First story. Be kind. I love this site, it's great, and I wanted to be a part of it. Hope people like it. Any constructive criticism would be gladly appreciated.
-J
So, I had just graduated from College and not unlike everyone my age, I went looking for a job. I started with trying to find a job that I actually went to school for, but to no avail. I got home from my search and found a bill on my counter from my Student Loans. My roommate, Pete, was watching television and drinking a beer.
“Hey man,” he said over his shoulder.
“Hey.”
“Any luck finding a job?” he asked.
“Nope. Going to have to put in an application at McDonalds or something,” I quipped.
“Alex, that would suck. Keep looking, I’m sure you’ll find something.”
Unfortunately, for the next two weeks I found nothing. I stopped at every store and applied, but heard nothing back. I reluctantly stopped in a place called Patti’s and went up to the counter.
“Are you hiring?” I asked.
The girl behind the counter, a cute blond, just kind of stared at me.
“Uh…we only hire girls,” she said with a laugh. “Sorry.”
“Right. Yeah, I guess it was a stupid question,” I said and quickly walked out with my tail stuck between my legs.
I decided to pack it in and go home, because when all else fails nothing is better than getting completely shitfaced and forgetting your bad day.
I was on my fifth or eighth beer and crashed in the chair at my desk. I leaned back and downed the rest of my beer in a few gulps and closed my eyes. I let the chair carry me back to a sitting position and right in view of my large closet. I stood up and went inside the closet. It was pretty fucking big, but I used not even half of it. The other half was full of clothes that my ex-girlfriend left behind when she went overseas with some Limey bastard.
I drunkenly touched her clothes, they were soft, and I felt weird afterward, so I shut the light and left the closet.
I entered the bathroom connected to my room and drained the lizard, so to speak. I stood in front of the mirror, my hair had gotten long it fell down past my chin a bit — maybe that was the reason no one would hire me — I looked like a grunge-rocker. I ran my hand through my hair and let it fall. It briefly stayed up with a thick strand sliding around my face. Then it dawned on me… I could… No, that’s ridiculous, because I wasn't a-
I was in the closet looking at her clothes. She had a bunch of dresses, and some blouses, and some tops, and even a few pairs of pants.
“This is ridiculous, I can’t …” I said aloud, but grabbed a green dress from a hanger and went into my bedroom before I lost my nerve.
I quickly locked the door and undressed. I unzipped the dress and stepped into and pulled the short sleeves over my shoulders. It fit well, too well actually, and I zipped the back up. The only thing that was off was a bit of hair on my chest and my legs. I wasn’t all that hairy, I have a notoriously hard time growing any facial hair and not looking like a pedophile. I stood in front of the mirror and marveled at the sight. I wasn't beautiful, but I wasn't exactly ugly, I guess. I ran my hands through my hair and let it fall out a bit at the sides. It looked bad, but mainly because I hadn't washed it in two days, so… I went to the store.
I obviously didn't wear the dress to the store, because that would be ridiculous. I wore a pair of jeans my ex left in the closet, which fit extremely tight, but also not tight at the same time. I wore a gray sweatshirt and a pair of large -extremely so- sunglasses, brushed some hair into my eyes. I even went a little above and beyond with some lip gloss she left behind. It actually reminded me of her, but I pushed that thought out of my mind. I actually fit into her heels, but fuck, I couldn't walk in them to save my life, so I wore a pair of flip flops and left the apartment.
I went around the corner to the local Walgreen's and went straight to the wall of razors. I picked up a pink package of Gilette Venus razors and looked at them. A girl, wearing a ton of makeup, came up to me.
“Finding everything alright, sweetie?” she asked.
I nodded and tried out a higher voice. “Yes, thank you.”
I picked some shave gel and walked around the store a bit until I came to nail polish and makeup. I picked up some red nail polish, some remover, some false nails, some mascara, some different lip gloss, and forgot about one importing thing. I went to the other aisle and went to the shampoo. I wanted something that would give my hair …something other than flatness. I picked up a bottle of John Frieda Shampoo that said Luxurious Volume and a conditioner that went along with it. I turned around and there were blow driers and curling irons and straighteners. All of these things I had no idea about, but I bought them all.
