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TV Nudist Part 3: WEDDING BELL BLUES by Rachel Saunders Entertainment for adults only, please! All comments, questions, criticisms, etc. are gladly welcomed and greatly appreciated. Thank you! "Oh boy," I said again. Scott was still shaking my hand enthusiastically. Amy stood in the corner, leaning against the kitchen counter. "I told you she was something, didn't I?," Amy asked. Scott just answered with that smile. That killer smile. That same smile as his sister Amy's. "Although she has looked better," Amy said, grabbing my hand. "We'll be back in a few minutes, Scotty. Make yourself at home." Hi, it's me again. My name is Marcie O'Malley, and you may have heard of some of my adventures in the stories "TV Nudist" and "Mommy Time". This is what happened to me after I met Scott, Amy's brother. OK, I guess you newbies might need more exposition. I'm 25, strawberry blonde hair with green eyes and when I was born everyone thought I was a boy, but a genetic goof made me grow up as a girl with a penis. Amy is my best friend, she's 29, and married with two wonderful children. Amy, me, Amy's sister Joanne and our friends Deb and Linda had a wild night at a male strip show last night and we topped it off with a sleep over at Amy's house, as her husband Dan and her son Danny Jr. went to the lake on a fishing trip. When I woke up in the morning I was hung over, had some makeup from the night before still on my face, my hair was a total mess and I walked into the kitchen to meet Scott, probably the most gorgeous man I had ever laid my eyes on. And now, back to our story... "Here," Amy said, handing me the jar of cold cream from the top of her dresser and herding me into the master bathroom. I gooped the cream over my face and rubbed it in before rinsing. Amy grabbed my chin, tilted my head back and forth and looked me over. She picked up some cotton puffs and the cream and rubbed my eyelids and a few little spots I had missed. "Sit down," she said to me, pushing me onto the toilet. She grabbed her hairbrush and with a few deft strokes whipped my hair into shape. "You had this all planned, didn't you?" I asked. "That's why you wanted to have the slumber party - you knew Scott would be here this morning, didn't you?" I asked again. "Shhhh, dear," she replied. She picked up a tube of pale pink lipstick and ran it across my lips then handed me Kleenex to blot with. "Yes, I knew Scott was going to be in town for a few days. The legal firm he works for has some big shot client in trouble here and he came to see, if he could smooth things over. And with JoJo here, it gave us a chance to have a little family reunion. Now my brother is single and gorgeous, true, and my bestest bud in the world is also single, and truly gorgeous too. So if they should meet, well, what's wrong with that?" she smiled. "There," she continued "now you're presentable. I can give you a clean pair of panties but you'll have to wear the clothes you wore to the club last night - I don't have anything else that might fit you," she said. She went into the other bedroom to get my clothes as I slipped off my nighty and stepped into her panties. "Oh kid, did you have to wear something so flimsy to bed last night?" she asked as she handed me my clothes and picked up my sheer nighty and panties and put them in the laundry hamper. "If this thing was any more see-through it would be invisible," she added. "That kind of femmey stuff is my style," I replied. I had to admit though that I might have gone a little overboard. That nighty was so sheer that you could have counted all of the freckles on my boobs, and the tiny little panties barely covered my three inch cock and were just as sheer. I might as well been nude when Amy introduced me to Scott. "Oh my God!" I gasped. "I wonder if Scott saw my cock!" I cried. "Don't worry about it dear. He already knows," Amy replied. "I wouldn't set up my brother without letting him in on your secret. It didn't seem to bother him any, did it? And I bet you aren't bothered that he knows, it makes things easier for you, not as many explanations," she finished. I had to admit that was true. He seemed genuinely happy to meet me and had gotten an eyeful of my charms - probably even the tiny one below my waist. We started back to the kitchen. I stopped her in the living room. "Are you sure I look all right?" I asked. "You look fine," she assured me. "Now put a big smile on your face," she added. Whatever smile I could muster dropped as we entered the kitchen. Scott was sitting at the kitchen table with an embarrassed look on his face. Deb was sitting on his lap with her arm thrown around his shoulders and was playing with the knot in his tie with her free hand. She turned her head to me and fluttered her eyelashes, "Oh, am I sitting in your seat, Marcie?" she laughed. "Coffee's on," Joanne said. "Marcie, why don't you and Scotty take your coffee in the next room as we make breakfast," Amy said. "Me too," chimed in Deb. "Debbie I need your help in the kitchen," Amy said, grabbing her gently by the arm. Scott and I walked into the living room. He sat at the corner of the couch. I sat next to him, and pulled my legs up onto the sofa cushions. "Wow, thanks for helping me get out of that," he smiled. "No problem. Deb means well, but sometimes her hormones go full blast when she sees a cute guy. Actually, her hormones explode when she meets just about any guy," I laughed. "So Amy said you were a lawyer?" I asked. This was a trick all girls learn early on. Ask the guy a question and let him start talking. It helps take the edge off of an awkward moment. He talked about his job and the problem client he had come to Chicago to help work out of a jam. I nodded my head and "oohed" and "aahed" at appropriate moments. But mostly I just sat looking at him. His wide shoulders and trim waist implied an athletic background. His strong jaw, perfect nose and the dimples in his cheeks when he smiled made my heart melt. Have I mentioned his smile? Finally he stopped. He looked at me a little strangely. I suddenly realized that he had asked me a question, but I was so taken by his looks that I had spaced out his conversation. "I beg your pardon?" was all I could think of to say. "I said, 'Will you join me for dinner tonight?'" he replied. "Of course I will," I answered. "That's