A Coy Pond and a Couple of Trees Part 1
By Sabrina G. Langton
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Author's Note: Hi, welcome to my epic story about a CD who's backyard transforms almost as much as 'she' does. It will be in four snack size bites. It starts out a little sketchy but ends up quite romantc including lotsa sex 'n drama, I hope YOU Like it.
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Monday
The girlfriend was almost gone. Six whole days by myself. All alone to pose and take pictures in front of my mirrors.
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"You don't mind me going away without you, do you?" My girlfriend Lainie asked me this question again. She has asked it all month, ever since she decided she wanted to get away with her friend Joan. We were getting married in another two months and she said she wanted to sow some wild oats.
"If that's what you want to do, it's fine with me. Do what will make you happy." At first, I thought it was weird that she needed time away from me. We had great sex, I was pretty easy to live with, and I bought her this big house we were in six months ago, though she preferred to stay with her mom. But then I figured she would be bitter in the long run, I didn't want her to think she missed out on something.
"You won't mind if I hook up with someone on the cruise?"
"I will, but just don't tell me about it."
She always brought up the fact she didn't sleep around enough before she met me. We were both twenty-seven, and I figured who cares about figures like that, but that was all she talked about lately. I think her friend Joan had a wild past (and present). Lainie told me that I was the one who introduced her to a more intriguing and expanding sex life and she wanted to explore. Meeting over two years ago, we went from shy, quiet, sexually unambitious ingenues to pretty semi-wild adventurous 'women.' Women? well, technically I was male. Personally, I didn't even realize she was changing. Me, on the other hand, I was learning more and more about what I liked and I seemed to like almost everything. I was completely satisfied with our sex games and nights together.
"You can spend your time alone dressing up, maybe you will do it so much this week you will be tired of it by the time I come home."
"Really? I don't think that's how it works."
Lainie knew I was a crossdresser, well, definitely gender fluid. I showed her pictures of me after two months of dating. She was a little jealous at first because my legs and figure were so much nicer than hers. She was always on a diet but she wouldn't exercise at all, not even with me. I had been dressing since I was about seven and once I turned sweet sixteen I decided I was going to keep the most girlish figure I could. I was at the gym at least four days a week, and I was addicted to squats. I even had some more exercise equipment in a spare room. My body was light, a little curvy, and femme. We have even incorporated dressing up in our playtime and Lainie was quite into it. She was usually the initiator and would let me dress her up too, and then the two of us would flirt and grind against each other all night.
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Lainie and Joan were going on a cruise to Florida and then maybe spending some time back in New York City, they were going to play it by ear. She decided we wouldn't even talk to each other for the week. We would be completely on our own, just like we were two single 'women.' Personally I liked the idea of getting and being married, all my friends were and they seemed quite happy. I was thinking that it was probably Joan that was making Lainie want to experiment, not me, though she told me that they never experimented together. Not that I would have cared either way.
I waved Lainie goodbye, and once she was around the corner in the Uber, I was in the shower getting ready to become Giselle. I was going to spend the whole week as a woman. I figured, why not? I took off work, bought a bunch of new outfits, and got ready to luxuriate in my new home. I lived in Rockaway, Queens on a beautiful block right down from the beach. My side had big houses and backyards and across the street had big houses and huge garages. It was a block filled with families.
First I put on some music. I had my iPod hooked up to my stereo system. Even though it was the 2020's, it was still the mid-2000's technology-wise in my house, but musically it was always the seventies. Tavares, Chaka Khan, and The Bee Gees played in the background as I danced around in my towel.
'Blamin' it all on the Nights on Broadway
Singin' them love songs
Singin' them straight to the heart songs'
Once I shaved and lotioned, I slipped on my new lingerie. A gorgeous white lace bra filled with my C cup forms. I had on white panties, a waist cincher, and beige pantyhose. I sat and did my makeup, spending a long time on my eyes and lashes. Soon my eyes and lips were big and beautiful. Next, my red wig, which matched my hair pretty closely. It was long and straight reaching the middle of my breasts. I slipped on a tight light blue dress with a flared hem. It reached right below my knees. I then put on my strappy silver sandals. They were four inches high with a platform and totally stunning. Once I had my clip-on earrings and golden necklace on, I posed and took pictures for the next half hour.
Becoming a girl was a long process, but I just loved the outcome.
My phone started to ring. It was Lainie. "I forgot to tell you since you were going to be home most of this week I got someone to put in a coy pond and a coupla trees in the backyard."
"You did? When are they coming?"
"I figured they would be there already."
She hung up, the bell rang.
"Shit," I was all dressed up as a sexy housewife and I wasn't ready to show myself to anyone. I took a peek out of the window. There was an older man that looked familiar at the door, he saw me. He smiled and waved.
I had to open the door. I took a deep breath and practiced my voice. I turned the knob, the slight May wind wrapped itself around my blue dress.
"Hi, we're ready to get started." He took my hand, I had short terrible nails. I was about to put on my press-on's. There was a large truck and a jeep out front. "You know me, I'm Bryson from next door, I'm so glad there is another tranny on the block. A hot one." He laughed and pulled me more outside, he was still holding onto my hand. "This is the crew, we will be here all week." He then introduced me to the six men in work shirts and jeans.
I had never been so nervous, I never even walked out of my front door in a dress. The back door? Of course all the time, but never, ever the front. I didn't even know what to say to them. "Hi, um, can I get you something?" My voice was small and cracking.
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I was in my kitchen, making coffee and iced tea, I also put extra bottles of water in a cooler with ice. I was shaking, Lainie knew I would be dressing up, why would she hire men to come over? Why would she hire the neighbor? And she must have told him I was a crossdresser, well tranny. This is the first time I ever heard his name. Bryson? I was looking out the back window through the blinds. He was probably twenty years older than me. He had dark hair and a little gray at the temples and he was taller than all the other men in his crew. He was definitely in charge.
The music was playing, and I was waiting for the coffee and tea to brew. I put on my press-on nails, they were long and frosted pink, I didn't feel completely dressed up without them. I put on a couple more bangles and slipped on my sunglasses, I was now ready to serve the men. I wished I wore jeans though, but there is no way I could change now, it would seem a little obvious.
I walked outside and all the men watched me and my boobs. I set up the coffee urn with cups and then put the cooler with the beverages on my patio table. I had the water on ice and I had fruit and snacks, I was hoping I wouldn't have to come back out all day. Bryson saw me and jogged over, he took hold of my hand.
"Nice color. You have very sexy hands." He held it a lot longer than I was used to. I felt the other workers watching us. "The men are going to use the facilities in the little cabana you have in the back." He pointed with his free hand and I just nodded, I lightly pulled my hand away, I didn't care what they were going to do I was going to hide in the house. As I opened the door he called to me."Hey! What's your tranny name?" I turned and a couple of the men carrying supplies stopped to look at me, I felt like such a fool.
"Um, Giselle."
"Nice, thank you, Giselle, I'll knock when I need you."
I walked back in. "Ugh." I leaned on the back of the door.
The day dragged by, I was nervous doing almost anything. The men had completely taken over the front, side, and back of the property. When I texted Lainie about them, she texted back, 'Deal with it I'm on vaca.'
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Monday Night
I saw the men getting ready to leave and pack up. Bryson had been coming in and out of the house all day to ask me questions I couldn't answer, now he was in my kitchen.
"You don't mind if I take a shower here do you?"
I was thinking here? Why? He lived RIGHT next door. "Umm, really?"
"Yeah, I was figuring we could order something, hang out, you know, whatever."
Whatever? Shit, I wanted him out, I would be stuck with him all week. A week of dressing was turning into a week of stomach pains. I was stunned and I didn't know what to say, but the silence made him confident.
"Great, show me which one to use. I could use the one in the back if you'd like." He had a shopping bag with him and I made him follow me.
Lainie and I had a nice size house almost as big as Bryson's. I had three full bathrooms, not counting the one in the cabana. That only had a little outside shower, I would feel bad making him use that one. I brought Bryson to the one off the kitchen, it was the furthest away from my girlie bedroom. Hopefully, I could get rid of him.
"Wear something nice for me tonight, so we can remember our first time together." He gave me a sly grin. Was he kidding me, what did he mean? Just because I looked like a woman didn't mean I would be able to perform as one.
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He was taking quite a while in the shower so I took one too. I needed to relax and change. I would take a long time myself and maybe he would get bored and go home.
When I finally got out I heard him call. "I love the music, I keep hearing my favorite songs. I ordered food and I have some wine when you're ready."
Ready? Ready for what? I was getting nervous again but I wouldn't revert back to a male, I wanted to be a girl the entire week and I wasn't going to let Lainie or the neighbor ruin it for me. All my outfits bordered on sexy but I found a nice red house dress that I hid in the back of the closet. Lainie bought it for me last Christmas to wear around the holidays. She told me I looked very demure. It had tank sleeves and was layered and long. The hem came down to my ankles. Underneath I put on a red bra and panties, then my nude pantyhose and red three-inch sandals. Imagine, these were some of my lowest.
I heard Bryson singing and then he called up the stairs, just as I finished putting on my light application of makeup He had been here for an hour and a half. "Do you like white or red wine?"
I walked to the foot of the stairs making a lot of noise in my heels. "Anything is fine," I told him.
He caught a glimpse of me. "Wow, can't wait until you are sitting with me on the sofa." He laughed and I heard him getting things ready in the living room.
I had on a different red wig. I felt the one I wore this morning was too sexy and this one was shorter and layered. I looked more like a housewife wearing it.
Bryson was waiting for me as I descended the stairs. He stopped to look at me, examining my lips and eyes, and then took my arm and led me into the living room. He had two glasses set up and a bottle of red that he must have brought. He poured and smiled, I could tell he was looking forward to this.
"That little girlfriend of yours told me you were a tranny. I thought you were one of her friends when I first saw you in the yard." He smiled as we clinked glasses.
"I'm not a tranny, not that there is anything wrong with that."
He was studying me, he seemed to be obsessed with my dark red lips. "What d'ya mean?"
"Just call me Giselle," I said, I didn't want to talk semantics with him. He laughed again and he moved closer to me. He smelled quite nice after his shower but I wouldn't let it affect me.
We spent the next twenty minutes talking. He told me about his ex-wife, and his business, and his house. He was full of conversation starters. He also couldn't stop touching me. He was rubbing my legs through the long dress and playing with my hair. I liked the attention from a man but he was making me too tense. My little 'clit' was even smaller and descending into my body I was so nervous. He then took our glasses and put them on the table. he leaned in and tried to kiss me as I backed away.
"What are you doing?" I looked him in the eyes for the first time. His gray eyes.
"What? It's just a kiss." He leaned in again and his lips were on mine I wouldn't open my mouth. The front doorbell rang. He lightly squeezed my boob and stood up. "Dinner is here, we can pick this up later, haha."
