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Karen's Romance Part Five: Remember the Meaning of Romance
By Norman O. Johnson
I waited every day for my guy to call. Every time I looked
at the phone extension beside my bed, I wanted to pick up
the receiver and hear his voice saying, "Karen, I love you.
You're the girl I want to be with."
Whenever I heard a phone ring, whenever I saw someone
walking past chatting on their cell phone, whenever I even
looked at a phone, I prayed for him to call me and say we
belonged together.
Day after day, no news. A whole stinking week, and no news.
Eight days, nine days, ten days, eleven days, and no news.
No news was bad news.
One Thursday evening, I was finishing off a Diet Pepsi and
watching old reruns on cable TV. The show was something
called 'Friends' that everybody was crazy about when I was
a grade-school kid. Just as Chandler was about to pop-off
at the clueless Joey, the phone beside the living room sofa
rang.
"I'll get it," called Aunt Shelly from the kitchen. And a
few seconds later, she called again from the kitchen.
"Karen, it's for you."
God, please, let it be Reggie, and please, please, let him
have good news for me. I picked up the phone. "Karen?"
My heart skipped a beat. "Reggie, how good to hear your
voice again," I said. My eyes were starting to tear up. I
was such a girl!
"Hello, Karen. I'm glad to hear your voice too."
My heart skipped another beat. I don't think a guy starts a
conversation with his girlfriend this way if he's about to
dump her.
"How have you been?" he asked.
"Okay. I'm almost through with my home schooling. I'll take
my exams, and then I'll get the equivalent of a high-school
diploma, and be ready for college." My tone changed. "So I
guess I've been okay except for missing you so much."
"Karen, I'm sorry if I made you feel bad last week."
Actually, it had been nearly two weeks. "I want you to know
that I love you very much, and I want us to always be
together."
My cheeks were wet. I could barely speak. "I love you too,
Reggie." I had Reggie back! All the world was perfect now.
"I was a little bit mad at you for not telling me sooner
you used to be a guy. And, to be honest, the whole thing
felt kind of gay to me. It's like you were still a boy, and
you'd tricked me into dating you."
I felt my stomach tightening. Me? Still a boy? The whole
idea was insulting, and disgusting too. I almost
interrupted him, but something stopped me.
"I had to force myself to remember," he was saying, "just
because you used to be a boy, doesn't mean you're still
one."
I laughed. "Reggie, I'm not a boy. Those days are SO over.
In fact, I never was one, except on the outside. I'm all
girl now, and I can prove it to you, any time you want."
As I laughed, the resentment leaked out of me. Reggie had
grown some in the past few weeks. I was proud of him. He
was all right.
"But when all is said and done, I can't do without you.
You're just too important to me."
My eyes suddenly filled with tears of joy. I fumbled for a
box of tissue on the end-table beside the sofa. I got them,
nearly turning over a lamp in the process.
"Excuse me, a minute, Reggie," I said, sniffing. I wiped my
face dry. "Okay, I'm back. When do you want to get
together?"
"Saturday afternoon, about 1 PM."
"It's a date. What did you have in mind?"
"Well, my Mom's going to be off at some kind of legal
conference all day Saturday, so I'll have the house to
myself. I figured we could just hang out and listen to
music or watch TV or something. There's a classic war movie
I was planning to watch, but you wouldn't be interested, so
I could probably program my home computer to burn it onto a
DVD or something."
"What classic war movie?"
"You've probably never heard of it. 'The Guns of
Navarone'."
"Are you kidding? That's a great film. My brother Steve and
I watched it a few years ago." That is, when I was twelve
years old and a boy on the outside.
After a pause, he said, "Oh, cool." I understood the pause.
He was remembering I'd still been anatomically male then,
and it was sweet of him not to mention it.
"There's a really cool Greek woman guerrilla in it," I
said. "Two guerilla women, actually. Don't worry about
boring me. I'll watch it with you."
"That's great, Karen. I'm looking forward to seeing you.
Tell you what, just plan to be at your place, and I'll pick
you up."
***
Next Saturday afternoon, Reggie's old Toyota pulled into
the driveway at five minutes past one. I ran out of the
house, so excited I nearly stumbled on the stoop and almost
fell on my face. I managed to make it to the car and got
in. My man had returned!
He seemed just as excited to see me. Our lips met for a
brief smack. I was wearing tight blue jeans and a halter-
top. Reggie noticed my outfit.
"You're showing your middle today," he said, backing the
car out of the driveway.
"Yeah, we girls are starting to show off our middles now,"
I said.
"Looks like something out of an old turn-of-the-century
movie," he joked.
"Yeah, it's a retro style, coming back into fashion."
"Fine! I just hope tattoos don't come back."
"I agree," I said, with a laugh. "Tats are a trend that's
definitely over! You see these guys in their thirties with
big huge dragons on their shoulders. You know they're
embarrassed about it. It's like they don't know it's 2011."
