Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part XVII – Many Happy Returns [MF] [END!]

I woke up the next morning to the familiar call of nature. Yawning, I stumbled into the bathroom to relieve the pressure. I stood in front of the toilet, dropped my shorts to the floor, and promptly pissed all over myself.
I’m pretty sure the neighbors downstairs heard my relieved laughter as I threw myself clumsily into the shower.

“So they accepted you in the office?” Katlyn asked me, sitting at our familiar lunch table. “Just like that?”
I grinned. “Yeah… actually, Pam hugged me. In fact, I think she grabbed my ass.”
“Hah! You should complain to your HR rep.”
“She is my HR rep.”
“Exactly! You can get some special treatment. Some.. very special treatment.”
I scoffed. “You’re crazy. You just want me to fuck everybody.”
“Can I help it if i like living vicariously through you?”
“Fair enough. But hell, Pam’s not even my type.”
“We all know your type,” Diana said, joining us at the table. She leaned over and gave me a little hug and kiss on the cheek. “Welcome back, Shawna.”
“Thanks,” I said, smiling at her. “It’s good to be back.”
“So, you’re a hundred percent certain this is what you want?” Diana asked.
I nodded. “It’s a clean slate, and I’ve already made steps in the right direction. I can be a better person, and before long everyone will forget about the person I was. The pain I caused, the fake friendship acts, all of it.”
“Well, we’re with you,” Katlyn declared, taking my hands in hers and squeezing them. “No matter what. Turns out, under that douchebag act, you were awesome all along.”
“What about Chris?” Diana asked. “Are you going to try again?”
I sighed, shaking my head. “I don’t know. What if he doesn’t want me back? When I was Shawn, I wouldn’t have dated a tranny.”
Katlyn scoffed. “You really are clueless about love, huh?”
I shrugged. “It’s all new to me. Use ‘em and lose ‘em, you know.”
“Well,” she replied, leaning in closer, “you’re about to learn a little something about it. Come on.”

“I don’t know about this,” I said, following Katlyn up the steps to Chris’s front door. “Shouldn’t we call him first or something? Patch things up?”
“Absolutely not,” Kat declared, ringing the doorbell and standing in front of the door with her thumb covering the peephole. “He’s heard the facts, now he needs to see your face. His heart will do the rest.”
“His heart?”
“Well… heart, dick, it’s all the same.”
“It’s not the-”
“Shoosh! It’s all about blood flow. I hear him coming, shut up.”
There was a pause, then Katlyn banged on the door with her fist. “Let me in, Chris! I know you’re in there, I can hear you sucking at life!”
“Go away, Katlyn,” Chris replied through the door. “It’s over.”
“Open this door right now or I’ll pee on your lawn!”
“What the f- okay, okay, just a second.”
There was a rattle and click as Chris drew the bolt and pulled the chain. My heart jumped into my throat and played bongos on my tonsils. The door creaked open. “What do you want now?”
“Nothing,” Katlyn said cheerfully, turning and walking back down the steps. She pulled me into the middle of the porch in front of Chris. “Seeya, kids!”
“Kat!” I called. “Wait!”
“Don’t make me get the collar!” she called back without looking back.
“Collar?”
I felt myself turn red, starting from the neck and going up to my forehead. “It’s a long story,” I said, turning around and looking up at him. “Um. Hi.”
Chris was looking rough. He hadn’t been shaving as often as he should, and he was wearing sweats and an old t-shirt. I suddenly felt very self-conscious about my gray-blue business suit. “Hey,” he said, reaching up to scratch his cheek with one hand. “You’re… back?”
“Yeah. Can I come in?”
“Sure.”

