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November 22nd, 10:01 AM The air conditioner wasn't running and the room felt very still. It was too quiet, like an empty church, and my ears were ringing. Was I alone? I remember hearing James milling about the room getting dressed earlier, but we didn't speak. I was exhausted earlier and now it struck me just how awkward I felt. I remember half-watching him, but I guess those feelings weren't enough to get me battling with myself all over again because it took nothing for me to slip right back to sleep. I rolled over lazily tried to focus on the clock. Augh... Of course now that I was awake and had time to think about James, it hit me why I felt so awkward. This was the first time I had spent the entire night with a man. It was more really, of course it had to be, nothing with me was that simple. OK, here we go, the battles were beginning! I tucked the pillow a bit more under my head and wondered if he even said 'Goodbye'? Why would he? Augh!!! God, why do I over think this stuff? I thought about calling out for him, but decided there was no way I was going to sound feminine with a bone dry throat. Damn was it ever quiet in here; no way was he still here. Why is that an issue? OK, enough of this and I swallowed hard, feeling the sandpaper like texture of my tongue trying it's best to do its job against the roof of my mouth. That was nasty! Mmmm, morning breath, morning hair, morning ugly! No wonder he wasn't here, I scared the crap out of him by the way I must look. What do they call that, coyote ugly? Does it matter? I needed to get moving, hell do something to shut my mind up for a few minutes. I pulled the covers to the side and sat on the edge of the bed for a moment and wondered when check out time was? Was James going to take care of the room? His suit case was still on the sofa, so maybe he was just out to get breakfast? Should I just get dressed and wait for him? OK, I'm over thinking again and I'm not really thinking about what my role here really was...is... Augh! Don't go there! I got up to quickly and the room faded a bit, but I forced myself to take a few steps toward the bathroom. OK, better now I blinked. I shook my head and sighed out loud, it was going to be a long day at this rate. I looked in the mirror and wondered if I was a candidate for a mental ward? Wait; was this normal, fighting and struggling against the very fiber of who I wanted to be? Too deep... slow it down some Rach, just get in the damn shower! November 22nd, 11:08 AM It took me just over an hour to get myself to the point I thought I could be seen in public safely. Of course with only the bare minimum of makeup to work with I had to convince myself I only needed to look good enough to make it through the lobby and then to the garage without drawing anyone's attention. OK, like I really could convince myself that that's ALL I needed to do. I just hoped James didn't suddenly come back and catch me looking like this. I was no where near the illusion he had wined and dined last night. That prep took hours and here I was... forget it, I'm not going to go there! What I really should have done was pack a bag or at least brought more 'illusion' tools with me! That thought got a slightly raised brow as I examined my eyeliner. OK, so hindsight, so much clearer than... what I was seeing in the mirror. I couldn't do any better I figured, so damn the mirror. I did one last check in the mirror, which was really a repeat of the ten or so times I'd done those other 'one last checks'. Why didn't Lisa suggest I pack a bag? Then I went right back to the root question - Why did I feel like I knew nothing about what I was doing here or whom I was supposed to do what ever I was supposed to be doing what ever with? Wait, I wasn't even making sense. I gotta stop this! My nerves were about fried already and going back over crap like this wasn't going to help me get from here and to the condo. Focus. The problem is being Rachel is just new for me, that's all it is. New experiences, new life, I just need to go with the flow. Deal with it, deal with what I can and make the rest up to suit me as I go... This is what I wanted right? That thought came off as a question rather than any sort of conviction. I thought about that a second and decided I wished I could just shut my mind off for a few hours. Or at least until I could get back to the condo. Baby steps, details I'd deal with later. Seriously, if there were a billion steps to becoming the woman I was meant to be I would be teetering on step two, maybe. Baby steps... November 22nd, 11:23 AM In the hallway, the door an inch away from being closed, I wondered again if it was a corny thing to do, leaving a note. But then it just seemed odd to not be here when James got back from where ever he was. No, it would be awkward and I let the door shut. I was committed to leaving now I thought. Oh brother, such a flair for the dramatic! Does everything I do have to be a production I wondered rolling my eyes toward the heavens. I stared at the door a long moment. I had left the key card for the room next to the note, so I couldn't go back and rip the note up even if I thought it wasn't a good idea. Should I have left it? James hadn't left me a note or anything, should I just walk away from this? What is 'this' anyway? Stop it! What is my fucking problem this morning? Just get out of here, get home, quit over thinking every damn move you make! I turned quickly and walked with determination down the hall to the elevators. I didn't want to deal with a repeat performance of arguing the emotional connection issues I felt last night with James all over again this morning. Leave that baggage here and just get out of here. I was having enough little mind game battles with myself this morning to last a lifetime. Going back to fight those battles that kept me up last night would be a mistake. Get a grip! Just leave, leave it alone, go home! Stupid, stupid, stupid. I shook my head as I pressed the down arrow for the elevators. The elevators seemed much speedier today than at anytime last night. The elevator was empty, that was a good omen right? "God, please just get me to the car quickly", I sighed softly as the elevator doors closed. Inside the quiet elevator I began preparing myself for the lobby. It was as if I needed a shield or something to protect myself when the doors opened. I can't wait until the day I have the confidence to be me. November 22nd, 11:27 AM The ride to the lobby was quick and it appeared everyone was still in bed or at a card table some where. The lobby was only a third as crowded as it was last night. Ah, another positive I could build on, that's two so far, the elevator and now the lobby. I just needed to get in the damn car and get home. No one paid any attention to me as I walked through the lobby, then again why would they? Wait a second, I could think of a thousand reasons and I looked left and right as if looking for someone who was staring at me. No one seemed to be paying any attention to me. I was the only one in line for the garage elevator and when I pressed the down button it opened. It was empty and I quickly stepped into