For whatever reason, Sophia had decided to take me along with her on a double date with Emma. There wasn't much discussion about it, just a, "Oh, by the way, we're going out for dinner and a movie tomorrow. Wear something sexy, I want to make Emma jealous."

"Make Emma jealous?" I asked, a tad confused.

"Oh, it's gonna be a double date. She's got some new boyfriend. He's kinda cute." She hummed, as if trying to make me jealous, but, it would honestly have been really hard to make me jealous given that I got to fuck Sophia any time of any day. If she thought some other guy was cute, well, who cared? When I didn't rise to her bait, she decided to continue: "Not as cute as you, though." She then leaned down to kiss me on the lips.

"It'd be hard," I told her, grabbing her ass, making her let out a little laugh.

"Somebody's got a big head," she said.

"It's not the only thing that's big," I told her, taking hold of her wrist and guiding her down to my groin. She let out a snort, her lips curling into a smile, and started to stroke me through the fabric of my pants.

"Everything turns you on, doesn't it, slut? I could start reading names out of the phonebook and you'd probably get a boner."

"If it was you reading them, definitely," I told her, earning a more full-throated laugh from her, and she leaned down to kiss me on the lips as her hand on my cock got more active.

Emma's boyfriend was about what you'd expect from a popular girl's boyfriend: tall, muscular, cleanshaven. His choice of clothes were an obvious contrast to my own - where my wardrobe had, by this point, been largely replaced with Sophia's picks (as my new, muscular body didn't quite fit into most of my old clothes), he wore something reasonably stylish but not revealing, loose jeans and a sweater. Emma's lips quirked in mild irritation on seeing me and comparing my attire to her boyfriend's, even as Sophia smugly held my hand.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Sam," he said, holding his hand out to me, and I took it, giving him my name in return. He did eye me up with a hint of disapproval in his gaze at my clothing choices, but he offered no commentary on it. "You've got quite a grip. She must work you hard," he said, giving a little laugh and a glance at Sophia that was far more disapproving than the one that he'd given me.

"I do definitely work him hard," Sophia said, with a ridiculous smirk on her lips as she squeezed my hand tighter. Her choice of clothing was unusual for her, in that she was currently wearing a skirt - she normally went for utilitarian pants.

"Can we just go watch the movie?" Emma asked, with an exasperated sigh. She gave Sophia an irate glare, almost like she was annoyed at her presence, but if Sophia cared it was only to get even more smug. "Come on, Sam," she said, jerking her head towards the kiosk.

Sophia gave my ass the occasional squeeze as we made our way into the theater, clearly delighting in the fact that I just let her paw all over me in a public place without even a hint of embarrassment. As we settled into our seats, she leaned over to whisper in my ear. "After we're done with this date," she said, rubbing her fingers up and down my thigh, "we're going to go back to my place and I'm gonna fuck your brains out." I just nodded, and she smiled and kept stroking my thigh; at some point in the film I decided to lean over and rest my head on her shoulder, which earned the smuggest smile yet from her, her fingertips lightly teasing my cock through my pants.

The movie itself was weird. It was an action romp: guy with gun (Jack) goes on killing spree to avenge his dead wife. Except, unlike movies back in my own home, like half the film was devoted to building up a romantic relationship with a nurse named Amethyst. She was sexy, sure, but the film felt like it dragged every time she came on screen, and their chemistry was just bizarre to watch due to the weird gender inversions at play, even after having had plenty of opportunities to get used to it. Amethyst squirmed in delight every time Jack took off his shirt so she could patch him up, and verged on straight up sexual harassment at several points, with him clearly telling her to knock it off.

Somehow, that was the prelude to a romance, with the pair making out for a few seconds as the final act ramped up, and him being seen going to Amethyst's apartment one last time right before the credits rolled. It was just bizarre - it really felt like he should just hate her and not want anything to do with her, since every time he'd tell her to knock it off and stop drooling she'd just utterly fail to do so. She tried, but not very competently.

Anyway, after the film ended, we went on a double date at a burger joint built into the mall, with me sitting next to Sophia, who kept her hand on my thigh as we sat down. "What did you think of the movie, Sam?" Emma asked.

"It was nice. I really liked the relationship between Jack and Amethyst. She was so... aggressive, it was hot."

"Oh?" Emma asked, leaning up closer to Sam. "You like aggressive girls?"

Sam let out an awkward laugh and inched away. "It's different in real life, Emma," he told her, and she let out a huff of irritation as she settled back down into her own seat. "What did you think?" He prompted me.

