turns her, bends her over the vanity, pulls her panties aside, licks a hot stripe up her slit before sliding two fingers deep. Selena spreads wider, breath fogging the mirror. Wet sounds fill the room as they chase every dirty second they shouldn't take. When Kiki finally presses Selena down onto the carpet and grinds against her thigh, both of them soaked and desperate, nothing else exists except heat, hands, and the need to come.