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Losing It II
By Kelly Brown
So... what has happened since August 17th?
(For anyone who hasn't read "Losing It", it detailed, my
first proper outing to the firm's fancy dress do, which I
attended as Britney Spears... and ended up giving a guy a
blow job.)
The first few days after the party, I was both elated AND
terrified. I was convinced that everyone at work was
looking at me strangely. That they all KNEW! I was also
sure as hell, that Robert would mention something to his
friend and the rumour mill would swing in and... well...
we've all been there...
As it turned out... my worries were unfounded. Weeks
passed, and all that happened was that I began to get more
and more frustrated. I was dressing as Kelly virtually from
the second I got home to the second I left for work... I'd
even let my hair grow, then realised it would take forever,
and was just a mess basically... so had it cut again.
I wanted an airing...
So one night, I dressed, fairly tamely really: black
jumper, short black skirt, woolly tights, knee boots, and a
long grey trench coat, did my wig and makeup really well,
then stood by the front door... for two hours!!
Eventually, at about 11:30pm, I opened the front door...
took two steps up the road, and fled straight back as I
heard a siren nearby... Jesus!!!! I am SUCH a wuss!
I could have cried with frustration. As I sat by the
window... watching out... hoping to catch sight of someone
on their way home... someone I could catch the eye of as I
stepped briefly out of the door (at a distance
naturally...) only to remember I'd "left my car
keys\purse\courage" inside... as I sat there... I realised
that what I really wanted, was more of what I'd had that
night. I wanted a man again. Beside me... holding me...
relating to me as a woman.
I fell asleep that night, dreaming of Robert.
Over the next few days, I started to put together a plan...
and finally... just before Christmas... I executed it.
Nothing ventured... nothing gained.
I contacted the buyer that Rob was friends with, and
chatted over a few schedules for the company... small talk.
Eventually I mentioned the party, and he said he'd had a
great time. I jokingly told him that his friend Rob, had
borrowed a tenner from me for a cab, and never returned it.
Of course he hadn't... but I was hoping that he might pass
it on.
December 19th Thursday
I was at work... lunch had just finished... my secretary
gave me a list of messages. My heart leapt... hammered.
"Rob called. Give him a ring on..."
I sat at my desk... now it was there, I suddenly felt
scared again. I tried to run through a few tasks...
couldn't concentrate... KNEW I had to call him.
Did... got HIS answer machine! Bastard!! I left a message
suggesting he call my mobile. Over the next hour I kept
switching it on and off... was it working??
At 5:15... he called. I tried to be all jolly and flip... I
wasn't. Eventually we encountered one of those long
silences. He asked if I was still dressing. I told him I
was. He asked if I'd slipped into bed with any OTHER guys
since... I could feel myself going flame red... said no.
He paused again. Then... stupidly... I said, "Okay... well
nice chatting... stay in touch."
What??!
He said, "Sure... have a good Xmas." and hung up!!
I willed the phone to ring again... it didn't. Stupid
bitch!! What had I said that for?? Eventually I got home...
kicking myself. Sure... i could phone him... but I felt
that it wasn't "right". Talk about confused!! I determined
to take a walk that evening. I had to release the tension I
was feeling.
I went upstairs and ran a bath... shaved... trimmed my
"bush" and had a long soak. Heaven. I put "Shania" on the
stereo... and did my face... soft browns and golds around
the eyes... tawny blush... mascara... and a rich plumy
lipstick. I chose a shortish, that is just past the ears
"urchin" style wig, dark brown, and styled it. Added my
little gold studs, and felt... happy... ish... at my look.
As I said in "Losing It", I'm never going to win a beauty
contest... and at five ten... I never feel totally
comfortable... but in late December... with a bit of a wind
blowing, and dark outside... I felt I could pass.
I went into my bedroom to change... the floor was thumping
a little, the guy underneath likes soft rock, and plays
very loudly. Might be a problem, if he's still in later.
Damn! I HOPE he'll go out... otherwise I'll have to slip
out and I hate the worry of running into him as I return.
I turned to the bed... I'd laid my outfit out already.
Dark. Black skirt... fitted... stopping just above the
knee... and a black round neck cardigan with buttons all
the way to the tailored waist. I wanted to wear
stockings... but it was cold, and I'd settled on thickish
tights. I'd also wear my flat black suede boots... knee
length. Underneath it was black lace wonderbra, and high
cut matching panties. Tucking myself back between my legs,
I dressed... loving the feel of the different materials.