I got home and immediately went on youtube, because I remembered Jocelyn, my ex, watching tutorial videos about how to do things to your hair and makeup and whatever else. I started watching things about curling your hair and immediately it was easy. These broads could teach, I stopped the videos, took a quick shower (with the new shampoo) and shaved my entire body. I blow dried my hair for the first time ever and it was a weird experience. My hair was fluffy and I followed the directions of the youtube video to straighten it and ultimately it came out pretty much the way it was suppose to.
After I straightened my hair with the help of youtube, I turned towards makeup which actually was pretty easy aside from poking myself in the eye half a dozen times. I mastered mascara and eyeliner and blush. I looked at my eyebrows, but deemed them similar to a lot of the videos I was watching so I left them alone.
As I was going through youtube I typed in cross-dressing, because that was technically what I was doing. A video had the word “tuck” in the title and almost immediately I got a pit in my stomach. I couldn't have forgotten about my dick and yet, I did. I looked at myself in the mirror and was stunned at what I saw…a pretty girl with a bulge in her shorts.
The tuck video was pretty self explanatory…take a sock and cut off the ends, then loop a headband through it and put your legs through the holes and pull it up. I did this and it was weird. I wore it for a while under my shorts to get used to it, but eventually took it off. I also realized that I needed the female undergarments, because I wasn't going to be able to wear boxer briefs under a dress or in skinny jeans. I had just done so previously, because I was wearing the baggy sweatshirt, but I certainly couldn't wear that out all the time.
I left the house again, this time wearing the green dress and a pair of lone tighty-whiteys I still had lying around whereas it would be easy to utilize the tuck rule.
I went to Walmart, because at the very least I can buy things in the self-check, so I went inside and immediately went to the women’s section and stood in the double aisle with the underwear. I found a couple of different kinds in the same size — roughly estimating what would fit by opening a package and holding them against me — and bought them.
I returned home, went into my room, and locked the door. Then I pulled on a pair of cotton boy-shorts over the homemade tuck device and lifted up the skirt. I was flat.
The next morning I waited for Pete to go to work, got up and redid all my makeup, did my hair with the straightener again — I was really getting the hang of it — and pulled on a maroon dress from the closet. I always liked Jocelyn in this dress and I was hoping it fit. It did, I stepped into it, zipped up and rooted around in the closet for a pair of flat shoes. I couldn't find any, but I found a pair of maroon colored wedge-like heels. I pulled them on and quickly tried teaching myself how to walk.
It was ultimately a success and I was able to make it to the elevator of the building without killing myself.
At the mall, I went to Patti’s and forced myself to go inside. I went up to the counter and stood there for a moment in line behind their shoppers. Finally at the front counter.
“Can I help you, Miss?” the same girl asked.
“I was wondering if you’re hiring?”
“Of course, let me get you an application!” she reached under the desk and handed it over. “If you fill it out now, you might be able to get an interview today. My boss isn't too busy.”
“Great, thank you so much.”
I went to the side and looked at the application — I didn't know what name to put, but soon realized that my name was kind of ambiguous. I wrote Alex.
Two months passed by with me working at Patti’s I was actually doing really well there and had even gotten a raise. My closet, which used to be guy clothes was quickly filling with girls clothes and I was learning how to be a girl more every day. My hair, which was longish to begin with, was down to my shoulders and I kept it in loose curls.
Pete left before I left for work and was in bed before I got home, so the situation never had to be explained until today when I got home from work.
I walked in the front door and directly into the kitchen, to grab a glass of red from the fridge and nearly had a heart attack with Pete standing at the stove heating something in a pot. He turned, looked at me, and went back to his pot.
Then he realized and turned back toward me.
"ALEX? What the fuck!?”
I nearly fainted. I was horrified. I never wanted anyone to find out.
“Alright! Here’s the story. I couldn't find a job and I started dressing like a girl so I could get a job at a clothing store in the mall. It’s been going on for 2 months,” I started. “I can’t stop. I like the job and I make really good money.”
“Jesus Christ, you’re a pretty hot chick,” Pete said.
My face glowed red, no doubt, “Thanks, I guess.”
“Go get changed, I made some dinner. I’ll share.”
I ran into the bedroom and I was shaking. I pulled on a pair of sweatpants that had Juicy on the butt — they were super fucking comfortable — and a loose t-shirt. I put my hair up in a pony tail and went back to the living room where Pete had a bowl set up for me.
“Christ,” he muttered.