great. Believe me, I'm not usually this forward, but I have to take the red eye back to L.A. Tuesday morning, and I have the feeling that if I don't ask you I might miss something wonderful," he said. Oh man, what a charmer, although I detected the same sincere tone that I have come to know from Amy. The aromas from the kitchen made their way into the living room. "It's time to eat," cried Linda as she and Deb came out of the bedroom. I hadn't even noticed that they passed us on their way into the bedroom to get dressed. The seven of us (including Janie, Amy's daughter) crowded around the table, passing platters of eggs and sausages and filling glasses with milk and orange juice. Janie was still dressed in her PowerPuff Girls sleep shirt and had a bowl of Cap'n Crunch cereal. We chatted amiably. After we finished eating we helped Amy clean up and then it was time to make our goodbyes. Scott took my hand and gave me a peck on the lips, which I gladly returned. "I'll pick you up about 7:30, ok?" he asked. Amy's face was beaming as I nodded my assent. I got into my beat-up Volkswagen beetle and drove to the Randhurst Mall in Park Ridge. It was still somewhat early in the morning and the mall was just starting to get busy. I headed for my favorite clothing store to find a dress that would make Scott's jaw drop when he picked me up tonight. I finally settled on a little black dress with spaghetti straps and a keyhole bust that fit like a second skin. My next stop was at a shoe store where I picked up a pair of black pumps and some nude, black seamed stockings. Finally I went to Vicki's Secret. There I bought a black lace strapless bra, with matching panties and garter belt. I don't usually like to dress all in one color, but tonight I was going for the brass ring - I only had a few days to work and I wanted to knock this hunk off of his feet, and I knew the dramatic effect black could have. I got back to my apartment by lunch and after a quick tuna salad sandwich I hopped into the shower to wash the excesses of the previous night off of me. I still had a lot of time to kill so I decided to vacuum and dust the apartment, got my dirty laundry together and changed the sheets and pillow cases. I took all of the candles I could find and put them in the bedroom, along with a couple of romantic, "make-out music" type CDs. I was sure that all of this effort would be worth it. At least I hoped it would be! I plopped down on the couch and looked at my watch. I still had over four hours before Scott would pick me up. I sighed and got my laundry basket and detergent and headed down to the apartment building's laundry room. I hated this kind of drudgery, but I didn't have a cleaning lady, and hey, woman's work is never done, right? I was lucky because there were a couple of washers empty and no one else was there. I separated my colors, put in the detergent and change and let the machines work while I tried to get interested in an old copy of "People" magazine that was laying on the table. "What a rag," I said, tossing the magazine into a trash basket over in the corner. I reached into the laundry basket and pulled out a deck of cards. After a futile few hands of Solitaire I was really bored. Just then the washers finished. I got up and put the wet wash on the table while I went to look for some open dryers. "Oh great," I said. Two of the dryers were out of order. There was one open dryer and one with some dry clothes in it. I loaded my first load into the open dryer and then emptied the dry clothes from the second one and refilled it with my wet clothes. I put some dimes in each dryer and set them for fifteen minutes. I decided to fold the dry clothes I had taken out of the dryer. It was the courteous thing to do, plus it would give me something to relieve the boredom while I waited for the dryers to finish. There wasn't much, anyway; mostly top drawer stuff, maybe a week's worth of panties, a couple of bras and a tank top or two. I folded it all and looked at the dryers. There was still almost ten minutes left on each one. I sighed again and went and sat down. Suddenly a man entered the room, carrying an empty laundry basket. I'd seen him around the building before. He was short, and almost painfully thin. He had severely cropped hair and apparently hairless arms. He seemed startled to see the folded clothes on the table and then noticed me in the corner. "Hi there," I said. "Marcie O'Malley, apartment 13B," I continued. He didn't say anything but hurriedly started to load the clothes into the basket. I decided to press the issue. I walked over to him and stuck my hand out. "Marcie O'Malley, apartment 13B," I repeated. This time he couldn't ignore me. "Bill Landry, apartment 12D," he said, shaking my hand weakly. "I'm helping my wife out a little, she's not feeling well today," he added. "I think that it's really nice of you to help your wife with the laundry. I'm sure she really appreciates it," I said. "Oh yes, she does," he said. Uh huh, I thought. No wedding ring. But no doubt was left when I saw a pink scalloped waist band barely peeking out of his jeans when he leaned forward. Pink panties. "Well I got to go, nice meeting you, " he said. He was obviously embarrassed but thought he had dispelled suspicion with the "wife" ruse. He almost ran out of the laundry room. "Nice meeting you, too," I said. "See you again," I added. The dryers finally chimed off and I folded my own clothes and went back into my apartment. It was now just a little after three o'clock. I filled the bathtub with hot water and added some bath oils and a bubble bath lotion. I sat down in the tub, and after carefully shaving my legs and armpits, rubbed the flowery scented water into my skin. I laid back and closed my eyes and relaxed. I started thinking about Scott. Those wide shoulders and trim waist really enchanted me. Naturally I started to wonder what he would look like nude. My thoughts turned to a more erotic track; and as they did, my little peanut awoke and strained to reach its full three inches. "Not now, little guy," I teased. "Save it for later." I reluctantly drained the tub and then washed and conditioned my hair under the shower. Stepping out of the tub I patted dry and then powdered. Finally I took my small scissors and comb and trimmed and shaped my muff. It was getting late and the beauty regimen