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BETH AND JOHN ? by: Sissy Lizzy
My friend, Heddy, had been having problems with the last two sales
ladies she had hired for her small women's wear shop, Flora's. Neither
of them seemed to really care about the job, and frequently failed to
show up, so when Heddy called on Saturday morning and asked if I could
help her reorganize her store, I was not surprised. She knew that when
she needed help, she simply had to call, which she had done a number of
times. In fact, on several occasions she had let me take over the store
by myself. My sales were always great and she kept saying that I should
come work for her, since I obviously enjoyed it and was good at it.
My wife, Joan, had left for a week long seminar the night before, and I
had no other plans. Heddy carried several lines of very beautiful
clothes and just handling them all day would be a pleasure.
I knew we would be doing a lot of physical work, and simply wore a pair
of jeans and a white blouse, some light makeup, and piled my hair on
the back of my head. It would seem funny being in the store in such
casual clothes.
"Beth," Heddy greeted me as I walked into the shop, "I'm so glad you
could help me today. The next time those two show up, I'm giving them
their walking papers."
"So, who would you get. More of the same?"
"No, I want you to come work for me. You're great with people. You look
very professional. And you love it. I'm sure Joan wouldn't mind. She'd
get some great discounts."
"Yes," was my reply. "Yes I'd love to! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I was
shocked by my reply. I'd often dream of working for Heddy or better yet
being a partner, and Joan and I had often talked about this. She wanted
it even more than I did, because it would mean that I would be living
full time as a woman.
We hugged and smiled. We were the best of friends and it would be great
to work together.
We spent the rest of the morning moving the displays around, to give
the shoppers more room and a better view of the new stock. Since it was
a quiet Friday morning, without even one serious shopper, we managed to
get everything done before one. The afternoon was just the opposite. It
got to the point, where Heddy asked me to change into something more
appropriate and start my career as a sales lady.
By five thirty, we were exhausted, and we were looking for a nice quiet
evening. She invited me to her house, so we could enjoy some Chinese
food, wine, and a movie.
I had been too tired to change back into my jeans, and stayed in the
pink skirt and blouse, after we finished moving the dresses. We were
sitting in her living room, and just finishing a glass of wine, when
her neighbor John stopped by to get his spare key. He was always
locking himself out. I had often seen him walking around and both Joan
and I had commented on how nice looking we thought he was. On more than
one occasion, Joan had mentioned that she would like to take him to
bed. I agreed, and even jokingly told her that if she had the chance,
she better take him to bed, otherwise I would never talk to her again.
"John, this is my friend Beth."
"Nice to meet you," he looked at me sitting on the sofa. For some
unknown reason I felt a flush of heat shoot right through me, and
understood exactly what my wife meant when she said she wanted to take
him to bed. "Why don't you join us for a glass of wine," the words
poured out of my mouth as if I'd known him for years. I slid over and
motioned for him to sit down next to me.
"I'd love to," he smiled and accepted my invitation. Heddy brought
another glass and let me pour John some wine.. As I handed it to him
our hands touched, and at that moment, I felt so very, very nice.
John told me he had often seen me when I visited Heddy and had recently
built up the nerve to talk to her about me; a fact she had left out. He
complimented me on my looks, and whenever he had the chance, he was
touching me; sometimes on the leg, but mostly on my arm or hand. I
didn't complain. By the time he finished his glass of wine, there was
no space between us. When the Chinese food came and I got up to pay for
it, there was a disappointed look on John's face.
For over an hour we talked, ate our food and laughed. John seemed
genuinely happy for me when Heddy told him that I was now working at
the store for her. He looked straight into my eyes, and mentioned that
he would have to stop by and say hello. I smiled.
Heddy joined us on the sofa, so we could watch the movie. By the time
the movie was half finished, John had his arm around my shoulder and I
rested my head on his chest, with my hand on the top part of his thigh.
I looked down and noticed a huge lump in his pants, gently brushed my
hand over it, and teasingly whispered, "Is that for me?"
He turned, put his hand over mine, and nodded.
"My wife will be jealous," I said.
When the movie finished, we talked a little bit more, and both Heddy
and I said we had to get some sleep because we had to get in early and
clean the store before we opened. It was then that I kissed him. A real
kiss. I couldn't believe that I wasn't going to bed with him that night
and neither could he, because as soon as we finished kissing, he asked
me if I would have dinner with him tomorrow evening. I didn't even get
to say anything, when Heddy said, "Of course, she'd love to. And you'd
better treat her really well."
A date. I was actually going out a date with a man. My god, could this
be happening? I had just agreed to start work as a sales lady; spent
the evening next to man and lusting after him; given a passionate kiss
to him; and agreed to spend an evening with him. That night my dreams
were all x-rated.
