"You're not going to end up like Spancer, right?" you ask.
"That was my first question," Whitney says. "Getting ripped as fuck is one thing, but what's the point if I can't enjoy it? She said it would be like your operation. You're still you, right?"
"And when would she do it?"
"If I'm going to be in shape for that windsurfing thing-- I guess I'd better go see her tonight, huh?"
You gulp. That's a bit sooner than you expected. "What would she do to you, exactly? What would change?"
"Muscles, skeleton, some of my vital organs... all completely new, and 100% better. Gustav has the parts just lying around, apparently. First time I've ever been happy to hear about a guy keeping body parts in a fridge in his basement..."
You lean back, sitting on your knees in the cooling sand. The sun is an orange half-disc at the bottom of the pink sky. Whitney glows red in the twilight.
"I still don't know about this," you say.
Whitney clicks her tongue in admonishment. "Same Ally as ever," she says. "You think too fucking much."
Still lying on her back, Whitney hooks her thumbs under her bikini bottom and pulls it down, wiggling her shapely butt.
"C'mon," she purrs. "Last chance to fuck me before I'm a robot."
You embrace Whitney, wrapping your arms around her back as you lie atop her. Whitney thrills to your touch, her rhythmic heartbeat quickening beneath her tiny breasts. You hold your hand against her chest and feel her pulse through the palm.
"Pervert~" she coos. "Molesting me like some common--"
You look up, meeting her gaze. "Tell her not to take out your heart, okay?"
"Huh? Gustav has a special pump we can install that's way better than a normal--"
"Don't let her take your heart. Do whatever else you want, but keep your heart."
Whitney entwines her legs in yours and kisses you on the nose. "You're a real idiot for a super-genius, you know? Fine. If it means that much to you--"
You kiss her deeply. She surrenders to it, arching her back as if offering her body up to you. Reaching behind her, you untie her top and toss it aside, baring her perfectly formed breasts -- barely A cups.
The past months have taught you to appreciate busts of all varieties, but nothing beats the old standards. Whitney's chest is perfect. Two little mounds that fit perfectly in your hands. You hold them, rubbing the tender flesh in circular motions. You rake your thumbs over the nipples.
This indecent groping elicits a sensual moan from Whitney. She arches her back even farther, so that her belly goes taut and her calves strain. You hunch forward so that you can kiss her up and down, from her delicate neck to her navel and then back again. Her entire body is yours for the taking. You can do whatever you want with it.
"What are you waiting for?" Whitney whines. "Don't make me wait. Please..."
You rub her inner thighs. They're already slick with desire. You run your searching hands higher still, toward her bare mound, and finally swipe a forefinger across her dewy slit.
"Ally-- fuck, fuck-- PLEASE--"
You free your straining member from your trunks and pull her into another kiss to silence her moans. She forces her tongue past your lips and her eyes droop dreamily as you writhe around in the sand with her. And then you push yourself inside.
"Ally... Allyyyyy--" the syllables of your name become an incoherent sigh of pure pleasure as her silky, milking pussy envelops you. She humps herself against you as you pump inside of her. Your lovemaking is not gentle. Your flesh slaps wetly together, echoing against the sea's stillness. You pant like animals in heat as you relieve yourselves.
Her engorged labia rub against your shaft, sucking inward and smearing you with commingled fluids. Her muscles tense every time you bottom out inside her, and she bites her lips so hard you think she'll bleed. Her little hands grip your shoulders as if holding on for dear life, and she rides out climax after shuddering climax against your fucking cock.
"I'm cumming!" she cries. "I'm cumming in you! Can you feel it?"
"Yes," you groan. Her inner walls contract and spasm around you in fluttery ripples, like a warm wet mouth suckling on your cock. The velvet softness and perfectly snug shape that conforms like a glove to your manhood makes you delirious with lust.
Your fucking becomes less fluid, more uncoordinated and spastic, as you stab into her again and again, luxuriating in the tingly sensation of impending orgasm.
"I'm going to cum inside of you," you tell her through gritted teeth.
"Do it! Fuck me full of cum!"
"Ugff-- fuck!" you hiss. You let go of your load, throwing your head back in delight as your cock twitches and pulses and sprays a creamy mess in Whitney's cunt. You mash your lips against hers and breathe in her scent as you fill her with your seed.