“I can go back…” I started.
“No, it’s fine.”
After dinner, we sat there talking, it was weird, I was drinking red wine, and he was drinking beer. We were both drunk and laughing. Pete leaned in forward and pushed a strand of hair out of my face.
“Pete…”
“God damn it, you’re…”
He never finished the sentence, because instead he put his mouth on mine and we started kissing. It was good. I never thought I’d say that, but it was good. We stretched out on the couch and heavy petting commenced.
“Pete, stop…”
I pushed him up a bit.
“We’re both going to regret this, you know…”
He abruptly stopped my words by kissing me on the mouth and before I knew it he picked me up, my legs wrapped around his torso, and carrying me to his room. We fell on his bed, and continued kissing and Pete pulled off his shirt, and then pulled off my shirt revealing a very unfilled bra and he kissed my neck...
“I want to fuck you…” he whispered, his hot breath on my neck. “I want to fuck you, so bad.”
I bit his bottom lip, my body taking control, fighting against the tucking device.
“So? Do it…” I whispered.
Pete stood up and pulled off his pants and then pulled off mine. He reached into a drawer in his nightstand and found what he was looking for: lube. He flipped me over onto my belly and lifted me to an all fours position and rubbed his dick against my asshole while lathering it up then with one fluid motion he was fucking me.
One hand on my left shoulder while he penetrated me with hard painful thrusts, the other moved my hair over my left shoulder and he leaned down and kissed my neck. He went for a few minutes before he came inside me and collapsed next to me on the bed.
I woke up the next morning in a world of hurt and Pete was gone. I got up, took a shower, and got ready for work. I wore a dress, because putting on pants was a painful idea at best and left.
At work, a co-worker Molly noticed I was walking a bit funny, and started laughing.
“Damn girl, you’re walking funny. You must’ve had sex last night.”
My face went flush.
“Oh my God, you did! Who is he?” she asked.
“My roommate,” I whispered and then I looked up and saw Pete walking into the store. “Who is walking into the store, right now!? Oh God.”
Molly laughed out loud and Pete spotted us. Molly ran off as he came over and looked me up and down.
“Sweet Christ,” he whistled.
“Stop it.”
“I mean, really, Alex, you look stunning.”
“Pete…”
“Listen, about last night, I…” he stopped. “I’m not gay.”
“Either am I!” I said in a hushed tone.
“Funny way of showing it, Alex, but let me finish… I’m not gay, but I’m so incredibly attracted to you. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to do it again.”
“Do you know how much pain I’m in?”
Pete kissed me full on the lips, abruptly, and then pulled away.
“I have to go; I’ll see you at home.”
I stood there stunned as Pete left the store; Molly was at the register laughing, “God, he’s cute!”
I just shook my head.
I got home a few hours later and Pete was in the kitchen making something in a pot.
“Hey hot stuff,” he called over his shoulder.
“Pete, last night was a onetime thing,” I said. “I mean…”
“Alex, stop it. You’re dressing like a girl… apparently all the time by the looks of it. You don’t even look like a guy in the least. If it wasn't me it would've been someone else.”
“You’re saying I would've let another guy screw me?” I asked.
“I don’t know, Alex. Sure we were a little drunk, but we had our wits about us,” Pete said. “You said something about regretting it, but I don’t regret it.”
“I don’t either, damn it,” I said, softly.
Pete grinned, walked over, and put his hands on my waist.
“Then let’s do it, huh?” he asked. “Let’s try and have a relationship.”
“A what?!”
“A relationship, I mean, we already live together, why not be together?”
“That’s crazy, Pete. You want to be my boyfriend?” I asked.
“I want to be your boyfriend,” he said, then kissed me on the cheek.
After dinner we were sitting on the couch, having some drinks, and watching some television. Pete leaned over and kissed me on neck, then the shoulder, then my arm, and hand and…I turned to him and pounced.
It was uncharacteristic, but someone giving me this time of attention, I was incredibly turned on. We started kissing and heavy petting ensued and I could feel his hands sliding down the back of my sweats.
“Not tonight, alright?” I whispered.
“Sure,” Pete said and kissed me lips.
That’s when I decided to go all in, to be in a relationship with my best friend, a guy …and I slowly moved down his body, and pulled at the waistband of his shorts. I pulled them down and his penis sprang to life. He was well endowed, which wasn’t surprising, he had his fair share of girlfriends and almost got engaged, but it was large. He could have any woman he wanted, probably, and he wanted me.