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"Okay, goodnight," I told him after we ate. I was cleaning up and had my back to him while I was at the sink. I felt him move behind me. His hands made their way up my sides and then down where he started to rub my ass. I froze.
"I have been checking you out all day, I love living next door to a hot woman."
I finished and tried to turn around, but he started grinding against me. His lips went to my neck and his body moved into mine. I couldn't move he had his arms around me while I held onto the sink, the steam making me wet. I suddenly felt his hard cock push into me right against my lower back.
"Please Bryson, maybe you better go. I don't want Lainie finding out about this." He spun me around and chuckled as he tried to kiss me again.
"Let's not worry about her." He brought me back to the couch. "Let's just sit." I fell with a plop as he stood over me. He brought down his pants and they slithered around his knees, his cock was hard and straining in his briefs. He moved closer and brushed it on my cheek as I closed my eyes.
"Please be careful, Bryson, please stop."
"Stop? Don't you want my cock? I read a lot of stories on the web and trannies always like a bit of cock."
I looked up at him, his cock now brushing my lips inside his briefs, I was afraid to move. "Well, what about the other stories where they don't?"
He laughed and took down his black briefs, his nakedness was at my lips. "Come on Giselle just a little suck, Lainie says you are great at this. I'm looking forward to it." He then grabbed my head with both of his big hands, I couldn't move. I was more afraid of losing my wig than my dignity.
I looked up at him and opened my mouth and gave a tentative suck. I then let him plop out again. "If I'm going to do this you have to be nicer about it, let go of me."
"Nicer? Really? I'm reading the wrong stories and hearing the wrong rumors." He then grabbed his cock instead of my head, it was about seven inches and aimed it at my mouth again. I let it enter slowly. I would be lying if I told him I never did this before, well at least not with a real cock. When I was younger I thought about it all the time. Men had always invaded my fantasies, they still do. Lainie even bought us both dildos. Mine was very realistic looking, it even had veins and balls. She would sometimes wear it with a strap, and it stuck out of her jeans. She would laugh and say it was so much bigger than mine, then she would tease me and ask if it was turning me on. Lainie bought herself a bigger pink one with batteries, it looked like a rocket from the fifties. Oh, and it had a remote which she hid.
I let him do all the work as he moaned. "Yes, this is what I have been thinking about the last two weeks. I knew you had an incredible mouth. You have perfect, cocksucking lips."
Did I? Was I really doing a good job, I was barely moving, my tongue seemed to be the only working part of my body. He pushed in a little more as I let out a little cough, as he smiled. He kept telling me that with more practice I would get better. I felt him tense up and he grabbed my hair again. I put my hands on his belly and hip, he was moving too fast and I wanted him to slow down as he pushed in and out of me. He then started cumming into my mouth, I was completely unprepared for it. I pulled off of him and he came on my face and dress, just a little went down my throat. It wasn't that bad, actually, I think I liked it. He was just a bit too rough and I felt my neck was sore.
After his orgasm subsided he pulled back up his pants and spread out on the couch. I looked in my compact and fixed my lipstick. He watched and started rubbing my arm. "Baby, that was great. I haven't had a blow job in a long time. When I was married I used to get one all the time."
I had to get him to go. "Ok, maybe we should call it a night," I said into my mirror. I didn't want him thinking he could stay, and I was quite worked up myself. Hopefully, after cumming he would be tired and leave.
He smiled and brushed my cheek with his fingers as he stood up. He lifted me and gave me a last kiss. "I can't wait until you meet my son. He is going to love you"
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I didn't sleep all night in my pale blue, silk slip and stockings. I was worried about now having to take care of Bryson's son as well as him. I probably wouldn't mind it, but I hated being told what to do. I was guessing that Bryson was in his mid-forties and his son in his early twenties. They were both too old and too young for me.
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Tuesday
I had to get up, I'm sure the men would be here early. I was going to dress down today, way down. Well as down as my crossdressing spirit would let me. If I was going to be home alone, I would be trying on all the costumes and fantasy outfits I have gotten over the last year. Because Lainie had been so receptive to me dressing up, my wardrobe has expanded by five hundred perfect. When I first moved into the house months ago, I started in the smallest bedroom upstairs, now I have the second biggest. I would leave the master bedroom for Lainie and me after we get married.
My 'Giselle' bedroom was the only one completely furnished. I even had a beautiful vanity with a large antique mirror. I had a huge closet and extra shelves just for heels. The room was painted a soft white with two big mirrors surrounded by light bulbs on the wall. I had a white dresser covered with my perfume bottles and girlie collections of lotions and sprays. Lainie couldn't believe how I could immerse myself into my woman's bedroom so easily and thoroughly, telling me she felt like she was going to move in with her big sister.
When she slept over we would start in the living room but end up in the bed in the master bedroom, surrounded by nothing. We didn't even have curtains. We never went in my 'girlie' bedroom, she didn't like waking up in another woman's room, which always made me giggle. She thought of me as another 'woman.'
Sex as two 'women' was so exciting to me, I had never been with someone as experimental as Lainie. I had never been with someone who let me dress up. She told me it felt so kinky, but it didn't feel like that to me at all. It was quite vanilla compared to what I read and watched on the web. We would both start in lingerie, something silky and revealing. I always wore my C cup breast forms, and practically hung out of my teddy. Lainie would be dressed in something longer and we both wore high Pleaser heels. We started making out while rubbing our breasts together. I loved rubbing my boobs against hers, I imagined they were real and I tickled them with my fingers and long nails. Lainie wasn't a fan of long fingernails but to me, it was a must. I would fantasize that we were two married women exploring each other while our husbands were watching a game in another room. In our heels, I was just slightly taller, I asked her to wear six inches while I wore five. I loved we were almost the same height, I was 5'8" and she was 5'6", but in our heels we were Amazons.
I would then slip my fingers into her pussy, she never wore panties, while I always had on something silky and matching. I knew exactly how to rub her and she could cum just by my probing fingers. I knew every one of her spots. Just by watching our breasts smush together and me feeling her up could cause me to have an orgasm but Lainie wanted me to cum like a girl. After she would loudly orgasm, she would put on the realistic-looking dildo with a strap. It usually stuck out of her long nightgown. Me, I always wanted to show off my legs in something short but Lainie thought my legs were so much sexier than hers so she kept hers hidden.
The silicone cock would be pointing at me, "Look what you are doing to my dick." She would tease. "How dare you make me so hard you slut."
Lainie would make me lean against one of the tables so she could watch herself impale a woman in the mirror behind me on the wall. The cock would slip under my crotch, and then she would move back and forth. The rubbing of my 'clit' which was facing down was amazing, and I loved it, plus it felt and looked like I was being fucked. I imagined the hard cock was entering my 'vagina' and I just wished I could catch a glimpse in a mirror. Soon she would hold my hips and thrust as I put my hands on her shoulders. It didn't take long before I was cumming in my pantyhose and panties. My panties would be drenched the rest of the night. I was glad we were so far away from the neighbors, I would make so much noise.
If Lainie was too tired for that, she would instead sit me in front of the laptop, then brush and play with my long hair. Sometimes she would change my earrings, she liked to imagine she was getting me ready for a date. There were a couple of men that she would watch that turned her on. She liked them big and built. They would play with their cocks and she would make me get close to the screen while she took pictures. She would make me practice my voice and I would ask the fantasy man to cum on my face or inside my mouth. Sometimes she would give me the silicone cock so I could practice with it. She would rub her body against me playing with her pink rocket. At first, none of this did anything for me, I just loved being dressed, but now I crave it. Feeling her rub her silky nightgown against me while encouraging me to be a slut was enough to make me orgasm. I loved how happy and excited the men looked when they finally came. Sometimes I didn't even need to touch myself. She always laughed and called me a whore when that happened.
We always had sex as two 'women.' Lainie and I had not had penetration for over a year, she always just played with me with her dildo and I always made her cum with my fingers or mouth. I thought she was satisfied, and now she was on a ship having sex with men waiting for the foghorn to cover their screams.
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I heard the workers, before I saw them, and intercepted them in the yard. I was wearing tight faded jeans, a three-quarter print sweater, a flannel shirt wrapped around my waist, and three-inch heeled black boots. I had on my long wig to cover my boobs which looked so big in the tight sweater. I smelled like roses from my perfume, and they all watched me as I laid out the coffee and muffins. I was always a great hostess.
"Wow, look how cute you are this morning," I heard Bryson behind me. I spun around. He ran his fingers through my hair. "I love this color and you smell so nice. I'm a lucky man."
"Okay," I said, "I will leave you to get on with work." I tried to move but he pulled me into him for a kiss. We were watched by all his workers. They all knew I wasn't a real woman and part of me was quite satisfied that they didn't care, but I didn't want them to think we were a couple.
"I am quite hard right now," He whispered, but I couldn't tell, I had the jeans, sweater, and flannel between us. I had my hands, with long red nails, on his hard chest, trying to get him to stop pushing into me. "Maybe I could sneak in after I get the men started." He laughed and kissed my neck.
I was flustered when I headed back into the house. I wasn't used to all this attention. His hands and eyes were continuously all over me.
When I was a 'woman' with Lainie it was only about the one sex act. Nothing before or after, I don't think me in heels actually turned her on. Once we were done with our orgasms she left me alone. She either went home or went to sleep in the empty bedroom alone. If I was dressed as a guy we would watch TV six feet apart, both of us falling asleep on our respective couches. She didn't really like too much intimacy after sex, she didn't really like intimacy at all. I feel it was the only thing I wished was different, I wanted to be in someone's arms during my afterglow, that was what I craved.
Public displays were no-no too, I learned that the hard way. She used to hit me in the balls when I got too close.
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Tuesday Afternoon
Later on, I tidied up the house and cooked lunch for the men, while listening to music. I needed to be busy, knowing that Bryson was going to come in and expect something, it was making me anxious. I was checking my makeup in the hall mirror when I heard him come in.
"Giselle! I love this song." He told me while getting closer. "I got some time, let's play a little." He walked over humming and took the flannel from around my waist. He whipped it off and then he put his hands up under my sweater. He was cupping my breasts in my silky bra and kissing my neck. It happened so fast I wasn't prepared to stop it.
"Um, Bryson," I was getting a little worked up, I wasn't used to someone enjoying my body so thoroughly. "Maybe we should move out of the kitchen, some of the men are watching us." I could see them peering in the window standing near the patio and water bottles. I'm sure they were as surprised as I was.
I had to calm him down, his hands were all over me. We walked into the other room and he pulled my ass into him. He started rubbing himself on my bottom, I could barely feel anything through the denim. He then put his strong hand under my crotch and gave a rub then a squeeze. I was tucked tightly and this was my main erogenous zone, of course. I was tucked, I felt like a girl. This is what could get my girlie juices running, Lainie knew it and saved that move only when she was in the mood. Bryson pushed his cock into my ass while he rubbed and squeezed my crotch some more. I think he was amazed that I looked and felt like a woman. He then bent down and started kissing my ass. "A girl's ass in jeans is so hot." He told me. I was thinking I was going to turn him off a little but he was more excited than last night. "You look incredible in anything, wait 'til Derrick gets a look at you."
