New World Epidemic Ch. 01

"Oh my god..."

She bit her lip. "Have you ever done this before?"

I shook my head.

"It's okay with me," she whispered. "We've been friends forever."

"Yeah, but... guy friends."

Angela drew closer and threw one leg over my lap. Slowly, sensually, she straddled on top and brushed a wisp of hair from my eyes. She leaned in until all I could smell was her; cream, skin, fruit, and so many things that weren't the boy I knew.

"It's not gay if you have tits," Angela said with a grin.

Gay, straight, whatever; this was something else.

Soon I was tasting the condensation on her breath, and burned with the heat of her. Falling into her kiss was the easiest thing in the world.

Next thing I was on my back, underneath Angela as she ran her hands up my arms. Our mouths lapped one over the other, tongues stealing licks, while she ground her hips against me. Fuck, I'd never been so hard in my life.

Her nails raked my sides as she moved to take off my shirt. Next she was hiking her skirt. Our bodies pressed together and bucked in rhythm with her flesh searing into mine. She was so soft, so smooth, like nothing I'd ever felt before.

Suddenly I felt her press into my abdomen. It was only when Angela arched up that I saw the bulge in her panties, that her transformation was not absolute. She thrust her crotch against me, grinding her arousal against my own.

Her whimpers were like music, mine were gasps that I held in my chest. It was all so much.

I pushed her away and fumbled before standing. My heart beat out of my chest like bombs going off.

Angela arched a brow. "Not into it?"

"I..."

My erection surged in my shorts, though I did my best to hide it.

Angela laughed. "Sorry. I've been crazy horny. We can slow down if you want."

She lay back, cock straining against her panties, with a wet patch accumulating at the tip. Through the swimming in my head I knew I wanted to touch her again, but couldn't.

"Is it the whole 'chick with a dick' thing?" she asked. "Because I thought you were cooler than that."

I shook my head.

"No, I don't care. I just... I've never done anything like this before."

Angela rolled to her belly and kicked up her feet. "Now's the perfect time, don't you think? I'm practically throwing myself at you, dude."

I fought to keep with my breathing. When she neared I inched away.

"Yesterday I thought you were dead."

"No, just got hotter," she said.

I reached for my shirt and stepped into the hallway. No sense in dragging out goodbyes. I told Angela I needed to think, and that I was glad she was okay, and that I'd be back again soon. Just because she was a girl didn't mean I stopped being a friend.

There was still the question of what happened to Adam. Spontaneous sex changes didn't just happen, did they? The more I thought about it the more confusing it became. What happened in those woods?

Three blocks from her house and my crotch was still ready to explode. Maybe some time alone would help to calm it down.

Just then I heard the rumbling, and then I saw what you don't see in the suburbs; it was a convoy of vehicles, jeeps, trucks, vans, and busses, some khaki like you see in the army, but most crisp and white. All of them had government plates and ran without abandon. Anyone who got in their way received a roar from their horns and jumped out of the way.

I stood there and watched dozens of them plow through the neighborhood, their uniformed drivers married to their destination. Who were these guys? The big wheels were like rolling thunder shaking the earth.

When they finally passed I looked back to Angela's house. Maybe I should have said something, but I didn't.

Something strange was happening, and I didn't know what.