Having seen a multitude of porn in my lifetime, I had a kind of idea of what to do. So, I licked the tip of his penis and he groaned loudly and then took him in my mouth and commenced giving my first blowjob ever.
I went up and down, I licked, I sucked, I used a bit of teeth — all the things I’ve had done to me — and when Pete came, he came directly in my mouth; and I swallowed.
Afterward we lay there, post-blowjob, I sighed.
“You didn't have to do that, Alex, I…” Pete started.
“I don’t know what came over me, honestly. I thought about you actually wanting me, and I wanted you in return,” I whispered. “I never thought I’d be with a guy.”
“Either did I,” Pete laughed.
I smacked his shoulder and buried my face in his chest.
“You know we’re not making out tonight, right?” he said, with a grin.
“I hate you,” I said.
Five years later, Pete and I, are still together, still going strong in all ways. I got a job managing an upscale boutique and actually made enough money to get breast implants, but decided against them. Pete said they didn't matter to him and I decided they didn't matter to me, yet.
Pete wound up being a great guy, I thought, as we started this “relationship” that he would ultimately leave me for a real woman, but it never happened. He never strayed and that is something that will always make me love him.
On a Wednesday, in October, Pete and I were having dinner at a little Italian restaurant and over a bottle of red wine, he asked me to marry him, and I said yes.
Life works in mysterious ways.
It's been a while, had the itch, decided it was time to post something. Hope you enjoy it. More to come soon.
-J
I was sitting in the chair facing away from the mirror, my sister, Olivia, had been working on my hair for a little over an hour. She was trimming, and dyeing, and doing all these things and kept insisting “trust me.”
Finally it was the big reveal – she spun me around and what the hell had Olivia done.
“What the hell, Olivia?” I exclaimed, probably a little too loudly.
“It’s fine, Jamie, I always liked playing with your hair, it’ll grow back.”
“I look like a damn girl and you dyed it blonde!” I griped.
“That was kind of the idea,” Olivia responded. “It’s a long bob, or a lob, I wanted to try it out and your hair and face are perfect for it.”
“What am I supposed to do now? I have to go to the store after this.”
“Let me put a little makeup on you.”
“What? No way!”
“Seriously, Jamie, it’s not a big deal. You’ll look super cute and no one would ever think you’re a guy.”
“Thanks.”
“You know what I mean, you’ve always had a long hair and you’re not the biggest guy; and not to sound clichéd or anything, but you can’t grow a beard to save your life.”
I just frowned.
“Alright, just a little bit.”
Olivia grabbed her makeup bag and went to work on my face.
An hour later, I was at Shop-A-Lot, this big store that has everything, standing in the DVD section. I picked up a DVD and set it back down and noticed a guy was looking at me. He walked over and picked up the DVD I was looking at.
“Have you ever seen Monty Python?” he asked.
“Nope,” I responded quickly and started to walk away.
“Well, maybe we can watch it together sometime,” he said.
I stopped dead in my tracks, because this guy was asking me out.
“Ha, maybe,” was all I could muster.
“My name is Pete,” he said.
“Jamie.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said. “So, I- I’m not really sure how to do this, it’s been so long, but I saw you and I thought you were gorgeous. I had to come over and talk to you, plus you were looking at a copy of one of my favorite movies.”
“Well, thanks,” I blushed, I think.
“Do you think you’d like to go out to dinner with me?” he asked.
“Uh, I…” I stammered; then my brain exploded and it went into auto-pilot without my knowledge. “Sure, why not.”
Pete beamed and quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket, “Let me get your number and I text you later.”
I nodded, coolly, and gave him my number, my actual number.
When I got home, Olivia was already home and I already had three text messages from Pete.
“Olivia! I am going to kill you!”
Olivia came out of the kitchen with a microwave dinner and a glass of chardonnay – her usual – and cocked her head.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“I got asked out on a date!”
“Ha, who cares, you’ll be back to you after you take a shower, you’ll just have to figure something out with your hair, style it differently, it’s a little girly even without the product.”
“I said yes,” I mumbled.
Olivia laughed and nearly dropped her food.
“Oh my god, why?”
“I don’t know, I felt bad for the guy, he was nice,” I said. “He said I was gorgeous.”