He spun me around and started to unbutton my jeans. He was still stationed by my crotch. He kissed as he let down the zipper.
"Bryson? What are you doing?"
"Making you feel special." He told me. He soon had my zipper down and his mouth on my blue panties just inside the zipper. I was nervous and getting hard, I was fighting getting too excited. "You smell so good." He then kissed the cotton of my panties and started moving up to my belly. He brought the sweater over my breasts exposing the bra as he played with my boobs. Finally, he was standing in front of me, this tall, older man, hard and forceful, kissing my lips.
"It feels like you a have a nice tight pussy in your panties. We will have to investigate when we have more time"
I didn't know what to say, he was turning me on. I wondered if Lainie was okay with him enjoying my body. Is this what she was looking forward to? Were we both meant to experiment?
"I'm sorry baby," He told me as he spied the clock on the cable box. "I hear the concrete guy arrive."
He pulled back, I was in all sorts of emotional overload. Was he kidding me? Now he was leaving. He was such a man. I grabbed him as he started to move away. "Play with me first. You have to finish what you started." I called to him and he laughed as his hand entered the front of my jeans again. Soon his pants were down and his cock was pressing against me. His fingers played with my little 'clit.' I was enjoying this a little too much.
He pulled back between kisses. "Are you a tranny or one of those transexuals?"
"Neither." I breathed.
"I don't feel anything in your panties."
"You don't feel me starting to cum?" I grabbed his cock and started to boisterously rub as he had his hands down my pants. I moved my leg up around his and pressed. He started to moan and I felt his cock throb against me, shooting cum all over my legs. I then put my arms around his neck and ground my lower half into him. I felt myself cum, oh my god I was having an incredible orgasm, and it was with a man.
I let out a soft moan as he went back out into the world of concrete.
***
There was a huge truck in front of the house and everyone was working. It was the first time in two days I could relax. I had such a wonderful orgasm and I went to take a bath and change. I came again while I lotioned my legs and relived the past hour. My legs were the most feminine part of my body and I loved them. I kept my 'clit' tucked and my breast forms on the whole time and if someone walked in on me luxuriating in the bath they would only see a woman.
I had never had such a strong orgasm as the one I had with Bryson. He smelled so much like a man, is that what I had been missing? I knew I loved being held and manipulated in my panties but I think being in his arms is what took me over the edge.
I just couldn't believe he was going to leave me hanging.
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End of Part 1 of 4
A Coy Pond and a Couple of Trees Part 2
By Sabrina G. Langton
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Author's Note: Giselle meets a couple more people, and even leaves her house. All this while her backyard gets a little more amazing... Hope YOU like it...
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Tuesday Night
I decided if I was going to meet Derrick I would dress a little sexy. Why not. This was supposed to be a week of experimenting with sex, and I might as well join in. It's what Lainie would have wanted, I tried to convince myself.
I had on a snake print mini dress. It was so tight I had to wear a waist cincher. It was sleeveless and showed so much of my cleavage. I wore a thick collar to cover the breast form seam and my expensive gold necklace positioned right above my boobs. I had on nude pantyhose and nude six-inch platform pumps. I wore more makeup slightly heavier than usual, then glued on my big false eyelashes. I painted my nails red, the same color as my lips, and slipped on my big golden hoops.
I clicked down the stairs to wait for the men. Bryson had something to do after working on the yard and he told me he would be back in a couple of hours. This was better, I could get myself all dressed up and then mentally prepared. I had a date and I was ready for it. The orgasm he had given me today was a complete ice breaker.
I had a bottle of wine all ready when the bell rang. Bryson had been walking in and out the last couple of days it was nice that he was finally being respectful to me.
I took a deep breath and opened the door, I would be meeting someone else like a girl. It used to scare the hell out of me but I think I was finally getting used to it after only two days.
"Giselle, god you look great." Bryson took me in his arms and kissed me on the lips. We moved more into my living room. "This is Derrick, my son."
Derrick walked in and took my hand. He was as tall and as handsome as his father. "Dad was right you are totally beautiful." He smiled at me as I led them in. He handed me some flowers.
"Thank you, let me put these in water and I will pour us some wine." I had them sit around the coffee table.
It's crazy but I didn't really remember seeing Derrick around on the block, though he said he had lived here his entire life. I was so unobservant and I tended to rush into the house. Bryson then put his arms around me. I was thinking this was it, I would have to take care of both of them now. but we just started talking and I was liking the attention. He was telling Derrick how he would watch me while I was in the backyard. "I never imagined," He told us, "That this sexy woman would be in my arms right now. You know you would never look at me." He laughed as he gauged my reaction.
"You were probably being sneaky, I never noticed you, I thought I was all alone."
"You won't be all alone anymore," He then kissed me. I opened my lips. It was my first real kiss from a man, and I felt Derrick watching us approving. Then the front bell rang.
Derrick stood up, "I'll get it, that's got to be Terri."
"Terri?"
We were still on the couch when Derrick came back in.
"Giselle, I'd like you to meet my fiance."
"Hi. Oh, my gawd. Look at you." She skipped over as I stood up. She kissed my cheek and I felt her stubble. She had long brown hair and was about as tall as me in her heels, she was quite nice looking, except for the slight shadow of her beard line. Terri was definitely a crossdresser.
I was a little confused and looked at Bryson. Did I now have to take care of the three of them?
"Terri lives in the green house across the street, what are the odds of two hot trannies on the same block."
I got another glass for Terri as she sat into Derricks' arms, they looked quite comfortable together.
I poured the wine and we cheered to new friendships and Terri told us how they met. "I was trying to sneak into my garage with my car but it wouldn't open. The block was filled with kids and neighbors, ha, I was wearing a tiny, tiny, mini I didn't want anyone to see."
"It was too late, I saw. When she came out of the car she had the most incredible legs." Derrick then kissed her. "I ran over so fast to give her a hand. I really wanted to see who the owner of all that hair was."
"I wasn't used to talking to someone I didn't know. Then Ray walked out, gawd, he was so pissed."
Derrick laughed, "He was pissed at me talking to his girlfriend,"
Terri interrupted, "And at me for talking to another man. And for going out in a dress in the first place. He doesn't like me in drag. Haha."
Ray was her boyfriend, and I knew I had seen him. He would say hello in the morning when he would walk to the subway. I had seen him Friday.
"I now have two boyfriends," Terri giggled, "One for my girl side and one for my boy side. I like the girl side so much better of course." And then they kissed, it was nice. I liked the two of them right away and Derrick seem to really have feelings for her.
***
We talked and drank for most of the night, I was enjoying myself. I had company and my body was leaning into Bryson, I was loving being in someone's arms. Then things took a little turn.
Terri disengaged from her fiance's arms and moved closer to me. "You know one of the boys' biggest fantasies, don't you? Tandem blow jobs, ha." She giggled, she wanted to see my technique for giving head, even though I told her I didn't have any. "Come on boys, down with the pants. This is the moment you have been waiting for." She was a little crazy and very funny, I decided to do whatever she wanted. I was liking her very much and as long as I didn't have to suck multiple cocks I was happy.
"I don't know how proficient I am at this," I told her and they all laughed, but I was serious. They all thought I was a wanton woman but in reality, I was just an amateur crossdresser.
The men sat on the couch with their pants and briefs at the ankles. I moved the coffee table and we kneeled between their legs. I couldn't believe I was going to do this. Looking at my long nails gave me a little more incentive.
"Wait," Terri yelled and got up to take a video with her phone. "The internet will love this." She then got back down and played with Derrick's cock. "Do what I do, Giselle, I am a pro at giving head."
I suddenly felt very glamourous with my long red nails and my hair touching Bryson's thighs. Both me and Terri were about the same height in our heels and on our knees. and we dipped our heads to take the cocks into our mouths. Father and son blow jobs.
We were just two women taking care of two men. I followed what she was doing, there was room for so much improvement. She was able to take the entirety of her boyfriend's cock into her mouth but I kept gagging and coughing. She told me I just needed a little more practice. I started wondering if I would be doing more of this in the future. I couldn't see Lainie letting me have a man over the house to practice my sucking. I could imagine that conversation though; 'Oh, Lainie, Bryson is coming over for some head, I'll try not to let his moans drown out the television.'
I loved the feel and heat emanating from his dick, it just wasn't the same with the dildo I had hidden upstairs. The dildo wasn't as thick as Bryson and it usually wasn't attached to a body when it was in my mouth. My favorite part was him lightly playing with my hair and holding my hand. Our fingers were intermingling, I felt a little special.
"Come on baby," Terri was encouraging Derrick. "I want you to cum, cum for me." She then went down on him again, I was impressed.
Soon I felt Bryson tense up and he started moving a little faster, his hands now on my shoulders. I engulfed him again and waited for my prize. Soon he was cumming into my mouth. I had to lean back and have him slip out of me for some air. I watched him pump, and then some more jism flew from his cock. I went back and cleaned all the sperm off of his dick and thighs. My hand went to push into my crotch and I started to cum. I tried to look at him but I kept closing my eyes, it was way too intense. I was trying to watch Bryson's smile as I felt my panties fill up with spunk. When I was done I rested on his lap looking up at him, I felt wonderful. I didn't realize they were all watching. I was completely lost in my own orgasmic state.
Terri ran her fingers through my hair as I laid my head on Bryson's lap. "Looks like I need some lessons from you, honey." And then they all laughed, including me.
***
It was late, everyone was getting ready to leave.
"Since the boys are going to be busy in your yard tomorrow, I set up a spa day for us."
I was surprised, I never went out of the house as a woman, but I would totally love a day at a spa. "Maybe you should go without me, I'm not comfortable around people I don't know."
"Well you know me and I will introduce you to everyone."
"But..."
Terri put her finger to my lips. "Eh eh eh, no buts." We walked to the door and I hugged Terri goodbye, maybe it would be nice to have a friend. "Be ready at nine, we can have a quick workout. Then we can leave at noon, let's make the boys pay for a limo, ha."
I then kissed Bryson, it was late and I was worn out. I held onto him as he held and rubbed my body. He kissed me again, his tongue in my mouth, and his hands on my ass. I could feel him trying to lift up my tight dress.
"Let's save that for another day," I told him between kisses. I had never been this sexually fulfilled in my life.
"Before I go, I want to show you something." He took my hand and led me into the backyard. He turned on a switch and the lights went on, new and bright. "This is what I picked up before I came over." He pointed to the pond that the men had created at the far end of the yard. "Like it?"
