You land on Jenn's little bud and transform yourself back into a tiny human form. The surface is slippery, as you expected, so it's a good thing you've got hiking gear for extra traction.
You settle into a nice cozy spot right above the clitoris and take a good look around. Jenn is apparently very careful about her hygiene--everything is nice and clean, and she smells fresh, without any artificial odor, just a warm, womanly smell. The panties right in front of you are even clean.
You reach down and begin rubbing her clitoris gently, not even enough that she would consciously notice.
Almost immediately, you notice a trickle of fluid start to work its way downstream from the opening of her vagina below you, and within a minute or two, it becomes a torrent, almost deafening at close range, although of course Jenn herself can't hear it. You can feel her muscles begin to tense and relax around you, and then you sense her growing still, as if she's puzzled by the sensation that she herself isn't generating--after all, she's trying to read Plato.
Just then, you feel her thighs separate a little, and then an enormous tree-trunk-sized thing slams into the front of her panties and starts moving up and down with a deafening roar--it's her finger, and she's trying to scratch what she thinks is an itch. You...
Thu Oct 11 12:52:41 2001