Giana - Futa/F (and maybe more later)

Hi all,

Seems that there was a roll-back so I'll post my story again. Both chapters in one so it's a little longer read. Though a short one compared to some of the other stories here.

It's been while since writing and it's not really flowing naturally and I see a lot of less than adequately sentences in this. But! I shall not stop just because I'm not 100 % happy. I never will be, that I know. So I do hope you can forgive me. I'm just happy to writing a bit again and hope people will like my stories and inspire me to write more and involve myself more again into the whole community.

Chapter 1

Today was the day! Giana had finally turned 16 last week and the test came back negative so she was allowed to have…sex. The thought sent thrills and shivers through her naked body. And a big goofy smile on her lips.

She stood in front of the big wall mirror in her room, looking at the body that just been washed, scrubbed, soaped, cleaned, plucked, shaved and scented. Stretching her arms up, she twirled in a small circle, keeping her eyes as much as possible on her reflection, nodding in acceptance of the clean body. Slightly red after the heavy scrubbing but still it was hard to find imperfections.

Her hands wound down below her abdomen and lifted her cock and balls up and to the sides.

“All clean.” She said to herself and the empty room. She couldn’t help herself with just sniffing her fingers.

“Right!” She bounced around and looked at the clothes on the blue covered bed. A pile of discarded clothes were stacked up against the headboard and a few select items lay ready on the middle. Donning the pantyhose first, she stepped into the skirt that was made of several layers of see-through dark cloth that now only hinted of her legs behind it. The tight white t-shirt with the markings “LET’S PLAY” and a picture of two controllers was slipped on. Snatching her small shoulder bag, she took one last look at the mirror and made a small jump of joy and left her room.

“I’m going now.” She called into the large living room, standing near the front door and with butterflies in her stomach.

Her mom, a voluptuous red-haired woman in her late thirties, almost danced out the room towards her daughter. A few smiling wrinkles gave away her age but she still looked, and acted, as a much younger woman.

“No way!” She caught Giana in a fierce hug and burrowed her face into her neck. Pulling back she stood smiling as her eyes watered.

“Way. And mom?” Giana exasperated.

“I know, I know.” Shaking her head and rubbing her eyes she tried to look more serious.

“It’s just…Are you ready? Are you sure, Giana?” She asked with eyes filled motherly concern.

“I’m sure, mom. We’ve talked about this many times. I’m nervous, of course. But we’ve both agreed on it. And it should only be done with someone you love and trust, as you’ve told me many times.”

“She does sound very