The pond was bigger than I imagined and surrounded by lights and a little fountain. The water was continuously running and sounded wonderful. "Oh my god, I love it." The pond was filled with fish, there had to be twenty of them.
"You won't be alone in your backyard anymore." He smiled and we watched the fish swim. We watched for a long time.
***
Wednesday
Terri came over early and we heard the men enter the backyard. We watched them through the blinds.
"You know if you'd like we could take care of every one of those sweaty men." She told me, looking out the window. I was a little nervous thinking she would really ask them. She had a devilish gleam in her eyes.
We then did a workout that she was obsessed with.
"First take this." And she handed me two pills. "This is mainly for our butts, men love a nice big rear end." I did notice that hers was very round and firm, it was probably her best feature. We did squats and worked with weights for an hour and then we got ready to head into the city for our spa day.
I went to get showered and changed. Terri wanted us to be in something comfortable and then the spa was going to dress us in one of their outfits. I couldn't wait. I pulled on a black dress with red roses, my three-inch black heels, and a matching bag. I then got ready to leave, but I remembered my one piece of jewelry that didn't get clipped to my ears. I never wore it. It lived in a little purple box inside my vanity. A necklace. I had it for so long, I was always afraid I was going to lose it.
When the limo pulled up all the men including Bryson and Derrick stopped to watch. Part of me was nervous leaving as a girl, I wasn't used to being seen while dressed, but being with Terri made it so much easier. She even waved to people on the block as we got into the limo. We then waved goodbye to the men through the windows and headed into Manhattan.
***
An hour later we were in a private room at the Butterfly Studio Salon. Ara, a beautiful Korean woman made us get undressed and put on robes, she also made us wash off our makeup and take off our wigs. Terri's hair was so much shorter than mine. My hair landed right below my shoulders, if I could style it instead of wearing a wig I would.
"Bend over onto this table," Ara asked us. We did and soon our bare asses were getting cold. First, she gave us both injections, I was totally unprepared for it and yelped. "Ha, just one more in the other cheek." She then rubbed lotion all over our backsides. "This is 'Buttocks Plumping Lotion' I want you two to rub this in every morning and night. I'm going to also give you supplements to take home."
Ara told us we were receiving 'Brazilian Butt Boost,' it was part of the spa package. It was the same pill Terri gave me this morning. We then went into the steam room and then into a pool. The only thing femme about us was our mascara but no one even noticed. We were soon talking to other CDs and women.
Next was a shower and I was taught to use an enema. After we dried off we headed back into the salon. Ara brought in little swatches and matched them to my skin. She told me it was a surprise for tomorrow. She then took strands of hair from a book and matched them to mine.
"Another surprise." She told us and I looked at Terri who gave me a huge smile.
We were now on a table where all the hair on our body was removed, especially from places I couldn't reach. Next came a full-body massage. More lotion was put on our bodies and then Ara tucked our 'clits.' She used a tiny piece of surgical tape and laughed when I was surprised at the new woman in the mirror.
"Ha, it is still there, just on a little vacation for a couple of days, haha." She put us in bras, panties, and pantyhose and then picked us out outfits. She was going to match our makeup to the clothes she picked out for us. She talked the whole time making sure I knew what she was doing. She wanted us to learn. I knew it was going to take me longer than one lesson to get even close to mastering it. Another two women came in and did our nails. Soon I had long dark red extensions to match my toes. Next came our wigs, which were cleaned and restyled and looking better than ever. They parted mine on the side and the long red locks landed on my breasts.
Soon we were standing in front of the large mirrors. I had on a black glittery dress which came down way above my knees, my barely black stockings shining in the light. The dress was long sleeve and showed a fair amount of cleavage that Ara created for me. My heels were black, strappy six-inch platforms with a sexy ankle strap.
Ara watched the two of us primp in front of the mirror. "You know this is just the preamble to the main event."
"Is it?" I smiled.
"Yes, I want to see the two of you tomorrow at 2:00 pm. You two are going to be beyond gorgeous."
***
I couldn't drag my image away from the mirror. I couldn't believe how passable and different I looked. Terri also looked amazing, her beard line was completely gone. She told me she had to shave every six hours, but she just started laser treatments. I decided I would go with her in the future. It wasn't easy being a perfect 'woman.'
The salon gave us new matching pocketbooks and a shopping bag with our arriving outfits in them. I slipped on big black sunglasses and we headed out to the front of the salon, clicking on the tiled floor.
"Terri! Oh my god, your gorgeous." An older woman slung her arms around her. "Let me see."
Terri posed and gave a little twirl. "Mom, this is my friend Giselle, Bryson's girlfriend." Wait, was I a girlfriend. That little phrase made me all kinds of excited and with a huge smile on my face I hugged Terri's mom.
Wait Terri's mom?
"Call me Teresa."
We followed her outside into the chaos of the city. I was loving the attention my legs were getting from passing men. I was strutting and I never strutted. One spa day and my confidence was booming. We walked towards the corner and Teresa stopped in front of a huge RV.
The door opened and she ushered us inside. "This is my husband, Greg." Terri gave him a hug, it was her stepfather. We moved into the back and sat at a table as the RV took off. "I cannot wait for this weekend dear, you must be so excited."
***
As we headed over the Manhattan Bridge, Teresa poured some Kahlua shots with cream sitting on top.
"Let's toast to my little girl and her beautiful friend." She held up her glass.
"My very beautiful friend," Terri smiled, and then we drank.
"This is the only indulgence I have. Little tiny shots of coffee, I love it." She smiled and I fell in love with her, I wished my mother was receptive to my crossdressing. "You know," She moved closer to me, "I love Terri with an 'I' much more than Terry with a 'Y.'" She laughed as Terri with an 'I' shook her head.
"Mom doesn't care for gay men." She shrugged, "So she turned me into a girl."
We all giggled, but it made me wonder if it was true. I wanted her to turn me into a girl too. Please.
***
Wednesday Night
By the time we had dinner in the kitchen of the RV and headed back to Rockaway the men in my yard were gone. Bryson had texted me and said he would be busy tonight with the payroll for his company. I was actually going to miss him. Terri's step-father pulled up onto the quiet block and moved into Terris' driveway, it took over the whole space. In Manhattan, it looked tremendous but in Rockaway, it looked almost a block long.
Once we were outside, Ray, Terri's other boyfriend came out to say hello. He hugged Teresa and her husband and then they went to go back into the RV.
"Mom you can stay in the house," Terri told her. "We have plenty of room."
"No, Greg likes his mattress, we are going to head down to the beach parking lot. We don't want to be in the way."
Terri shrugged and she invited me inside instead. She whispered to me, "She doesn't want to acknowledge my gay boyfriend."
She showed me her house, it was set up like mine but her yard was only a tenth of the size. She then showed me the pictures on her walls of Ray and her male self. "Ray will be gone by next week, right honey!" She called to him in the other room.
"I would stay if you let me!"
She whispered, "He won't stay with me in dresses. He doesn't like drag queens. Wait until he finds out I am now presenting myself as a feminine person. I was never a drag queen."
He then walked into the kitchen with us, He walked over to one of the pictures we were looking at, It was the two of them in cowboy hats. "Look how happy we look, we are the perfect couple." He looked back at Terri, "I don't understand how you could choose Derrick over me."
"Derrick loves the female me and you miss the other." She shrugged, I could tell Ray loved her. It must be hard for him, though Terri knew exactly what she wanted and what she was becoming. The pull to be female was very strong, I felt it myself all the time.
Ray grabbed her hand, "These nails are so long. This is really what you need? Wouldn't you rather need me?"
Terri smiled with a crooked grin. "I'm sorry baby, would you like us to give you head, Giselle can use the practice." I knew she was crazy so I shot her a surprised look.
"Ha, you should see your face, Ray wouldn't be able to get hard anyway with a girl on his dick, haha. Unless you want him to suck you?" Ray shook his head annoyed and went back into the other room.
"No thank you." I definitely didn't want that, when I was dressed up I was all woman.
***
End of Part 2 of 4
A Coy Pond and a Couple of Trees Part 3
By Sabrina G. Langton
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Author's Note: Gissele has a busy weekend coming up. We find out a little bit more about her past as her and Bryson start to fall in love. I hope YOU like it...
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Thursday
Once again I was saying goodbye to Bryson and the men, to continue their work on my yard. I couldn't believe it was taking so long, all Lainie asked for was a pond and some trees. That morning I found her note 'I wanna coy pond and a coupla trees, that's it, how much?' Then a little scratch of a price underneath, this was so Lainie, it was messy and quick, I started to miss her a little. I sniffed the post-it, I tried to find her scent, I was thinking I should call her.
"Hey, Giselle! I can't wait to see you later." Bryson was smiling, I could tell he meant it. I started to get a little excited so I walked over to him, I was in my little dress and hugging him in the middle of the street. I was standing right in the middle of the street. The Limo was waiting to take us back to the salon. I knew the next time he saw me I would be a different 'woman,' well, according to the girls at the salon.
On the way to the city, Terri took something out of her pocketbook. "How do you like my ring?" She slipped it on her finger and showed it to me. "I don't like to wear it around Ray."
"It's stunning," I told her, it had so many diamonds and it must have cost a fortune.
"Ray was so mad at me when I accepted Derrick's proposal." She shrugged. "But he could have asked me first. I want to be a bride, don't you?"
I looked up, I wasn't ready for that type of question. "Mmm, I guess." I lightly touched my necklace, I knew it wasn't as beautiful as Terri's ring.
"Plus Ray doesn't want a bride. I think I would be too uncomfortable being married as two men anyway, but as a man and a woman, it will be nice. We will fit in on the block so perfectly."
Once back in the city the anticipation started again. I couldn't imagine what the women in the salon had in store for us.
"We are going to be busy today," Terri said while watching the traffic move around us. "I hope you have lots of stamina."
"I hope so too."
***
Once at the salon Ara ushered us into a dark room. We were going to start getting our hair removed by a laser, and today they were going to start inside our panties. We were soon panty-less on a massage chair. One woman was pointing a device near our crotch while another one was putting us in our new breast forms. We were both receiving D cups. The color was a perfect match and the silicone started right below the boobs and then right under my chin. It also covered my shoulders and some of my arms.
Then we had more shots and lotion on our asses. I felt a little numb this time and it seemed like my butt was bigger. We were then given robes and led into a different part of the salon. In two hours the workers gave us hair extensions. Mine was a perfect match to my own red hair. It was full of curls and landed right below my new boobs. They also gave us new lashes and my eyebrows became darker, thicker, and much more feminine. When they put us in front of a mirror I almost fainted, my heartbeat so much faster and my eyes began to tear. Then Ara pierced my ears, I began to tear even more. I now had diamonds glowing and shining through my hair.
