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Billy sat up in bed with a gasp. Fumbling on his nightstand, he finally found his glasses. Putting them on, he saw Kim tapping at his window.
"Kimberly," he groused. Getting out of bed, he hurried over to the window and opened it. "You startled me," he chided.
"Sorry, I didn't want to teleport in," she apologized.
"That's all right," he said, closing the window behind her. "But... "
"What am I doing here?" she asked. Billy nodded, truly perplexed at her arrival. "Would you believe a guilty conscience?"
"Excuse me?"
"Ever since we switched back to our regular bodies when your experiment mixed us up, I've been meaning to apologize...."
"For what?" he asked.
"You know how you told me that day that I could ... oh, what was it you said ... 'assuage my hormonal condition'? I did, but you didn't say I could do this." Kim handed him a Polaroid picture. "I know I probably shouldn't have done it, and I've been trying to find a way to tell you since that afternoon, but .... Well, you're just so cute, I couldn't help myself!"
Billy looked at the photograph calmly. It was an innocent enough picture, innocent being a relative term. He, or rather Kimberly in his body, was standing beside his bed, wearing nothing but a smile and an erection.
"Have you shown this to anyone, outside the team?" he asked.
"No one but Trini," she promised. "I'm really sorry I took this picture, Billy."
"I'm not upset you took it, but I don't understand why." Billy looked at her in confusion.
"You really don't know?" she asked with a chuckle. Looking at his face, she saw that he was sincere. "After all this time... Billy, you're gorgeous! Granted, you're too uptight sometimes, but... Look at that. Your chest and abs are hard, you've got really generous biceps... " Glancing back at him, she saw that he was blushing red.
"It's very nice of you to say that," he mumbled. He honestly couldn't understand his teammate's flattery. The few liaisons they had had, Billy found himself being complimented, and he truly couldn't fathom why.
"I meant every word of it," she told him. She suddenly realized just how close she was standing to Billy, but she made no move to step back. "Every word," she said again. Standing on tiptoe, she gently pressed her lips against his. Much to her surprise, he was quick to react. His arms circled her as he pushed himself deeper into their kiss.
Billy tilted his head, opening his mouth as he did so. A rush hit him that left him weak-kneed and practically clinging to the smaller Kimberly as he desperately and forcefully worked his open mouth against hers, moaning the whole while. Suddenly, though, his senses returned to him and he stepped back.
"Oh dear. I apologize, Kimberly," he stammered. "I- I-" It didn't seem right to engage in sexual intercourse with her if neither of them were actually having a hormone spike.
"No problem," she whispered. In a fluid motion that she gave no warning to, for fear that Billy would stop her, she pulled his pajama top open, baring his chest to her gaze. She slid her hands across the hard muscles, delighting in his barely audible groans. As her fingernails brushed simultaneously across his nipples, his entire body tightened and he actually shuddered.
A smile crossed Kimberly's face as she backed Billy to the bed. He sat down on the edge with a thump, but before he could lie back, she took his hands in hers. She lifted them to her shirt, and guided him in the motions of pulling her t-shirt off. He found himself possessed with a need for a taste, and he was more than a bit startled at himself as he gently caressed her breasts with his hands. He pinched her right nipple with his fingertips before he delved in to suck it into his mouth.
Kimberly arched her back as Billy eagerly suckled at her right breast. He promptly switched to the left, leaving her right nipple hard and aching in the cool air of his room. Exhaling a long breath, she tilted her head back as he spread his hand across her abandoned swell, gently squeezing and kneading her flesh.
She slid one hand down his back, grabbing at the tail of his open pajama top. She pulled it off of his body, making him break contact with her breasts. Locking onto his gaze, she slid her shorts off and crawled onto the bed, straddling him. Billy's eyes fluttered shut as she kissed him again.
He wrapped his arms around her as he shifted their position, placing their heads at the headboard. Billy rolled Kimberly onto her back beside him as he partially covered her body with his, still kissing her deeply. One hand delicately slid down her body, following her curves. As his hand dipped into the apex of her thighs, he was unable to resist sliding a finger inside her. She moaned into his mouth, pushing herself harder against him.