Olivia laughed hard; again. “Well, Jamie, not going to lie, you’re pretty hot and you’re wearing those tight jeans and one of my hoodies, so you’re dressed essentially like a twenty-something girl.”
“Jesus Christ, Livy, what am I going to do?”
“Get dolled up and go on a date with a guy,” she said. “Or you can embarrass him and text him that you’re a guy.”
I gritted my teeth. “I can’t.”
“Then let’s go find you something cute to wear, shall we?”
An hour later, after shaving my legs and underarms, I’m standing in front of a full length mirror wearing a green dress. My hair, my sister had done something – pulled it up in back so that it has pieces framing my face.
I looked so much like a girl it was scary.
“God, you’re prettier than me,” Olivia said.
Pete came to pick me up at eight and we thoroughly avoided my nosy sister, despite her lurking around the corner in the kitchen.
“You look great,” Pete said.
“Thanks. So do you.”
I then decided by the end of this “date” I was going to tell Pete that I’m a guy and that this was wrong of me to do, but I didn’t want to embarrass him. I hoped that he’d understand and not try to kill me.
To be honest, Pete was really great company, aside from him complimenting me all the time and telling me how pretty I was. He told me he was a Silicon Valley guy who made an application about something that made him a lot of money and now he consults for other companies. I tuned out when he started talking about the other companies and the applications. When dinner was done, Pete had paid, and as we walked out he had linked his hand with mine. I felt something then that I didn’t think I’d feel, a tingling maybe. We went out to his car, he opened the door for me, and I climbed inside.
We pulled up in front of the house that my sister and I shared, and he put the car in park.
“Listen Jamie, I’m not used to all this, I haven’t been on a real date in a long time. I think you’re beautiful and funny and I’d like to see you again,” he said.
“Pete, there’s something-“ I unbuckled and turned in my seat to face him, Pete was already there and he had put his hand on my face.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
“I…” I didn’t respond, but he did so anyway.
We kissed for a moment, our tongues colliding in a haphazard fashion showing that neither of us had done it in a while. Finally, I put my hands against his chest and pushed him softly away.
“Listen, Pete, I have to tell you something before this gets out of hand,” I said. “I’m a guy.”
Pete smiled. “I’m not an idiot, Jamie. I know you’re a guy, but damned if you’re not the prettiest guy I’ve ever seen.”
“You knew I was a guy and you still kissed me!”
“I wanted to kiss you the day I met you and I knew you were a guy there, though, I’m sure no one else could tell,” he said. “It’s just subtle mannerisms you have.”
“I’m not gay, Pete,” I said.
“Either am I, but I had a really nice night tonight, and I’d like to see you again.”
“I don’t know, is that okay?”
“Sure,” Pete was disappointed; I could see it on his face.
“I should go,” I said.
I started to get out of the car, but something stopped me. I turned back to Pete and kissed him hard on the mouth. It was a kiss that we would both remember if it never happened again.
I quickly got out of the car and walked briskly up the walk to the front door. Once inside, I did that whole cliché thing where I leaned against the door and really thought about things for a minute.
To be continued…
I hope everyone enjoys this chapter, sorry it's taken so long. Hopefully the next chapter won't take as long. -J
I woke up the next morning and went into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror, my curly-ish hair was messy, but still very girly. I groaned at the sight of the raccoon eyes I had, because I hadn’t taken my makeup off last night. I wiped my face with a towel as best I could and went downstairs where my sister was making breakfast.
“Hey sis,” Olivia said.
“Shut up, Liv.”
“How was your date?” she asked.
I didn’t say anything.
“What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothing.”
“Well dish, tell me about your date,” she set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me, and sat down at the table.
“It was fine.”
“Really, Jamie?”
“What do you want to hear?” I spread my arms wide “That we kissed? Like really kissed, and I initiated the second kiss!”
“You kissed twice?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow, I didn’t expect that.”
“Either did I, but it happened, and Pete wants to see me again.”
Olivia sat back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest. “Do you like him?”
“I… I kinda do,” I said. “But I’m a guy, and he’s a guy.”
“Sweetie, you don’t look like a guy right now.”
“But I’m a guy, god damn it.”
Olivia laughed.
“But, you really liked how it felt to be a girl, didn’t you?”
I groaned.