it, pushed the number "2" button. Moments later the doors were opening and I walked very controlled, but like I was on a mission, to where James had parked the car. When I closed the door of the Porsche and heard the engine roar to life I actually felt like I could breath. Whew! Alright, ten minutes and I'll be home. I was just another face blurring by other in the lobby, I'll be the same on the street. I'll be home free in ten minutes I thought, just hang on to that. November 22nd, 11:58 AM When the condo's front door shut I could feel every ounce of doom and gloom I'd felt earlier completely disappear. I leaned against the door for a second as if I were holding back the world, which often times over the last 24 hours I had felt just that way. I blew my bangs up in a quick puff from the side of my mouth and tossed my clutch over to the couch. I looked at my keys and tossed them after the clutch. OK, now I feel better. Breast forms! I need to ditch these damn breast forms! My back really wasn't bothering me like last night, err correction that would be earlier this morning, Thank God. The shapewear, the one-piece body shaping lingerie on steroids, I was wearing was crushing the breast forms into my swollen nipples so it was really time to ditch what I was wearing for a t-shirt. I slipped my suit jacket off and laid it over the couch as I walked by. Off to the bedroom I headed. On the way I unbuttoned my blouse and got it off my shoulders by the time I sat on the bed. Two quick kicks and gone were the stylish, yet comfortable, black pumps I was wearing. Slowly I pulled each of the straps of the shaperwear off my shoulders and wiggled my arms out. OK, slowly now I reminded myself, bend forward while pulling the stretchy cup material away from the breast forms... They both plopped lazily off my thighs and then to the floor in front of me. Oh yes! That feels so good! I pulled the torturous body shaper down to my waist. The nagging pincushion like pain I was feeling in my chest almost instantly faded away. I laid back on the bed basking in the glow of relief I now felt. The coolness of the sheets felt especially good against my skin and the room had just enough nip in it to bristle my arms with goosebumps. I stared at my reflection in the mirrors on the ceiling and slowly moved a hand to my left breast. I traced the outline the breast forms had left and realized that the redness around my breasts wasn't because of the hormones or the injected hormones I had received, but was due to the breast forms crushing my budding breasts. Duh! My mind began racing and I decided that I was taking the day off. No wearing the breast forms today! I had no plans of going out today, so throw a t-shirt on and just veg here until I hear from Brad. I cupped my hand under my left breast and pushed it up slightly. When I wasn't assaulted for disturbing it, I slowly ran my right index finger around the puffy nipple. This was so amazing! I actually was going to have breasts! In my wildest dreams I never thought I would be where I was right this second. I slowly caressed my puffy nipple and shuddered. It felt strange, an odd mix of pleasure and indescribable sensations I had never before felt. Then again how could I have? A slight grin came over my face. It felt weird touching myself like this, but good. Is that crazy I asked my reflection. My mind began to get lost in the visual I was getting from the mirrors while caressing myself. It was very erotic - my near female form naked from the waist up, budding breast, the body shapers glistening material, my painted nails, one hand holding my breast, the other tracing the quarter sized nipples soft brown skin... It was amazing what I was feeling, yet it should have stirred up another sensation, one below my waist. Yet it wasn't. That wasn't right. Which came first I wondered, the look of concern I had in the mirrors or my mind deciding I should be concerned? I lowered my hands to my waist and undid the belt of the Brodeur slacks, then the button at the waist, and pulled the zipper down. I arched my back enough to get the slacks down over my ass and kicked my legs a few times to finally get them to fall to the floor. No need to worry about them being wrinkled any more than they already were. I stared at the hose that covered my legs and shimmied them down toward my feet, kicking wildly with my left foot to finally get them all the way off. So much for being able to wear that pair of hose again I thought. I was sure I had put a run in them. I knew I needed to shave my legs, the stubble evident even in this light - Augh! I could see the lines of the gaffe showing through the fabric of the body shaper, but even in my current state of undress I was feeling nothing from my little boy's clit. Now I was sure something wasn't right. Before becoming Rachel full time and meeting Dr. Hanson and getting those damn hormone shots all I would have to do was to think about wearing a pair of silky panties and my clit would swell, begging for attention, for relief. Now, there was nothing and just the reflection of myself in the mirrors above me should have been enough to bring about a climax. Something had to be wrong. I mean last night James had, well he had brought me to the most incredible orgasm I had ever had but... OK, I was, I was in his mouth and he, he swallowed... An evil grin began at the corner of my mouth. OK, off topic - what the hell is going on right now? I slid my hand between my legs and undid the snap crotch of the shapewear and then released both of the clasps of the gaffe that held my clit and its two friends back for that feminine look. It took a moment, but I fished my clit loose from the gaffe and rolled it between my fingers like I had so many times in the past. I could barely feel anything, no sensations at all. An empty pang kicked at my stomach. Alright, what the hell is going on? I sat up and pulled the shapewear down along with the gaffe, then examined what little of my boy's clit there was between my legs. I had never been very big and in fact it, this little out-growth if you will, had always been a source of ridicule and torment the better part of my youth. If some asshole in high school gym class wasn't commenting about it being so small, well I could always count on my own belittling later at home in my room. Yet even in those moments I knew I was in the wrong body and my inside wasn't matching up with the obvious outside physical appearance I was cursed with. But now something wasn't right. From what I could see, even with my probing and squeezing - nothing seemed to be out of place or in pain. It just seemed funny that I was not fully engorged right now. It's not like it had shrunk any, it just seemed numb and uninterested. Maybe I had been wearing the gaffe to tight or for to long? That was a possibility. Had James worked me over so much last night that... and I smiled remembering just how damn exciting that moment was for me again. How he teased me, how he was so forceful and knew what would please me. Wait! The hormones? The thought of calling Dr. Hanson came quickly to the top of my list of answers to this problem. I mean even outside of this issue I did have