We drove silently for a while. As he drove, I could see him
glance at me from time to time, checking me out, trying of
visualize what delights were lurking under those jeans and
that halter-top. I was checking him out too. I noticed the
eager grin on his face, but sometimes my gaze lowered to
the front of his pants. The tension was building on both
sides of the front seat. We weren't just glad to see each
other. We wanted each other in a very definite way.
"Reggie, is there something on your mind?"
I caught him off guard. "Uh, no, nuh-nuh-nothing in
particular except being with you, and the movie, why?"
"You can tell me, Reggie. We're together again. We're a
unit, okay? If there's something you want to do today,
something special, don't be afraid to ask. I won't be
offended. I promise."
"Really?" For the first time in months, I saw his shyness
come back. I'd guessed right about what he wanted.
"Really. So come on, tell me what's on your mind."
"I want, I want, I..." he stammered. Then he sighed heavily
as we stopped at a traffic light. "Karen, I gave you a bit
of a scare a couple of weeks ago. I'm sorry about that. I'm
thinking about something we could do to show our love for
each other, our commitment to each other, our---Um, Karen,
do you get what I'm trying to say."
I composed myself and answered him in an even tone. "Sure,
Reggie. You want sex."
"Uh, yeah, that's it. I think we're ready to start having
sex."
"Cool. I'm up for it."
I could feel the happy smile forming on my face. He
wouldn't want to do me if he wasn't convinced I was a real
girl.
Reggie's face was in a state of shock. "You mean that?
Really?"
"I really do mean that, Reggie." I leaned over and kissed
his cheek. I knew our relationship would eventually come to
this point. (Yes, I know that's a pun.) The light's about
to change," I whispered. When we started off again, the
tires squealed. I laughed. So did he.
"Thank you, Karen. You are so wonderful." I could hear the
relief in his voice. I could also imagine what he was
thinking, that it was really going to happen this time. It
wasn't a dream.
"Reggie, you make me feel wonderful."
I was feeling very good right now about myself, Reggie, and
our future together. I was also savoring the irony of what
was to come. Back when I was Kevin, I had slipped my member
in six different girls. Now, more than two years later, I
would once again have straight sex, but this time I would
lie at the other end of the penis. Since I was a former
penis owner myself, I knew exactly the pleasure he was
going to feel, and I could share in it, even if I didn't
climax myself. I was getting moist down below. Vaginal
secretions. That reminded me of something else in my past.
When I was about to score with a girl, back in the old
days, the bottom of my ball sack would get moist. But I
couldn't think about sleazy old Kevin for long.
He stopped at another traffic light. I took a fond glance
at my man Reggie, setting behind the wheel, looking
handsome, but also so fresh and young and unspoiled. Since
I was the one with by far the most sexual experience, I
resolved to be good to him, and not play around with his
feelings. Fresh? Young? Unspoiled? I looked him over again.
My man Reggie was a stud! I leaned over to him and nibbled
at his ear.
"We," I said, lowering my voice to a soft purr, "are gonna
have fun today."
We got back to the Weinstein house in time to watch the
start of 'The Guns of Navarone'. As we were walking toward
the front door, Reggie leaned toward me and asked, barely
louder than a whisper, "Are you, um, on the pill or
anything?"
"I can't have kids, Reggie. I don't have any eggs. The
Juvenile Court wasn't planning for me to have any children
during my year at Reform School, so my balls just got moved
inside me and mutated to secrete female hormones."
We mounted the porch. "Karen, you don't have any diseases,
do you?"
"No."
"Neither do I." Reggie inserted his house key into the
locked.
"Cool," I said. "You can save your rubbers for another
occasion." As He opened the door, I kissed his cheek. "It
was very sweet of you to ask, though, Reggie."
"Thanks."
We settled down on the sofa. He put his right arm around my
shoulder, and we watched the first 45 minutes or so, while
we indulged in some smooching and ear-nibbling. At about
the time the two Greek women resistance fighters joined up,
and the Allied commandos were being chased through the
hills by strafing German fighters, Reggie started fondling
my breasts through the halter. After a while my top came
off, and he started stroking my bare breasts. I almost came
right there. Then I looked at his zipper again, and reached
to unzip it. Reggie pulled his implement out, and I gave
him my first blowjob. I had never had the nerve to suck
dick when I owned one, but, because I'd once owned one, I
knew just how to stimulate a penis. He came in a couple of
minutes. I swallowed his juice.
"You fucking slut!" He laughed. "You swallowed."
I looked up with a grin, but my tone of voice was serious.
"You want to keep me, Reggie? Don't call me a slut again. A
slut doesn't care whose juice she slurps up. I'm your
woman. I'm all yours. That keeps me from being a slut."
"I read you loud and clear, babe." He nibbled my ear.
I replied in a stage whisper. "Let's get naked."