I caved a day later and texted Pete, he called me a few hours later, and we chatted for a few. We made a date to go to the movies that night.
Olivia helped me get my hair ready for the date, but she made me do my own makeup, “If you’re going to be a girl, you’ve got to learn how to be a girl,” she said.
Pete picked me up at eight and we went to see some romantic comedy, but truth be told, we didn’t see much of the movie. Pete’s hand made his way around my shoulder, I lifted the divider and leaned into him. He looked down at me, lifted my chin up, and kissed me. The kissing didn’t stop until I pulled away.
“Pete,” I gasped, “I can’t breathe.”
We both laughed and watched the rest of the movie.
Later, in the car, in front of my house, we went back to kissing. My hand made it’s way up Pete’s leg where I felt, for the first time, his manhood and how aroused his was. It nearly stopped me, but I left my hand on his penis, rubbing slightly.
“Come home with me,” Pete said through breaths.
“I don’t…”
“No, you’re right. Jeez, I’m sorry,” Pete said wiping my lipgloss off his lips.
“Pete…”
“Jamie, I really like you.”
I laughed, “I could tell.”
Pete turned and kissed me lightly on the lips.
“I have to go into the office tomorrow, but what about Friday, I cook you dinner at my place.”
“That sounds really nice, I’d love to.”
We kissed again, a long, passionate kiss, and I opened the door and slipped outside into the night. I smiled at him, “Text me your address, I’ll see you Friday.”
Inside, I went inside and kicked off my flats and sat on the arm of the couch next to Olivia.
“Good date?” she asked; smirking.
“Really good, actually.”
“I assume this is going to continue.”
“He’s going to cook me dinner at his house on Friday,” I said, smiling.
Olivia clicked off the TV and patted the couch next to her, I sat down, smoothing out my dress.
“Jamie, how far are you willing to go with this?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re going to his place. What do you think is going to happen there?” she looked at me inquisitively.
“I hadn’t thought of that, but I really like him,” I said.
“Enough to have sex with him?” Olivia asked. “That’s what you’re in for if you go to his place, Jamie.”
On Friday, I pulled into the driveway of a pretty nice house and got out of the car. On the way, I stopped at a CVS and bought a bottle of Wine. The girl at the counter looked really confused by my ID, but I guess I looked enough like my picture where she didn’t care.
I walked up the steps to the house and rang the bell. Pete answered and ushered me into the house, took the wine from me, and immediately gave me a kiss on the lips.
“I missed you,” he said.
“I missed you too.”
Dinner was an Italian dish that his mother had taught him to make for our date, and it was delicious. After dinner we sat on the couch talking, which ultimately let to kissing, which ultimately led to more fondling. Pete was almost immediately aroused when I touched him down there. I continued to stroke him through his pants. We kissed more, until I pulled away. I began unzipping his pants and pulled his boxers down and his penis sprang out. Other than porn and the occasional accident in the locker room shower, I had never seen a penis up close other than my own.
I put my hand around his penis and began stroking him while kissing him deeply. Our tongues colliding with passion. I pulled away again and dropped to my knees in front of Pete. I pulled his pants down further and rubbed his legs with my hands.
“Jamie…” Pete said. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” I said, smiling up at him.
I then proceeded to put my mouth on Pete’s penis, stroking it while I sucked him. Pete put his right hand through my hair to the back of my head and pulled me deeper onto his shaft. I felt myself becoming aroused in my panties. I tasted precum first and Pete let go of my head, leaning back on the couch.
“Babe, babe, I’m going to come,” he said.
And he did and I swallowed his cum. I pulled back off his lap and wiped my mouth.
“Holy shit, Jamie.”
“Must’ve been the wine,” I laughed. “Did you like it?”
“Like it?”
Pete grabbed me and I straddled him on the couch, I flipped my hair to one side and he kissed me passionately. I felt him getting hard again, pushing against my leg.
“Pete, I’m not ready for that,” I said, slipping off of him onto the couch.
“I, wow, I’m sorry, I got carried away,” he said, sheepishly.
“Pete,” I said, “I will be ready, but I’m not sure when, but… the way you moaned when I did that…” I pointed to his still exposed manhood. I put my hand back on it and he shuddered.
“I really liked doing that for you,” I said. “I’m glad you liked it.”
To Be Continued…. In… “The Wedding” (No, not their wedding)