was in full swing now: first, set and lightly curl the hair; trim, shape, buff and paint the finger and toe nails, pluck a few unruly eyebrows, start the makeup. I decided to dress before putting on my makeup. I slipped into the panties and garter belt. I threaded the garters through the panties for convenience's sake. I carefully rolled the stockings up my legs and checked to make sure the seams were straight. I had to adjust the garters to keep the stockings snug. I clasped the strapless bra behind my back and adjusted my boobs into the cups. They stood out and up proudly, and I knew that the low cut dress I was going to wear would display them prominently. Now with my lingerie on I sat at the vanity to style my hair and do my makeup. I unrolled my hair and brushed it into the shape I wanted. A little foundation and blush, mascara, eyeliner and a deep blue eye shadow, and some boldly red lipstick and I was finished. I wriggled into my dress, cupped and adjusted my boobs for the best effect and added some perfume, golden bracelets, pearl earrings, rings and a golden ankle bracelet. I strapped on the new shoes and took a few tentative steps around the bedroom. The heel height was perfect. I checked out my look in the mirror. "Oh boy, you're in for a treat tonight, Scotty," I said. I went into the living room and lit a cigarette, and before it smoked down the doorbell rang. I quickly touched up my lipstick and answered the door. I could tell as I looked into his eyes that all of the shopping and preparation was worth the effort. He was obviously mesmerized. The dinner, and the dancing afterward, was magnificent. His dry wit, charm and impeccable manners impressed me a great deal. So much so that it was barely eleven o'clock before I was laying in his arms on my living room couch with my dress pulled down around my waist and my new strapless bra on the floor. Scott gently squeezed my breasts, and nuzzled and suckled my nipples like a parched man looking for just a drop of liquid. I was running my hands over his trousers and I could tell that he was fully aroused. "Wait, wait," I whispered. "I want to go change into something more comfortable. Why don't you make us a couple of drinks while I change," I suggested. He reluctantly let me up and I wiggled my ass exaggeratedly as I made my way to the bedroom. Once there I lit all of the candles. I unzipped the dress and let it slip to the floor. In a few minutes I was nude. Shit! I checked through all my nighties and negligees and couldn't find anything dramatic enough for the effect I wanted. Damn! The one thing I had forgotten. I should have picked out something when I was in Victoria's Secret this afternoon. I got out a full length white negligee that I had previously thought was very sexy, but tonight it just looked plain, and stupid. Then it came to me. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of white lace top stockings and slipped into them. Then a pair of white medium heel pumps, and finally the finishing touch - a black satin ribbon which I tied in a bow around my neck. I put a little more perfume between my breasts and in my muff. I stepped into the doorway of the bedroom, framed by the soft candle light behind me, with my large breasts hanging out, my legs encased in the white silk and my tiny penis stretched to its full length. "Very nice, you look very comfortable," Scott grinned. He put the drinks he had made on the coffee table and came to me. We stood in the doorway and kissed passionately as his hands resumed playing with my boobs. Then he surprised me; he dropped to his knees in front of me and took my cock into his mouth. He licked and kissed it and soon was sloppily slurping it up and down. I had to balance myself by placing my hands on his shoulders as my legs were getting weak. I almost collapsed when I finally shot my thin stream of cum into his mouth. I groaned when he let my flaccid cock slip from his mouth. He bent slightly at the waist and lifted me up into his strong arms and carried me into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and I played with my breasts as I watched him undress. The muscles in his arms and chest were well defined, although he was not the body builder type. He chest was smooth and almost totally hairless. He kicked off his loafers and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. The outline in his black colored briefs showed the extent of his excitement. He pulled his socks off and reached to take off his briefs. "Let me do that, please," I asked. He walked over to me. I leaned over and hooked my thumbs into his waistband. I pulled down just a little on one side, then just a little on the other side. I did this again and again until suddenly his erect dick popped out and bobbed up and down, just a few inches from my face. He was nicely hung. He was about 7" and tapered. I had seen bigger and thicker cocks in my experiences, but I quickly decided that this one might be my all time favorite. The head of his cock was bullet shaped and only slightly thicker than the shaft. The effect of his penis standing at full attention as it was gave it the look of a missile ready to be launched. Another tug brought his hairy balls into view. They were two distinct balls, not both crammed into one sac. I had to scoot forward a little bit to pull the briefs down his thighs to his ankles. He stepped out of the underwear. When I looked up I found that I was directly under his balls. I reached up and flicked one with my tongue, then opened my mouth as wide as I could and gently sucked it into my mouth. I held it in my mouth and slowly gave it a tongue bath, and then very gently nipped his sac with my teeth. He groaned out loud. I let the ball slip out of my mouth and started to give attention to his cock. Soon I had it slippery and was able to get half of it into my mouth. I bobbed up and down and at each downstroke I was able to take a little more. When I reached my gag reflex I paused and breathed deeply through my nose. Gradually it relaxed and I was able to go all the way down to his pubic hair - this was the very first I was able to deep throat a man. I was looking into his eyes as I was sucking his cock, which usually drives a man crazy. It certainly did this time. Scott was almost overcome but was barely able to ask me if I wanted a pearl necklace. I let his dick