Meg’s Transformation Scene 225

Megan giggled. Though she had dismissed many a lecherous comment thrown her way, she found that she was now immensely enjoying his bravado. She lay on her back as he gently but assuredly explored her; kissing, touching, groping. He ran his thumb along the gap between her diaper and her shorts, back and forth, back and forth until she could tolerate it no longer and wiggled out of them. And when he pressed his fingers to her mouth, she licked and sucked them with the same greedy affection she had given her pacifier.
It was time for a second test.
“How long has it been for you?” she asked. If his answer was a week or less, she would think him a scoundrel and cut it off, regardless of her enjoyment so far. If, however, the time was too long, she would suspect he was lying. Again, he surprised her.
“Couple of weeks,” he confessed. “Some random chick I met at a party. I wouldn’t have even done it if I was sure you’d get back to me.”
Megan smiled. He was passing with flying colors.
“You?” he asked.
She felt a pang of embarrassment as she gave her reply. She had waited long; too long perhaps, if such a thing was possible, and her confidence had suffered for it. “Not since Ted,” she told him.
He stopped abruptly. “Do me a favor,” he said in a tone that was far more telling than it was asking.
“Yes?”
“Enough about Ted.”
She nodded. Enough about Ted was right.