Business was very good on Saturday, and by closing time, I still had
not decided on what I would wear or even had a chance to do my nails.
Throughout the day, whenever there was a lull, Heddy had me try on
every outfit in the store that might fit me
Finally Heddy brought out a nice fitted long black skirt with a full
length slit on one side and a delicate black blouse, and camisole. It
was still fifteen minutes to closing time, but we decided to close the
store anyways. I took out a new black lace and satin bra from the
display and matching panties, and made my way to the fitting room.
When I came out, Heddy smiled and said that with this outfit on, there
would be no way we would be able to finish dinner without him having
his hands all over me. "Someone's going to lose her virginity," she
teased.
"Hope so," I was deadly serious.
I arrived at his condo about seven thirty and there was no doubt that
he was more than happy to see me. He took one look and then all he
could say was, "Wow." I gave him a gentle hello kiss. That was not
enough for him, and he pulled me into him and gave me a long deep kiss,
with lots of tongue. I nearly melted.
This was my first date with a man, and I was, to say the least, on
cloud nine. John complimented me on my outfit, and while he was dressed
in casual slacks and shirt, I didn't feel over dressed. Rather, from
the look in his eyes, I looked perfect.
John offered to show me his place, and before I could say anything, he
took my hand and led me throughout his huge home. His bedroom was
fantastic. It had a large deck that overlooked the pool and Heddy's
backyard. It was quite spacious and tastefully decorated. "Nice bed," I
commented as I squeezed his hand and gave him a little peck on the
cheek. I left no doubt in his mind that tonight I would quite happy to
please him.
We went down to the kitchen where he had been obviously working hard
preparing our dinner. He sat me at the counter, poured me a glass of
wine and finished the salad. I was in no rush to eat, and just wanted
to fully appreciate that a man was doing his best to impress me, and
who I knew wanted to get me into that big bed upstairs.
"Who is that woman, I see you with all the time," he asked with a
little uneasiness in his voice.
"That's Joan. She's away for the week at a conference in Florida."
"She's . . ."
"My lovely wife."
"Your wife?"
"Yes. Joan's my wife. And she doesn't mind. In fact, she's been after
me to start dating men and enjoy some of the other pleasures of being a
woman. We've been watching you for some time. Actually it was more
lusting after you. She bet me that I would get you in bed before she
did. I wonder, if I'll win that bet." I reached over, took his hand,
stood up and gave him another kiss. I was enjoying this.
"Beth, if you don't stop that, we'll never get to eat."
"I'm not worried."
Moments later, we were sitting at the dinning room table and talking
about me. I told him that I wanted to be a girl for as long as I could
remember, and that I had dreamt of this day for many, many years. I
told him about my relationship with my wonderful wife, who loved having
a husband that was also her girlfriend and who didn't mind it, when she
was out of town and getting some satisfaction from some man she would
meet. "Now, we'll both have stories to tell," I smiled at John, "And
this time, it won't be me that'll be envious."
"Ever want to be a whole woman," he asked, "I mean . . ."
"Don't worry, and I know what you mean. By the way, the answer is yes,
and especially tonight. By the way, are you, you know . . ."
"No, I don't think so. I've never been attracted to a man, and you're
definitely not a man. You're an absolutely gorgeous woman, that I find
very, very attractive. I've seen you in men's clothing, but there was
something about you that just didn't fit."
"Thank you. You're so kind."
He took my hand and asked if I would like to dance. I wasn't ready for
a dance; I just hated to see all the dirty dishes staring me in the
face, and suggested that we clean up. I asked him if he had an apron.
We had everything under control, and I was filling the sink to wash a
few of the larger items, when John came by and placed his hand on my
ass, "Nice."
"Umm, I like that," and I backed into what felt like a steel pole. I
wiggled a little it, and made a few pleasant sounds. John leaned over,
gently cupped my breasts, and began to kiss my neck. "I could get used
to this," I thought and finished the dishes.
"Let's have that dance," I said and removed the apron and led him to
the family, where he put on some gentle music. We danced and danced. It
had not been my first time dancing with a man, but it was the first
time, I danced with a man, who made me feel special and very much a
woman. I just melted into him. At times, he would move just so, and I
could feel his hardness. I knew that neither of us could hold off much
longer, and pushed him to the sofa.
"Can I have another glass of wine," I asked as I sat down and let lots
of leg show through the slit. Within a moment, John was handing me a
glass of wine. "Beautiful legs," he touched the one leg with his free
hand and rubbed it the full length. It sent shivers throughout my body.
Still holding my glass of wine, I kissed him. Before long, we were like
two teenagers pressed against each other and kissing like there was no
tomorrow. He had opened my blouse so he could lick my chest and give me
a nice little hickey just over the cup of my bra.