other questions. I don't remember him telling me anything about having mood swings or being overly emotional, but it certainly was something that I was experiencing. No, internal mind games were something I have always suffered from, I doubt the hormones were making them any worse. OK, enough of this. Call him, it will set things straight right? I picked up the phone from the night stand and sat listening to the dial tone for a second. I didn't know Dr. Hanson's phone number, but I had his business card in my clutch. I'm not sure why I felt I had to keep his number with me at all times, but it did relieve some anxiety knowing from a medical standpoint he was available and knew what my situation was. God help me if I had to be taken to a hospital for some weird reaction to the hormones or something else. Wait, why was I calling him in the first place? The hormones - something isn't right with all my working parts. Relax, this is nothing to get worked up about. I rolled my eyes and chuckled a bit about that one; like I ever could just relax and if I wasn't freaking out about something then I knew I was in real serious trouble! November 22nd, 12:19 PM When I called Dr. Hanson's number I got his answering machine and a blurb about how they were at lunch between the hours of 11:30 AM and 1:00 PM. Must be nice I thought and when the tone beeped in my ear I wasn't fully ready to speak. "Ah, Dr. Hanson, this is Rachel Moore and I was, ah could you please call me?" and I left the number to the condo. I felt kind of foolish, check that, I sounded kind of foolish speaking in such a controlled and steady feminine tone that I wished I hadn't left a message at all. Crap, and I sounded like such an idiot. To late now... Time for that shower, I couldn't wait to shave my legs and brush my teeth! Oh, brush my teeth! God, why can't all my wants be so freak'n simple? Then I started to think about the call again... November 22nd, 1:38 PM I pretty much used every ounce of hot water in the condo during my shower, but it was worth it. I felt refreshed, but a little hollow for some reason. Hormonal mood swing? It was what I was going to blame everything on from now on, at least until Dr. Hanson told me differently. I had kept the phone in the bathroom in case he called, he hadn't. Whatever. I gave up trying to keep the towel wrapped around my body while drying my hair and opted for one Brad's t-shirts from the clothes hamper. It dwarfed me and those familiar 'Brad' smells surrounded me. It was really a very comforting smell and feeling. I stepped back from the sink to model it and decided it looked damn cute. I can feel that right? It looks cute - I look cute. I just had trouble associating my face with the rest of me or something like that. Wait, no more battles! It was much easier doing my hair and makeup with the host of cosmetics Lisa had set me up with. What a joke only having a small compact and lipstick as my only allies earlier this morning. I certainly felt better about what I had just created with all these makeup and hair products. No comparison! I can do this! This is me I'm lookng at... I should look like this all the time! Yeah, that's the spirit! Wow, no doubts? No snide come backs. Then again what would I have to complain about? I liked what I had done with my makeup and my hair looked almost as good as when Lisa had done it for me the first time with the new cut and color. I'm on a roll here! It was time to baby my skin and I put my brush on the counter. I'd spend the next five minutes working lotion into my legs and arms. This was my favorite 'ritual' if you will. I loved the way my legs glistened before me as I pointed my toes. I felt beautiful, yes, beautiful. Another wow? Cute, beautiful? It almost seemed like these were more than skin deep feelings. Funny how something as simple as a shower could totally change the shape of one's day. Now all I needed was some footsie socks and a pair of panties. Then pop some microwave popcorn, find a blanket, and a spot to veg out on the couch. I needed a break today - no work, no performing, no more arguing with myself. Amen sister! I'll take this respite... I opened the bathroom door and made my way to the dresser. A bump against the front door caused me to turn my head quickly toward the bedroom door. Of course it caused one of those neck freeze-popping-spike sensations and I tried not to move for fear it would cause more pain in my neck. Damn that hurts I thought, trying to massage my neck back into some assemblance of normality. I held my breath hopping someone had just brushed the door as they passed in the hallway. No luck, the dead bolt rattled and then the sound of a key being slid into the lock on the doors handle echoed through the condo. I grabbed at my neck and tried to peer down the hallway, but I couldn't see the door. Did it matter? In a matter of seconds whomever it was, was about to be on this side of the damn front door! Crap! I grabbed the bedroom door and closed it slowly and as quietly as I could. I raced to the bed and picked up my clothes from the floor, not thinking how putting these wrinkled clothes back on was going to suck. Too late, I heard the condo's door open and then shut. Keys rattled and clanked on the kitchen counter. I was out of time and scooted into the bathroom, arms loaded with clothes. I locked the door behind me as my mind raced. Funny thing was I wasn't as panicked about whether it was the FBI or some other law enforcement agency at the door, why? Doubt the police would have a key to... I heard the bedroom door handle click. I held my breath and dropped all the clothes on the sink top. I looked at my reflection in mirror. I looked a lot less brave than the image. It's Brad, right? No need to go off the deep end. I could feel the confidence in how I looked just moments before begin to slip away. Wait, I look fine, just get some clothes on. I paused to think that one out a little further. There was no way I would be fully dressed before... "Rachel?" I heard a voice call out. I breathed a little easier, it was Brad. Duh! OK, get some clothes on! I grabbed for the blouse and held it up before me. It looked like shit all wrinkled. Damn! I dropped it back on the sink, nothing I could do about it. I moved the other things around looking for the breast forms. I found one... No! "Rach? You decent?" Damn! I didn't have both of the breast forms! I hung my head just as two tiny knocks on the door startled me back to being trapped in the bathroom! Augh! "Rach?" I checked again... only one breast form! The handle jiggled and I froze. "Brad?" I called back and then felt stupid. Yeah, like there would be any other man in this condo I should be expecting. Shit! "Yeah? You expecting someone else?" he replied. 