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The Nicest Couple
by Amy Brett
I started out by sort of gathering things. First I tried panty hose, then
shoes, then a bra. Ha. The first bra was a D-cup and took half a roll of toilet
paper to fill.
Then I got a pair of panties and made a skirt, a really crummy one, from
scrap material. I hadn't bought my first dress when I discovered a flat chest
was sort of in style and bought an A-cup instead of the bigger one.
With a couple of errors, I found out my sizes slowly.
I bought a conservative dress, very light weight with a button front, long
sleeves and a moderate hemline. My shoes were fairly low heeled. The panty
hose were opaque, white so I didn't have to shave my legs.
I took one look at the outfit in the mirror and knew I had to have a slip
under it along with a girdle. I bought them along with a good, expensive wig
and a whole array of makeup and jewelry.
My first experience with makeup was a joke. It was overdone,
mismatched, sloppy and ugly. I practiced until I really looked good. I talked
to myself out loud until I could play my voice back on a recorder and really
sound like a rather deep voiced female. I practiced smoking a cigarette with a
feminine touch. I taught myself to walk and sit down and sit like a woman. I
imagined myself in all sorts of situations and visualized the "feminine" way
of doing things like taking a drink.
Finally, I put it all together one night after a few drinks and walked around
my house. No one saw me and I didn't see anyone. But it was exciting.
Then it was time. I did everything I could think of all at once. I certainly
am not beautiful but I am feminine. I think I'm...well...maybe nice looking
would be a good way to say it.
That first time had to have been the most frightening. I didn't know what
someone would do if they knew I was a man. God, I was scared. I got in the
car and drove. Just drove around for a long time. Then, finally, I stopped at a
drugstore and bought a pair of dark glasses. Great big rims. Then I
practically ran home. I was afraid the police would call any minute or come to
the house and arrest me or something.
It took me a few days of thinking, worrying and stuff to decide to do it
again. But this time I was a little more confident. I wore my sunglasses and
went to a shopping mall in the next town. I bought more of nearly everything
and even tried on the dress and high heels. I bought everything more daring.
I found a pair of panties that I thought were solid enough to hold me even
in the most serious situation. I bought sheer nylons. I bought one dress that
plunged a little in both front and back but with a lot more fullness in the
sleeves and skirt. The skirt was really short though. I took my time and really
found things I liked instead of just sort of grabbing and explaining that my
"wife" would probably like that.
I really enjoyed the shoe store salesman's attempts to look under my dress
and even pulled my skirt up a little to give him a good look at my legs. I was
really surprised when he got a hard on just looking.
I could hardly wait to get home and try on my new clothes.
That afternoon, I bathed and shaved my arms and legs along with a really
thorough job on my face. I really didn't have a beard so that wasn't much
problem. Then I made up again and got dressed.
I got very turned on as I got dressed and found that the new panties
worked just fine. My legs looked great. The smaller bra size worked great.
The dress was truly sexy and bright white so that instead of shrinking into the
background, I really stood out. But the high heels really did it all.
It made me about five inches taller, a tall woman, and seemed to shape my
legs so they looked very feminine though on the muscular side. They also let
me show off toe nail polish that matched finger nails. A purse matched the
shoes and shining jewelry sparkled from under the long hair and at my neck
and wrist. A cocktail ring set off my hand.
I went to a little bar downtown that caters to the businessmen in the
district. Suits and loosened ties and the tail end of business discussions met a
couple of wives or girlfriends in a sort of subdued atmosphere. Kind of a
place to unwind before trying to settle the fights between the kids at home. It
was fairly quiet when I got there, though pretty full, and before I'd finished
my first drink, it was getting pretty noisy.
I hadn't even found a seat at the bar when the first guy caught my eye,
smiling and looking me up and down. The guy I sat down next to bought my
first drink and began telling me his problems. Then another put his hand on
my shoulder as he ordered a drink and talked as he waited. Then there was
another and another, all talking shop sort of around me while touching my
shoulder or my knee or my hand. Pretty soon, I found I was involved in their
conversation as well.
Then someone suggested we grab a booth that had just opened up and a
couple of other guys pulled up chairs as we talked and laughed.
