Cleo knew exactly what Lewis had planned for the full moon tonight. A night in with 'the girls' was definitely not what this evening was about. Cleo wore a rather revealing dress, (much to the despair of her father) it sat far above the knee. Her hair tied into a neat, Australian plait, she was ready. Despite the fact that she knew precisely how long she would be wearing these clothes, Cleo had decided to dress up for the occasion.
As the doorbell rang, Lewis frantically spritzed himself with a pricy, masculine fragrance. The adolescent gasped as he opened the door. There stood a young woman, flawlessy gussied up. He quickly grabbed her shoulders, whilst simultainiously slamming the entrance shut with his leg. Cleo was then pushed against the wall, and kissed by the new, sensual Lewis. Lewis's lips were as tender as the flesh of his fishing bait; he had mastered the art of tonsil tennis. Cleo moved her hands around the slender body of her lover, feeling every crevice, never finding imperfections. To her, he was an Australian prince. The tension within her was released through every breath. The silver face of her locket steamed up. Lewis took his lady's hand and lead her to the bedroom. The pair hadn't exchanged even a greeting due to the amount of passion they had shared.
Prior to the occasion, Lewis had laid out everything necessary for tonight's endeavors. This ensured they could 'get right to it'. The bed soon inhabited the couple. Lewis explored Cleo's human form with his slim fingers, just as she had in the hallway. The girl then developed the kiss by gently tilting her head. Lewis didn't know how fond of her he was until this moment. Following this thought, he ripped off his charity shop jeans, disregarding their welfare. Soon he was down to only his socks.
Cleo followed though, removing each item of clothing with care. She was down to only her locket. Lewis glided in, letting himself slip below her now naked body. She rested on top, ready to begin. Lewis groaned, his childhood friend knew exactly how to pleasure him. He ran his fingers down to the edges of the bed. He clinged to the sides, growling with content. Suddenly the pair realised something was wrong. Lewis had ejaculated firmly into Cleo, their protection had split. Cleo disintigrated into a thousand pieces, her legs were replaced by a long, glistening tail. Lewis's face screwed up as he felt intense pain. His genitals had been swallowed up by his lover's tail. They were conjoined.
Was it time to call Rikki? Perhaps she had the same problem with Zane one day? They do get around, everyone knows that. Lewis had an intense worry that Rikki would laugh, point and stare. He didn't want his penis to be gazed upon by anyone apart from Cleo. Would Emma understand? Perhaps not. Cleo looked down in horror to discover she had engolfed her boyfriend's penis. How could they possibly dry her private parts to enable her to release him? Lewis no longer cared when he noticed once again, the smooth mouth of Cleo. He pushed her shoulders down to the bed, pinning her. He then proceeded to give her the most magnificent kiss of his life. Cleo being Cleo, she sat up, ready to hatch a plan. Simply removing his genitals wasn't an option, she wasn't going to let Lewis be without a penis for the entire length of his life. That would grant the pair no sexual pleasure.