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The Corruption of Cindy
By Geena Cumsalot
Chapter One: Beginnings
I had been living as a woman full-time for almost two years when I met
Cindy. We were both working for a major insurance company. She had been
a secretary there ever since graduating high school and I was an IT
support person. Our friendship began when I rescued her PC from a
particularly nasty virus. She hadn't backed up in a while and a lot of
documents were at risk if I couldn't affect a cure. After persevering
for two days, I won the battle.
We were naturally attracted to each other. She appreciated my humor and
I liked her earthy practicality. Our friendship blossomed from that day
on. We'd do lunch twice a week on average. I was 10 years her junior but
that didn't seem to matter. I know now that our easy friendship flowed
from a deeper source.
I had been cross dressing for as long as I could remember and was able
to pass with ease aided by feminine features, narrow shoulders and a
thin petite 5'6" stature. With the help of hormones, my breasts and
buttocks had filled out nicely. My breasts were small of course, no more
than an A cup, but I much preferred a natural figure and had no plan to
get implants. I think I have a genetic tendency towards large hips, so
the hormones I had been taking for years provided me with ample but not
excessive curves. Cindy was shorter by about two inches and had a
tendency to become slightly plump but I noticed that she never let it
get too out of control. She'd gain a few pounds and then methodically
slim down again. Cindy would never be a skinny Minnie but then some
girls can carry a few extra pounds better than others and she was
definitely one of those. Her face was cute, a shapely oval with a
wonderful smile. Seemingly shy until spoken to, she would quickly warm
to a conversation. Nevertheless, I felt Cindy was basically a private
person, careful about what she said and circumspect when revealing
herself.
When we spoke about guys, I told her about the men in my life without
revealing my transgender status. She was a devoted wife and mother so I
always talked about my more serious relationships and never about my
slutty weekends (and many weeknights for that matter). Of course there
were a few times when I slipped up and told her about a particularly
exciting romp. She would warn me to be careful, like an older sister
playing junior mom, but I don't think she held it against me; after all,
I was a young, single girl and having a good time was my prerogative. If
she only knew how often I really vamped and tramped, I'm sure her good
opinion of me would suffer.
For the most part, I considered myself to be a morally upright, straight
transgender woman, but that was primarily so I could handle my day job.
The deeper reality was that I was a t-girl slut, a sexual omnivore who
slept with guys, other t-girls and women. Did this make me a trisexual?
In any event I was a transsexual nymphomaniac. That was the part of me
that was out of control or could get out of control very easily so I
consistently made an effort to rein myself in.
Cindy was Irish, a lapsed Catholic. I'm a bit of a mongrel, English and
French mostly, with a little German and Italian thrown in and not at all
religious. When I used to go to church the women in their Sunday best
were a constant distraction. I knew they wanted to look nice for the
Lord but it was just too much feminine beauty and finery for me; all I
could seem to think about was sex. Thinking about the women led me to
thinking about the men and I'd be in a regular tizzy before the service
was over. Usually, I'd have to go home and masturbate. Of course, I was
in my teens at the time!
In any event, Cindy was one of my best friends, so when she tragically
lost her husband in a car accident, I was there for her. With two young
children, a six-year-old boy and four-year-old girl, she needed all the
help she could get. Cindy worked part-time for almost a year but had to
go back full-time to make ends meet. At that point, I began to spend
even more time helping Cindy with the kids. It wasn't long before I felt
like a co-mom: chauffeuring, cleaning, cooking, pick-ups, drop-offs,
scheduling, hosting parties, attending parties. It's amazing what modern
kids require in the way of a support structure.
It takes a long time to recover from such a loss. Almost a year had gone
by when an old boyfriend who had been married but was now divorced
started coming around. He was a nice guy, very ambitious. I was hoping
they would click but after a few dates Cindy stopped seeing him. Cindy
said he was more interested in career than family and with Cindy, family
always came first. At this point in her life, she wasn't about to go bar
hopping to find a man. She was too devoted a mother, and apparently, at
this point, so was I.
