Chapter 2 - Friends for Dinner

"Good morning, sleepyhead!"

Penny yawned and mumbled something in reply before plopping onto a chair by the breakfast table. Her mother kissed the top of Penny's head as she passed behind her to get the orange juice from the fridge, placing the carton next to Penny's hand. Penny clumsily grabbed it, forgetting to remove the screw top on her first try before she managed to pour herself a glass.

Ever since she turned she never got enough sleep. Not only did it feel weird to have a penis, but half the time when she tried to adjust it so it wouldn't distract here when she was trying to go to sleep it ended up getting hard which made it even more distracting, and the only way to make it go down again was to masturbate which meant going to sleep took even longer. On top of that she had extremely vivid sex dreams which woke her up with a hardon two or three times per night, when she didn't just wake up from having an orgasm.

She'd had many dreams about Marie, the businesswoman who jerked her off on the train a couple of weeks back, and even though she hadn't encountered her again she couldn't stop thinking about her. Everyone else who requested to use her would still just ask her to masturbate in front of them or they'd play with her cock... her penis... for a little while before leaving her horny and frustrated.

So she had to get herself off a lot. The first couple of weeks had been the worst - she'd felt like she didn't do anything but masturbate, to the point that she had started to have issues with chafing on her shaft until her mother had shown her how to use lubricant. Now she was down to half a dozen times per day or so, but they still bought lube in bulk.

Penny's mother placed a plate of pancakes in front of her, and Penny felt her stomach rumble. She attacked the still steaming pancakes without delay, barely chewing them as she gulped them down, using the cold orange juice to protect her mouth from the heat.

She was just about finished when her mother spoke up, and though she was still not fully awake Penny detected a tone in her voice that made her instantly suspicious.

"So I've been thinking... it's been a while since we had company over and I think it's about time."

Penny dropped her fork, her fingers suddenly numb with panic.

"No! I mean... what, here? At home?"

"Yes, here, at home."

Penny was fully aware that the only person who had visited them since she became a futa was Miss Mendel, her contact at the Agency Office of Futa Whatevers (she could never remember the name, only that it was boringly bureaucratic), and she had hoped it would remain that way for a good while longer. It was one thing to have strangers see her as a futa, but friends of her mother? People she knew? In their home? The mere thought was humiliating.

But she recognized her mother's tone. She had already made up her mind and was presenting Penny with what was going to happen, not opening up the topic for discussion.

"Like... in a month? Two months? We really need to, uh, clean things up first..."

Penny cursed her sleepy mind for not coming up with a better excuse, especially since they had already spent all day yesterday cleaning up the house... Oh. Right.

"I was thinking tonight. No, everything will be fine, don't worry."

Penny tried to protest, but her mother had made up her mind.

"In fact, I already invited the Wrights."

"What?! Suzy and Claire?! No! Mom, please!"

Penny was half out of her chair with exasperation before a glare from her mother made her sit back down.

"I've had quite enough of your outbursts, young lady. You're going to run into them eventually, and wouldn't you rather meet them here at home first? Besides, you and Suzy used to be such good friends."

Penny made the kind of noise teenagers make when their mothers don't understand very basic things, like the fact that Penny and Suzy had been great friends when they were fourteen, five years and a lifetime ago.

What she didn't dare to express even in teenager code was the fact that even before she turned, she had thought Suzy's mother Claire was strangely attractive. She had never been able to pin down what it was, but there was something about her that made Penny's insides warm even before she'd known what that meant. Nowadays her former best friend's mother made frequent appearances in her dreams and the thought of sitting across the dinner table from her was exhilerating and terrifying all at once.

But she recognized that this battle was already lost. She could see in the way her mother tilted her jaw that she was not going to change her mind, nor take kindly to any tantrums.

Lacking other options, Penny rose from her seat and stiffly walked out of the kitchen.

"They'll be here at five! I expect you to wear something nice!"

Penny didn't answer, and slamming the door to her bedroom behind her wasn't nearly enough to quiet the jumble of emotions inside her.