'Smart ass!' I wanted to quip back at him. "I'll be right out..." my voice trailed, it was the first time I'd spoken a complete sentence to a live person all day and it sounded strange. I scooped up my clothes and threw them into the hamper. I had to just wear what I was wearing; I didn't have any other choice. For a moment I considered putting the body shaper on and padding the cups with toilet paper or a rolled up sock... No, there just wasn't enough time and it would look stupid. Damn it! The door handle jiggled breifly, "You OK in there?" he said with a slight hint of concern in his voice. "Yes silly, I'm going to the bathroom, do you mind?" and I tried to make that sound as playful as I could, considering I felt like I was about to lose it at any moment. "OK, just checking. I've got some great news. I'm going to get a beer, you want one?" "No..." and that felt like to short of an answer, "Can you start some toast for me?" and I wondered if he had even heard me as I was speaking to the mirror and not really as focused as I thought I should be. I stared into the mirror and adjusted my hair as if moving while on auto pilot. I stepped back to see what image I would be presenting and shuddered. Oh this is grand Rachel, just grand! Two minutes ago you were all Miss Confident and now you are the Hunchback of Notre Dame! Let's hope his 'good news' will over shadow what I look like. I looked at the t-shirt with a critical eye one last time. It hit my thighs about in the middle and everything that was visible looked fairly feminine, except for my chest. Then I noticed my nipples were playing peek-a-boo games with the t-shirt as I moved. No! This can't be happening! I hadn't noticed this earlier when I was modeling in the mirror. No! Oh, this isn't happening! New plan. I need a new plan! OK, Brad's in the kitchen and all I need to do is sneak back into the bedroom and get the other breast form, grab a bra, panties, and I'll be in business. My hand paused over the door handle. Why me? So much for a relaxing day without any pressure or performing! I opened the door slowly and peered into the room from behind the door. Brad was staring at the door with a smile on his face as if he'd won the lottery or something. Could this possibly get any worse? Why wasn't he making my toast or in the kitchen with his beer? God, are you testing me?! "Hey, nice t-shirt. I like it much better on you than on me." he said while pulling his collared shirt off and then taking a short sip of his beer. Welcome to awkward moment number 871, no tits - just nipples peeking through the t-shirt of a man with whom you are attracted too and you really aren't supposed to have breasts and... STOP! Oh yeah, this is par for the course - anything that can possibly get fucked up is bound to! Why me? My heart was racing as fast as my mind was trying to tear myself down. I smiled as best I could then started to close the door, but the look on his face made me stop. I disappeared for a moment and flushed the toilet, I had just said I was going to the bathroom didn't I? I opened the door all the way and thought about just jumping into bed, but I froze as Brad began to undo his belt, then his slacks, and then stared like some zombie as he wiggled out of them. I held my breath and stared at the blue bikini briefs he was wearing. They were... "You OK?" I looked away and heard the toaster pop in the kitchen. Thank you! I smiled back at him and just said "Mmmhhumm" as I walked toward the kitchen. I heard him opening up a drawer as I made my way down the hall and wondered if he was going to ditch that sexy underwear, I hoped not! I had a very big smile on my face as I entered the kitchen. Now if I could just slow my mind up and relax! November 22nd, 1:50 PM I chomped into the first piece of toast and it was gone in a matter of seconds. I should have eaten before taking my hormones at the Grand Cayman's this morning. Yeah, but that would have made my stay there longer than necessary, right? Wait, I'm not going there! I'm past that... Here and now, be here now. The toast really did seem to hit the spot. I pulled the refrigerator open and pulled out a container of orange juice. When I turned around Brad was staring at me from the other side of the counter. I tried not to look startled and went to the cupboard for a glass. "You want some?" I asked not looking back at him? "Yeah, but not OJ..." he replied. I shot him a look as if shocked by his comment and he back pedaled a little, "I'll just stick with beer for now, Thanks." he said with an all teeth smile. Nice save! He was wearing a Texas A & M t-shirt and I couldn't see what else he had on. If I got the chance I would be wearing that t-shirt around here you can bet on that! "So? How did it go with James?" he said before taking a pull from the beer bottle. I felt embarrassed all of a sudden and went back to the refrigerator to get some jelly for the other piece of toast I was holding. "Fine I guess. Did you talk to him?" I tried not to sound all that curious, but in truth it was killing me not knowing what James thought about last night. I turned around holding the jelly and saw that Brad was staring at me. "What?" I asked as if I had done something wrong, trying to inconspicuously cross my arms over my chest. "That shirt looks really good on you." he said with a definite shit eating grin on his face. "You have got to stop bending over in front of me like that though." he sort of just stop speaking as if there was more he was going to say but thought better of it. God damn it Brad! Like I wasn't feeling self-conscience enough you have to hit on me! I gave him a 'nice one' nod and turned back around. "You were going to tell me about James?" I said as I grabbed a butter knife to spread the jelly. This can't get any more uncomfortable I thought. "Yeah, I saw him just before I got here. He was a little disappointed you didn't wait around for him." he said as he pulled an envelope from his coat that was laying on the counter. He slid it over the counter toward me. "He wanted you to have this." At first I wasn't sure what was in the envelope, then I thought maybe it was payment for last night. That would be kind of tacky though wouldn't it? Maybe it was a note? I stared at the envelope a little longer than I had intended and slowly picked it up. Something inside moved and I carefully opened. Inside was a note, but also a key. I looked at Brad with a confused look, "Just read the note." he said smiling. It began simple enough: "Rachel: I got a little tied up this morning trying to get the title for my old Miata put in your name. My dad's Mazda office staff isn't what I remember and it took a little longer to get them to do this for me. Anyway, I wanted you to have this car and maybe when you drive it you'll think about me. You said you hated the Porsche, I hope you'll like my Miata better. I had a really good time last night and would like to see you again soon. Call me today; I'd like to know how you like the car. James" He included two numbers, one for the room at the Grand Cayman's and a cell phone number. I looked up after I finished, "He's giving me a car?" I felt stupid for how shocked I must have sounded. "Yeah, pretty cool huh? I drove it over here and it's pretty nice. Not as nice as the Porsche though." he said with mock disgust. "It's parked in the garage and is all yours." The look on my face said what I had read was not sinking in. Why was he giving me a car? Was this my payment for last night? I wonder what color it... "Nice perk eh?" Perk? "What? What do you mean perk?" I asked. "Perk, you know, something you get for nothing, just