We then went to get dressed, soon I was wearing a dark red velvet dress coordinating with the red on my long nails and lips. Underneath I had a tight corset. The dress was strapless and the sleeves were pushed down right above my elbows. I had on matching panties and nude pantyhose underneath and six-inch platform black heels. They put a velour collar around my neck to hide the seam of the breast forms. The boobs looked completely natural. Ara then helped me with my gold necklace.
Terri had on a dark purple dress, short with lots of cleavage we were both very sexy. "I can't wait for Derrick to start playing with my boobs, he is going to love them.'
Ara ushered us out and took some pictures in a small studio. While posing with the lights in our eyes I saw two figures watch us then approach.
Soon I was in Bryson's arms, "I'm sorry I missed you." I was quite shocked, I didn't expect to see him this afternoon, I would be more shocked as the day went on.
***
The four of us walked next door into a hotel and made our way to a place called 'Upstairs at the Kimberly Hotel.' We took the elevator to the roof. I felt so glamourous clicking in my heels and showing off my shoulders and cleavage. The space was beautiful, we were surrounded by glass and all the buildings of the city were peering in around us. I never went into places like this, but today I felt like I belonged here. My dress and hair were perfect, and I fit right in. All four of us walked into the bar, it was tremendous.
Derrick walked ahead of us and put his hands on a woman's shoulders who was sitting at the bar.
She turned around, "Huh... oh my lord you made it." And they hugged. They hugged for a long time, it sounded like the woman was crying.
Derrick then kissed her cheek and pulled Terri closer to him. "And this is Terri." The woman stood up. She was studying her from her purple heels to her dark brunette hair. She touched her cheek and then hugged her, Bryson and I watched from behind them. I felt strange being privy to such an intimate moment.
"Let me see the ring." I heard the woman ask. She then held it close, she smiled.
I held onto Bryson's arm as the older woman looked beyond the two of them to view us. She looked at me then Bryson.
"Hi, Susan, it's nice to see you again."
She walked around Derrick and Terri and leaned in to kiss Bryson. He smiled at her and then she turned her gaze on me. I felt like I didn't belong here, I was an outsider. "Susan, this is Giselle." Her eyes brightened, she seemed suddenly happy to see me. She kissed my cheek and told me I looked lovely.
We talked to Susan for a while as I watched the lights of the city turn on, I was so distracted. Someone handed me a glass of wine and we congratulated Susan. She suddenly started to cry again and she held Derrick. "I am so glad you showed up," She then looked toward Bryson. "You all look so perfect together. And you and Giselle are welcome to come too of course."
Bryson held me tighter, "Really? That would be great thank you."
I didn't really know what was going on, and I didn't want to ask. We drank our wine in the noisy bar and then Susan said she had to leave, we were going to see her later.
Terri turned to me, "I'm so happy she approves of us, ha. But of course, she would, girlfriend we are gorgeous." She then hugged me and we clinked glasses.
"Thank you for coming with me everyone, it's been so long," Derrick told us as he drew Terri closer to him. "My mother tends to make me nervous."
That little revelation started to make ME nervous. I turned to Bryson, "Is that your ex-wife?"
"It is. I haven't seen her in eight years. I knew she would love you."
"Me?"
He smiled, "Of course you, I never would have had the nerve to see her again if I didn't have you on my arm. You give me so much confidence."
A man then called out and announced, the wedding of Ted and Susan was about to start. I looked up at Bryson. "Are we going to a wedding?"
"I think so. We are definitely dressed for it."
***
Late Thursday Night
I couldn't believe I looked like a fashion model and was going to a wedding. I never thought that's where I would have ended up this morning. It should have been a traipse through my closet this week instead it was a run-through for real life.
They led us to a table next to the band, it was for six people. I was liking this even better, I wanted to show off. We met the two other people at the table, they were older and friends of the bride's. I couldn't wait to introduce myself. Starting right now I was a brand new person.
Susan and her soon-to-be husband were next to us at a table of eight. She waved as we walked through and introduced us to him. Then there was another table of seven on the other side of us. The seventh person was the photographer.
The restaurant was beautiful and surrounded by glass and further off New York City, Broadway never looked so good. I excused myself to wander while they served drinks and salad, I wanted to see what Fiftieth Street looked like from this vantage point, I wanted to see the city. I put my hands on the glass, I could see my reflection and I was quite content.
'Blamin' it all on the Nights on Broadway
Singin' them love songs
Singin' them straight to the heart songs'
The Bee Gees were running through my brain again, then the band started to play. Was I manipulated into coming here? Maybe, but who cares I looked phenomenal in the reflection of the window. Look at those breasts, I thought. It was fine, what was I worried about. I get a night out in a nice dress with friends, it was a weird surprise, that's all.
I went back to the table and sat with the others. Bryson stood and held my hand as we sat. Susan and Ted then stood up and a minister delivered their nuptials, it was nice and romantic. The hotel was beautiful and full of flowers and candles. Susan looked very happy to be getting married. Bryson told me she left him and Derrick years ago, he was glad she had finally found someone to love.
After the ceremony and dinner, we all got up to dance, me in my tight dress and high heels. I loved the sound they made when we got to the dance floor, and I hoped I didn't mess up. It would be my first time dancing with a man. The band started playing and Bryson held me in his arms. I was loving everything about this moment. The lights of the city were now above us. I looked up, I saw our reflection in the glass ceiling. My red hair was glowing from the lights.
"Are you having fun?" He whispered as I looked up at the sky.
"Mmm, I am," I whispered back. I didn't want to tell him that I had never been more excited in my life. Being all dressed up and hanging onto a man was doing something massive to the part of my brain which took care of my sexual desires. I started to think about Lainie, she would hate this. She always needed to sneak out early during anything that involved other people. Me? I would sit in the back and watch, I would take it all in with a drink in my hand. I wanted to be happy in my surroundings but sometimes it just didn't happen. Plus, I didn't want to be happy alone, I felt it didn't count. And other times the mood was all wrong, I could feel it with my fingers, it was tangible. Now here I was dancing and I was enjoying the company and the music. I glanced over at Terri and Derrick, they were dancing beside us. I was even happier for them. I was hoping Lainie was having as good a time as me. If not better.
Before the song ended Bryson started to sing along in my ear. "'Heaven Must be Missing an Angel.' Is this song about you?" he teased. "Cause you are here with me right now, ha."
Little did he know that singing to me was probably the easiest way to get into my panties. I loved that, it was so goofy to have someone sing to you, but I loved it.
He started singing the next song as the band mixed it up. "You know I can't smile without you, I can't laugh and I can't sing..."
I started to giggle, he was definitely turning me on with this corny song. I held him tighter as he kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth with ease. My hands around his neck and feeling his body press against me. His hands were tight on my narrow waist. I didn't want to separate, I wanted him to tear off my dress and make love to me right here on the dance floor. I could imagine myself saying 'Don't fuck me yet, just wait for the bridge.'
I stopped sucking his tongue and looked at this man holding me. "I don't really want to tell you this, but you singing to me is making me a little bit excited."
He looked a little surprised. "Of course it is. That's my technique. I sing to all my conquests." He smiled again. "Starting now."
"Everybody back to your seats for dessert," The waiters said and I reluctantly sat. My panties were so wet. I felt like such a dork, enjoying my date's attempt at wooing. It was something I was definitely not used to.
Terri was showing off her ring to our new friends at the table. "Derrick found this at an auction in Englishtown, New Jersey. It belonged to a woman who worked for Tiffany's, we think she stole it. She looked very devious, haha." She held it up to show us again, it was even more beautiful as it glowed from the candlelight.
Derrick smiled at me and noticed the chain around my neck. "Giselle, where did you get that necklace, it's gorgeous."
I just smiled and said it was a long story. Then Terri stood up and started hitting one of the glasses with a spoon. "Ladies and gentlemen, Giselle is going to tell us a yarn."
My mouth was wide open.
"Close that mouth dear," She told me, "and get on with it." She laughed and grabbed my hands. I looked around the table. I didn't like being the center of attention, plus Bryson's large calloused hands were investigating my thighs.
I theatrically took a large gulp of my red wine and placed Bryson's hand on the table where I could see it. I needed to concentrate.
"Are you sure you want to hear this? We could all get up to dance again instead if you want."
"Baby, just tell us." Terri laughed again. "I want to know something REAL about you. You are a freaking enigma."
The table laughed, I was beginning to enjoy myself... immensely.
To tell this story I would have to announce to the others that I was a crossdresser and I really wasn't looking forward to it. I didn't even know if these two other people would understand. But then I figured I was literally out of the closet what was the big deal. What was the big deal all of these years?
"Well, When I was younger I would go out every once in a while all dressed up, in a dress." I looked at the people at the table and they didn't seem too flustered or surprised so I continued. "I was twenty-one and I thought I was gorgeous. I used to go to Kings Plaza Mall in Brooklyn and window shop. I would go an hour earlier before the stores were opened, I was too nervous about seeing people close up. The only people in the mall were the older people doing their laps around the food court."
"Ahh, Giselle was making friends." Terri patted my hand.
"That's right... but, I really just loved hearing the click of my heels echo through the halls of the mall, and I loved going into the ladies' room. It was quiet and empty. One morning I was fixing my makeup and brushing my hair in the mirror, it used to be so long. Then, the lights went out. I got tense and slowly made my way out the door to head to the parking lot. It was like a dream, there was no one there and it was pitch black and completely quiet. The mall wouldn't be open for another half hour at least. I headed down the stairs holding on to the banister and went to look for the doors to the garage, they were locked. I walked back and went to turn right to go to another pair of doors when a man ran into me, knocking me over. I went flying, I even lost one of my heels. More importantly, he fell and dropped shopping bags that had broken and something noisy was sliding all over the floor. I felt some under me. I heard it but could barely see anything. I looked up and I thought I saw a knife and he was cursing me. He was cursing in two languages and getting closer. Suddenly the lights went on and three mall cops arrived with their guns drawn. Two grabbed him and one grabbed me."
"What? That's crazy." Bryson said and he moved closer to me. "Were you okay?"
"Mmm, not really but god, I was so nervous. I was wearing a little blue dress and one high heel, I was so embarrassed. The mall cops took me to an office and handcuffed me to a chair. I had a huge bruise starting to form on my arm where the guy ran into me. I also had a huge run in my stocking and I probably looked a mess. They told me I was looking at four years in jail."
Terri was listening with interest. "Four years for brushing your hair? They got some nerve."
"I was in the office for over two hours before someone came to view the Closed Circuit camera recordings. They watched me enter the ladies' room and then the stairwell, the same time the thief was in the store. They thought I was part of the team that robbed Lohmans Jewellers. Then they called my mother. She came about a half-hour later and dragged me out limping, she was so mad. She said I was an embarrassment, she made me sit in the backseat with a blanket around me." I shrugged, I felt a little sad and angry remembering.
Bryson held my wrist, "Ahh, then how did you get the necklace?"