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Penny stayed in her room for the rest of the day, leaving only to make a couple of sandwiches for lunch when her mother left the house to get groceries. She sulked about her mother inviting Suzy and Claire, which made her think about Claire, which made her horny so she had to jerk off, which made her resentful of her mother again. This cycle repeated several times until she had to open the window to air out the heavy scent rising from the cum-drenched towels in the laundry basket. (Early on during her change she had used tissues but as her loads grew heavier and more frequent her mother had started to provide her with a stack of fresh hand towels every morning instead.)

An hour before the Wrights were scheduled to arrive Penny finally accepted that her mother wasn't going to relent and while it was tempting to show up in sweatpants and a dirty t-shirt she decided she didn't want to shame either herself or her mother in front of their guests. She took a long, hot shower and started to look through her closet for something to wear.

Penny's clothes were divided into three clear categories: A few favorite garments from when she was younger that still fit her, what she had worn before the change, and her futa clothes. The first category mostly consisted of comfortable clothes that weren't formal enough or too worn for a dinner party, even with old friends, and the last mostly consisted of very short, very frilly dresses. Putting on one of the latter felt like making herself out to be a futa and nothing else, and she didn't want to do that.

After digging through what she still thought of as her regular clothes even though she hadn't worn them in months she found an embroidered blouse she'd only ever worn to church that went with a pale yellow knee-long pleated skirt she had bought on a whim and never used. Before her change she'd mostly worn jeans or sweatpants, and none of the former would accommodate her penis, especially if - when, she reminded herself with a sinking heart - it got hard. With a skirt there was at least a chance that she could avoid complete embarrassment.

White socks, simple white shoes, a new bra, a pair of simple ear rings, and a ribbon to keep her hair back in a simple ponytail and she felt ready. As ready as she could, at least. She had to sit and breathe for a few minutes before her hands were steady enough to apply eyeliner and lipstick, and when she was done the doorbell rang.

Penny froze before willing herself to rise and go to the door to her room.

"It's only going to get worse if you wait."

She didn't usually talk to herself but speaking the words out loud and hearing herself say them helped. She opened the door and walked down the stairs.

By the front door her mother was greeting Suzy and Claire. Penny was relieved to see that she had at least made the right call when it came to picking out clothes as Suzy was also in a blouse and skirt while Claire was wearing a nice but casual dress. She was also wearing a bit too much too big jewelry, but somehow it worked for her.

Penny forced herself to smile and wave to Suzy and Claire.

"Hi."

To her relief they greeted her in the same relaxed manner, without any of the suggestive comments, knowing looks, or lewd double entendres her mind had dredged up while she fretted in her room. When Claire pulled her in for a hug she almost panicked, suddenly afraid her penis would instantly harden so she would feel it through their clothes. Of course that didn't happen, even though Claire's perfume together with the way she pressed Penny against her made her head spin. Though Suzy's hug was far less intimate it was just as friendly, and it helped Penny relax.

As they filed into the dining room and Penny saw the fancy table settings she felt a little guilty. Her mother rarely let her help with the cooking beyond chopping vegetables so setting the table was usually her job, but she'd spent all day sulking in her room instead. She tried to remind herself that it was because her mother had sprung this on her without warning, but now that everything was going so well it was hard for her to hold onto her resentment.

Dinner was one of her mother's infinite variations on chicken casserole, this time with couscous and broccoli. It was delicious as always, and the white wine didn't hurt either, even if she and Suzy only got half a glass each.

While Penny's mother and Claire talked about their jobs, the women in their yoga group, and the latest neighborhood gossip, Penny and Suzy danced around the topic of Penny's transformation. Penny soon learned that Suzy now preferred to go by Sue, that she was studying to be an architect, that she was dating another girl in her class but that it was very casual, that she was way into running, all kinds of things about her interests and what she'd been doing over the past few years when they hadn't interacted more than saying hi when passing each other in the street... while saying almost nothing about herself other than awkwardly speaking about things she'd done up to when she turned a few months back. Sue stumbled a few times when she was about to ask a question that would have forced Penny to say why she was no longer in school, or on the volleyball team, or any of the other things she'd been doing before.