because. Jeez Rach, he gave you a car! You think you could be a bit more excited about that?" OK, so it was sinking in slowly and YES I was excited about the car! It's just I couldn't believe it. "I am excited. What color is it?" and I could tell I was beginning to get giddy. Can I just be that way so openly and damn my self doubts? A car! I want it to be white, to replace my old one... "Red, with brown leather. It's an automatic..." and I tuned Brad out as he rattled off the other features. James and I had talked about my Miata and how I kind of crashed it. He listened to how that turned into meeting Brad and how 'Rachel' came about. I had shared a lot about how it came that I was sitting on the other side of the table from him at dinner. I guess the drinks I'd had loosened my lips more than I could control? But he listened, he listened to how much that car meant to me and now I had a replacement. It wasn't white like my old one, but I was sure it... "Hello... you listening to any of this?" Brad said smiling over the counter at me. "Yes, I was just thinking about last night and wondering what I had said about my old Miata that he thought giving me a new one was a good idea. Is it new?" That seemed like a bitchy question considering I was getting the car for free, but since I hadn't really heard all Brad had said about the car I hoped it didn't come off wrong. "I think he said it was an '04. It's got less than 800 miles on it I know that for sure." he replied in an all male 'I know cars' kind of way. Now for the big question and if I could word it right, "So, how do I pay your cut out of the car for last night?" If the car was payment for being with James last night there was a portion of the car I owed Brad right? This was way to confusing. Why can't I process this? He stared at me a few seconds longer than was comfortable, as if he were trying to figure out what he was going to say. "The car is all yours Rach. He gave it to you above what he owed us for last night. I've already deposited what he gave me in your account, well minus my side of it." "Whoa..." was all I could say at about a whisper. I get paid for last night and I get a car on top of that! I was still in shock though. This is unreal! Why? Brad walked around the counter and into the kitchen. He smiled at me as if to affirm that I had gotten the point of the last few minutes. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out another beer. "So, that was the good news you mentioned early? He asked me to call him, should I? Is he going to want to see me again, like tonight?" I was talking way to fast and decided I'd slow it down some by just shutting up. Brad's smile got a little bigger and he slowly shook his head, "No, that wasn't the good news I was going to tell you. I take it you haven't seen the news today?" I shook my head 'No'. "Well," he started as he opened his second beer, "not that I was too worried about this or anything, but the problem I was having because of the shootings have all been cleared up. I can tell you it's a major relief!" No sooner did he finish his sentence than I had my arms around him. "That's great!" I squeezed him tight. That means there would be less chance some law enforcement people would be sniffing around Brad and in turn that made me less of a target. Not like anyone was after me, but I was sure someone or some legal entity was going to find out about me eventually and I would end up in jail. I still didn't feel right about the name change and drivers license stuff done via backdoors, but I had to trust Brad when he said it was all fine. "Yeah, that's what I thought." he said hugging me back and managing to set his bottle of beer down without spilling it. Brad's hand roamed lower to my hips and then back up to the small of my back. Then his other hand made it the edge of the t-shirt I was wearing and I felt his fingers glide across my ass. He shifted slightly and I could feel his hand squeeze my ass gently. The bulge growing in his shorts caused him to shift again and I looked up at him with just the slightest of smiles on my face. Oh God, this was all like some perfect dream and I wanted more. I was addicted to this. That's a good thing right? No thoughts about being gay or that what I was doing was... No! Stop right there, I'm on a roll. Brad shifted again and there was a sense of urgency in the way he moved his hips against me. Whoa... I was getting this reaction out of him and I wasn't even trying. Me, me just the way I was. I wasn't working at it, it was just happening. I smiled a little more broadly and buried my face in his chest. This is what I've wanted for so many years! For so long... "Damn you've changed since the last time I got a really good look at you." he said both hands now kneading my ass gently. He walked me back a step until I had my back against the counter and before I knew it I was lifted onto the counter top, my bare heels banging the cupboard door below where he set me down. It happened so quickly and he did it with such ease I was left struggling to keep the t-shirt situated in such a way that I wasn't completely exposed and wasn't accentuating the 'nipple dance' I'd seen earlier with the t-shirt. I tried to lean forward to pull him closer with my legs. I wanted to block his view of my body and I tried to pull the t-shirt around me better, but he put his hands on my shoulders. He stepped back, took one of my legs in his hands and studied it, slowly caressed my calf. His hand roamed to where I had a death grip on the bottom of the t-shirt covering up about half my thighs. I tried not to look so focused on what the t-shirt was covering, but my weak smile probably gave away that I wasn't comfortable with what was going on. "Relax, I'm just admiring how damn sexy you've become. I still can't believe it's only been a week since we met Rach." I rolled my eyes and tried to chuckle, but it sounded more like I was choking than anything else. His hand advanced toward my thigh again and I could see he was marveling at how silky smooth and soft my leg was. Thank God I had had a chance to shower before he had gotten here and I know the lotion I had generously rubbed into my legs made a big difference. I shuddered ever so slightly as his hand touched mine. He slowly let my leg hang loose and I kicked them both out at his hips and pulled him closer. He willingly stepped closer and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Even sitting on the counter I wasn't able to look him straight in the eyes. He had a serious look on his face and I was beginning to wonder if everything was all right. I cocked my head slightly as if to say 'What?' and he leaned in and kissed me ever so gently. It was over before I could even close my eyes and I'm sure the look on my face was one of pure shock. "God you look really good Rach." His hand squeezed my hips slightly and I felt the t-shirt move. When he tugged at it from behind I leaned forward enough to let him pull it from where I was sitting on it. The counter was cold and I shifted a little, but settled back down trying not to look too uncomfortable. I felt stiff and unsure of how to move, how to act. I know I wish I had a pair of panties