Hello wunya I have a request, since it's pride month can you write a bisexual mc with Jo?? Like at first Jo thought mc only liked the male version of them and one thing lead to another and BOOM! We're having intercourse with fem!Jo ty ty pls pls don't feel pressured to write tho...luv u🫶🫶🫶
Perfect way to ring in pride month 😊 although these gay bells been ringing almost a week now.. ahem!
Also I had the irresistible urge to call this Bi Jo-ve, so we’re stuck with this now.
Here’s a lil sexy fun time with our favorite lady ghoul!
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One date plan you had with Jo was to sneak him in the dressing rooms with you and try on clothes together in a playful, public striptease. This could easily be done if Jo accompanied you in his female form. When you floated the idea to him, he happily agreed.
“Want to go right now, cutie?”
“Right here on the couch?” You bit your lip to tease him. He had sworn not to fool around in his office after Mio walked in and told you to pay him no mind so he could watch. Jo was not a jealous man, but he was protective enough of you to ward off coveting eyes.
“Tempting, but you know better,” he winked. Jo grabbed his coat and led you out the door for dinner and a a shopping trip.
After dinner, anyone who saw you would assume you were with a girlfriend. Which you technically were. You walked to one of her favorite stores, arm in arm and you each grabbed a selection of clothes, from lingerie to chic dresses. The shopping attendant didn’t bat an eye when the two of you entered the same deluxe fitting room.
“What should we try first?” Jo unbuttoned the front of her pink blouse. You batted her hands away when she was already midway down, taking your time to admire her body while you helped her undress.
“Your choice.” When her blouse was tossed aside, you ran your hands over her shoulders and down her sides, working your way to her shorts.
“You’re turning me on, you know,” she whispered.
“That’s the idea.” You kissed her lightly, feeling the slide of her lip gloss coating your lips. You never kissed Jo while she was a woman, but you had wanted to since you first saw her. It was like kissing Jo for the first time again, sending sparks from your lips down your spine. You let her shorts drop and wrapped your arms around her waist to press your breasts together.
Jo pulled away first and kept her voice hushed.
“But I’m… like this. Don’t you want me to change?”
“Do you prefer it that way?” You tried your best not to let the disappointment seep into your question. You respected Jo for being so open about their gender fluidity, admired it, even. But you didn’t know how long she had her stigma, and having sex in another form might be too much.
“Don’t you? I admit, I touch myself like this a lot when I think of you. Learning how women feel made me a much better lover.”
You flushed at the thought of her experimenting with her new body, experiencing the beauty and depth of pleasure as a woman, learning their sensitivities and resilience.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you like this for months.”
Jo’s eyes widened and she laughed bashfully.
“We haven’t even been together that long, you naughty thing.”
“What? You didn’t want to fuck me before you asked me out?” You tried to pout, but you were smiling so much you couldn’t purse your lips. Your sexuality was a secret, and being able to explore it with your partner who could fulfill both of your cravings seemed too good to be true. Coming out to her in this way made you feel light, liberated and bold.
“Of course, I did.” Jo made no protest as you unhooked her bra. You had set aside a bra and panty set to try on so this was inevitable, you just weren’t sure if she’d be willing to take things further.
Your tongues intertwined as your fingers slipped into her panties. You weren’t surprised to find that adorable heart shaped trim in her panties, since she had the same design as a man. You grazed past it to slip your fingers between her wet folds.
Jo gasped.
“I haven’t,” she paused to stifle a moan. “I haven’t had anyone else touch me while I’m like this.”
“Lucky me. It’s so much better than your own fingers, isn’t it? Even though yours are very talented.”
Jo chuckled at the compliment and rocked her hips into your fingers.
You heard rustling in another fitting room and decided to be more mischievous.
“You’re going to have to stay real quiet for me, okay?” You gave her another quick kiss and knelt, pulling her panties down to bare her cunt to your face.
She was biting her lip, bracing herself for another new sensation. You kept watching her while you dragged your tongue across her clit.
Her thighs clenched under your hands. She stood with her hips forward to give you more access, and shallowly rocked to ride your face. Her mouth was open in a silent cry and you mimicked all the incredible things she had done to you with her talented tongue.
Jo cupped her hand over her mouth when you added two fingers. The wet sounds of you suckling and fingering her was loud. Enough that you suspected the cough and shuffle of feet leading out of the fitting rooms was because of you and her. You were intent to make her cum before a worker came by to interrupt your fun.
The telltale trembling of her thighs guided you towards her climax. She came with a shuddering breath and part of you wished she had simply caved and let her voice free. But this was one of her favorite stores and she didn’t want to get banned.
You held her hips and kissed a wet trail up her stomach to her lips.
“That was…”
“I know.” You smiled. She was stunning flushed and blissed. “We should probably actually try some of this on before we’re kicked out.”
“Fine, but I’m getting you back once we’re in my car.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
You and Jo tried on your clothes and picked several to keep, planning occasions as an excuse to wear some of them. At the checkout counter, the clerk had a knowing smile but bade you to come again.
With a little extra emphasis on ‘come.’