Despite that topical minefield Penny and Sue managed to keep their conversation going and were finding their way back to the easy friendship they had shared five years ago, but that all ended when it was time for dessert. Penny's mother asked her to help clear the table, and since Penny's penis was still behaving itself by remaining pleasantly semi-erect rather than lifting up her skirt at full mast she readily agreed. As she circled the table collecting plates she suddenly realised that Claire's dress had a rather low neckline, and when she passed behind her Penny couldn't help but glance down at her chest. She wasn't sure if it was the sight of Claire's cleavage, the heady scent of her perfume, or that inexplicable something that made her so attractive, but even as she hastily walked to the kitchen Penny could feel herself grow under her skirt, the way the slightly rough material rubbed against the tip of her penis making it grow even harder.

Her chest heaving with short, shallow breaths and her cheeks burning with embarrassment, Penny set the pile of dishes down top of the dishwasher. She couldn't go back inside with her treacherous dick holding up her skirt, and if she didn't they would all know why. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the edge of the sink.

"Mom?"

Penny tried to keep her voice steady, but she felt like she would collapse into a quivering mess any second. She heard her mother making her excuses from their guests and almost wept with gratitude when she closed the door separating the dining room from the kitchen behind her.

"Sweetie? Are you all right?"

"Mom, I..."

Unable to say more, Penny moved her arm and turned towards her mother, showing her how her still rising cock made a tent in her skirt, a dark stain at the tip where here precum had already soaked through the material.

"Oh, honey."

Her mother's embrace was sudden and fierce, and it surprised Penny how relieved it made her feel. Her mother spoke while holding her, apparently unbothered by Penny's hard member squeezed between them.

"What do you want to do? I could tell them you got a phone call or that you're not feeling well, if you don't want to go back in."

Penny shivered.

"But... but they'll know! If I don't come back they'll know it's because I... because I got turned on! By them!"

Penny's mother hugged her tighter for a moment.

"Oh my sweet baby girl."

She broke the embrace and looked Penny in the eyes.

"They won't mind. Honestly, Penny, they really won't. They know futas are easily turned on, and they've been with you all the way through the meal so they know you haven't had a release in a while. I promise you, it won't bother them in the least."

Penny felt like she was about to start crying.

"But... look at it! It's disgusting! There's a big, wet, stain on my skirt!"

Penny didn't dare look up because she was sure her mother was rolling her eyes at her, which made her gentle tone all the more surprising.

"Tell you what. You go jerk off, wash up, and change into a clean skirt, then come back down. I promise you, nobody will say anything. I'll save you some dessert."

The combined shock of her mother being so frank about her method of release and the thought of spending more time with Sue and Claire after lacking other meaningful company than her mother for several months made Penny nod. The promise of ice cream didn't hurt either.

"Okay. I... I'll try."

"Good. That's all I ask."

Penny's mother kissed her on the forehead, then opened the door to the dining room to draw the attention of their guests while she waved Penny towards the other exit.

Gratefully, Penny hurried out and snuck upstairs as quietly as she could. Irrationally terrified that Sue or Claire would walk upstairs at just the wrong moment, she first went to her room to pick out a clean skirt, nearly panicking when the only one that matched her blouse was too short and tight that she could be certain it would hide her penis if it got hard again. After standing paralysed for several moments she grabbed it anyway, somehow deciding that a certain fashion failure would be worse than a possible erectile embarrassment. She brought it with her to the bathroom where she carefully locked the door, removed her soiled skirt, checked that the door was still locked, took off the rest of her clothes, checked the door again, drew two deep breaths, checked the door one more time, then went into the shower stall on trembling legs with her hard-on swaying before her.

Once she put her hand on her cock - when she was stroking it she always thought of it as a cock, ever since her encounter with the businesswoman Marie on the train - she couldn't let go of it. Her hand moved in bursts of quick strokes and she had to bite her lower lip hard to keep from moaning out loud. At first she couldn't get the image of Claire's cleavage out of her mind, but then the scent of her precum hit her and she was transported back to the train and she could hear Marie's voice whispering nasty, sexy words in her ear as she stroked Penny's cock, faster and faster, bringing her to the edge of orgasm when suddenly she remembered Claire's perfume. The memory dragged her back to the dining room and the view of Claire's breasts down the front of her dress, the way she had pulled Penny so close to her when they hugged, then farther back still, seeing Claire in a bikini on the back patio, winking at her when she had made lemonade for her and Suzy, that one time she had stopped on her way home when she saw Claire doing yoga in the living room, her body in those tight clothes...