on! I looked down when I felt his left hand rising under the t-shirt past my hips, it moved back toward my shoulder, and then forward, coming to a stop on my right breast. I shuddered hard and I my eyes rolled back. His hand moved slowly to the right and stopped on my left breast just as I moaned uncontrollably. I could feel him staring at me but I refused to open my eyes. My body pulsed, I wasn't in control and I liked it. It was scary at first but I wanted more. I leaned my head forward into his chest. The emotions crashing down around me were coming too fast to process and in desperation I tried to pull him closer with my legs, but he was as close as he was going to get with me sitting on the counter like this. "Are you OK?" Brad whispered into my ear. I couldn't look up at him and shook my head 'Yes' slowly. I wasn't sure what he was doing right away, but I quickly realized he was trying to tell if there was 'mass' behind the nipples that had shown like beacons through my t-shirt. He'd obviously seen my nipples poking through the t- shirt earlier. Was this a bit too aggressive? I cringed thinking it was too bad for him his search would turn out to be such a short one. When he seemed like he'd finished his grope and stopped squeezing my chest I felt like I could finally breathe again... His thumb and forefinger began to squeeze and roll my swollen nipple which caused me slide to the left slightly. I tried to turn my body away but it was in vain, he was in control. So much for him being done! "Eeeeiah..." I moaned louder than I had wanted and my back stiffened. I had no control. The waves of pleasure paralyzing me, feeding my deepest hungers. I threw my head back and my hands quickly grabbed his as if pleading for him to stop. He did, but not before sliding his free hand between my legs and caressing my little boy's clit. I almost came at that exact moment and somehow found the strength to push him away. "Wait..." I huffed, hanging my head and rubbing the goose bumps on my thighs. "I... I can't...", and I couldn't speak. Again I could feel him staring at me and without looking up at him I slowly shimmied off the counter, took his hand, and lead him toward the bedroom. November 22nd, 2:19 PM The bedroom was cool still, but a bit brighter since Brad had opened the curtains before he had left the room earlier. I released his hand just inside the door and went to the window to pull the curtains shut. "Leave them open a little..." he said softly from behind me. I left a foot or so gap that seemed to send a wide sliver of light right through the middle of the bed. I turned to look at the bed and then over to Brad. I was nervous and nervously fidgeted with the t-shirt as if trying to hide what he knew was already there. Did I really need to be coaxed into what was about to happen? What I wanted to happen. I wanted this right? And as I asked myself that another wave of emotions crashed over me. Doubts, wants, fears, trust... "Come here." he said holding his hand out toward me. When I didn't move within a reasonable amount of time he stepped over to the side of the bed closest to me and sat, patting a spot next to him, "Just relax Rach, we'll take it slow." Slow? One touch from this man and I was going to be so far over the edge it's not funny. I needed some control, some control over him or... Brad slowly pulled his shirt off and then slid his shorts off as if he were in the room alone. He moved more onto the center of the bed and smoothed out the sheet in front of him as if directing me to that spot. Wait, he knows what he's doing and no sooner did I think that I caught the slightest of smirks growing at the corner of his mouth. It was like he knew that I knew what he was up too! But did I initiate this? Damn! For some reason I couldn't help but grin nervously back at him. What the hell is wrong with me? I walked slowly to the edge of the bed. Control. That's what I need and I'll show you I have it Brad! I put one knee on the bed and slowly caressed his thigh. He was watching my every move and I raised an eyebrow as my hand brushed over his slowly bobbing cock. He shifted more onto his back and pulled a pillow to the back of his neck. He was going to watch me, watch the show, see me in control. Fine... I crawled onto the bed and straddled his body about at his knees, leaning over him and placing my hands on his chest. I knew the t-shirt was dangling over his cock and bent forward to kiss him about the neck, shoulders and down his left arm. When I sat back I moved slowly, trailing the t-shirt over his member, and sliding my hands down his stomach to his crotch. His body stiffened as I gently took him in my hand while moving the other over the head of his swollen cock. A tiny smile came across his lips, he closed his eyes, and his breathing was strained. Who's got who now Brad? I couldn't help but smile. Why did this feel so natural, so normal? This is me, this is my sexuality! I wiggled my body down a bit more toward his calves and gave him one last look. He was absolutely beautiful. Chiseled body, rugged face, soft lips... "Come here." he whispered to me, holding a hand out toward where I had a firm grip on his cock. I nodded 'No' and lowered my face to his stomach and began leaving tinny kisses as I moved toward my hands. After every kiss I would pause to look at him. Our eyes were locked for the first few kisses, but eventually his eyes shut and I knew I had my control. I had him where I wanted him, where I wanted to be, who I wanted to be. I shifted my body so as to be more comfortable and let my hair brush over the tip of his cock. Precum quickly appeared and I felt him stiffen his throbbing rod in my hand as if to say 'I feel that.' I looked up at him with a smile wondering if he knew what pleasure this gave me. If he knew how he had released me. His eyes were still closed, palms flat on the bed, his breathing strained. I've got you! Slowly my tongue traced the tip of his swollen cock, my hands tugging him gently toward my lips but never letting them touch. On the third motion he thrust his hips at my face and I pulled away. "No, not yet..." I whispered. I released him and pulled at his ball sacks, rubbing them briefly until I could get my lips next to them. When I kissed them he moaned. I felt as though I was soaring, my spirit released. I licked at his balls and then up the shaft of his throbbing cock, stopping just short of the engorged helmet that pulsed with his every heartbeat. His precum had left a droplet on his pelvis and I lifted it off of him with my finger. Slowly rubbing it back onto the tip of his cock. Brad reached for my face slowly, but I pushed his hand away. "I want you Brad..." I said in a low raspy voice, speaking an inch away from his cock and to his cock. He shifted on the bed and before he could complete getting comfortable I made my move. In one motion I took him in my hand and slid his cock into my wet and warm mouth. I wanted to explode at that very moment. To have such control, to have such desire being focused on my every move was making me drunk. Down his shaft, slow, so incredibly slow. When I had taken enough of him comfortably in I retreated back to the tip. One