As I rubbed the huge lump in the front of his pants, John pushed his
hips forward, and I knew that this was the time. Slowly I undid his
belt, then the button, and finally I pulled the zipper down. His penis
wasn't very big, but it was full of life and love.
As I lowered myself to kiss the head, which was peaking over the top of
his shorts, I became acutely aware of how feminine I was dressed. I
could feel the tug of my bra straps and my skirt moving up to the top
of my stockings. I became aware of his fresh, just showered body, and a
slight aroma from his penis.
I slid his underwear down and finally kissed his wonderful cock. In
that moment, I was a woman, and everything inside me was stirring. What
had been an urgent need all evening dissolved, and I knew that I had
all the time in the world to enjoy everything about this experience.
John laid down and I rolled over onto my knees and placed a very dry
and hot organ in my mouth. I tried to think about what I felt like and
what this meant to me, but a sudden moan sent a another wave of
excitement through my body. It felt as if his penis had just entered
me, between the legs. God I wanted a vagina.
I began to suck the tip head, but it soon became evident that I was
either sucking too hard or it was too tender. I slid as much of his
beautiful manhood into my mouth. With each movement and suck, there was
a thrust, sometimes soft and others hard. With each one, I could feel a
huge penis going in and out of my vagina. Each pleasant moan, made me
feel so very special and so complete. Satisfying him was all that I
could think of. In those moments there was only him, and his sounds of
pleasure. It wasn't long when his movements became more and more
abrupt, and I knew that I would soon be tasting my lover's cum. I tried
even harder.
He came in torrents of spurts, that I greedily swallowed. In those
quick moments, I felt like I'd never felt before; so satisfied, so
warm, so complete. I licked all the cum that had escaped my mouth, to
continue to enjoy the wonderful taste. Now I could understand why Joan
always urged me to perform oral sex on a man. So many wasted years.
When I finished, I moved up next to him, kissed him and closed my eyes.
I woke up about two, still nestled to John. I had to use the bathroom
and tried to get up without disturbing him, but the sight of his penis
full and hard was too much and I decided that my little bathroom break
could wait. I put his penis full into my mouth and made wonderful love.
While I sucked, he put his hands around my head and gently ran his
fingers through my hair.
"My sweet love," he muttered. When he came, it was as wonderful as the
first time. This time, I did not lay next to my man, I grabbed my
little overnight bag and rushed to the bathroom.
After relieving myself, I stepped out of my skirt and blouse, and
slipped into a dark blue satin nightie that I had brought just in case.
I looked in the mirror and saw that my makeup was smudged. I washed my
face and thanked Joan for convincing me to have electrolysis. According
to her, not only would it let me look more feminine, but it would also
save me lots of time every morning.
I went back downstairs, and the led my semi-sleeping lover to his
bedroom. From the smile on his face, there was no doubt that he was as
satisfied as I was. We crawled into bed and slept until ten.
I woke up to John kissing me and whispering that I might need some
relief. I told him that I had had the best orgasm of my life and that
was all the relief I needed. He would not let it go at that, and let
his hand gently massage my overgrown clit, until I came all over my
belly and John's hand. He brought it to my lips and let me taste my own
cum. "Not as good as yours, my love," and I kissed him. "Not a bad
taste," he replied and lowered himself to lick my belly clean.
We decided that we should go have brunch before I went home. I took a
very long shower and tried to remember every single moment of the
previous night. After I finished, I put on a fresh pair of white
panties and bra, did my makeup and headed back into the bedroom to slip
into the khaki skirt, white blouse and loafers I brought. I really
couldn't go for brunch wearing evening wear.
I was just putting in my pearl earrings when John came up from behind
and placed his hands on my hips. "God, you're sexy in that skirt and
blouse. Hell, you're sexy in everything you wear."
"Now, now. Let's not get carried away," I turned, kissed him and gently
pressed my belly against his penis. I may have been sexy, but he wasn't
all that hard. For the moment anyway.
Hand in hand, we arrived at 'The Rose', a trendy little restaurant that
was famous for its light and tasty food, and service. And while the
huge windows made the place were bright and open, and while the
restaurant was full, it was still romantic. I pulled myself close to
John as he asked the girl for a table. She smiled at me. I felt so
lucky.
Brunch was a wonderful experience. Neither of us could stop looking or
touching the other, and everything he said seemed so interesting. I
just could not get enough of him. He wanted me to spend the night with
him again, but I thought it was too soon, and reluctantly said we
should wait a couple of days. I suggested that we double date with
Heddy and her boyfriend on Tuesday, and promised that if he were a good
boy, I would spend that night with him.
He dropped me off at my house just after two, and I quickly changed
into a two piece bathing suit that provided enough fabric to allow me
to properly hide parts that I longed to get rid of, and went to lie on
our deck. The sun felt so good and so relaxing. My mind was blank. At
five, Joan called to let me know how she was doing. The tone of her
voice left no doubt that her Saturday night had been as eventful as
mine.