plop out of my mouth and gave him my most wicked smile as I lay down on my back. I pushed my boobs together as he straddled my waist. He leaned forward and started to rub his dick between my tits. He was moaning loudly as he fucked my tits. "Do it, big man! Do it," I cried. He let out a yell and I saw his little pee slit open wide split seconds before his cum shot out around my neck and onto my chin and nose. Scott fell down on the bed next to me. He was breathing heavily. "Wow, that was great," he said when he was able to talk again. "I enjoyed it too," I said as I came out of the bathroom after cleaning up and brought the drinks over to the bed. We sipped our drinks and shared a cigarette as a light breeze from the open window dried the sweat on our bodies, cooling us off. My nipples stiffened as my body cooled. I noticed that his nipples were stiff too. It always turned me on what that happened to a man. I played with his nipple as he held me closely. We began to kiss again and my hand went from his nipple to his belly button and soon was wrapped around his stiffening cock. Scott licked his index finger and tried to slip it into my ass hole. "This won't be good enough, baby," I said to him. "I've been celibate for a while and am probably a little tight. There's some lube in the top drawer of that night stand," I said. He opened the drawer and pulled out the tube of lubricant and also a three-pack of condoms. "Do you want me to wear one of these?" he asked. "That's OK, Scott. I just keep them in case I meet someone who may be a little dangerous. But I think I can trust you," I smiled. "Don't worry, Marcie. I promise I will marry you if I knock you up," he laughed. "Marry me anyway!" I thought to myself. I closed my eyes and tried to relax as he lubed his cock. "Ready, baby?" he asked. I kicked my legs up into the air as far as I could, which gave him clear access to my ass. I reached down and grabbed my cheeks and spread them with my hands as far as I could. He brought his cock to me and eased it into me, just a little bit at a time. Soon though I loosened a little and he was able to put all of it into me. He laid down a steady rhythm, long, slow strokes until we both heated up again. Soon he was pounding me hard and fast. Suddenly he jerked and began to spasm and a second or two later I felt everything that had been left in his balls splash inside me. He lay on top of me breathing heavily again. I kissed him and brushed his hair off his forehead, and then ran my nails lightly in circles on his back as I kissed him again and again. He plopped out of me and rolled onto his back. He closed his eyes as his heart rate slowed. I took that opportunity to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up again. When I returned he was sound asleep. I slipped in next to him and pulled the covers up over us. "Thank you Amy," I said softly. When I awoke the next morning Scott's dick was fully erect. Being the kind of girl that hates to pass up an opportunity I slinked down the bed and began to suck on his cock. Soon he awoke. "Good morning, honey," I said, still stroking his cock to keep it interested. He smiled at me as I went back to work. It took a little while for me to get my reward, but soon he squirted into my mouth. I swallowed all of it without missing a drop. "Yummy," I said as I moved over to kiss him. "Well now that I've had my breakfast you can have yours. Do you like French Toast?" I asked. I went into the kitchen and started to heat a skillet and beat the eggs and milk into batter. I brought Scott the Sunday paper to look at while breakfast was cooking. Soon I brought up a bed tray laden with the French Toast, bacon, hash browns and some juice. He dove into the food as if he hadn't eaten in days. After he finished I put my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around me. Scott pulled the covers over us and we cuddled. "Are we engaged?" he asked me. I wasn't sure what he meant. He rubbed my tummy. "Any babies in there?" he asked. I giggled and kissed him on the cheek. "Probably not," I said. "Well we shouldn't take any chances. Maybe we should pick up a home pregnancy kit on the way over to Sis's place." "Oh yeah, great, nothing I enjoy more than peeing on a plastic stick," I laughed. "Maybe we should try to make a baby again," I suggested. "Oh honey I've got nothing left," he said. "Where would the baby come out Marcie?" he asked me. "Oh, I don't know. I guess that could be a problem," I replied. "Did you ever think about having surgery to make a vagina?" I told him that I had the chance to have the surgery when I transferred to the new high school I entered to avoid the kids who knew I was once a boy but that I turned it down. Since then I really hadn't thought about it much. "Would you like me better if I had a vagina?" I asked him. He said that it didn't matter to him at all but if I wanted to do it he knew a doctor in L.A. that was an expert in sex change surgeries. We hugged some more and then I reluctantly asked him the questions I had been afraid to ask. "Do you really have to leave Tuesday?" I asked. He said that he did, that his firm had a major case that was going to begin next Monday and since he was on the litigation team he had to be back in L.A. to prepare. The case here in Chicago was relatively minor, and since he wasn't licensed to practice law In Illinois anyway, he would just consult on Monday and help with the settlement on Tuesday. But he asked me to join him for dinner again Tuesday night and to accompany him to O'Hare airport. I accepted. Then the $64 million question: Are you seeing someone in L.A.? "Yes," he said. He was dating one of the female lawyers in his firm. Oh, that's wonderful, I thought. Here he was going out with some glamorous professional type, and I'm just a dumb receptionist by day and a part-time barmaid by night. How am I supposed to compete with her? "Don't worry, though Marcie. If I had to choose, I would choose you," he said. That's easy to say when you're in bed with me now and in 72 hours you'll be two thousand miles away I thought. As if he could read my mind he said "I honestly mean that," and fool that I am, I believed him. He then told me that his upcoming L.A. case would take several weeks to complete, but after that he would be due for three weeks vacation. "Do you mean you'll be coming back here?" I