"Well, a couple of days later I got a call. The Jeweller said they wanted me to come in so they could apologize. They were quite nasty to me while I was in the office. When my mother found out she screamed at me. She wouldn't let me go, but I snuck out anyway. I had to get all dressed up again so I got changed in the car. I was hoping they thought I was a real girl. I was thanked by Mr. Lohman himself and he gave me this necklace. He put it on me in front of a whole store of people and a photographer. It made the local news." I touched my necklace, it was the only jewelry I owned that didn't go on my ears. "I thanked them, they thanked me and I never went to the mall ever again. Or anywhere else."
"I will take you again." Bryson smiled at me and rubbed my hand.
"I locked myself in my room after that until I could afford my own place. I didn't even tell my mother I was leaving."
"So she thinks you are still in your room?" Terri commented.
"She does. She probably locked it from the outside. I haven't talked to her since."
***
The wedding was winding down, I was playing with my necklace and feeling a little sad after my story. Derrick and Bryson were talking to the Maitre d.
"I got us a room, is that okay?" Bryson told me. "It's so late." He sat down and gave me a little hug. "Someone is coming to get your sizes for clothes for tonight and tomorrow. A personal shopper."
I was surprised. "Really?" I wasn't ready to spend the night with a man. The night was so special I didn't want to spoil it. "Can we get two rooms?" I asked him. "I don't think I'll be comfortable if we shared one."
He just smiled at me, kissed my cheek, and headed back to talk to the Maitre d.
When he came back he grabbed me and we headed to the floor for one last dance. He kissed my neck, I was falling under his spell again. After our initial meeting, he became so nice, I liked how he was treating me. "Bryson?" He stopped and looked at me. "Um, maybe we can just sleep together. I think I would like that." I smiled at him. "Is that okay?"
I knew it would be okay.
***
Later Thursday Night
I loved dancing, I loved being held even more. I can't believe I went to a wedding, it was a dream come true for me. Getting all dressed up and dancing with a man. And now I couldn't believe I was about to share a hotel room with one.
We were no sooner inside our room for the night when there was a knock at the door. "Good evening." There was a young woman at the door with a shopping bag and a beautiful blue dress on a hanger. She handed them to me, "Have a good night." She winked and she was gone, leaving me alone once again with my man.
"How's that for service?" Bryson laughed. I went into the other room to check out what the personal shopper had gotten us and to undress. It had been a long interesting day, and I couldn't wait to take a bath and change. I left Bryson the items for him and took mine into the large bathroom.
I slid into the bathtub and put on the water jets. I heard Bryson talking to me outside of the door and I suddenly missed him. I cleaned quickly and got out to start getting dressed. My hair was up in a ponytail, still looking amazing. I was staring at a woman in the mirror. My little earrings glistened. My breasts were beautiful, they were damp and just ready to be fondled. All my makeup was cleaned off but my eyebrows and eyelashes still looked perfect. I decided on just a touch of mascara, lipstick, and blush. I had to try to do my routine even though I was entertaining a man.
As I got dressed and made up, Bryson took a shower.
Walking into the large fancy hotel room I stood in front of the large window. Once again Broadway was so beautiful. I was blaming the whole night on the lights of Broadway. They were so seductive.
I moved over to the mirror and I let my hair down. I started brushing the long red locks flowing over my shoulders, just like in that mall ladies' room all those years ago. I then realized I had to be a woman, that's what he expected. That's what Bryson expected from the moment he spied on me in the backyard. I looked up and suddenly caught his eyes in the mirror, I'm sure he was surprised by the type of outfit I had on. I never would have picked out something like this for myself. I knew he was going to love it. It was a bright purple slip, slightly boned, and had garters attached to it. My stockings were sheer, taupe, and gorgeous and I slipped into my black pumps. My breasts looked incredible in the cups of the lingerie and held with little straps. I felt my gold necklace from Lohman's and held it, I was changing into a completely different 'woman.' I would soon be saying goodbye to that twenty-one-year-old crossdresser that got into so much trouble years ago.
He was behind me as we gazed at each other in the mirror. He started to kiss my neck and he played with my hair. When his hand went to grab my breast he whispered in my ear. "So after the robbery you never went out again?"
"I didn't. Not until Terri took me to the spa. It feels like years ago, I can't believe it was yesterday."
"I want to take you somewhere. I want to thank you for being here with me."
I felt I should be thanking him.
He held me tighter, we started to move to imaginary music. He then whispered again, I felt his lips brush against my ear. "Do you like piña coladas, and gettin' caught in the rain?" He quietly sang. I looked at him in the mirror, I felt I had a weird grin on my face. "I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne."
I shook his hand as he tightened his grip on my breast. "Are you trying to seduce me with The Piña Colada Song?"
"Um... maybe." He kissed my shoulders and back. "I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne."
I giggled, I thought it was cute especially since he seemed so sincere about it. I turned around, his lips were level with my eyes. I loved that he wanted me. He had wanted me from the instant he first saw me and it turned me on thinking about it. I suddenly felt like I was a seductress and I wanted him to fuck me. I couldn't believe I wanted to feel him inside me.
"I will let you make love to me if you can tell me who sang that song. You have three guesses." I narrowed my eyes.
He stopped and looked at me. "I can make love to you? Really?" He was pleasantly surprised with that option.
"You can. Three guesses, you have a minute, mister." I moved more into the room. I put one hand on my hip and the other played with my red hair. I could see his mind working, he had no clue who sang it.
"Um, Cat Stevens?"
"You think Cat Stevens was going to sing about being into champagne?"
"Uhh, no, no, umm hold on let me think. Neil Diamond?"
"Closer." He was disappointed, I was loving this game. I was loving that my virginity was the prize.
"Wait, do you know?"
I turned around and bent over, showing him my ass. "I do, that is some of the useless information that resides inside my brain." I rubbed and patted my backside. When I turned around I noticed he was wearing a maroon velvet robe almost the same color as my dress from the wedding, and his cock started peering out of it.
"I can't concentrate," His hand went over his eyes as he thought hard. "Um, oh wait, Steely Dan?" He seemed so proud of himself. His smile was huge, I couldn't let him down.
"Close enough, they both sang about piña colada's, ha." I giggled again and put my arms around him. He grabbed my waist and we leaned in for a kiss. This one was different than all the others. This is the one that was leading me down the path to falling in love. Lainie always called me a romantic. I was a sucker for candlelight, seduction, music, and especially romance. I fell in love with her over a weekend.
"Sing to me," I asked him.
He laughed and held me tighter, I felt his cock push into my belly.
"Yes, I like piña coladas
And gettin' caught in the rain."
There was another knock at the door, he would never get to finish that song. He went to answer it and came back with a cart with fruit, champagne, and glasses. His cock was still hard and sticking out of his robe. "Whew, thank god I was at least close. Because, I'm not much into health food, but I am into champagne."
"I'm guessing that's all the lyrics you know."
"Mmm, maybe. But it doesn't matter, you already agreed to let me have you."
"Did I? Are you sure? I was thinking about health food and got distracted. Ha."
***
We were on the balcony drinking the champagne, he was once again behind me. He pointed beyond the city. "That's where our houses lie. I still can't believe I live next door to someone as beautiful as you. I was always jealous of Derrick. He found such a perfect partner."
"You should have introduced yourself to me before. We could have been together this whole time. You could have sung to me over the fence."
He laughed and he took my glass. "Do you want to hear another verse of that Piña Colada song?"
I giggled as his hands started playing with my ass, and he kissed my neck and shoulders again. I couldn't believe how much of a hot zone my neck and ass were. He was rubbing my behind so thoroughly I was getting excited. We were making out with the city as our backdrop. I had to reach up and hold onto him to kiss him properly. I loved that he was so tall, I loved that he was all man.
"Bryson?"
"Yes?"
"I'm not a tranny, I think I'm gender fluid is that okay?"
"I think it should be fine." He laughed and I felt his cock push against my stomach again. "I could check with my lawyer if it would make you happy." I gave him a look and then laughed, I was enjoying myself.
I was thinking that Lainie's silicone cock would be aiming perfectly below my crotch, Bryson was too tall and I had to take him into my hand to try to aim his hardness lower.
"Bryson can you put your cock," I backed up and pointed to my 'pussy' "here." I smiled, I was all of a sudden such a flirt. He smiled as he bent and his cock nestled under me, under my lingerie. I stood on my toes as he moved back and forth. I was getting so wet, this is what I loved. I caught a glimpse of the couple in the reflection of the windows. I hoped someone was watching us, and they would assume we were just a man and a woman. Bryson started to kiss my breasts but I could tell he was uncomfortably bent. He then lifted me and carried me into the middle of the hotel room. I was in his arms and we kissed again while he held me.
"You are really going to let me make love to you?"
"I really am." I had Lainie's dildo inside me, but Bryson was so much bigger, I was just hoping I could handle his entire large cock in my ass.
He laid me on the bed, his cock was so big, I nervously made a grab for it. I moved to the edge and took him into my mouth. His cock had been inside my lips all week. I had never had so much sex before, so much wonderful sex. I sucked as he lost his robe. I was now with a naked man. My hair floating around my face, I was lost in my own eroticism. I was tucked into little purple panties but so excited. I stopped sucking and moved back onto the bed. I propped myself onto my elbows while Bryson watched.
"Bryson? Am I sexy enough for you?"
"Unfortunately you are too sexy, next time you might want to tone it down." He laughed as he crawled up to me and put his lips to my stockinged legs, and he made his way up slowly to my purple panties. I laid down and bent my legs, I wanted him to have full access. I felt him nuzzle the silky lingerie and kiss my thighs. He moved the crotch of my panties over and started kissing me. I felt his tongue enter my little tight hole as he slightly lifted me. His tongue felt so long and soon he put in a finger, then two, then three.
"Oh my god, baby," I moaned. I was so ready to be taken.
"Do you always smell like flowers in your panties?"
"Of course. Freshly cut."
I felt his fingers reaching inside me as his lips explored the surrounding areas. I never had a lover taste me there before and I felt myself opening up and ready to accept his penis.
He then got up and sat on the edge of the bed, he made me squat over his lap. Slowly I descended on his hard prick, hovering on my heels. I felt him enter me, just the head of his cock. So many months ago Lainie stopped putting her silicone cock inside me, she heard me beg for it, she didn't think that was the appropriate response. This was a million times better. It was warm and attached to a real man.
"I'll go slow baby," He whispered as his cock went deeper inside of me. He held my thin waist as I moved up and down at my own pace, taking a little bit of his cock inside me at a time. Soon I was sitting on his lap. My eyes opened wide realizing that I could take his whole cock inside of me. I was quite excited by that revelation. After we fucked for a while he pulled me off and I laid on my side on the bed. Once again his cock went inside of me, he slid right in, I felt like such a whore. I couldn't wait for him to make love to me in my own bed.
"Can I watch as you fuck me?" I asked.