Friday night used to find me out on the town. I hadn't given it up
completely, but it wasn't like it used to be. I had been a dedicated
slut, partying with my t-girl friends and the men who loved us. Their
love was superficial, physical and short-lived, but I loved the scene
and truth be told, I really missed it. When men were in short supply we
took our pleasure and comfort in each other's company, sucking and
fucking the night away.
In any event, it was Friday night and I was exhausted from helping Cindy
all week. I had just retrieved Jason, who was now seven, from a birthday
party. Carly, Jason's sister, was still at a friend's house. I was
hoping Cindy could make that trip!
"Jason, it's bedtime!" I called out. "Change into your jammies and brush
teeth." I turned towards Cindy, "Can you get Carly or would you like me
to?"
"I'll do it. You put Jason to bed. I'll be back in a half hour."
Cindy and I worked well together. This really wasn't my thing but I had
been helping Cindy for so long that it had become my thing. "I was
finally a mother!" I laughed to myself. "Gee, I wish I were single
again!" Still, Cindy and I were close and helping her like this was
definitely the right thing to do.
I had just finished Jason's story and turned off the light when Cindy
returned with Carly. Quickly, I put my finger to my lips to shush Carly.
She was a spirited child, full of energy and life. I'd give a week's pay
for a tenth of her energy.
I was done for the evening! Cindy put Carly to bed while I collapsed in
a chair. I was still in work clothes, a very expensive taupe skirt and
matching jacket. I favored expensive clothes for work. I figured the
more successful you look the more successful you can become. After a
long hard day, the skirt and jacket felt tight and restrictive. In
contrast, the simple, white silk blouse I wore felt good against my
skin. My girly cock was tucked neatly between my legs, held in place by
a gold satin thong and suntan pantyhose. My small breasts were
comfortably held by a matching gold bra. More often than not, I
purchased lingerie as a set. I particularly liked this gold tone, very
mellow and subdued. I'm definitely a femme; I adore nylon stockings,
silk and satin, fine or trashy lingerie, lace, ultra high heels, sexy
dresses, perfumes and makeup -- you get the idea; if you're reading this
you probably know!
I slipped my black pumps back on (sensible two inch heels for work) and
went to the kitchen for a glass of wine. I poured one for Cindy also,
leaving it on the counter and returned to the living room. Settling back
into the overstuffed chair, I drank my wine and dozed, the domestic
sounds of Cindy getting Carly ready for bed playing in the background.
It must have been Cindy cleaning the kitchen that woke me up; otherwise
I would have slept there all night. I was really groggy from exhaustion
and that little bit of wine.
Cindy noticed I had stirred, "Oh, Geena, you look pretty tired."
I made an effort to get up but changed my mind, deciding to wake up a
bit more first.
Cindy came over and looked me up and down. "I don't think you should be
driving. Just stay here tonight."
I mumbled something about not having anything to sleep in.
"Well, I'm sure I can find something for you."
I mumbled something else, like "OK, I'll just sleep out here on the
sofa."
"Oh, don't be silly! That sofa is too uncomfortable to get a good
night's sleep. I have a king size bed in my room; it's more than big
enough for the both of us." Cindy left for a moment and came back with a
couple of nightgowns.
I began to worry. I didn't want Cindy to discover my birth gender in the
middle of the night when she rolled over. I would never surprise anyone
like that, least of all a close friend. My policy was never to tell
anyone unless sexual intimacy was becoming a possibility. By rights,
Cindy, being such a close friend, should have been privy to this
information; it's just that I always considered myself a woman, period,
and consequently, I never felt like I was deceiving anyone or
misrepresenting myself. I grabbed the burgundy knee length gown from
Cindy's outstretched hand and made my way to the bathroom.
"I placed a new toothbrush by the sink for you," I heard her say.
In the bathroom, I pondered what I should do. Do I tell Cindy and leave?