asked him hopefully. He then suggested that I take some time off of work and meet him in L.A. I told him I couldn't lose that much income, but he told me not to worry about money. I played it cooly and told him that I would think about it, but inside I was thrilled. I dressed while he was cleaning up. Nothing special, just a pair of plain cotton panties and a red and white striped pullover romper set. We set off for Amy's but I stopped at a drug store on the way. "I'll be right out," I said. "Do you want me to come with you?" he asked. "No, it's just girl stuff," I replied. A few minutes later we were at Amy's house. Dan and Danny Jr. had returned from the lake and with them plus Scott and Joanne Amy's family was complete. Amy let Scott talk with Dan and pulled me into the kitchen. "How did it go?" she asked. "As Deb would say, 'Details, details!'" she laughed. I glossed over the sexual side but I mentioned Scott's joking promise that he would marry me if I became pregnant. "So I need your help," I said. I opened the bag from the drug store and handed her the home pregnancy kit. She broke out into a laughing fit and then took the kit. "I'll be right back," she said. She came back in a few minutes and handed me the plastic stick. She then went into the living room and asked Scott to come into the kitchen. Scott came in and a few seconds later Dan and Joanne followed him in. "I've got great news!" I said to Scott. I went over and threw my arms around him and gave him a big kiss. I pulled away from him and I handed him the stick. "I am pregnant!" I cried. He looked at the stick with the "positive" indicator and was dumbstruck. "What the hell? What the hell?" he kept saying. Then Amy and I couldn't hold back our laughter any longer. Dan had a little smirk on his face as he had figured out our trick. "Don't worry Scotty," Amy said, putting her arm around her little brother. "I'm the pregnant one," she added. Joanne let out with a cry and the two sisters embraced each other happily. Scott looked relieved and jokingly shook his fist at me. Then he joined the girls in their embrace. I suddenly felt out of place and made my goodbyes. I went back to the mall to find an elegant outfit for our Tuesday night dinner. It didn't take long to find what I wanted. In one of the display windows of Marshall Fields a mannequin was dressed in a semi-sheer white blouse and a dark gold colored, below the knee hobble skirt. The blouse had a flouncey jabot and a row of small pearl buttons down the front. I figured that a plain white camisole would go well under the blouse and would provide enough cover if I decided to go braless. My credit card was still warm from my shopping spree the day before, but I figured that this outfit was dressy enough that I could wear it to work also, if I could find a nice jacket to match. I was on the wrong side of the mall from Vicki's Secret but I had been there yesterday anyway. A few stores down from Fields was a Frederick's of Hollywood. I hadn't been there for a while and decided to go in and check it out. They were famous for their flashy lingerie but every once and a while you could find something nice. On my way to Frederick's I passed a bridal boutique. In the window there was a mannequin dressed in the most beautiful wedding gown I had ever seen - all ruffles and lace with little pearl buttons, a fitted waist and bodice and a flowing skirt. Every little girl's idea of a Princess wedding dress. I sighed and imagined myself and Scott standing at a wedding altar exchanging vows, him so handsome in his tux and myself a feminine dream in this gown. I realized that the shopkeeper was watching me day dream when I saw the smile on her face through the window. I blushed a little and turned away with a sheepish grin. When I got to Frederick's I looked around for a while and considered a black lace cat suit, but decided to pass. Just then one of the salesgirls came over to help me. I told her I was just browsing and she walked away. A minute or two later the other salesgirl, a blonde, came over to speak to the first one. They were only a few feet away and they spoke in low tones but I still could clearly hear what they were saying. "Our little friend is here again," the blonde one said. "Do you want to help him or should I?" she asked. "I'll take care of this," the brunette one said. I looked to see who they were talking about - and it was none other then Bill Landry, my transvestite neighbor. He was nervously fishing through a table of neatly folded panties. "Can I help you find anything, sir?" The girl asked as she walked up to him. He tried to wave her off but she ignored it. "Are you looking for something sexy, or something really risque? These are always a favorite," she said, holding up a garish pair or fire engine red crotchless panties, with black lace trim. "The crotch is cut all the way from front to back, to make any, uh, orifice available. Do you think she would like these, sir?" she asked. "I'm not really sure," he stammered. The second salesgirl walked up to the pair. "I'm sure she would love them, sir. All girls like to feel naughty now and then, right? " "I guess so," he said. "What size does she wear, sir? Do you think these would fit her?" the brunette asked. "She wears a medium," Bill said. "Well then these should fit fine! Let's give it a look," she said, stretching the waistband and holding the panties up to Bill's waist. He got a horrified look on his face. "That's a perfect fit!" the blonde exclaimed. "Do you want us to put these in a box or do you want to wear them home?" she laughed. Bill turned and raced to the door. "Sir, don't forget about our panty club! Buy three pairs and get one pair free," the brunette cried as Bill scampered out of the door. The two girls stood there and laughed loudly. I started to leave but I couldn't resist admonishing them. "That was really rude," I said to the brunette. "Oh, it was just a joke, ma'am," she said. "That little fruit is in here all the time," the blonde said. "Who does he think he's fooling?" she asked. "I always thought a joke was supposed to be funny," I said. "Whatever," the brunette said, walking away. I left the store. I searched through the mall but couldn't find Bill. I stewed about it all the way home. They were just a pair of stupid young girls, the kind that get knocked up early and often and