He smiled as I got on my back. I opened my legs and Bryson leaned on the top of me as we kissed. I felt his cock rub against my crotch and belly. I was wondering how he was ever going to be able to slip back inside of me. He then got up and took hold of my thighs. He had a huge grin on his face as he aimed his cock at my waiting hole. I felt the head again and then he slowly pushed in. I wanted him to kiss me but he was miles away from my lips. I wanted him to hold me, I wanted him to love me.
He pounded his cock as I begged him to go harder. I wanted to watch his face as I made him cum, I wanted to know I was doing this correctly. I reached out my hands, my long nails wiggling and begging him to get closer to me. He pushed in closer as I made contact with his hairy chest. He looked at me and I felt him cum, he pushed even harder and I started to cum myself. My 'clit' was facing down still hidden in my panties and the contact I had from his moving cock was making me crazy. I screamed as I felt his sperm shoot inside of me.
When we were done he laid on top of me, still rubbing his wet cock on me. I was extremely happy, I came as a 'woman.'
"That was fantastic," He told me between kisses. I started to lightly cry, I wasn't prepared for feeling like I did. I suddenly felt silly and sexy and worried. How would I ever tell Lainie I slept with Bryson and I loved it. Sex with her couldn't compare. Sex with her had no intimacy, but here I was underneath a man who was licking my tears and playing with my breasts.
***
We made love once more time during the middle of the night. Bryson's cock found its way inside of me on its own. I don't even think we moved and then suddenly he was in. I had such a strong orgasm that I slept straight through until mid-morning. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to go back to real life.
***
End of Part 3 of 4
A Coy Pond and a Couple of Trees Part 4 (The End)
By Sabrina G. Langton
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Author's Note: Thank you for making it to the end. One door closes and another one opens, and we find Bryson's plan all coming together. I hope YOU like it...
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Friday
Bryson was lying on the bed watching me get dressed. The 'Personal Shopper' found me a beautiful dark blue dress with polka dots. It had a little black belt and it went perfectly with my heels. I hadn't worn my own clothes all week. I was thinking everyone had better taste than me.
"Giselle? Do you want to know why Susan left me?"
I was brushing my hair and straightening my dress, I turned around to look at him. "I don't know. Do I?"
"She found videos on my phone." He stopped looking at me, I could tell he felt uncomfortable telling me this, he focused his eyes on my legs. "She was so mad. It was such a silly thing. We were young and I thought we were in love."
"What kind of videos?" I sat and he moved over and put his head in my lap.
"Well," He started rubbing my legs, through the cotton of my dress. "You feel so nice." He was stalling, I was getting nervous again. "She found videos that I had taken of her getting dressed and undressed." He looked at me. "She didn't like that I was spying on her, I didn't know she was paranoid about it."
"Did it turn you on knowing that you were spying on her?"
"Not really, I just wanted to see her body, she was so uncomfortable with it. I have never seen her in her lingerie and I definitely never saw her naked. She was always under the covers in her PJ's when I got into bed with her." I bent down and kissed him.
"She left me when Derrick was twelve. Something was happening to her mentally. She went on medication and went to therapy, I didn't know what to do. I'm glad she's finally happy. I can officially relax."
He pulled me into him and we started to make out on the bed, he seemed like such a good man. "Do you have any videos of me on your phone, ha?" I giggled.
"I do."
"Really?" I was surprised, when would he have time.
"Once Lainie told me who you were I would watch you in the backyard. I watched you walk around in all those sexy high heels you had. There is nothing like a woman in high heels. You were so beautiful, too beautiful for me. And of course too beautiful for that empty backyard of yours, heh heh. You were as pretty as Terri. I promised Lainie I wouldn't meet you until I came over to do the yard."
"Really?" He smiled as I laid down next to him and pulled his hard cock out of his pants. We were late to check out but I wanted to feel him. I wanted to make him cum one more time while he was thinking of me traipsing through my yard. I didn't want to tell him that I felt someone was watching me, part of me loved that. I wanted to be part of somebody's fantasy. Wearing heels outside was part of mine.
***
We met Terri and Derrick in the lobby, I apologized and told them I had to take care of Bryson one more time.
"Oh my gawd, you are turning into me, you whore." We laughed but I did want to be more like her. She seemed so comfortable in her world. She was rubbing off on me.
We got back into a new limo, Bryson wanted to drive straight through Brooklyn on the way to our homes in Rockaway. It was one long Avenue after the Manhattan Bridge. From bridge to bridge. Terri and I leaned into the men's arms the whole way. We were so tired but completely content.
Almost an hour later, I had my eyes closed and I heard Bryson ask the driver to turn left. I was thinking we were almost home.
"We're here." He said as I looked out the tinted window.
"We are?" Derrick said as he looked amongst the concrete walls.
"Come on let's go to Lohmans, let's see where you got your necklace." Bryson grabbed my hand and we were in the cold parking garage.
I didn't want to tell them how much I hated it here. How much crazy drama my mother caused by making such a scene when she picked me up years ago. She walked into the mall office and grabbed me out of the chair. She dragged me through the mall with no shoes, and a sore red ring around my wrist, and then out to the parking garage. She wouldn't let me in the car looking like a girl. She messed up my hair and made me wipe off my makeup with tissues. Everyone in the garage was watching me. I tried to hide behind the car. Once in the back seat, I had to undress and then hid under the blanket, listening to her threaten me the entire time.
I told them. "We don't have to do this, it's okay, let's just head home."
Bryson took my hand, "Please, I called, that store is still here. Aren't you a little curious?" I closed my eyes, I could tell he had good intentions, but I wasn't that sure it would help anything. I was way over that part of my life. We started walking inside, Bryson led us directly to the jewelry store. I saw my reflection in the window. I looked perfect in my blue dress and sunglasses. They wouldn't remember me at all, they would only remember the disheveled scared little 'girl.'
A man walked out when he noticed us outside. "Mr. Hughes?"
"Yes," Bryson told him and shook his hand.
"And this must be Giselle, please come in." He was excited but I was shocked that he might have really recognized me. It was six long years ago. "Come," He told us and we followed him into the middle of the store.
We were surrounded by glass display cases. Huge chandeliers hung from the ceiling and light music was being pumped through the speakers. Mr. Lohman had a huge smile on his face when he introduced us to his wife and three other workers. Soon some customers gathered around us, we were all of a sudden part of a crowd. Mr. Lohman took my hand and led me to a beige pillar in the middle of the store. It was full of picture frames, three sides of them.
"This is your section." He told me, his wife had her arm around me and pushed me closer. "I remember slipping the necklace on you. You were so nervous, you were shaking."
He pointed to an old newspaper article. Twenty-one-year-old me looked so bemused to be given something, anything. There were three on just the front side of the pillar.
He told me that the thief took over seven hundred thousand dollars worth of jewelry. "We almost got all of it back. They were finding items near the garage for months afterward. If you weren't at the wrong place at the right time they never would have caught him."
I turned around and Terri had tears in her eyes, she walked up to me and hugged me. "You were almost a local celebrity."
"Almost," I giggled.
"I'm going to have to get your autograph."
We walked around and looked at the other clippings. There were even pictures from the closed-circuit cameras and one of me checking the door of the garage. One of the workers took pictures of me with the Lohmans and then we took a group shot.
"One of those pictures is going right here." Mrs. Lohman was pointing to a spot right on top of the others. "Our little heroine has returned, haha."
"Miss Giselle please sit." I was soon surrounded by everyone and Mr. Lohman looked closely at my necklace with a Loupe Magnifier. "You have kept very good care of it."
Little did he realize, it was kept in a jewelry box for years. I would put it on for pictures and put it right back into the box. It wasn't until meeting Lainie that I decided to wear it, I even forgot I had it on.
He then took out a 'Ring Sizer Measuring Tool' and placed it on a couple of my fingers. "You have beautiful nails, my dear." He then measured my wrist and then thanked me for coming back after all these years. "We have tried to call you numerous times but someone keeps hanging up, haha."
"Well, it wasn't me."
As we were about to leave he gave Terri and me a box. Inside was a thick gold bangle bracelet. "This is a thank you for coming to visit us."
"Come back whenever you are nearby." His wife told us, and she kissed the four of us goodbye. "Now when I tell people that story it will have a wonderful coda. Bye."
I felt perfectly at ease as we made our way back to the limo and I was praying Bryson didn't want to take me to visit my mother. Not that I knew where she lived anyway.
Before we took the bridge back to Rockaway we ate at a fish restaurant and went a little sightseeing by Dead Horse Bay. I told them more stories of when I was younger and hung around the Army buildings, went water skiing near the golf course, and drank cheap wine around Floyd Bennet Field. I felt surprisingly better than ever. Maybe I did have a couple of demons to exorcize. Maybe I was ready for a little change in my life.
***
It was late when we entered the block, I kissed everyone goodnight and Bryson walked me to the door.
"Well? Did you have a great time this week or what?"
"I did. Thank you." We hugged in the darkness and then he kissed me goodnight. Once more his tongue entered my mouth. I had my arms tightly around him.
"Bryson? How many times do we need to kiss before you become my boyfriend?" I was trying to be cute, but I kind of wanted to know. I wanted to fall asleep tonight knowing I had the best boyfriend.
"According to my calculations, mmm, one more." And it was our longest one yet. I had my long nails in his short hair, and he was fingering my bra strap. We finally came up for air and he left to go home. I watched him walk next door, and then we waved and entered our houses together. It was a little romantic, silly, but still romantic.
***
Friday Night Still
I couldn't believe I was home by myself, I hadn't been alone all week. The men were done in the yard and it was more quiet than usual on a Friday night. It was another two weeks until the beaches were open. Lainie would be home sometime this weekend, I hadn't thought of her once, I don't even think I had time to miss her.
After I took a long bath I slipped into a short silky white nightie. I put my hair up into a ponytail and slipped on beige thigh-highs and white pumps. I was never able to become a girl so easily in my life. I was so feminine just walking out of the bath. Something happened to me after being with Bryson, I didn't even consider myself male anymore. I could still feel his hands on my body and I was still sore from his hardness. I hated to think of the conversation I would have to have with Lainie when she comes back. For her, dressing up was only for sex, I hated to bring up the idea that I wanted to do it more. Especially now, I wanted to do it forever. I decided I was going to introduce the rest of my block to Giselle.
I put on YouTube and found 'Escape (The Piña Colada Song),' grabbed a blanket, and slipped onto my couch. I had the little leather box Mr. Lohmen gave me. I put on my new bracelet, I didn't want to do it in the limo in front of everyone. I didn't want everyone to know how fulfilled I was to receive something this nice. It was my second piece of jewelry. I slipped it on and admired the way it looked on my thin wrist. The bracelet, the breasts, the hair, even my face were so feminine, I didn't have to try hard at all to be a girl right now. I was going to lay down and slip into a blissful sleep.