That's when I realized I had to go to the bathroom. It's something you
don't quite think of in advance. Not unless you have to go. Well, I'd had a
couple of drinks by then and was at least getting happy. I walked back to the
bathroom and enjoyed a couple of the comments on the way my butt moved
as I walked and a couple of requests to sit on guys' laps as I passed. Then I
saw the bathroom.
The one I was heading toward, just by habit I guess, was the men's room.
At the last second, I veered off to the women's and then stood in front of the
door wondering if I could go through with it or if I was going to have to go
home to go to the bathroom. I decided then and pushed the door open.
There weren't many girls in the bar, so there weren't any in the john when
I went in. I went right to the stall and pulled things down and sat to do my
job. Then I redid myself and went to the mirror. I was standing there
replacing some lipstick when the girl came in. She almost trotted across the
room, lifting her dress as she went, in her hurry to relieve herself. She made
it with a second or two to spare and quickly returned to stand beside me,
check her stockings all the way to the waist in the mirror, and sensually check
and replace her own makeup. We returned to the bar together, chatting about
the noise level of the room.
She sat down at the same table I had been sitting at and I found she was
the girlfriend of one of the guys I had been talking to for the longest.
Slowly, then, the men began to leave. For home and wives. For meals
before retiring to their hotel rooms for the night. For other parties they had
been invited to. The more I drank, and the more the other people drank, the
more amorous it seemed to get. Pretty soon, I found that Millie, the other
girl, was leaning on one of John's shoulders while I leaned on the other, the
two of us talking like sisters. And finally, we found ourselves quite alone,
the three of us, in the big booth while only a couple of other tables of people
raucously remained in the bar.
I truly don't remember what all we talked about. We seemed to have a lot
in common and enjoyed each other immensely. We talked seriously. We
laughed. We joked. We played with sexual double entendre. We teased. John
would rest his hand on our knees or even thighs. He would sneak a quick
feel of one of our bottoms when our position allowed it. His arm would
inadvertently press into our breasts. Or his hand would pull the hem of one of
our dresses indecently high only to be laughingly corrected.
Once, when I had gone to the bathroom by myself, I returned to the table
to find them in a deep, serious discussion of something. They stopped talking
as I returned and the antics continued for a while.
Then Millie came around the table and sat next to me. She put her head
very close to me and touched my hand softly, speaking very quietly and
seriously for the first time during the evening.
"John and I would like you to come home with us," she said with a look
that seemed to be a combination of anticipation and fear that I would say
"no."
I immediately said I would love to. I didn't know what to expect but knew
I didn't want this wonderful night to end yet. I drove my car and followed
them the few blocks to an apartment.
"This is my place," Millie said as she unlocked the door and entered,
turning on the light. The room was beautiful and I told her so as I walked into
it. "Do you want a drink?" I did and she made it from behind a breakfast bar
that separated the living room from an efficiency kitchen. John put on a soft
record and sat down on a large couch.
"Listen," Millie said. "John and I have been good friends and sometimes
lovers for a long time. We like each other a lot. But we both enjoy other
people as well." I understood and appreciated that. I was flattered that they
would include me in their group of people. But I appreciated that they might
want to do more than just entertain a friend and told them that since it was
late, maybe I should be leaving. I had had a big night after all.
Their response was so overwhelming as to almost frighten me. They
didn't want me to leave and, as if to cement their requests for me to stay,
John asked me to dance. Probably that caught me and made me stay more
than anything else. I had never danced with anyone in my feminine persona
and I very much wanted to. And this was perfect. If I made a fool of myself,
I was with friends and I had been drinking. I would probably be able to make
it by. I accepted.
John's smile and arms enfolded me and forced me to mold myself to the
music first and to his body second. I loved the feeling and quickly found that
it is much easier to dance from a female's point of view than from the man's.
As the dance ended, I sat down and pulled the high heeled shoes off, stood
again and danced on tiptoes with him on that soft carpet.
As we danced, Millie sat on the couch and watched and drank her drink.
She smiled at me every time we faced each other. I sat down and watched as
they danced and talked into each other's ears softly. I thought it a very
sensual and loving thing to watch and wondered if that's what she thought as
she watched us.