Do I tell her and ask if I can stay? It was late and I was tired. It was
a good forty-five minute drive home; I really didn't want to go. I felt
badly that what I had to say would shock Cindy and forever change our
relationship. It wasn't fair! Maybe I should just chance it and not say
anything? No! I had to tell her. Finally, I decided to get changed, tell
her, and offer to sleep on the sofa. Carefully, I hung up my skirt and
jacket and draped my bra over a towel rack. Hesitating for a moment, I
decided to continue wearing my pantyhose and thong. I wanted something
to keep the source of this problem under control. After slipping on the
gown, I took a deep breath to calm myself and then marched quietly into
the bedroom.
Cindy had already gotten under the covers. It was a huge bed! It looked
so empty and lonely with only her small form occupying one side. Maybe I
could postpone telling her after all! I sat down on my side of the bed.
No! It would be better to just tell her now.
"Cindy", I said quietly. She turned to look at me. "There's something
I've got to tell you."
"Can't it wait? I'm ready to doze off. Tell me in the morning."
"No, there's something you need to know. Something you need to know
about me!" I paused before continuing, "I don't want to shock or hurt
you or anything, but you need to know that... I'm a... transsexual."
Cindy looked at me quizzically. "Right!" she said almost laughing. "Now
come to bed."
She didn't believe me! "Cindy!" I said emphatically. "It's true! Please
forgive me for not telling you but..." I struggled for a comforting lie,
couldn't think of any and told the truth, "I've always thought of myself
as a woman."
"Really? You look like a woman. You act like a woman. You walk and talk
like a woman. What am I missing here?" We looked at each other for a
minute and began to smirk simultaneously. "Wait! On second thought,
don't enlighten me!"
Still, I wasn't sure Cindy was really getting it, but it was late and we
were tired. "Look", I pleaded, "I'll sleep on the sofa."
"I can't believe I've known you all this time and..." she didn't
continue. "Just come to bed! I'm tired; we'll sort this out in the
morning."
Self-satisfied with my confession and invited by Cindy, I pushed the
covers aside. After discreetly pulling off my hose and thong, I tucked
the focus of all this fuss between my legs and slipped into bed next to
her. The bed truly was huge so we weren't even touching. I straightened
out my nightgown and settled my head into a plush pillow, expecting
restful sleep to follow shortly. I looked over at Cindy and then rolled
onto my side so that now we were back to back. As tired as I was, sleep
wasn't coming.
I thought Cindy was drifting off but then she abruptly repositioned
herself, closer, our derrieres now touching slightly. The contact was
comforting. Not so innocently, I turned over and spooned her. I tried to
be nonchalant but failed miserably. The warmth and closeness were
intoxicating and I was filled with lust. Wrapping my free arm around
her, I snuggled closer. My girly cock was awake, safely imprisoned for
now, but straining against the back of my legs.
I prayed that Cindy would not be put off and my prayers were soon
answered when she nuzzled her sweet bottom into my crotch. I waited and
then kissed the back of her neck ever so softly, and then again, more
noticeably this time. Without an objection, I began kissing her neck
more fervently. She stretched and turned her face towards me. I trailed
moist kisses up her neck to her lips. Our lips touched softly and then
she opened her mouth to my invading tongue. We kissed long and
passionately like lovers, tongues touching and probing. Hungrily she
began sucking my tongue as if it were a little penis. My hands roamed
her body, caressing and squeezing her soft flesh.
My legs were still locked together, resisting the importunate stirrings
of my giant clitty. I wasn't sure what all was going on with Cindy. I
wasn't sure that even Cindy knew what was going on with Cindy right now,
but
I did know what was going on with me. I wasn't about to miss out on an
opportunity. It's not like I never thought about her like this; it's
just that she had been through so much lately. Her plate was full enough
just being there for the kids. She didn't need me to complicate her
life, but this was different. She was obviously in need of adult
physical intimacy; it had been a long time! As for me, I was an
inveterate slut, unable to control myself.
Kneeling, I was able to extend my free hand to just below her knee.