'Yes, I like piña coladas
And gettin' caught in the...'
My Apple dinged. "Hi, Giselle."
"Hi,"
"You are so close, can I come over and see you? I won't stay long." Bryson was whispering, I had my eyes closed. He still wanted to see me. How was I ever going to lose this smile on my face?
"Okay, just walk in, the kitchen door is open."
I hung up and pulled the blanket tighter around me, I drifted off, the TV softly playing a different song.
When I woke there was a man on the floor leaning against the couch, his hair was inches from my face. I could smell his soap and I reached out to touch him. My dream was becoming real. He turned around and kissed my cheek. He fixed my blanket and sat back down. I put my arm around his shoulder, then played with his hair while he leaned back against the couch again. I fell asleep.
***
Saturday
I woke up, it took a while for my eyes to adjust. I didn't know where I was, I didn't even know who I was. I heard breathing, Bryson was on the floor covered with a small blanket. I slipped off the couch and cuddled into his arms. This is how I wanted to wake up in the morning, with the warmness of someone next to me. Bryson adjusted and I slipped seamlessly into his arms.
We woke a couple of hours later. He was watching me and running his fingers through my hair.
"Morning."
I smiled, "Good morning, oh I had such a great sleep. We can take it easy all day."
"Not today, today is going to be busy, beautiful." And then he kissed me and I climbed on top of him.
"You are going nowhere yet," I told him as he laughed. His hard body under me, I was so light. First I gave his cock a tentative suck, I wanted him wet. I felt I was getting better at cocksucking, maybe one day I would be as good as Terri. I looked up at him while he was hard and reaching the back of my throat. I kept on sucking. I then moved back up, losing his cock from my lips and now my ass rubbing his hard wet manhood. He didn't even try but his cock made its way into me again. I couldn't believe how easy it was to fuck after the first time. His cock must have had sonar.
I started pushing back on him, "What are we doing today?"
"Well first, I want to show you the backyard." I felt him push into me more, I couldn't speak. I lifted myself and he grabbed my waist. I felt myself bounce on his hard cock again. Each push down he went just a little bit deeper, and he felt so huge.
"I can't wait," I told him. He started to buck a little faster, a smile on his face. We fucked for a while, I felt him build to an incredible orgasm. He kept saying my name and moaning. All of a sudden he started coming inside of me. His jism was making its way up and I felt some drip down. I was loving bouncing on his cock. I wasn't ready to come, I was still too tired. "Keep pushin' baby, I'm almost done."
He smiled even bigger and pulled me in for a kiss. I pulled away to look at him. "Don't move too far away from me." I wanted to feel his breath on my face. I wanted him to be in kissing distance. "Are you happy your girlfriend made you come?" And then my orgasm hit. I was moving down on his dick and I came all over my white panties. I wasn't tucked in anymore but it was hidden by my nightie. I came for so long. When I was done I let him slip out and I lay on his chest.
"Are you glad your boyfriend made you cum?" He asked.
"Mmm, I'll thank him when I see him." We laughed, I didn't want to move at all.
***
Slowly I got up and made coffee, Bryson wanted to show me the backyard after I came out of the shower.
Walking out, I took my supplements and rubbed the cream on my butt, I couldn't wait for it to be as big and round as Terri's. I slipped a navy blue tank top and a green and blue striped mini skirt. I had on nude pantyhose and three-inch tan pumps.
Bryson was drinking coffee in a robe when I walked in. "Wow, good morning, your hair looks amazing."
"Really?"
"Really." He put his face into my neck and nuzzled me. "Okay, it's almost showtime."
We walked out the kitchen door, of course, it was still open. We were no sooner outside and I noticed people walking into the yard with chairs. An entire row of them. I turned and looked at Bryson, what could he possibly be up to?
"We are kinda havin' a little party around the koi pond and new trees." He smiled a little sheepish.
"A little party?"
"Mmm, here are your new trees." And he pointed to a row of them, maybe twenty along the border of the lot. They were totally hiding the fence. "Over here we made a new garden, vegetables, and spices. And on this side flowers, nice right?"
I had to admit it looked incredible I was speechless, but also distracted by all the people milling about. We moved to the middle of the yard onto a flat surface probably made of wood.
"And under here, somewhere" Bryson stamped with his foot, "A new pool, from here to there."
"A new pool? Did Lainie ask for that?"
"No but it was always in Derrick's plans, he designed everything. We are going to set up the chairs and tables on it for today."
We then made our way to the back with more hedges and trees, they surrounded the koi pond and running fountain. A little wooden sign was in the water, the fish were swimming around it, a light was on top for viewing at night. It said 'A Coy Pond and a Coupla Trees.'
"Um, Bryson?"
"Mmm."
"Someone spelled the sign wrong." I was smiling, I could tell he loved it, he loved listening to the bubbling water, the neighbors in the background. He loved that I was confused.
"No, that's what Lainie asked for, that's what she got. Do you think she will be surprised?" I looked at him, I shrugged, I haven't thought about her or her requests from almost a week ago. "You can tell everyone the 'Coupla' trees are from Italy," And he laughed, he took my arm, he showed me the rest of the yard.
The yard was so much more beautiful during the day, the whole area was amazing. They even put up some lights, a couple of speakers and they painted the cabana blue. It was a completely different yard. This was a yard for someone with more friends than me.
We walked all the way to the back. Between two trees and surrounded by flowers was a little stage. "And right here is where Terri and Derrick are going to get married."
I looked up at him, "Married?" Then more people arrived, we were in everyone's way. A catering cart, a couple of bartenders, and waitresses, we left them to go inside. I asked him again, "Married?
"Yes, you are correct." He kissed me, then checked his phone. "I'm gonna get dressed. Terri is on her way over."
***
Saturday Afternoon
We were in my bedroom, Ara was dressing Terri in her long white gown. She looked beautiful, I was happy for her. Ara was teasing Terri's hair giving it more height when she spied me watching her in the mirror. "Giselle? I know it's a little late but will you be my maid of honor?"
"Really?" Really was the word I used most in my life, I was constantly surprised. I was very surprised right now.
"Yes really. Who else would I ask?"
"Um, yes, definitely yes. Is my dress okay for maidofhonoring?"
Ara laughed, "Is that a real word?"
"Ha," Terri laughed with her, "You look beautiful, yellow is definitely your color, it matches the flowers." I was wearing a short yellow chiffon dress and yellow platform pumps. I felt underdressed but I didn't have too many options for public consumption. My wardrobe was going to expand with Terri in my life.
When her hair and makeup were done, her mother, Teresa came in to help. She kissed me hello and told me I had a beautiful house.
"You know," Terri turned to me, "It was always the plan to have the wedding here, your yard is so perfect."
I touched her shoulder, "It's even more perfect now with you, Ara, and your mom here." I smiled. I was quite happy, tired, but happy.
The three of us went outside. The chairs were already set up on a platform covering the pool and music was on. The Bee Gees were playing as the guests took their seats. Ara sat up front next to Terri's mom, and Susan and Ted. Even Ray and some of the workers were here. I knew so many people at this wedding, I met so many this week. Everyone on the block was here too, even Mr. Lohman and his wife made it.
A slight breeze made its way around us as my boyfriend kissed me, he kissed me in front of everyone as I made my way beside him, after walking down the aisle. Bryson and I were on the stage with Derrick. The DJ started the wedding march and Terri walked down the makeshift aisle with her stepfather. It was nice, I wanted to cry I was enjoying myself so much.
I stood back and watched Terri and Derrick get married, it was so romantic when they both said 'I do.' Everyone cheered. Then there was suddenly a commotion behind them. I heard someone yelling. I turned around, Lainie was back. Her week on her own was over.
"What the fuck is going on?" Lainie and Joan were watching, their hands on their hips. I could tell she was looking for me. "Where the fuck is Samuel?" That was my male name, but Samuel wasn't here anymore.
Everything sort of stopped. The crowd watched as I hopped off the platform in my yellow heels, I had to get her to calm down. I didn't want her to ruin Terri's wedding. Why was she so mad? When I reached the two of them Bryson was right beside me.
"Lainie, please let's go inside." She looked at me, Bryson's hand was on my hips.
"What the fuck... Look at you, what did you do?" I didn't know if she was talking to me or Bryson.
"Let's go inside, please," I begged. Everyone was watching us. She was annoyed as she followed me to the side of the house and I heard the Bee Gees go back on through the speakers.
She was even more livid, thank god Joan was quiet. "What the fuck is up back here, didn't you read my note? All I asked for was a coy pond and a coupla trees." She looked around and gave a nasty face to Bryson. Then she focused on me. "And now YOU'RE getting married? Right in the yard! You gotta be shitting me!" She pushed me.
"What? Why are you yelling?"
"Why does he have his hands all over you?" She put hers on her hips again and stared at Bryson. "You were just supposed to keep her busy this week, this is fucking ridiculous. Now you're getting married... "
"Lainie, I'm in yellow..."
Bryson interrupted us and turned me around. "You know we could get married too, it would be nice." He then pulled a ring out of his jacket. "Mr. Lohman brought this with him today."
"Fuck!" Lainie watched as he slipped it on my finger, and then she stormed off, "Fucking assholes..." She stomped on all the flowers in her path, and then she and Joan were gone.
I looked up at Bryson. "Really?"
"Yes Really, heh heh."
***
Another Beautiful Saturday Afternoon
I loved my new backyard. The four of us sat at the new white tiled table listening to music, it was still the 1970's back here.
'If you like making love at midnight
In the dunes on the cape
You're the lady I've looked for
Come with me and escape'
We were all in bikinis and bathing suits while the fountain bubbled and the neighborhood was alive with people going to the beach.
"Would you like a Piña Colada?" I asked the young couple standing over us. They both took a glass as Bryson and I happily showed them the property. "We live right next door." I pointed past the line of trees with my long orange nails. I told them we hosted two weddings here. They were impressed and took pictures.
We sat down and waited for others to come to the open house.
"Have you heard from Lainie?" Terri asked me, her top was small so she went without boobs, unlike me.
"Not at all. I was hopin' she met someone on the cruise."
Bryson poured some more of the frozen drinks. "You know Lainie figured you would be alone that whole week she went away, she wanted me to keep you company so she didn't feel guilty about sowing her wild oats. That's her words. I don't really know how to sow those things."
"Ha, I guess she didn't expect me to fall in love."
"Well, she did tell me you fall in love very easily." We laughed.
"Really? Well, she was right about that."
***
We sold the place on the first day of the open house. It was too bad, we were having so much fun. Bryson was correct in thinking that with the pool and new gardens the property would be worth more than twice as much. I would use some of the money for when we go away on our honeymoons together, we didn't want to leave the busy beaches just yet. Maybe we will take a cruise to Florida. Maybe.
'Yes, I like piña coladas
And gettin' caught in the rain...'
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The End
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