The Story of a Fantasy

Liana... I repeat this name to myself every day for the past four years. Every time I think of her, two natures awaken and struggle within me: a tender, sublime one makes me admire her, love her, exalt her; and an animalistic, demonic one—various pictures of physical pleasures arise in my head, I imagine her in sexual poses, beautiful, sweet... and a beastly desire overwhelms me!..

But let's take things in order. My name is... well, my name isn't important. Right now I'm a fourth-year student, Liana and I are in the same year. I noticed her at the very first class four years ago: my eye

immediately picked out that small, fragile figure from the crowd. Ever since then, I've been secretly observing her: gathering information, where she's from, where she lives... By nature, I'm a shy guy, I've never been lucky with girls, so I was afraid to openly approach her, start a conversation, say what I feel. Soon I found out that Liana has some steady boyfriend. So I never had any particular hopes about a possible relationship between us, I retreated into the shadows and indulge only in my fantasies. Gradually, month by month, year by year, she and I became closer, you could say we became friends. Mostly we communicated online.

I learned that she's not from our city where the university is located, but came from a small town, and here she has to rent a one-room apartment. To pay less, she always rented this apartment not alone, but with a friend, or two. Her boyfriend, however, stayed in their town a couple hundred kilometers away.

The years of study went by, Liana's apartment roommates changed one after another, until finally another girl from our group moved in with her—Lena. Lena is a fiery brunette, tall and sensual: her graceful body can make any man tremble. If you compare Liana to Lena, you'll find they aren't very similar: tall Lena and petite Liana, brunette and blonde; lively, active Lena and next to her—quiet, calm Liana, though always friendly, smiling, and very, very charming.

How these two nymphs lived together in their one-room apartment on the second floor—I don't know. I only ever saw the outside: you know, student girlfriends, together everywhere, shopping, at the university; talking to each other and always laughing about something!

At some point, a crazy thought came to my mind, came and never left me: I wonder, didn't the girls ever have—even once—lesbian urges? They live together, after all, and there's no boyfriend, at least for Liana, nearby... This thought seemed so enticing to me that I just fixated on it: from time to time I fantasized about how these two roses caress each other and... Oh! It takes my breath away just thinking about it! I dreamed of somehow placing a hidden video camera or at least a bug in their apartment: I wouldn't spare anything for such an opportunity!

One day, sitting on the balcony and looking at the sky, I saw a "shooting star." Even though I've always despised astrologers and fortune-tellers, I couldn't resist and—as a joke—made a wish: to take full control of Liana's roommate's body—Lena's! For one day! So that Lena herself would later remember this day as if in a delirium... Smiling at this thought, I went to sleep, still imagining for a while what a crazy thought had come to my head!

That night I had a strange dream: as if my strange wish had come true and I had become Lena! But I woke up, stretched in bed, opened my eyes and... realized I wasn't at home. Sharply throwing off the blanket, I was bewildered... fear and wild curiosity and admiration merged for me at that moment into one indescribable feeling! This wasn't a dream! I looked at myself and saw a lovely female body: medium-sized breasts, black lace panties, slender smooth legs! My heart was pounding in a frantic rhythm, I didn't know what to do! I wanted to scream simultaneously from horror and from the delight of the possibilities that surged over me!

Finally, I took control of myself. Listening carefully, I confirmed that Liana wasn't home, and I was—alone (or alone?). Then I quickly jumped out of bed with Lena's body and ran to the mirror. For several minutes I put on a show for myself: turned in all directions and struck every conceivable pose, stroked myself everywhere... At first it was awkward, wild, but I got into it pretty quickly, ignoring the awkwardness. Soon I began to caress my pussy with my hand... m-m-m... it wasn't as convenient as jerking off a dick, but much more pleasant, so I quickly got a taste for it. I dipped my fingers with manicured nails into my pussy, then took them out and tasted the moisture, brought my fingers to my nose, inhaling the new scent...

It was so... wild and unnatural, but at the same time incredibly new and terribly exciting! A minute later I was already in the shower, directing a strong stream of water at my crotch and getting unspeakable pleasure from it! An hour passed unnoticed. After experiencing my first female orgasm, I calmed down a bit. Tried, as best I could, to put myself in order—had to do without makeup—got dressed in something and left the house because I was afraid of meeting Liana. I needed to think everything through first!