The look on Reggie's face was ecstatic. He let out a whoop
of joy. I giggled. No kidding. The strong, tough, Lesbian
gangster girl Nylon had turned all giggly. It took us mere
seconds to get out of the rest of our clothes. I liked the
look of Reggie's body: tall and thin, flat stomach,
impressive implement, and a modest amount of chest hair.
Modest for a Jewish guy, anyway. In fact, it was a lot like
the one I used to have, except for the package size. His
was larger. He threw me back on the sofa and pried my legs
apart. Meanwhile, Gregory Peck, David Niven, Maria Callas
and the rest of the ensemble cast were being arrested by
the Germans in the middle of a Greek wedding in a village
square.
Reggie lowered his face till his nose was on my clean-
shaven mound of Venus. He planted his tongue in a very
delicate spot, and began to lick.
In about two minutes, I came. I was groaning very loud. "Oh
my God, Reggie. Oh, my God. Reggie! Reggie!"
Despite all my experiments with other girls at reform
school, this was my first real orgasm. There's no way to
describe a female orgasm to someone who's never had one. I
will say that it's not genital-centered like a man's
climax, but spreads throughout the woman's body. Also, it
takes a long time to go away, like waiting for the tide to
go out. Sometimes I think the afterglow is the best part of
it. During my afterglow, I opened my eyes and noticed
Reggie was no longer between my legs. He was sitting at the
other end of the sofa, looking down at his seven inches.
"I'm ready," I said, almost panting.
I wanted him to come inside me right now, before my
afterglow went away yet. He climbed on top of me. Seven
inches! I was thinking. It was exciting to know I was going
to receive a large one.
I reached around him and found his firm slim left buttock
with my right hand. I pressed him onto me, moving my knees
as far apart as they would go. Balancing himself on his
elbows, Reggie very slowly pushed his member into me.
"Oh, my God," he whispered. No wonder the pagan Canaanites
made a ritual out of sex. This was a sacred moment.
As the boner poked deeper inside me, I felt a tearing
sensation. "Eep!"
His large brown eyes got even larger. "What's wrong!"
"Nothing. I'm just feeling you deflowering me, breaking my
cherry."
The world's finest penis, the best in the world because it
belonged to the man I loved, sank all the way in. Then he
began to rotate his organ inside me. I began rotating my
hips the other way. He looked nervous again.
"What are you doing?"
"This is counter-thrusting, Reggie. It's a thing we girls
do. Don't stop what you're doing."
"Cool," he said breathlessly.
He continued working away. It took about a minute for him
to come. I felt the tremor of his release. I silently
rejoiced. My man just came inside me, I thought. His organ
collapsed and immediately slipped out of me. He rose and
sat on his haunches, looked down at his spent penis with a
grimace. I sat up, leaned forward, and kissed him lightly
on the cheek.
"I love you," I whispered. He took me in his arms, smacked
my lips with his, and hugged me.
"I love you too, Karen."
Meanwhile on the TV, our heroes had escaped from the
Germans, but had to leave an English officer behind. David
Niven was arguing with Gregory Peck, leader of the commando
unit.
"You've used up an important human being!" Niven
wailed.
Our bodies came apart. I noticed something. "Eww, I'm all
sticky," I said, making a face. "Where's the bathroom?"
"You want to shower together?" asked Reggie hopefully.
"No, actually I was gonna get a wet washcloth and wipe you
down, and myself too."
Reggie took it well, although I think he was ready for a
second round. "Sounds good," he said. "There's a half-bath
on the right as you go back toward the kitchen."
So I washed the sweat and semen and woman-juice off of
Reggie, and then myself. We put our clothes back on. I sat
on the sofa beside Reggie and snuggled up against him. He
put an arm around me.
"What happened to your pubic hair?" he asked. "I was
looking forward to stroking it."
"I shaved it for the summer swimwear. I bought myself a
couple of thongs."
"You in a thong? Awesome!"
"Don't worry, Reggie. You'll see my bush in the fall, when
it grows back."
All that running around on the tennis court and the
racquetball court had kept my rear end firm enough that I
expected to look good in a thong.
We watched the rest of the movie. Greek actress Maria
Callas shot the other woman guerilla, who turned out to be
a spy for the Germans. What was left of the commando group
set out to blow up those famous gun emplacements built into
a cliff overlooking an important harbor. At the big finish,
when the Germans' ammo dump blew up, and the whole side of
the mountain blew off, and the big guns fell into the water
below, Reggie snickered.
"What?" I asked.
"We should've timed our climaxes to happen now." That was
the funniest joke of the afternoon. When my sides were
aching with laughter, two quick hands darted for my zipper.
I squealed with surprise. "Reggie!"
"Round two," he panted.
"Please do!" I said, undoing my halter. Had I ever been
Kevin? Had I ever been that sleazy guy? It seemed
impossible.
TO BE CONTINUED
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