I sat on the couch, hands clasped between my knees, trying to look small. Chris went to the fridge in the next room, pulling out a couple cans of beer. One he set on the coffee table in front of me; the other he opened, drinking half of it as he sat on the big chair nearby.
“Thanks,” I said, opening the beer and taking a drink. It was comforting, in a way; drinking a beer with a friend was a normal thing to do. It was the only “normal” thing I’d done in days, really.
Chris waved my thanks away with a hand. A big, firm hand that had been on my-
“So are you back for good?” he asked.
I nodded. “I took the curse back, and threw out the stuff for passing it on.”
“Katlyn and Diana told me the whole story. I guess I don’t blame you for using me. Why did you come back?”
“I’m done screwing over other people,” I replied. “If I wanted to be Shawn again, it meant fucking up Tommy’s life, and then going back to pretty much using everyone around me… maintaining friendships with people who don’t like me because they need me at work… shit like that. And it meant… that I’d used you.”
“Didn’t you?” he leaned back, crossing his arms.
“Yes,” I admitted. “Definitely, at first. You were the easiest way to get what I thought I needed. I treated you the same as one of my old girlfriends. I’m sorry.”
Chris closed his eyes and sighed. “I guess I understand. It’s just… a lot to take in. I mean, I’m not… not that it’s a bad thing to be gay, you know, but… I don’t go that way.”
“Neither do I!” I exclaimed. “You have no idea how straight I am. Er, was. But I think… I think a lot of who I am is chemical. And my brain is different enough like this that it changed what I want… who I want. I’m… not the same person. I was, at first, but not anymore. I can feel myself changing. It’s scary. But not as scary as being-” I stopped and looked down.
“Being what?” Chris asked. I heard him shift, sitting up and staring at me.
“…being alone,” I said quietly. I couldn’t look up, couldn’t meet his eyes. “I can’t do it anymore. I understand if you don’t want me. Just say the word, and I’m gone. But I can’t go back to Shawn’s life. He’s alone, and he always will be. Even if you hate me, I have better friends than I ever have. I just needed you to know-”
“Shawna.” Chris cut me off sternly.
“Yes?” I asked, still looking at my feet.
Suddenly, the world was moving. Big, strong hands were on my arms, lifting me and pulling me through the air. I had enough time to take a half a breath as Chris pulled me into his lap, pressing my lips down onto his own.
One of his hands was on the back of my head, caressing me and holding me down in equal measure. The other snaked around my waist, pulling me against the heated brick wall of his chest. I melted into his grip without as much as a thought, moaning softly and parting my lips for him.
His arms were wrapping around me, drawing me in closer, but I put a hand on his chest and pulled away.
“Chris,” I said, “what are we doing?”
Chris leaned his forehead on mine and looked into my eyes. His gaze became my world. “Shawna,” he said softly, “I don’t care anymore. Who you were, what you were, none of it matters. All that I care about is what we are together. You’re the most amazing woman – no, the most amazing person – I’ve ever met. I love you, and I want you in my life forever.”
I could feel my blush returning, but this time I surrendered to it. “I love you too,” I whispered, tilting my head and kissing him once more.
Our tongues danced between us, fighting to find a way to show our love more. Chris’s hands moved down to my hips, steadying me while I turned to straddle his lap, grinding on the already prominent bulge in his sweatpants.
Chris groaned into my mouth, sliding his hands down my thighs and back up again, pushing up my skirt and pulling me down tighter on his lap. I got the message; his groan was repeated as I started dragging my panties back and forth along the length of his cock. I moaned a little in return, feeling myself moistening the thin fabric that separated us.
A day before, I could have looked at a man like Chris and only seen him critically. Nice pecs, good arms, strong legs; a hard worker or a hard lifter. Someone I’d want in my corner in a fight, perhaps. But now… I ran my hands down his chest and stomach, feeling a shiver roll up my spine.
I pulled back to breathe, breaking the kis and pulling his shirt up and off. I realized it, accepted it, the same moment I spoke.
“Fuck, you’ve got a hot body,” I breathed.
Chris looked like he was torn between joy and embarrassment. “Look in a mirror, babe,” he replied. “You’re beautiful.”
I giggled. “Yeah, I guess that’s true, huh?” I grabbed my breasts through my blouse and squeezed them, winking at him. “Have you seen these things?”
“Not enough of them,” he said. His big, warm hands slid up my sides and under my hands, cupping and holding me, slipping his fingers between the buttons that ran down my front. I had plenty of time to stop him, if I wanted to. I didn’t want to.
I squeezed his hands while he pulled, forcing my blouse open a button at a time. Most of them let go, but at least one flew off and landed somewhere on the floor. We both accepted this as the price of happiness.
My blouse fell away and my bra came off somehow, and soon I was kissing him again, pressing my bare skin against his, moaning as I dragged my hips down his lap.
“Shawna,” he groaned.
“Shoosh,” I said, licking his lips playfully. I slid back slowly, dragging my body down his and pulling at the waistband of his pants. I knelt between his knees, looking up at him with what I figured was probably a coy smile, enjoying the look on his face.
His cock was hard and hot, springing free of his pants and pressing up against my breastbone. I dragged down a few inches more, taking the head between my lips and sucking softly.