Once dressed, my favourite bit... the final look in the
mirror. I was surprised... I looked good. Not ravishing...
but better than I expected. I could still be read... but I
was in a bedroom light... not in the dark outside.
I picked up my trenchcoat... it's grey... dark... and comes
to mid calf... I popped it on, and added a grey checked
shawl... I fastened it... but left the bottom few buttons
undone, as I wanted it to show my skirt and boots. Then I
pulled on my black leather gloves and put my bag over my
shoulder... taking my flat keys, I checked the time...
10:30... I decided to wait till 11:30... didn't want to
risk the pubs coming out.
I made coffee... and sipped it while I watched a trannie
film for a quarter hour. My whole body was shaking... it
was exquisite.
Eventually... at around 11:05... I couldn't stand it
anymore... I went to the flat door, and listened. The music
had stopped... but I could hear my neighbour moving
around... damn!!!! I had to decide... go for it... or
chicken out. Before I could do the latter, I pulled open
the door... slipped into the hall and closed it behind
me... I kept my keys in my hand and slowly tiptoed down the
stairs... as I passed the door to HIS flat, I could hear
him inside... I opened the front door... wincing at the
squeak it made... and stepped out onto the path to the
gate.
The chill made my eyes water... and it was still blowing.
As I pulled the door behind me, I miscalculated and instead
of closing softly... it closed "normally", that is with a
slight bang. I jumped... and immediately started up the
path and out into the street... I "felt" a slight light on
my back, and wasn't sure if he'd glanced from behind his
curtains. I didn't look back, just turned sharply up the
road... and walked.
There's an alleyway twenty yards from the gate... turning
sharp right and running along the back of a row of shops...
I'd decided that I'd go along there... then left at the
end... ten yards... left again... along the shops... left
and back to my gate. It's lit... if I was too nervous, I'd
just go back along the alleyway. As I reached the end of
the alleyway, and pondered my move, I heard voices... I
glanced back. A couple of girls were leaving a flat above
the shops... clattering down the fire escape... no
choice... I turned left and was soon on the parade of
shops. Christ!! It was sooooo lit!!!
I felt I wanted to run... no... don't... cars passing...
no-one there... not far before the top of my road... I
tried to remember all the things I was supposed to
remember... smaller steps... no looking down... no
"mincing"... I walked as slowly as I dared, and was hugely
relieved to turn into the darkness of my own street. I
crossed the road... just to double check the door to my
house... was my downstairs neighbour out? In?
Across from us is a big church... I stood in the shade of
a tree, and watched... seemed quiet. As I stood there...
ouch... panting. I looked down... there was a small Jack
Russell terrier by my feet... Oh no... I was about to get
caught out!!
I pretended to look into my purse for keys... I heard a
voice, "Ignore him love... he wont bite."
I smiled weakly... trying not to look up... the dog was
pulled away, and I felt... rather than saw... a guy going
past.
"Night..." He said.
As he wandered off down the road... I looked after him... I
vaguely recognised him. Old age pensioner from another
road. I raced across to my house... listened and was inside
and up the stairs in one swift move. Back in my flat...
coat off... sitting at my kitchen table... I was elated.
I'd done it... a proper walk...
'Ignore him LOVE!!!!' he'd not read me!!
Okay... bad eyesight and dark... but what the hell!! I was
over the moon. Half an hour later I was bouncing off
walls... on such a high... and before I could stop
myself... I'd called Rob.
As soon as he answered, I regretted it... it was almost
12... I began to apologise... but he said he was awake
anyway. I was so high... I told him outright, that I
regretted cutting the conversation short... earlier. He
said he knew I'd call back. Bastard! (Right though!)
He suggested meeting up... and I agreed. We chatted some
more, and I ended up telling him what I'd done that
evening... he was impressed... or sounded it... I looked at
the clock... it was 12:45... we were giggling at that stage
as he'd asked what I was wearing, and told me that, "Tights
aren't TOO sexy... but I'm still getting hard!"
I said, "Cool... glad to hear."
Then he said, "Want me to come over?"
It was late... but Jesus I was horny. The man who'd taken
my virginity as it were wanted to come to see me. I
agreed... gave him the address and hung up.
While I waited, I did my make-up again... and decided to
swap wigs... he'd only seen my longer brown one... perhaps
he wouldn't fancy me with shorter hair. I remember being
amused at the fact that it was so matter of fact that I
wanted him to feel that way. I also changed into black lace
top hold ups, and a shorter skirt teamed with ankle
strapped sandals. I felt good.