No! No, she couldn't! She couldn't masturbate to the thought of her friend's mom, not when they were both sitting downstairs talking to her own mother! She had to get back to the train, to Marie, but how?

She squeezed a drop of precum from the tip of her cock onto her fingers, raised it to her nose and breathed in heavily, but it wasn't enough. Maybe... maybe she had to...

Steeling herself, she parted her lips, hesitated, then licked the droplet from her fingers.

She shivered at the taste but more at how it brought her back to the train again, and now it was Marie's fingers rather than her own, bringing her more of that strange, salty taste, and she started stroking herself again, remembering the older woman's whispered words in her ear, how she'd let her cum if she swallowed...

Penny swallowed, and immedately something released inside her. Her hips bucked as she came, a soft cry escaping her lips before she could catch herself, her hand stroking herself as her cock pumped out thick streams of hot cum that spattered against the tiled wall, releasing more and more of that heady scent as she kept coming.

When her orgasm died down Penny leaned back against the wall of the shower stall, panting hard. Once she trusted her legs not to collapse under her she used the shower handle to rinse off her hands and penis, drying off on a towel before putting it in the laundry basket. She dressed quickly, checked herself in the mirror, froze with her hand on the doorhandle for almost a minute, then opened the door and went downstairs.

Penny slipped into the living room and sat down on her chair while trying to draw as little attention as possible, aided by the fact that Claire was telling a story that had both Sue and Carmen laughing out loud. Her ice cream had gone soft while she was dealing with her release, but it was still good. By the time Claire finished her story Penny had picked up enough that she was laughing along with the others and it felt like everything was back to normal.

The others kept talking while Penny finished her ice cream, then gathered up the dishes and put them into the dishwasher. This time she avoided the visual trap of Claire's cleavage and had no embarrassing hardon to keep her from rejoining the others afterwards.

They kept talking for a good hour and a half. Penny mostly listened but occasionally she added to a story one of the others told or interjected an observation about one thing or another.

When things started to wind down Claire raised her glass to Penny and her mother.

"Carmen, Penny, this has been a delightful evening. I hope it won't take another five years before we see each other again."

When everyone chimed in Penny thought she caught Sue giving her a look, but she dismissed it as imagined.

Claire emptied her glass and they all got up from the table, Penny bringing up the rear as her mother followed their guests to the door. They hugged their goodbyes on the porch, but when Penny's mother went back inside Sue held onto Penny's hand, waving to Claire as she started down the driveway.

"It was really nice to see you again."

Sue's voice was low and soft, and there was something in the look in her eyes that Penny couldn't read.

"Yeah. Yeah, it was."

Sue was still holding Penny's hand. She seemed to hesitate before she spoke again.

"Do you... do you remember when we used to have sleepovers at each other's houses?"

Penny nodded, blushing as she lowered her eyes, not entirely sure why.

"Do you remember how we used to practice kissing?"

Penny's breath caught in her throat as Sue stepped in closer, trapping Penny against the wall.

"Y-yes..."

Sue raised her hand to Penny's cheek, brushing back a few stray hairs.

"Did you know I always wanted to do more than practice?"

Penny's heart was pounding as she shook her head.

"I still do."

And then Sue's lips were on hers, both of them stopping there for a moment before completing the kiss.

Penny felt like she was melting as Sue pressed herself against her, kissed her, brushed her fingers through her hair, held her face, touched her arms, reached down to squeeze her ass, pressed her hips against Penny's...

Penny froze when she suddenly became acutely aware of how hard she was, but when Sue lifted her skirt up and grasped her shaft she didn't protest.

"You don't need to hide this from us, you know. Nobody thinks less of you because you're a futa now."

Penny was breathless, leaning back against the rough boarded wall of the house as Sue kissed her neck and gently stroked her cock under her skirt.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed by your needs. We all have them, in one way or another."