On the street, I also felt uneasy: I was afraid of meeting any of Lena's acquaintances, besides, imitating a female walk was strange for me; I tried as best I could, but I still had the feeling that I looked like a fool. So I hurried first to the movies, then to an internet cafe, where I spent a few hours, just so I wouldn't wander the streets.

In the evening, I returned to the girls' apartment. Liana was already there. When I saw her, she smiled at me, said "Hi!"—my heart almost jumped out of my chest... I suddenly felt like an outside observer, not a participant in events: after all, I couldn't just walk into this apartment like that, Liana couldn't, meeting me in a home skirt, just say "Hi!" and smile!... Goosebumps ran down my spine and I even, I admit, got a little scared.

We sat in the kitchen. I somehow kept up the conversation, but she soon noticed something was wrong:

— Is everything okay? — Liana asked with concern.

I tried to answer as naturally as possible. It didn't go well:

— I've been feeling kind of anxious lately. — I answered with Lena's mouth. — Maybe depression is starting? — I couldn't think of anything smarter to say.

I decided that this couldn't go on, I would surely fail if I didn't force events right now!

— Can I ask you something? — I said.

— M-m, of course! — Liana replied, tuning into a serious mood.

I smiled with Lena's lips, letting Liana know there was nothing serious here, and continued:

— Will you give me a massage? Ple-e-ease! — I asked, making a jokingly pleading grimace.

Liana seemed somewhat surprised by the unusual request, but still agreed, seeing that her friend wasn't feeling well today. Staring intently and languidly into Liana's eyes, I began to undress. It seems I got too carried away with undressing, already starting to flirt with her: I did it unnaturally slowly and significantly. Liana, watching this, laughed in surprise; in response, embarrassed, I laughed too. Taking off my bra, and thus remaining only in my panties, I suppressed the spontaneous desire to squeeze my own breasts.

I lay down on my stomach on the bed and waited for the angelic hands of the girl of my dreams on my (or not my?) back... Soon Liana jumped onto my butt and began massaging my back and shoulders. From these caresses and the anticipation of soon fulfilling my secret desires, a fine, pleasant shiver ran through my whole body, a pleasant ache started in my lower abdomen, and the girl's body, subordinated to my male will, began to react in its own way: I suddenly felt myself starting to get wet.

Liana continued the massage, I enjoyed every second of the process. After some time, I decided to develop events further: I began asking Liana to massage me "lower," she obediently moved to my lower back; a little later I again asked her to go lower, then even lower. She didn't want to accept that her friend was asking to massage her butt. But I continued to persist, and at some point she gave in and, putting her hands on my butt, laughing, asked:

— Here?

— Yes, keep going! — I answered in some unusual tone.

At that moment, I didn't know what to expect: the whole plan could go down the drain, I had already regretted that I had taken on my task so quickly and brazenly. But Liana interrupted my anxiety by starting to massage my butt. I felt such a surge! No wonder, because in my understanding, this meant my plan was already fifty percent successful! The girl seemed confused, not really knowing how to give a massage in this place... So I decided not to drag it out but move to the next step.

— M-m-m, it feels so good, Liana! — I exclaimed after a couple of minutes.

And then in a quiet voice, but so she could still hear, added:

— I'm aroused... I'm so... — I pretended to be at a loss for words.

— Lenka, you—what? — The friend asked, dumbfounded.

— Liana, really, it feels so good! I don't know myself... Here, feel for yourself!

With these words, I slightly spread my legs, opening access to the pussy oozing moisture, covered only by black panties.

— Oh, sto-o-op! — Liana protested so childishly, and then laughed loudly from confusion. — Let's be serious!

— Lianochka, dear friend, please! — I insisted, putting maximum trust and affection into my voice, but making it clear I wasn't joking.

Finally, my friend gave in to my persuasion, or maybe just curiosity got the better of her, but she really slipped her little hand between my legs and began to feel the full extent of my arousal.

— O-oh! — She drawled, surprised. — You're all wet!

— Yes, darling, please, don't take your hand away, don't take it away... — I whispered so passionately and so desperately that Liana couldn't help but give in to the pleas, bewildered by all this.

— Please, please... — I didn't let up — keep going, keep going... keep going! — I begged in a whisper breaking into a squeak.

Liana, it seemed, still didn't believe what was happening, but didn't remove her hand. I, taking advantage of the opportunity, rubbed my crotch against her fingers right through my panties. After a few seconds, the stunned Liana herself began to massage my pussy with her fingers, not quite, it seemed, understanding what and why she was doing it.