The bell rang... and I almost leapt from my chair... oh God
I wish I had an intercom to buzz him up... I opened the
window, and whispered down... Rob? He looked up... my heart
was thumping... I dropped the keys to him and waited. I
heard him coming up the stairs and opened the door to let
him in.
He was very formal and pecked me on the cheek... at that
stage I felt a little embarrassed... suddenly the reality
was a different matter. He nodded to me... and told me that
I looked very nice... better than my Britney look... more
natural. That pleased me. I said he was later than he'd
said... but he shrugged and we went to the kitchen, and I
got him a beer.
Three beers later, we'd found out a lot more about each
other... filled in the gaps... and I was beginning to think
he possibly DIDN'T fancy me... I went to make coffee... and
felt him behind me... he was running his hand up and down
my back... I purred a little... put the coffee mug down and
turned... we kissed. Deeply and our hands began to
explore... his around my ass... mine over his shoulders and
back... He took my hands and led me back to his chair...
and sitting in it... he gestured to me to kneel. I did...
and undid his fly... his cock popped out and I looked up at
him nervously...
"Like before." he said.
I lowered my head to his cock, and took him into my mouth.
Salty... full... it felt so good, and I could feel myself
stiffening inside my panties... Rob was moaning as I sucked
and licked... and I pressed my hand to my groin... as he
groaned again... I felt a wave... and I came. Damn!!!
Noooooooo!! I flexed... my back arching... and
instinctively pulled away.
He asked what was wrong, and I started to tell him... but
he'd guessed. I felt awful... like I'd cheated. He smiled
and said it was okay... then he took out a pack of condoms,
and said he'd stopped off at the garage...
Like before... I wasn't sure... I said for him to go into
the bedroom while I changed my panties.
In the bathroom, I did my makeup again, and checked my wig,
which had moved when he was holding my head and fucking my
face. I swapped my panties for a similar pair, and made my
way back to the bedroom in bra, panties, stockings and
heels... with a black silk short robe over the top.
Robert was lying on the bed... in just his boxers. I sat
beside him... and we chatted some more... he suggested we
try and see how I felt. I nodded... and he slipped my robe
off, and lay me back... he kissed me... and as I tried to
stroke him said no... and just lay back. He continued to
kiss me all over my tummy... my breasts... my neck... I was
moaning, and could almost feel a stirring again. Robert
turned me onto my tummy, and carried on kissing me all down
my back. Then he lifted me a little and slid my panties
down. I was really worried... I felt the bed shift and knew
he was taking down his boxers... then there was a pause...
and a coldness on my anus... lube... I was panting...
unsure... Robert cooing in my ear.
He slipped a finger softly into me... I'd done that
myself... his felt bigger. He carried on finger fucking me,
and as I reached back I felt he was already getting himself
hard... He slipped a second finger into me... and that
hurt. We slowed down... eventually it felt easier... by now
I wanted to feel him in me... I whispered you... I want
you... He stopped and put a condom on... then I felt a
thrust at my entrance... ouch! He started to slide in and
it felt agony!!
After a couple of minutes we stopped... I was just too
unrelaxed... Rob rolled onto his back. I felt awful... I
cuddled into him and started to play with his cock... he
responded and again fingered my ass... twenty minutes or so
passed. We'd alternately cuddle... stop... chat... kiss...
finger... and then he rolled me onto my tummy... started
in... I tensed... started to say wait... and OUCH!! He just
thrust deep. I have been in pain before... never like
this... I was struggling underneath, and Rob was blowing in
my ear... saying lie still... just lie still... relax...
Eventually I did... the pain eased a little... Rob raised
himself on his knees... took the weight off, and applied
more lube.
Then he started to fuck me... It hurt. It got easier... but
it hurt. I could feel him getting close... and wanted it
finished... I was moaning... Yes baby... yes baby... fuck
me... oh yes... Anything I could think of to get him off...
everything I'd seen in my trannie films... I pushed back
into him... and although it hurt I had a silly sense of
pride that I was "pleasuring" a man... Then he stiffened,
and I felt him swell, and he thrust deep and lay still,
moaning. I lay beneath him... my ass sore... my man inside
me. I'd been fucked! Rob left at around 4:45am... I
brazenly took him downstairs, wrapped in my robe...
shivering on the doorstep. Even kissed him as I closed the
door... Slowly walked back up the stairs.
This is all new to me... and I'm still confused... but it's
a part of me that's been let out. I can't seem to stop it.
Any comments... please email me at:
[email protected]
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