"Oh. Uhh. The romance was just weird. It really felt like he didn't want anything to do with her. He constantly told her to stop staring, stop touching, all that stuff."

"He was just playing hard to get, not that you'd know anything about that," Sophia said, smiling wickedly as she did so, her fingers groping my thigh tighter. "Guys act like they don't want it because normally they're afraid of being called sluts, slut."

Sam's expression tightened at that, giving Sophia an irate glare, then a sympathetic one to me. I'd come to recognize that expression: it felt like every single guy who knew anything about Sophia would give it to me. I will leave the reason why as an exercise for the reader. "I don't think it's really that simple," Sam drawled.

"It totally is," Sophia continued, seeming to delight in seeing Sam get more and more tense, her hand on my thigh sliding towards my cock and starting to grope me out of sight. "Guys just want to fuck and you just have to give them the right excuse. Amethyst just kept up the pressure until Jack could tell himself it was just a 'heat of the moment' thing, that's all. Then, once they've got the one act under their belt, the hamster gets running in its wheel and now they have to justify their behavior to themselves." Every word seemed to make Sam more and more annoyed. "That's why he comes back to her place at the end of the film, if he just made out with her for no reason, he'd be a slut, but if he's romantically interested in her, he's not a slut. It's like guys - most of them, anyway," she added, giving me a quick glance to emphasize her point, "- can only think about how not to be called a slut."

"Sophia," Emma half-growled at her. "Come on. Don't start a fight."

"You're just jealous that my boyfriend's hotter than yours, and more obedient," Sophia said, gently cupping my cheek a moment later, turning my head towards her; she didn't even have to say a word, she just started kissing me harshly on the lips, her tongue slithering into my mouth.

Sam got up, then. "I'm not sitting here to listen to this misandrist shit. Your friend sucks, Emma." He started walking off.

"Wait," Emma said, hurriedly getting out of the booth herself, "come on, Sam, I know Sophia can be..." Her voice trailed off as she followed after him, leaving us alone in our booth. It was only then that Sophia broke off the kiss, a wicked smirk on her lips as she kept stroking my cock through my pants, staring me down all the while.

"You know what's something I always wanted a guy to do?" She asked, and I could think of probably fifteen answers to that question. While I tried to decide which one to give her, she leaned into me, whispering in my ear. "Eat me out in a public place, slut. Look at how long these tablecloths are," she said, her free hand toying with it. "If you slipped down under the table while nobody was looking..."

My reaction was not quite as enthusiastic as it normally was; Sophia quirked an eyebrow as she saw my hesitation. "Don't get us caught," I said, after a couple seconds, earning a wonderful smile from her as I slipped down under the table. I was soon in between her legs, and she slumped back in her seat, letting the tablecloth cover her lap as my fingers gingerly peeled her panties to one side.

I couldn't see much of anything down there, kneeling under the table, which made my attention to the sounds of the restaurant become intense. Every cough, every footstep, every "May I take your order" seemed to ring in my ears as I kept running my tongue up and down Sophia's wet sex, making her legs jerk and bounce on either side of my face. When the waitress arrived at our table to take our orders, Sophia's hand just gripped my hair, grinding it up against her cunt. "It's just me and my boyfriend, he's in the bathroom," she said, managing to keep her voice largely level as she did so. "We'll both have the burgers and he'll have a coke. I'll take water." Her fingers tightened still further on my head, as if urging me to get more insistent with my cunnilingus at exactly the same moment she was most likely to get caught.

I kept licking away, keeping the noise down as best I could as I suckled and teased her lower lips, and a few seconds later, the waitress departed for other places, making Sophia sigh. "Fuck. That's something I always wanted to do. Would've been sexier if we had a waiter, though," she said, licking her lips. "Especially a hot one." Her fingers kept running through my hair as she spoke, more to herself than me, explaining how erotic it would be. "Me, getting eaten out by my hot slut, and eyeing up some unsuspecting cutie, while that mouth of yours is put to good use." I could practically feel the arousal gushing out of her cunt as I kept licking away.

I decided to get things over with, using my powers to make her come before slithering out from under the table, wiping my face with a napkin quickly to clear away her juices from my mouth and lips as she rested there, panting softly in place, her eyes lidded with the raw, sheer joy of a woman who just got eaten out.

I absently rubbed Sophia's thigh, just as a gentle, reassuring movement as she caught her breath. When the waitress came back with the food, she gave me a look that suggested she knew what Sophia had had me doing under the table. I didn't care, though. As I started to dig in, Sophia finally recovered enough to start eating herself, taking a quick bite before speaking up. "That was fun," she said. "You're way better than that boring prissy little prude Sam," she told me, smirking as she did so. "Hotter, too," she said, giving me a quick smack on the cheek before she returned to eating.