Continuing our kisses, I caressed her legs from below the knee to mid
thigh, over and under her silky nightgown. I began to slowly work my way
higher, gradually approaching the sensitive area of her inner thighs. I
rested my hand gently against her slightly raised leg. For an instant we
stopped kissing. Sensing a moment of truth, I wondered, "Would she go
through with this?" I gazed upon her flushed face. I was hoping she
would see the love I felt for her in my eyes and smile but her eyes were
tightly shut. With one hand behind my neck and one hand behind my head
she pulled me down for another kiss. The slightly raised leg relaxed and
fell to the side. She was wide open, inviting me on.
I let my hand rest lightly on her pussy for a minute. I really wanted to
bury my face there but not being sure what Cindy wanted I held back. Was
she having a lesbian affair or did she want my girlcock slamming into
her? Although I wanted to lap at her labia and kiss her clit, the stiff
rod trapped between my legs would not be denied much longer. Slowly, I
began massaging her cunt, not wanting to rudely poke at her if she were
dry and unaroused. Her kisses became more intense, like a teenager
discovering sex for the first time. Gently and carefully, I spread her
cuntlips. Feminine secretions moistened my figures. I sent my index
finger inside her vagina and softly massaged the warm inner wall. A
second finger soon followed. Cindy gave a slight gasp. I switched my
lips to her neck and worked my way up to her sensitive earlobe, kissing
and licking. Once again, she pulled my face down and thrust her tongue
wildly into my mouth.
My girly cock was rigid and dripping precum. With quick yet graceful
moves I positioned myself between her legs, spreading them wide. My
engorged girlcock quickly replaced my busy fingers and Cindy gasped
audibly as I filled her up. Swooning from the intensity of the
sensations, I rested above her on my forearms. Upon regaining my
equilibrium, I tightened our embrace and buried my clittyshaft deep in
her pussy. Once again her mouth found mine and we kissed with abandon. I
pulled my clitdick out just a little bit and slammed it home again
several times. Each time I think it grew a bit bigger till it felt like
bursting.
"Oooh! Yes. Unghh!" Cindy moaned.
I just held her tightly for what seemed like minutes, trying to avoid
what could potentially be a very short lovemaking session. Cindy
demanded more than just being held and I knew it; her desire was
palpable. I began to thrust my clitrod in and out, pulling almost out
before plunging in again. Cindy was begging, "Oh yes! Yes! Harder!
Ooooh! Yes."
Having regained some self-control, I had every intention of complying.
The large bed rocked as I repeatedly slammed my girlcock home. I began
to pump with abandon while manually stimulating her clitoris.
Overwhelmed by the sensation, she orgasmed violently, biting my shoulder
to suppress her screams. I held her close, my large clit still inside.
Slowly I started up again, easily sliding in and out due to an
incredible amount of wetness. When she began to thrust her hips forward
to meet my plunges, I quickened the pace. Wanting to be sure that Cindy
was completely satisfied, I had intentionally delayed my own cumming,
but there were limits, and I was quickly reaching mine. We ground our
pelvises together as I fucked her and she soon came again. Although not
a fan of coitus interruptus, I didn't want Cindy to get pregnant and the
Trojan Natural Lambs I usually carry were hidden away in my pocketbook,
so....
It had been a while for me too: cum gushed from my girlcock and pooled
on Cindy's belly. I lapped up what I could before embracing her. She
startled a little when I cumkissed her but quickly recovered. Eagerly,
she sucked my cum covered tongue into her mouth. With swirling tongues
we savored the delicate taste and scent of my semen.
I was too exhausted to talk, but had I not been, I don't know what I
would have said anyway. This was so unexpected for both of us. In many
ways I thought this would be a lot easier for me to figure out than for
Cindy. I couldn't begin to guess where she would want to go with this.
Personally, I was pleased with this new development, but how would Cindy
feel about it in the morning? I hoped at least we could continue our
friendship but sex can change everything. I kissed her cheek lovingly.
It wasn't long before we fell asleep in each other's arms.
To be continued....
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