grow into bitter old women. What difference did it make to them who wore their crummy panties? I debated about whether or not I should get involved any further. Finally I decided that Bill might need a friend, someone to confide in who wouldn't judge him. I remembered the lonely time I had as a young boy (girl?) when I tried to hide my cross-dressing from my mother, until nature took over and made any deception impossible. Whatever I was going to do, I know I had to handle it delicately to remove the risk of any further embarrassment. When I got home I went through my panty drawer. I pulled out a very sexy pair of light blue satin briefs with a rose applique and white lace around the leg holes. I knew that Bill would love them. I left my apartment and got on the elevator. A minute or two later I was knocking on Bill's door. He looked surprised to see me when he answered the door. "Hello, Bill, I'm Marcie, from the laundry room yesterday. Remember?" I smiled widely. "Oh yes, I remember," he said warily. "Well, I found this pair of panties in my wash and I don't think they are mine," I said handing him the panties. "I wonder if they belong to your wife?" I asked. He handled the undies gently, rolling the soft satin between his fingers. "Oh, yes, how kind of you to bring them back," he said. I knew he would love them. "Listen, may I come inside for a minute?" I asked. "Why?" he asked suspiciously. "Please?" I asked again. Finally he opened the door a little wider and I walked in. "What do you want?" he asked as he shut the door. Be delicate Marcie. "I want to be your friend, Bill." I took his hand. "I know, Bill. I know that you're a transvestite, and it doesn't bother me at all," I said. He jumped back in shock and told me to get out of his apartment. "It doesn't bother me because I used to be a transvestite too," I said. Now he was really shocked. "It's true, Bill," I said. "I first wore one of my mother's nighties when I was about eleven years old. I've been living as a girl since I was fourteen," I continued. He looked at me through narrow slits. "You're full of shit! I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing here but I'm not interested. And I am not a queer!" he shouted. "I never said you were a queer Bill," I said softly. "Let me show you something," I continued. I reached down and grabbed the hem of my romper skirt and lifted it above my waist. With my other hand I pulled down the front of my panties, displaying my little cock and tiny balls to him. Now he was really shocked. He sat down, shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts. I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me. "I really want to be your friend, Bill. Sometimes I need someone to talk to- someone who understands things the way they are. I think maybe you need someone who will listen, too. I'd like to be that person for you, if you let me," I finished. His eyes softened, and he got a small smile on his face. After we shared almost a full bottle of wine he began his story. "My mother and I lived in a small apartment on the North side. My father left when I was just a child, I really don't remember too much about him." "Mother was never a modest person. I mean, she didn't walk around naked, but it wasn't out of the question to see her in just her bra and panties. I thought she really looked beautiful when she was dressed like that, and I really like the colorful undies and the way her bra emphasized her large breasts. Even at that young age I realized that she was definitely a desirable woman, and I, with my stick arms and scrawny frame would probably never be a desirable man, the kind of man who could attract a woman like that." "It was the summer vacation between sixth and seventh grades. It was a nice day but I was very bored. My best friend was on a family vacation and would be gone for another week. I don't really know why, but soon I found myself rummaging through my mother's dresser, looking at her underwear." "There were so many colors - yellows, pinks, pastel greens and blues, and even a pair of jet black panties! And lace, and ruffles, the panties were so soft and sexy, not like the plain cotton briefs I wore." "I knew that I had to find out what they felt like, so I stripped and pulled the panties up my legs. They were too big for me, I had to hold them up by the waistband with one hand while I rubbed my butt through the silky material with the other hand. The next thing I knew I was struggling to get into one of her bras while still wearing the panties. I had the largest erection I could remember. I ran into the bathroom, let the panties slide down my legs and jerked off into the sink. I was breathing hard as I came down from my orgasm when I realized I would be doing this again and again." "But not in my mother's underwear. It was just too big for me, especially the bra with its big underwired cups flopping around. I knew I looked foolish, totally opposite of the sexy, coquettish look I wanted - although I didn't know the word coquette. I just had an idea of the look I wanted. I put mother's underwear away carefully." "I rummaged through a pile of magazines until I found the Sear's catalogue. I turned to the pages of girl's underwear. After looking at some of the pictures I realized that I needed some "Teen Bras", and according to the size chart, I could wear a girls' size 4 panty. I figured it would be years before I could fit into my mom's 36C bras and size 7 panties." "But the price of the cheapest Teen Bra was $6.99, which was a lot of money for an 11 year old to come up with. And even if I had the money, how could I walk into Sear's to buy a bra?" "I became very dejected. I thought it was terrible that something so wonderful would be denied to me for such simple little reasons. I went for a walk through our neighborhood to try and think of a solution to my problem." "I don't know how many houses I walked past but several of them had the answer to my problem right in the open. When the answer finally came to me I was stunned. I turned around and walked back home. Four of the houses I had passed I paid particular interest to. These four had one similarity: each had clean laundry drying on a clothesline in the back yard." "So I became a panty thief. I scoped out the homes of some of the girls I knew from school. Whenever I saw that they had their wash