hand squeezed gently at his balls while the other held onto his swollen cock. I looked up at him and he was watching me. I licked the head of his cock while returning his gaze and moaned ever so slightly. I wanted him to know I was enjoying this. I already knew he was hooked. His hand caressed my face and goose bumps rose on my arms and legs. I shifted slightly to the left, making it easier for him to touch my face. He smiled and slid his fingers through my hair, stopping when he had a good grip. "You want this don't you?" My face hovered over the tip of his cock and I said nothing in return. Of course I wanted this, but now the tables were turned. He had more control of me than I had intended. Slowly he pushed my face toward his cock and playfully smeared my lips back and forth across the tip of his cock. "Open your mouth..." his whispered in a husky and strained tone. I closed my lips tight and just returned his stare. He tugged on my head as if to reassure me that he was in control and it hurt. My face showed the slightest hint of the pain from him pulling my hair. He slid my lips over his cock again and I released my grip on his balls and shaft. "Please..." he whispered, releasing some of the grip he had on my head. I stared at him a moment longer and parted my lips. He reached for his cock and held it while guiding me toward it. I didn't fight, but kept my lips tight as he pushed my face onto his throbbing cock. I had to relax, control my breathing, and fight off the panic as he pushed deep into my mouth and my throat. I wanted to gag, but fought it, fought the panic. Relax. When my nose touched near the base of his cock he pulled my face toward the tip. Then down slowly until enough of him was in my mouth that felt good to him. He held my had steady and began gyrating his hips up and towards me. His cock pushed deep into my mouth and then back to about midway up his shaft. It was slow at first, but every few thrusts would cause him to stiffen and hold my face firmly on his shaft. At first I was worried that he was going to cum, but my hand somehow ended up holding his balls again and I could tell they were far from their eruption point. Down my face went and he held me firmly with every inch of his cock in my mouth while he shifted my head from side to side. He seemed to sense when to release the pressure, but he also seemed to be enjoying his control over me. I moaned as this flicked his cock in my mouth. It was as if he was tapping me on the shoulder saying, "I'm in you, do you feel that?" Then without warning he released his grip on my hair and I slurped loudly on my own while kneading his balls. Bobbing up and down his beautiful cock I wanted to go crazy, to scream! I wrapped my hand around the base of his on dripping wet shaft and pulled with every motion my face made toward his swollen head. Faster. I wanted to go faster! Small moans escaped my body as my face rode his cock. "Wait... Rachel, wait..." I barely heard him, but felt his hand cup the bottom of my chin. "I am so close... Wait." He wasn't kidding. His balls were tight now and somewhere in the last few strokes I think I felt some cum shoot from him or maybe it was my imagination. Brad pulled my face from his cock and stared at me long and hard. His other hand reached slowly for the hand I had wrapped tightly around his cock. "I want to be inside of you." My heart dropped and I thought I was going to pass out. Had I heard him correctly? I stared back at him as he moved slowly away from me to open the nightstand draw. He retrieved a yellow condom and returned to the position he was in. I straddled him again and watched as he removed the condom. It was all happening in slow motion. He rolled the condom over his cock and forced the latex smooth down his shaft. It was lubricated, but I wasn't sure that it was enough for me to do this without a great deal of pain at first. "There's some lube in the drawer." I could only stare. He was reading my mind and this was too freaky! I turned toward the drawer and before I could move he spoke again, "I would like you to be so wet." There was a pause and he added "Please." My heart skipped a beat. I was frozen! When he shifted his head slightly I snapped back into the present and pulled the tube of lubricant from the drawer. I wasn't sure what to do with it, I mean, I know what to do with it but how. I mean where. I was embarrassed and blushing. "Let me." Brad whispered. I handed him the tube and he applied a generous amount to his cock. Cupping it in his hand he pumped his hand along the shaft a few times and reached for my shirt. He pulled me closer and I almost fell onto him. I caught my balance and sat back, my knees bent under me. He put a large dollop of the slick lube in his hand and moved his hand between my knees. I watched mesmerized by how he just took control over me, over what he wanted from me. His hand felt warm, but the lube was a little cold. He smeared it over my tight rose bud gently and I wanted to cum at that moment. Before I could even take my second breath he slid a finger into me. Slowly, as if his only goal was to make this easier for me. I could feel him gather the lube and force it into my boys' pussy. His finger went in so easily and then I felt him glide a second one. I shifted back and pushed on his arm. He stopped, watching me, waiting for me to indicate that I was ready to continue. "I'm OK..." I whispered, while trying to pull his hand from between my legs. While he replaced the cap to the lube I crawled over to where I had been straddling him earlier and without waiting slid myself over his cock. He tossed the tube aside and slowly reached for my hips. I pushed his hands away and bent forward, pushing his cock so that it rested between my ass cheeks. Slowly I moved his cock between my ass and leaned forward to kiss his lips. His hands tugged at my shirt and he began lifting it, pulling it toward my head. I froze again. No! I didn't want him to see me without this shirt on! I know my swollen nipples gave the illusion that something was there and eventually something would be there - real breasts, but not today. I grabbed for his hands and pushed them down. "I want all of you Rachel. Take the shirt off." No! As I was this second I looked like what I was supposed to be, but without the shirt, without the shirt I was, I wasn't me. I stared deep into his eyes and nodded 'No'. "Please, you've tortured me enough. Your nipples peeking and poking through that shirt, come on." He sounded as though he was begging. When I didn't move to pull the shirt off he moved his hand to my crouch, taking my swollen little boys clit gently in his hands, "I want all of you..." It was the first time Brad had ever touched my clit and his lube covered fingers slide freely over my little throbbing clit. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back as he pulled my clit firmly, then cupped my tiny ball sacks. His other hand reached up under the t-shirt and touched my left nipple. I jolted upright as if shocked by lightening. "It's not as good with the shirt on..." When I recovered from the sensation I placed both hands on his shoulders and looked at him for any sign that he wasn't serious. His hand moved up under the shirt to my shoulder and pushed the shirt up as if he were helping me to get it over my head. I obliged and let him pull the shirt off of me. I was at my most vulnerable in this state. One wrong look from him and I would be crushed. I sat back on his hips as he threw the t-shirt toward the bathroom and returned my gaze. His eyes wondered over my chest and seemed to be focused on my budding breasts, the puffy-swollen nipples. He cupped a hand under one of them and tried to bend forward. When it was obvious he couldn't bring his face to my chest he pulled my chest to his mouth. I lost all control and cried out in ecstasy, but he did not stop. His hand on my clit pushed and pulled as he sucked my nipple. I gyrated once and fell forward. I had reached my point of no return and could feel a tiny throb as my juices rocketed from my little boys' clit. I rocked forward in Brad's grasp and moaned in heavy strained breaths in his ear. When he tried to move his hand over my clit I tried to push his hand away, but his lips tight around my left nipple prevented any escape. "Ah, I... Please, I can't..." I moaned now begging him to comply. I felt a hand slide to my hip while his other hand continued to play with my now retreating clit. It was pain and pleasure! He had me and he knew it. I felt his cock slide between my ass crack and stop at the entrance to my little boys' pussy. I couldn't breathe! I couldn't move! I felt pressure on my hip as Brads hand pushed me onto his cock. Slowly at first, as if letting me feel every inch, to feel his swollen head become engulfed by my ass. Then he pulled me forward and his cock was no longer in me. He let my nipple slip out of his mouth with a tiny slurp and I fell back against his cock. It pushed into me slightly and I stiffened my body. He was playing with me! He knew I was trying to pull away from his grasp on my nipple and that I would rock back when he let me go! I looked down at him and he was smiling. I felt flushed, embarrassed, but somehow it lifted me higher. He wanted me, truly wanted me. "Funny..." I whispered. "Yeah, but it feels so good." I pushed myself onto his cock, a little deeper it went into my little boys' pussy and I groaned slightly. "Umhuh..." I croaked. "God you feel so good." And with that I fought through the pressure and took every inch of him inside of me. I rested my forearms on his chest, laid my head on his shoulder and began a slow rocking motion. Out to the tip of his cock and a slow plunge to the base. Out, in, grind, out. Slowly at first, but I could feel his energy, his will building. His hands held my hips tight as he pushed his cock deep inside of me. It hurt, but I wanted more, wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to melt into him, become one. He pulled me deep onto his cock and held me there, flicking his cock inside of me playfully. I could only moan. This was so fucking incredible. I felt him release my hips and take my shoulders gently, pushing me to a sitting position with his cock at its farthest point inside of me. He caressed my thighs and stared at me on top of him. Don't look at me, don't look at me like that. "Take me..." he whispered. Had I heard him? Was he on the edge and ready to cum? I looked back at him and tossed my head back, leaning back and resting my hands on his thighs. Oh did he feel so good inside of me. The lube was warm around us, him inside of me. There was a slight pressure when he drove himself into me, but other than that this had to feel just like a wet and sloppy woman's pussy to him. Everything said woman! Me, I am complete. Brad shifted beneath me and his hand moved between my legs to my clit. It had recovered from his earlier attack and was once again showing signs of life. I stiffened and felt him pulsate his cock inside of me, smiling up at me. I closed my eyes and began rolling my hips back and forth as his cock stayed firmly lodged deep in my ass. He moaned and I slid my ass up his shaft and then back down with force. Now it was his turn to stiffen. And I rolled forward again, hips pulsing back and forth. I was going to drain his cock like he has never been drained before. I pushed him deep inside of me and railed forward again, back, deep, our bodies slapping together. A moan. I felt him grab my hips and try to slow my motion, but I pressed on. Up his shaft, deep, my hips rolled and gyrated on top of him. His hand grabbed at my ass and I could feel him trying to drive even deeper into my little boys' pussy. Up, bodies slamming together, roll forward, pain, pain. Smooth glide out, in again, another moan, his legs stiffening. I had him! He was mine! I increased the speed of my attack on his swollen cock, digging my nails into his legs to maintain balance. He groaned and bucked wildly to the left and we became disconnected. I feel forward and huffed out of breath near his face, but it was a short-lived break. His hand found my hips and clutched them tight pushing me with all his might toward his cock. I tried to fight him, to prolong the moment, but he was driven. He drove his cock into me with such force that I cough and choked out a scream of pleasured pain. Down to the base, up he pulled me. Down, one hand on my hips, I roll forward and back. Another thrust. Our moans mixing, pressure. I can't take this any more! I felt pressure on my chest, his hand. I'm numb, blinded. Then as if the room exploded in light and sound I screamed and gyrate on his cock. I'm trying to escape, pain, pain, NO! My nipple is being twisted and there is final grunt, a pulsing feeling deep in my little boys' pussy and I know that Brad has exploded in me. Then again, another pulse and I tried to breathe. Cum gushing, convulsions ripping through his body, my body. Pain... I fell forward as his hand releases my nipple. I am paralyzed and Brad is huffing in strained breathes beneath me. Oh God! He moves slightly and it is as if every nerve in my body is set on fire. I grip his shoulder hard and dig my nails in. He shifts away from the pain and my little boy's pussy feels as though it is raw. "Stop, stop..." I am trying not to move! It hurts, the pain, the pleasure. I am sure my own clit has released again. I want Brad in me, I want this moment to last forever, but it hurts. I strain to keep from moving, but I can feel his cock shrinking ever so slowly inside of me. I can't take this anymore! I shift my hips forward and freeze. When the pain subsides, I move a little more and can feel he is almost out of me. He shifts under me and as if the crushing sensations both of us were experiencing couldn't get any worse they spike as he pulls his now semi-flaccid cock from my little boys' pussy. I lay on top of him, breathing as though I'd run a marathon. Every inch of my body tingles and I feel more alive at this moment than any other time in my life. I am, I am, I'm fucking wasted and I roll over next to Brad. His sweat is all over my chest, my hair is drenched and the room is stuffy. "Wow..." I reach over and caress his chest, basking in the moment. I can't even return the compliment. I'm going to be hungry, hungry to cross this line again. Just not right away! I am complete...