Chris’s hand moved across my cheek, lacing his fingers into my hair but not trying to move me. I rolled my tongue around him, holding his shaft between my tits and my palm, moving down and up a little. I could feel his heartbeat through the skin on my tongue. It felt like my own was beating in sync with it.
Chris’s moan escalated. His hips twitched, resisting an urge to shove himself down my throat. A dark, slutty part of my brain squealed with excitement; I made a note to explore that later. Right now, however, I had needs. I needed to feel Chris on me, around me, and inside me.
I gripped his thighs and moved up again, climbing onto the chair and straddling him once more. We moved together; I held his shoulder for balance and pulled his cock into position while he tugged my panties aside and held my waist, guiding me down atop him. Our lips met and locked, and I let him pull me down those final inches to sit in his lap.
Fireworks went off inside my head when he slid inside me. I could feel myself spreading and shifting to accept him, soaking heat from him and holding him tight. It felt like a perfectly-fitted hand and glove. I was whole.
I started moving again like before, dragging my hips back and forth on his lap, moving him back and forth without letting him pull out more than a few inches. I felt his hips move to my ass, squeezing it and pulling me in tighter, urging me to move faster.
I put my hands on his face, holding him, letting him take over my body. We kissed like there was nothing else in the world, and the world was about to end. He pulled me in faster, grinding somehow deeper, and I felt my pleasure starting to build.
Chris kept moving me in his lap, taking my squeals and moans into himself. My spasming, contracting pussy did nothing to change his pace; he kept pushing straight through my orgasm before slowing down.
I whined, wriggling my hips, wanting more, but he held me still. “Not yet,” he whispered.
Suddenly the world was in motion again. I shrieked and laughed, wrapping my legs around Chris’s waist and hugging him tight while he stood and walked me into the bedroom, bouncing teasingly within me with every step.
I thought he was going to throw me on the bed, but Chris had other ideas. “Grab the bar,” he said.
“What-?”
His eyes flicked up toward the ceiling and back to me, shining with his grin. “Grab the bar,” he repeated, holding my waist and starting to lift me into the air.
By sheer force of his arms and shoulders, Chris raised me up, kissing my stomach. I grabbed the pull-up bar that he’d attached to the ceiling, using it to steady myself and leaning back to avoid clocking my skull on the ceiling.
I hung there, trying to watch what Chris was doing. With a quick movement, my legs went over his shoulders. “Ohh,” I said, “I see-eeee!” My voice raised to another squeal as Chris’s lips and tongue went to work on me.
I hung onto the bar as tight as I could, focusing on not falling down backward. I had to trust Chris not to drop me. Of course, that was easy; I trusted him with my life. I was in the middle of realizing that fact when the second orgasm gripped me and pulled the facts far, far away.
Of course, he didn’t stop there. Chris seemed to be getting off on my acrobatic helplessness. I crossed my ankles behind him, moaning, gripping the steel bar with shaking arms. Far away in my mind, I knew that he had me, that I could never fall, but every time I started to relax, I would slip down quickly and scare myself into redoubling my efforts. My legs, arm, and core were tensed, and it made every kiss, lick, and nibble an intense challenge and a rush of pleasure.
Finally, mercifully, Chris lowered me down his body. My legs wrapped around his waist without a thought from me; that was simply where they belonged. He kissed me while we moved, and somehow he laid me on my back without giving the slightest hint of falling. His tongue tasted of our lusts, and I hugged him tight with my arms and legs.
With a simple, easy motion, chris slid inside me once again. It was the most natural thing in the world, my body under and around his, my tongue playing with his own, and my hips being gently forced down by his pelvis.
In slow, firm strokes he took me and drove me away. Away from worry, away from shame, away from all the stress and uncertainty. Waves of pleasure cascaded over me in time to his thrusts. There was nothing else in the world but his taste, his smell, his weight and heat.
It might have been minutes, and it might have been an hour. I lost track of time and of thought, pulling at him and trying to somehow take in more of him. For his own part, Chris kept his motion smooth, but sped up with each urging from me. His elbows braced on the bed, letting him keep pumping without lifting off of me.
We came together, in the end, moaning into one another. I could feel the heat blooming inside me as he flooded my passage, and my own muscles squeezed and pulled, taking in everything he had to give me.
Chris’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me along as he rolled onto his back. We both panted, laying in a pool of sweat and satisfaction. I laid my head on his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat while he stroked my hair and held me tight.
He never let me go.

—END—

*Just a little note from me… thank you all so much for taking Shawna’s journey with me! It’s been amazing. Please feel free to comment and discuss either here or in my sub, and suggest ideas for my next project! (at present, I have this thing with zombies started, but I don’t know if it’s what I’ll go forward with or not. Lately I’m leaning toward Sci-Fi…)*

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