She slipped one hand inside his pajama bottoms and curved her hand around his throbbing shaft. He broke away from their kiss as he groaned deeply. She pushed his pants down, quickly working them off of his body, and in the process, forcing his hand away. Kimberly felt temporarily empty without the presence of his digit inside her. However, she placed herself above his body, one thigh on either side of his hips. She bent her upper body down to his, rubbing her breasts against his chest as she kissed him again. As her tongue probed his lips, she slowly lowered herself down onto him. Billy gave a healthy moan as his burning erection was engulfed by her warm, wet, soft womanhood.
Opening his mouth, he gently nibbled at her bottom lip as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tighter against him. She gently rocked her pelvis, shocking a shout out of him.
Instincts took over, and he began to rock with her. His thick, hard rod slid in and out of her, making her whimper as he pulled almost all the way out and then moan as he thrust fully within her. She locked her legs with his and rolled over, placing him on top.
Slowly and deliberately, he kissed every inch of skin he could reach as he thrust in and out. Kimberly undulated and writhed beneath him, bucking her hips up to match his tempo. She wrapped her arms around his chest, trailing her fingernails down his tense, tight back.
As her hand slid lower, she could feel his buttocks clenching and unclenching while his hips pistoned, driving himself deeper and deeper into her. Wrapping her arms tighter around his body, she rolled him over, causing him to break rhythm. She sat up on him, placing her hands on his chest. He sucked in a sharp breath as she brushed against his nipples. Smiling happily at him, she locked her gaze with his. He smiled back up at her, a bit sheepishly, as he moved one hand from their position on her biceps.
Kimberly continued riding Billy, thrusting her pelvis sharply against him. She felt Billy's hand traveling down her abdomen, tickling her with feather-light touches. His hand finally made it to the juncture of their bodies. He placed one finger on either side of his hard dick, marveling at how much different it felt with Kimberly atop him. He felt wider, harder, larger...
As she thrust down at him, Billy reached up, seeking out her tiny pearl of a clitoris with his thumb. Using her generous juices as lubricant, he began to firmly and steadily massage it, making her gasp in pleasure. She began to grind against him, their bodies slapping together noisily.
"Oh God, Billy, please," Kimberly groaned urgently.
"Please what?" he asked, between panting breaths. "Doing something wrong?"
"No," she told him. "Keep doing that." Whimpering, she felt the first tinglings of her orgasm creep up on her. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on nothing but the heat inside her and Billy's strong body against her. She found herself exhaling sharply at each withdrawal and sucking in a breath as he plunged deep.
With a muffled cry, (mindful that Mr. Cranston had caught Billy and Trini once when they got too loud), Kimberly's orgasm rushed through her. Her eyes shut tightly and she groaned.
"Oh God, Billy... " She felt herself spin, literally, and when she finally opened her eyes, she saw Billy above her.
He drove harder and deeper into her, her vaginal walls now holding him tightly. As soon as she moaned his name, he, too, exploded in orgasm. He coated her insides with his semen as he came, and he found himself groaning in concert with her.
"Oh wow," he moaned, still resting atop her, his spent manhood still firmly ensconced within.
"Is that as good as prodigious?" Kim smiled.
"Even better," Billy responded. With a heavy sigh, he rolled off of her, dislodging himself.
"Your body is much more fun from this side," Kimberly proclaimed as she cuddled up to him. Billy wrapped one arm around her and pulled her closer as he draped the covers across them both.
"I was contemplating the same thing," he grinned.
"We need Trini here to translate," she giggled. "That means thinking, right?"
"I think I'd rather have you all to myself, even if it is just for now," Billy said.
"I'm clear to stay here for tonight, but... Would anybody notice if I slept over?"
"I lock my door at night," Billy said, "and I wake up with an alarm after the house is empty. Do you want to stay with me tonight?"
"You bet," Kimberly affirmed, turning a bit to fluff up her pillow.
"You're one of my very best friends, Kimberly," Billy said. "Thank you for sharing this with me."
"No, thank you," Kimberly murmured. She turned into his chest, catching sight of his smiling face in the blue moonlight. She gave him one quick kiss before they both settled down to sleep.
"Billy?" she began, snuggling into his arms more deeply.
"Hm?" he returned drowsily.
"When I mentioned Trini earlier, it reminded me of something . . . she has a little problem she wanted to talk to you about, but she's kinda self-conscious about it. Do you think you could help her out?"
"I would be most delighted to be of assistance to her."
"I'll tell her tomorrow. You're the best, Billy."