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never done it with a woman.’
    ‘Uh… Well, technically, I’ve never “done it” with anyone, in this body. I don’t even know if I’m… equipped. I mean, I seem to have the parts, but I’ve no idea if I’d enjoy it or…’
    Ella moved forward, it was only a step and her fingers were working the closure at Aneka’s throat. The seam down the front of the suit was held together by a magic Aneka had not figured out yet, and soon Ella had it open to her navel where it stopped. ‘Let’s just call this a scientific experiment then,’ Ella said, her hands sliding back up over the smooth plastic to Aneka’s shoulders, pushing the fabric out and back and down her arms. Aneka could have stopped her, and did not, unsure of exactly why.
    Ella’s eyes watched Aneka’s as the leotard was pushed down far enough to expose her breasts and trap her arms against her sides. Aneka’s lips parted, her breathing coming faster. It was crazy really; anticipation was settling in quickly, easily. Delicate fingers traced a line across the underside of Aneka’s left breast. Her eyelids fluttered and a tiny sound, maybe a moan, broke the silence. Ella’s hands cupped and slowly lifted Aneka’s breasts, slid out to brush the sides. Her thumbs teased Aneka’s nipples, and this time the moan was louder and Aneka’s eyes slid closed.
    ‘I’d say you’re fully functional,’ Ella whispered, ‘but we should test your systems thoroughly.’ Aneka let out a gasp as she felt Ella’s lips close around her left nipple, the pressure as Ella sucked sent a tingle through her. A small, pointy tongue toyed with the engorged nub. If anything it seemed like Aneka’s new flesh was more sensitive than her old skin had been. Her breath stuttered in her throat as electricity burned in from her nipple and then down between her thighs. She felt herself dampening down there and heard herself moan, and felt a little ashamed of herself. It should not have been this easy to get between her legs, but here she was opening them for Ella like a tart. When the redhead’s fingers pressed firmly against the plastic covering Aneka’s sex she knew she was lost.
    ‘Get up,’ Ella said, her voice thick with lust, ‘I want you naked. I can’t taste you through that suit.’
    Aneka got to her feet and the suit was pulled down from her waist, over her hips, down her thighs. Ella’s hands gripped her arms turning her and pushing her down. Her back hit the bed and she felt Ella’s hands parting her legs, and then Ella’s hot tongue was snaking between Aneka’s labia. It had been a while since anything which did not need batteries had been there, even excluding a thousand years of enforced celibacy; Aneka let out a groan of sudden need and leaned forward, her right hand wrapping into Ella’s hair and pressing her mouth in hard. Ella seemed to be happy enough with this turn of events, eager even. Her tongue began lapping, circling, flicking, her lips locked over Aneka’s clitoris and she sucked.
    It did not seem to take long, maybe two or three minutes. Aneka doubted she had ever come so fast in her life, but come she did. It felt like an orgasm; the rising pressure deep inside her groin, the electric tension which seemed to burn through her clitoris and fill her, the explosion of white light which seemed to tear apart her mind and body. All of it felt just like she remembered, but more intense. She lay panting on the bed, not sure when she had fallen back down again, embarrassingly aware that she did not need to pant, or feel the afterglow of pleasure she was feeling.
    ‘You taste…’ Aneka looked down at the woman still squatting between her legs; Ella was licking her lips and looking the way someone did when they were trying to think of words to describe a fine wine, but her voice still had a huskiness to it. ‘You’re sweet and musky at the same time. Heady. I like it, and you certainly seem to be… equipped.’
    Aneka pulled herself upright in one