It was almost impossible for me to say anything, but when I said, "I
slept with him," she became very quiet.
Neither of us talked for a moment, then her voice, as excited as before
asked, "You mean him?"
"Yes," I gloated. "I slept with John. My god you should have told me
how good it was to make love to a man."
"I did. A million times. And, if you'd listen to me, you'd have all the
right equipment. So tell me what happened."
I told her everything that happened with John and Heddy. Joan was
beside herself with excitement for me and for us. Now we could also
share lovers. She made me promise her that I would let him make love to
me fully on Tuesday. By the time we got off the phone, we had talked
for over two hours.
The next morning, I called into work to tell them that I was taking a
few days off and that I would be giving my notice. Lil was surprised
and disappointed. Her comment, "But you're one of the girls. You can't
leave us." I couldn't help but laugh. She reminded me that I had
promised to come to Vicki's shower, and I assured her that I would bed
there tonight.
Work that day was at Flora's, and what a difference it was. I was
missing my friends, but being able to work as a woman and being
accepted as a woman was wonderful. Of course, I was working with my
best friend Heddy, who was always a pleasure to be with. Sales were
great that day, and mostly because of one man, who came in shopping for
himself. It was obvious from the moment he walked in and looked at the
dresses.
Both Heddy and I helped him out. You should have seen the look on his
face, when we asked if he would like to try on the dresses he couldn't
decide on.
"Are you serious," he asked. "Absolutely, Heddy replied, "We wouldn't
expect any of our customers to take something without trying it on. We
want our clients to be absolutely satisfied with our clothing."
I picked out an older bra that we had, a slip, some pantyhose and some
padding, and gave it to him so he could try on the dresses properly.
For two hours he tried dress after dress, and skirt after skirt. By the
time he left, he had bought one dress, a beautiful two piece suit,
three skirts, and five blouses. We thanked him and told him that the
next time, he came in, he should be wearing the proper clothes for a
lady. His face lite up.
By the end of the day, I was starting to grow a little apprehensive
about going to the shower wearing a skirt and blouse, and kept changing
my mind. Every time, I decided to wear the skirt and blouse, my mouth
became dry and I became scared. I'm sure that if it had not been for
Heddy, I would have chickened out.
After work I went home to change and freshen up. After a long steamy
hot shower, I took out a pretty green print skirt and matching sweater.
My heart was pounding. I had never gone to work fully dressed as a
woman, although I always wore panties and nylons, and on occasion some
light makeup. My nails were always neatly rounded and with a coat of
clear polish.
I'm sure the girls at the office suspected my true nature. On occasion
when we would hug, they always seemed to rub my back as if feeling for
my bra straps, and even though they must have known that I wore bras,
no one said anything. There were times when they asked me to go
shopping with them, and they'd tease me about trying on dresses and
skirts. Almost from the start five years before, they would invite me
to showers, and the girls' night out, as if I was one of them.
You should have seen the smiles on their faces when I walked in, and
dressed like them. "Congratulations Beth," two of the girls greeted me.
"How did you . . ," I asked.
"I knew for sure two weeks ago," Lil interrupted, "I saw you or who I
thought was a woman that looked like you, trying on shoes at Fanny's.
Then when I saw Joan asking you something, it just wasn't that
difficult. Of course, your wife wasn't all that great about keeping
your name a secret. Every time she was with us, she would call you
Beth, and you would answer.'
It was too much and I began to cry. First Lil and Gena gave me a big
hug, then Vicki.
We had a wonderful time that evening, and the girls even kidded me
about catching the bouquet. Just as someone said it, everyone looked at
me. Vicki looked at me and asked, "Have you?"
I felt me face instantly turn hot and I was at a loss.
Lil, as usual piped in, "Let me guess . . . The guy you told us about
that time we all got drunk and took you to the male strip show. What
was his name? John. That's it John."
Still I couldn't say a word.
Vicki prodded me, "Come, you're one of us. You can't look so
comfortable without having experienced a man."
"Yes," the word came out proudly. "And girls I enjoyed it like you
wouldn't believe."
"Really," said Gena, "Just wait till you get all the equipment. You're
going to change, right?"
"Are you kidding, I'm not going to change, I just going to get
corrected. I've wanted since I first discovered that I had something
the other girls didn't. While you were probably praying for bigger
books, I was praying for a vagina."
"Well at least you got to pee standing up," joked Lil.
"I can't remember ever peeing standing up. In scouts, I was laughed at
because I peed like a girl. That always pleased me."
Vicki asked if my wife and I were both coming to the wedding, and that
in all likelihood, we would each be bringing a date.
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