Liana's fingers slowly, but more and more boldly, more and more actively rubbed against my, or Lena's, pussy, flowing with a strong stream of female moisture. I began to move up and down more actively, trying to press against my beloved's hand as hard as possible... I was overcome by some kind of heat!

— My girl, my dear... — I simply didn't know how to address her, so I whispered everything that came to mind. — Put at least one finger in me, enter, I beg you, please!... — And to reinforce my serious intentions with action, I, obeying passion, with my own hand moved the strip of my panties aside, ran my hand along my crotch, gathering abundant drops of moisture and—to the wild surprise, if she could still be surprised, of my friend—brought my fingers to my mouth and began greedily licking them...

Liana, understanding nothing anymore, dumbly obeyed my requests, I felt—and it was wonderful bliss—how her slender finger easily, lightly entered my cave, parting the labia. It seemed to me as if something gigantic began to grow inside me, in my lower abdomen, my breath caught; I thought I would lose consciousness or explode from nervous strain... and, to somehow give vent to the storm of feelings, I, not embarrassed by anyone or anything, loudly, at the top of my voice, moaned: "Yes, yes, my god, please, my love, please, don't stop-oo-op!!!" And I myself began to move, riding and sliding off her finger. Then I paused and felt, to my greatest pleasure, that Liana herself was already working her hand full force, quickly-quickly fucking me with her fingers. It seemed there was already not one finger, but two; when the second one appeared, I in the heat of the moment didn't even notice!

But still, even though in body I was a beauty-girl today, in soul I remained a male: I wanted a female body, I wanted to fuck, I wanted to possess, not to be possessed. So I turned over, got up and, without any further ado, sank my girlish lips into hers. We kissed passionately for a minute or two, I slipped Lena's tongue into her mouth, let Liana's little tongue into my mouth, sucked it, licked it, embraced it with my tongue, then went back on the attack, exploring her mouth with my little tongue... It was wonderful, magnificent. While this was going on, I pulled Liana's tank top and bra off, freeing her petite, like everything about her, breasts: petite, but beautiful and so desired!

I kneaded them with my hands, felt the hardened nipples with my fingers, caressed them, pinching them between my index and middle fingers.

I tore myself away from her lips, began kissing her slender neck; at some moment I couldn't resist and began simply licking her ear. Caressing the erogenous zone aroused my friend even more: her hand, which had forgotten about me for a while, slipped back to my crotch, I felt her fingers playing with my clitoris, then entered inside and began moving quickly and strongly there. After a few movements, I gently took her hand, pulled it out of me—it was all covered in my juices—and began stroking her breast with her own fingers, smearing my moisture over it until it shone; then I leaned down a little and began licking it off, covering Liana's body with kisses, lingering on her nipples for a few moments, sucking them with my mouth and letting go, to return to them again a few seconds later. My head was spinning, I wanted more and more, stronger and harder: the male inside this female body demanded tribute for himself, demanded strength, demanded a woman!

I embraced Liana and began carefully and smoothly lowering her onto her back on the bed, kissing her stomach. When I laid her on her back, I found myself at her legs: lovely slender little legs I had dreamed about so much! I took off her short home skirt and tossed it aside: now Liana was left only in her panties, and I myself—completely naked. At that moment, I even wondered, where did my panties disappear to so unnoticed?

Leaning over Liana's legs, I—hesitating for a second: how would she react to this?—pressed my lips to them: I kissed her tender calves self-forgetfully, ran my tongue along them, and kissed again: as if in indecision, should I move up, closer to the paradise radiating heat, or down, to the little toes, from which I experienced a strange delight?

I moved down, reached the miniature feet and sank my lips into them, trying at all costs not to tickle, not to destroy our passion with this. Then I reached her toes and began licking them, one by one, then all together... I tried to lick between her toes with my tongue, catching her foggy, passionate, but still surprised gaze. She looked into my eyes and painfully bit her lower lip. Suppressing the impulsive desire to quickly rise up and pull myself to her face and sink my own lips into those sugary lips, I continued to caress the toes of her feet with my tongue, getting wild animal pleasure from it myself!

It seemed I could lick her feet forever, however, anticipating more, I finally tore myself away from them, raised my eyes and—freezing for a few seconds—simply admired Liana's nakedness. But the picture was incomplete:

her panties were still on her. Then I, smoothly reaching for them, took hold and carefully pulled them down. Suppressing a desire that came from who knows where to bring them to my face and smell them, I tossed them somewhere to the side. Now my beloved lay before me absolutely naked,