"You're hotter than Emma too," I replied, which really got her excited, a quiet shift in her hips strongly suggesting she really enjoyed the compliment, her tongue briefly pressing against her cheek, as if she was considering trying to make me get back down under the table.

"Once we're done eating, let's head back to my place, slut. You can enjoy getting fucked by a sex goddess," she added, with a little wink, and my cock got hard in response.

Our conversation died down as we ravenously consumed our food, both of us looking forward to the sex that was coming more than anything else. She tossed down money for the meal (and I added a tip - she hadn't given one, which was especially inappropriate given she'd made our waitress act as involuntary voyeur for the act), and then we headed back to her place. She was practically rubbing herself all over me, groping my body freely, without a care in the world, a happy smile on her face and an aroused look in her eyes.

Then we got to her house, and she stopped, stock still, the moment that she saw a car in the driveway. It wasn't one I'd seen there before, but given the way she was looking at it, I was sure that she didn't like whoever the driver was. Her fingers dug into my hip like claws instead of just gently caressing me, and she took a deep breath as she just glared at the car. I could see the gears running in her head as she considered exactly what to do, her body language shifting slowly from surprise to aggression.

I decided not to let her get any more worked up than she already was, gently guiding her to turn around. "Let's go to my place," I said, in the gentlest voice I could manage.

Her lips twisted and jerked about on her head, twitching like a drowning worm, but after a few seconds, she just silently nodded. Her breathing leveled out, but there was still visible tension in her every movement, her every footstep, as she walked home with me. I didn't ask her whose car that was, why she'd flipped out; I just grabbed the first DVD I saw (a stupid horror movie) and tossed it in the player.

She sat down on the couch, still tense as the movie started up. I sat down next to her, gently wrapping one arm around her body. She let me pull her close, coming to rest her head on my shoulder. She didn't stop being stiff for a good long while, her shoulder tense as it pressed against me. A half hour into the movie - when the various dumbass teenagers started dying - she finally started to relax, letting out a long sigh and snuggling up closer to me, rubbing her body against mine in a way that was completely lacking in any lascivious intent. I gently rubbed her shoulder in return, quietly reassuring her of my presence and affection for her.

She didn't say anything for the whole movie. She laughed at a couple of the more ridiculous death scenes, snorting as this character got decapitated and that one got thrown into a wood chipper by the killer. By the end of the movie, she was relaxed and calm, just sighing as she brushed up against me. Her eyes were half-lidded, and she wasn't moving at all, just resting there, head on my shoulder. I didn't want to pull away from her, especially given the rather intense emotions she'd been feeling earlier, so I just shifted my weight slightly, leaning back against the couch and letting my body relax. I closed my eyes and started trying to go to sleep. She could use me as a pillow while I slept, I figured.

Instead, after a couple minutes, she pulled herself out of my grip, muttering quietly to herself. "Gonna get a crick in your neck," she said, as she walked about. I just stayed still, letting her do whatever she pleased; I'd gotten quite close to falling asleep and was now hoping that I could get in a nap soon, rather than thinking about heading back up to my bedroom to properly fall asleep. She wandered around, the sounds of her footsteps a distraction I did my level best to ignore. I heard her put something down on the couch, and then she quietly guided me to lie down, resting my head on a pillow - presumably, what she'd just procured.

She then gingerly laid herself down on the couch, right in front of me. She was playing the little spoon to my big spoon, as she pulled a blanket up and over us. It was something she rarely ever did. Her favorite way to fall asleep was just draped over me like I was a mattress (well, at least when we'd just fucked). If it wasn't that, she wanted me snuggled into her chest or something similar. I got the impression that she saw playing little spoon as some kind of weird power thing.

Whatever her thoughts were, though, she didn't immediately fall asleep. "You awake?" She whispered, voice quiet as a mouse's. I didn't respond. Talking would make it harder for me to fall asleep, after all. "Slut?" She whispered, as if it was my name and bound to catch my attention and force a response to that. She snuggled up against me tighter, her firm buttocks brushing against my erection through my pants. I still didn't respond. She lazily draped one of my arms over her body, wrapping her in my embrace without asking permission, not that I minded. "Thanks for..." she trailed off, letting out a long sigh. She wasn't even speaking to me, more to herself, since she was pretty sure that I was asleep. "Every other guy I've ever dated ran off, except you. Thanks for that. You're a good guy." She let out another sigh, rubbing herself in tighter against me.

Both of us fell asleep soon thereafter.