When I danced again with John, he seemed to hold me closer, his leg
pressing between mine and his chest crushing my own. The next dance, as I
mellowed to the music and his firm arms holding and guiding me, I felt his
lips on my neck, then on my ear. I found myself getting very turned on and
wondered, through the haze of drinks, if he really meant to do that and what
Millie would think. Opening my eyes, I saw that she was watching, her eyes
sparkling, her mouth smiling around the pink tip of her tongue.
I looked at him, I think to ask what he was doing, and felt his mouth
cover mine in a deep kiss. I don't think I knew what I was doing but I
allowed it to continue, allowed his arms to enfold me, allowed my own arms
to circle his neck and pull him closer. Only my bladder saved me then. I
rushed to the bathroom, my mind split into splinters. I knew then that I had to
leave, go home. I had to or soon they were going to find out what I was. I
didn't know what the reaction was going to be then but I didn't think I
wanted to know.
I returned to the living room from the beautifully decorated bedroom that
the bathroom adjoined, and found them talking again as they slowly danced.
Both seemed more serious than they had before.
I had resolved to get my purse and leave immediately but found myself
watching them and feeling all those feelings I had when John danced with
me. They stopped as I came back into the room. I started to make a move
toward the door then but was intercepted by Millie who begged me to stay "a
few more minutes." I tried to tell them I had to leave right then but they
wouldn't let me finish or to go either.
John had flopped onto the couch and was drinking his drink, the first
opportunity, I realized, since we had come in. While Millie and I had taken
turns dancing, he had danced each time. I moved to sit down as well and
Millie intercepted me. "John needs a break, but we can still dance," she said
and, not giving me a chance to object, put her hand in my back and grabbed
my other to lead me again in a slow waltz.
It struck me as totally funny that she had taken the masculine position even
though I was far more practiced in that position. I relaxed into the dance and
found that she led every bit as well as did John.
What I didn't expect was her hand stroking my back and side, her breasts
moving and pressing into my chest, her leg between mine much as had
John's. I was getting turned on with her as well. Then I felt her soft lips at
my neck and turned to meet them on my lips. Her tongue probed my mouth
and her body pressed into mine. My hands played in her long hair as hers
found my bottom. We still moved, slowly and sensuously, to the music.
When I could finally open my eyes a little, I saw that the stronger lights of the
room had been extinguished in favor of a single small lamp.
And then I felt John's larger body behind me, hugging us both to him, his
hand on my side, stroking. His lips on the back of my neck, moving,
caressing my skin into goose bumps that ran my back.
"Wait," I said, probably too loudly. They moved back from me looking
startled. "Wait," I repeated holding my hands in front of me to ward Millie
away and stepping away from John behind. I tried to catch my breath and
regain my composure.
"Oh, honey," Millie said with true concern in her face. "I'm sorry." I
didn't understand.
"No. We're sorry," John said moving around and putting his arm over
Millie's shoulder lovingly. "It was a bad idea." I didn't understand still.
"Honey, you've got to understand. Don't be upset with us. We like you
and we like to make love to each other. We thought that you might like to join
us."
"Yes," John said. "We both think that you are beautiful and you seemed to
like us as well as we like you. We're really sorry for making the suggestion."
I felt as if I were watching a tennis match. Their apologies tumbled back
and forth so quickly, with so much obvious embarrassment.
"We had no right to think that you would want to be with a woman at any
rate," Millie said.
"Oh, no," I blurted.
"Then, with me," John said.
"No. No," I said strongly. "No, you don't understand." I realized what I
was doing then and had momentary second thoughts. But I liked these
people. A lot. I didn't want them to feel that they were somehow inadequate.
Wrong. They weren't. I was. I had to tell them.
"You don't understand. It's not you at all. You're wonderful, loving,
exciting people. I love you both and I'd be happy to make love to you both.
But you don't understand. You think I'm a woman!"
I left the statement hanging in the room, quiet but for the continuing soft
music. They both looked at me now. The confusion obvious on their faces.
They didn't understand and I still had to tell them.
"I'm a man. A transvestite," I said. I hadn't really admitted it to myself
and it sounded somehow unreal. They both stared at me, their mouths open
in surprise, amazement. Then they looked at each other and back and then
back at each other again, still with open mouths, disbelief written on their
faces. Then John smiled at her and her face broke into a slight smile that
quickly broadened until it passed his grin into a brilliant smile and then into
guffawing laughter that was quickly followed by his laughter. They were
quickly reduced to holding each other up.