hanging, I would skulk into their yard and help myself to a pair of panties. I tried not to hit the same house more than once if possible." "Then one day I found myself in front of the house of Becky Lataglia, one of the cutest and most popular girls in our school. She also came to school in the prettiest clothes, so I assumed that her lingerie would be just as nice. I had seen Becky and her mother get into their station wagon and leave a few minutes ago and so I figured that I had some time to pick and choose." "And what a treasure trove I found in that yard! I raced past her mother's bras and panties and came to Becky's underwear. I immediately reached for a pair of "Day of the Week" panties, which were differently colored for each day and had the day of the week embroidered on the ass. The panties for Tuesday were pink and had white lace around the waistband and leg holes. I had almost unpinned them when I realized that a missing day of the week would be noticed immediately. I moved on reluctantly until I found a pair of pale yellow panties, they didn't have any lace but they had a little white bow on the center of the waistband. I quickly unpinned them from the clothesline and stuffed them into my pocket and made my escape from Becky's backyard." "I was almost home when I realized that someone was coming up quickly behind me. I turned around and came face to face with Jeff Lataglia, Becky's big brother. He was a high schooler and had a reputation as a bully." "'Hey kid, what you got in your pocket,' he asked menacingly. I was petrified. He grabbed me by the neck and as I tried to wriggle free he reached into my pocket and pulled the panties out. 'You stupid little pansy," he said. 'I was watching out of our window and I saw your little show. What's the matter - the pink panties you wanted first had a shit stain or somethin'?' he asked." "'You know I thought I would just pound you into the ground or somethin', but I have a better idea,' he continued." "And so less then ten minutes later I found myself in his bedroom, dressed in only the yellow panties and with his cock in my mouth. He held me by the hair and tried to force his entire cock down my throat, totally ignoring the gagging noises I was making. Soon he began a frantic jerking; he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot his cum all over my face. I caught a little in my mouth but most of it ran down my cheeks and chin." "He pushed me onto my back and roughly yanked the panties off my legs. He bunched them into a ball and wiped the cum off my face with them. Then he pulled my mouth open and stuffed the dirty panties in it. 'You can keep these, sissy. I doubt my sister would ever wear them again if she knew what had happened to them. Now, get dressed and get lost!" he said as he walked down the hall to the bathroom." I guess I should have felt humiliated and ashamed, but I didn't. I actually felt exhilarated. This was as good, or maybe better, than the orgasm I gave myself the first time I wore my mother's bra and panties. My dick was as hard as a steel beam." "A few minutes later he came back. I was sitting where he had left me, but I had removed the panties from my mouth and had put them back on, regardless of the cold cum spots. 'What are you still doing here?' he asked. I looked up at him and batted my eyelashes like a girl might. 'Aren't we going to do it again?' I asked." "A couple of days later I was at home when the doorbell rang. I answered the door and Jeff was standing there. He had a big smile on his face. 'I brought you a present,' he said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pink 'Tuesday' panties. He handed them to me. 'You know what to do,' he said as he entered our apartment and went looking for my bedroom." "And so I quickly moved from Panty Thief to Panty Whore. Within a few weeks there were a number of boys who would show up at my door with their sister's lingerie. So much so that I began to assign values to the underwear. A pair of panties was worth a hand job; a matching panty-bra set or a nighty, skirt or blouse was worth a blowjob. But in order to qualify, the clothing had to be clean, in good condition and had to fit. Old worn out or ill-fitting underwear or outfits were I viewed as worthless. Some of the guys had brought me brand new lingerie; in fact, one guy took me to the mall and had me pick out whatever I wanted, although I was a little nervous someone would see us as we sat in his car in the parking lot, with his cock in my mouth." "By the time I was 16 I had quite a stash. Of course I had to keep getting new stuff to replace all of the old lingerie I had outgrown. I was still slim but I was know wearing a size 5 panty and a 34AA bra, but I kept some old favorites that had sentimental value to them, like the yellow pair of Becky's." "One day when I answered the door I saw Stuart Pope. He was really gross, he was fat with greasy hair and acne all over his forehead and chin. He was also regarded by me and my classmates as a moron. 'What do you want?' I asked coldly. 'I brought you a present,' he answered. 'I heard about you and what you do for presents,' he continued." "'I'm sorry, but I don't do that anymore,' I lied." "'That's too bad, because I brought you something I think you would really like,' he said as he handed me a brown paper grocery sack. I turned around and headed into the living room as Stuart let himself in. I opened the paper bag, looked inside and squealed with delight! I quickly dumped the bag's contents on the couch. Inside was a complete Girl Scout's uniform - light green blouse and skirt, and the dark green sash. There was even the brown cotton panties and brown knee socks. To top it off even the dark green beret was there. I knew Stuart's sister was a little overweight so even though she was younger than me I figured I could fit into the uniform without too much trouble." "'All right Stuart you're gonna get the best blowjob you'll ever have,' I said." "'No way,' he replied. He saw the questioning look on my face. "This is worth more than just a blowjob,' he continued." "'All right then, two BJ's- but that's as far as I go,' I countered." "'Nope," he said. 'You got my best offer; take it or leave it,' I replied. 'I'll leave it," he said as he started to pick up the uniform and put it back into the bag. 