Penny whimpered as Sue's other hand somehow found a way in under her blouse, her fingers stroking Penny's stiff nipple, lightly squeezing her breast.

"I know you went up to jerk off... Was it because of me? Or my mother?"

Penny gasped, partly at the question, but mostly because Sue slid her hand to the tip of her cock, caressed it with her palm and fingers.

"Don't worry, I don't get jealous of her, not anymore. Even back then I knew you had a thing for her... more than for me, at least."

Sue started stroking Penny's cock again, drawing another gasp from her. She couldn't help it, the touch of her friend's hand on her was electrifying.

"It was her, wasn't it? You went up and stroked your cock, this cock, thinking about my mother."

Even though it was only partly true, Penny found herself nodding. Explaining her complex feelings about Marie and their encounter on the train was too complicated and, considering how public that was, perversely private.

"Y-yes... I-I just... had to..."

Sue scoffed, but she smiled as she did it, shaking her head.

"I don't know what it is everyone sees in her, but I have it on good authority that you're not the only one who's gotten herself off thinking about my mother."

Sue's hand sped up and Penny felt her knees buckle, forcing her to cling to Sue to stay upright.

"Oh, you like that, don't you? My hand on your cock? Or is it still my mother you're thinking about?"

Penny tried to protest but she couldn't even shake her head.

"Are you going to cum for me now? Is it really enough with just my hand?"

It wasn't just her hand, of course, but Penny could barely stay upright even with Sue holding most of her weight, much less form the thoughts and words needed to explain what Sue's presence and words were doing to her.

"Yes! G-god, yes! I... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

"You're gonna... what? Climax? Cum? Have an orgasm? Shoot your big, fat, sticky load of sperm all over my hand?"

Sue pushed Penny up against the wall, kissing her lips, her neck, the top of her chest while her hand worked furiously, stroking Penny's cock faster and faster, the tip rubbing against the silky material of her skirt, making her cry out as she got closer and closer to cumming.

"Y-yes! I'm gonna... cum! All-all-all over your hand! Oh god, please, make me cum! I need it so bad!"

Penny should have felt humiliated by the begging note in her voice, but she was too deep in her need to care. All she wanted was the release.

"You want my permission to cum? Not yet... first I want you to think about all the things we could do if you came for another sleepover."

Penny heard herself whine in frustration, so close to the edge but unable to go over it.

"You and me in my bed... kissing... undressing... touching... maybe I'll even let you fuck me..."

Penny drew a shuddering breath, her body arching as she begain to crest.

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Me on all fours, you standing behind me... my hand grasping you and guiding you inside..."

Sue squeezed Penny's cock harder and sped up her pace, kissing and sucking her neck.

That was finally enough to push Penny over the edge. She felt herself start to shake a moment before she came, her body held upright by the way Sue pressed her against the wall, her eyes rolling back as she almost choked with the intensity of her orgasm, her hips thrusting against Sue's hand as she released her load in thick, heavy spurts under her skirt.

Sue didn't stop stroking her, she kept going, kept kissing her neck as her hand continued to move quickly up and down Penny's shaft, sliding over her sensitive tip with a gentle squeezing motion, Penny's sperm still leaking out in a slow but steady dribble, most of it sticking to Sue's hand or the inside of Penny's skirt but some of it spattering onto the porch.

When Sue finally removed her hand Penny was panting, her cheeks burning. She didn't dare to open her eyes to look at her friend, but when Sue kissed her she parted her lips and let her tongue inside.

They kissed like that for a while, Penny leaning back against the wall and Sue pressing herself against her, leaving sticky stains on Penny's clothes as she caressed her. When Sue broke the kiss she methodically and unapologetically wiped her hand clean on Penny's skirt.

"I enjoyed this, and I'm pretty sure you did too."

Sue smiled when Penny finally dared to meet her gaze.

"But the offer of a sleepover still stands."

She gave Penny a final kiss before turning, speaking over her shoulder as she walked away.

"I don't promise you'll get to fuck me, though. Maybe Mom will get you first."

Unable to answer or even judge if Sue was joking or not, Penny waved goodbye as she tried to catch her breath to go back inside.

She was starting to realise that being a futa would be very different from what she had expected.