I watched the emotions on their faces. Their staring disbelief was
frightening. I wondered if I should break for the door. Their smiles took my
own emotions to consternation and their hysterics almost drove me to the
door again. Finally it stopped, John clearing his throat and walking toward
me.
"I don't believe it," he said placing strong, amused emphasis on each
word.
I bowed my head. "It's true. I'm sorry," I said.
"Sorry," he said in a strange questioning tone. "Why? Hell, Millie and I
were trying to get this beautiful woman into bed for a mixed lesbian,
heterosexual interlude. Don't you think it's funny that suddenly we find
ourselves with the possibility of taking a beautiful woman to bed for me and a
properly equipped man to bed for Millie?" He flung his head back in another
guffaw. "Hell, it's wonderful!"
I smiled then but with a little trepidation. Millie quickly sidled in next to
me.
"And me leading you dancing," she said as her laughter broke out again.
"This is wonderful fun."
Suddenly, John looked serious again though his eyes looked sparkling
and mischievous. "I, for one, still don't believe it." He stood very close
before me. I decided the danger point had passed now. I stepped still closer
and put my arms around his neck.
"You'd better find out for yourself then," I said with a grin. He hesitated
only a moment before reaching for my skirt, lifting it in the front and gently
feeling the front of my panties. He found what he now expected, grinned and
dropped the skirt.
"Millie," he said. "You have a very happy discovery coming indeed."
I let him go and turned to her. She grinned devilishly, looked at the front
of the dress, reached out and grabbed my hand and gigglingly lead me toward
the bedroom. John made a move to get up and she restrained him. "No, you
wait here. We'll be right back. We have to get into something more
comfortable."
He laughed again as we went into the bedroom.
Millie opened her closet and began pulling out hangers covered with
diaphanous material. She looked through them quickly and pulled one out
and threw it on the bed. "That's yours. Now what should I wear." I pointed
out a white, nearly sheer nightgown with an equally sheer cover. She giggled
and tossed it on the bed as well. "Unzip me," she said, turning her back. I
did and her dress dropped to the floor where she stepped out of it. She wore
no bra and her panties followed quickly. I told her how beautiful she was as
she stepped out of her heels and dropped the nightgown over her head,
quickly followed by the cover that buttoned with a single button below her
breasts. She bent and picked out two pairs of high heeled slippers, tossing
one toward the bed while standing and stepping into the other pair.
"Do I look all right?" she said, turning before me. I told her again she was
beautiful and tried to keep from touching her with great difficulty. Finally,
she stepped close enough to me so my hands could touch her breasts through
the filmy material. Her body thrilled to the touch but she stepped back again.
"Now you," she said as she stepped behind me and unzipped the short
zipper. I shrugged out of the dress and it fell to the floor. Standing again
before me, she looked down and saw the ample swell in the panties. "Yes,"
she said breathlessly. As if distracted she went on. "This outfit has panties
and a bra. Padded even. Here." She handed me the bra and I slipped out of
my own and into it in one motion. It snapped with a single snap in front. I
certainly couldn't see what she needed with the padding in this bra. She
handed me the panties and watched, her tongue between her teeth as I took
my own off and replaced it with hers. It did not hold me as well but fairly
well. She couldn't keep her hands off then but reached out and touched it. It
jumped to her touch in spite of the panties.
I stepped into the slippers and nearly fell as she dropped the thin material
of the shortie nightgown over my head. It tied with a tiny string of material
below my bra making me look huge. I couldn't help but giggle. She held the
cover for this nightgown that draped in its nothingness to the floor and
buttoned with two buttons directly over the bust.
Gently, before she could say anything else, I leaned close to her and
kissed her lips softly. "Thank you," I said with emotion in my voice. Her
eyes misted a little before she turned, grabbing my hand as she passed.
"Come on. We're going to blow John away," she said with the grin
almost visible in her voice.
John was staring at his drink, lost in thought, as we returned to the living
room. He looked up slowly and then did a double take, his smile broadening
with each look. "Wow," he said softly.
"Thanks," Millie said through her broad grin. He stood up slowly and
walked the long step between.
He held his arms before him. "Anyone care to dance?"
"Oh, yes," I said before Millie could say anything. Then I felt badly and
looked at her. Her smile now was from ear to ear, looking at me. I took that
for her agreement.
He swept me into his arms and halfway across the room and into a deep
dip that scared me to death. But he never lost the continuation of motion,
righting me again in spite of my lack of help. I'd saved myself only by
grabbing around his neck with both hands and now found both his in the
middle of my back. I don't know whether the next hour could be termed
"dancing." It was really just heavy petting while moving to music and
standing upright.
After John had me panting, Millie cut in and I watched as he repeated the
performance on her. The only difference was a little more attention to her soft
breasts that made themselves so enticingly available through the thin material.
She also took off his shirt and pants for him in time with the music. He
stopped then to do something with his clothes and sat down to watch as
Millie and I danced. It was an unbelievable turn on to have her hands on me
as her breasts pressed into the brassiere that covered my own less well
formed ones.
She proved to me in those few minutes that a man's nipples, even through
a padded bra, are as sensitive as I would imagine a woman's to be. Then I
felt John behind me again, his arms around us both so our movement was
nearly impossible. The bulge in his underwear was very apparent in my
lower back.
I couldn't stand it then and, grabbing one of them by the hand on each
side of me, led them to the bedroom. John pulled down the covers from the
bed while Millie found a small bedside light. They indicated, together, that I
was to take the center which I quickly assumed.
I was smothered with kisses from both sides, touches and the feelings of
those two very warm bodies entwining with mine for a long time. My ears
tingled with their kisses. My nipples throbbed to their hard ministrations.
Finally my manhood leapt to Millie's soft touches.
My arms went around John's shoulders as his mouth covered mine from
above and his hand pressed into the flesh of my chest, massaging. Then I felt
Millie slowly pulling my panties downward until, soon, they were off. My
legs spread as her kisses covered me from waist to knees and back again. Her
tongue probed the tops of the nylons I still wore, my belly button, the
junctions of my legs to my body and, finally, my hard self.
I heard her moan as she sucked it far up into her mouth then and my body
arched to her. John's hands rubbed the soft, slippery material of the
nightgown as she sucked and fluttered and pressed. Then she began a deep,
rhythmic movement that took her from the tip of it to the root and back again
and again.
That's when I heard the jar lid unscrewing and only in passing identified
it. I felt Millie's sharp, feminine fingernail as it teased at the opening of my
asshole. Then, her head still moving, I felt the cold touch of the vaseline and
the fuller feeling of her finger invading my insides. Only the excess of
alcohol saved me from an early end to the activities.
Millie moved her head then and I felt her behind John, bring him to
readiness. Then she started moving his body over mine. I didn't know what
to do. Panic governed me for a moment until John's insistent tongue again
took my mind. I felt him move his body between my legs that I had to
spread.
Millie massaged my thighs and moved them until they were nearly
perpendicular to our bodies. I felt him then, between my legs, the tip
touching the sensitive area between dick and asshole. Then lower. I felt Millie
helping him to find the entrance and lifting my legs until my midsection was
indecently vulnerable.
"It doesn't hurt," I thought vaguely before I felt him push forward. Then
it did hurt. Oh, god, it hurt so bad. Then suddenly his head popped through
the tight muscle. I tried with my whole being to keep him from moving then
but, slowly, he pushed forward again. Then more. And more. Until I felt his
pubic hair on my balls and his body tight to the back of my legs.
My legs, surmounted by the high heeled slippers, were pointed into the air
as he moved back outward again, then in, then out. I was panting so hard, I
couldn't maintain the kiss that had prevented screams a moment before. My
legs pumped in the air with his movements. And I could feel my come
building for release.
As if on cue, he stopped and, with a devastating feeling of loss for me,
pulled out. I was turned over onto my stomach then and felt his hand pulling
my hips upward.
Then his tool was again at the entrance to my ass and, again painfully,
inside again. Millie slid under me and between my legs then, lifting my upper
body. Opening my eyes with difficulty, I looked down to see those beautiful,
big breasts inches before me. I gulped at them as she hugged my head to her.
Then slowly, together, we conspired to get me into her dripping hole where
all three of us pumped together.
Suddenly, as the pace reached a crescendo, the panting very loud in the
room, she grabbed both my nipples and pinched. Hard.
I came immediately, cascading the other two into their own throes of
agony at the same time.
(the end)
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