'Can I have the beret please?' he asked as looked at me. I hadn't even realized that I had put it on." "'Be reasonable, Stuart,' I pleaded. 'Give me what I want and you can keep the uniform,' he said. I've got to give him credit; for a moron, he was one tough negotiator. 'What do you want?' I asked." "He leaned closer to me with an ugly leer was on his face. 'I want a piece of that sweet ass of yours,' he said." "'You're out of your fucking mind!' I screamed. Other boys - sexier, hunkier boys- had wanted to screw me but I resisted them all. There was no way I was gonna give up my cherry to this toad!" "And I told him so. 'There's no way I'm gonna give up my cherry to you, you toad!'" "'You got my best offer - take it or leave it,' he smiled through his yellow teeth." "He had me over a barrel and he knew it. I desperately wanted the outfit. We sat in silence for what must have been ten minutes at least. Finally he handed the uniform back to me. 'Maybe you should try this on,' he said. I hung my head but I picked up the uniform and took it into my bedroom to try it on. The blouse fit nicely, but the skirt was just a little loose. I figured that with a safety pin or two it would fit fine." "I changed back into my other clothes, folded the uniform neatly and sat on my bed to think about it. My greed got the better of me." "'Alright, it's a deal,' I said as I went back into the living room. 'But there are some conditions. First, you better not tell anyone about this! You don't know how many guys have been after me and I don't want to be giving it up all the time. Second, this is your one and only time. I don't want to see you after this, ever. And finally, get cleaned up! Take a bath and wash that greasy hair. And wear some nice clothes,' I finished." "He got up to leave. 'Agreed,' he said. 'I'll be back in an hour,' he continued. 'Not today. My mother will be home from work soon. Come over tomorrow at 1:00," I said. He got a look on his face that looked like he thought I was lying to him." "'Don't worry, I'll be here,' I said to reassure him. 'And I'll be wearing this,' I said, holding up the uniform. He left and I went back to my bedroom to hide the uniform. I lay on the bed thinking about what I would be giving up, and to whom." "After a while I heard the front door open and my mother calling to me to help her with the groceries. 'Coming,' I said as I got off the bed. Luckily I looked in my dresser mirror - I still had the beret pinned to my hair! I pulled the bobby pins out and put the beret in my dresser drawer." "The next morning I woke up early but pretended to still be asleep as I listened to the sounds of my mother getting ready for work. I heard her sneeze a few times. Finally she came in to tell me she was leaving. She sneezed again and sniffled a little. She asked me to wash the dishes and I said I would." "I waited until about half an hour after she left to get up. I went into the bathroom and soaked in a nice, hot bubble bath. I shaved the little bit of stubble I had on my legs and under my arms. On a whim I got a pair of little scissors and trimmed my bush into a female 'V' shaped muff. 'In for a penny, in for a pound,' I thought." "I wrapped up in my mother's dressing gown (still too big for me) and had some breakfast. I put my dirty dishes into the sink with the other dishes. 'Plenty of time to wash these after the toad leaves,' I thought." "I went in to the living room and turned on the tube and watched game shows while I worked on my nails. At noon I switched off the TV and went in to get ready." "I put on the brown cotton briefs and the knee socks along with a plain white bra. I slipped in the small foam breast forms I had into the bra (thank God for flat chested little sisters). I went into the bathroom to do my makeup - just a little blush and some pale pink lipstick to match my nails. I wasn't that good with makeup yet, but I thought that this look would be perfect for a young girl anyway." "I put on my mother's pageboy wig and brushed it into shape. I slipped into the blouse, sash and skirt and stepped into a pair of brown penny loafers. I pinned the beret onto the wig. I looked into the mirror and saw a young girl looking back at me. I thought about Stuart again. 'I look too good for him,' I thought. Oh well, in just a little while it would all be over and then I would have this uniform for good." "Promptly at 1:00 the doorbell rang." "He actually looked pretty good, or, at least, as good as he could. He was dressed in a plaid sport shirt and a pair of slacks. His hair was clean and neatly combed for a change. He came in and handed me a small bunch of flowers. This was another first for me - no boy had ever given me flowers before. I'm not really sure why I did it but I leaned over and gave him a small kiss on his cheek. He smiled at me and told me how pretty I looked." "Soon we were on my bed. He laid beside me and kissed me and gently nibbled on my neck. I closed my eyes and imagined I was with Jeff, the boy who had first made me feel like a girl. But after a while I realized that Stuart knew what he was doing as I was getting more and more turned on. It must have been instinct or something because I couldn't imagine that a real girl would let him get to third base so quickly." "'Are you ready?' he asked. 'Yes, I guess so,' I answered. I lifted my butt off the bed as he reached under my skirt and lowered my panties. He pulled them off one leg and they remained bunched up around one ankle." "He then turned me over and put me on all fours. I shivered when he flipped the skirt up over my waist. He softly rubbed my ass. Suddenly I felt something cold and slick forced between my cheeks. 'What's that?' I asked worriedly. 'It's just a little something to make it easier for both of us,' he replied. He began working first one, then two and then three fingers into my bud. It felt really strange feeling something wriggling into me." "'Relax,' he said. I tried to relax as best I could because I figured that he seemed to know what he was doing anyway. He slowly pulled his fingers out of me. The next thing I knew he pulled my cheeks apart and began to put his cock into me. I cried out in pain and begged him to take it out. 'Relax, relax,' he kept saying. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him. I buried my face into the pillow and cried softly." "Suddenly I felt a 'pop' and Stuart groaned. I knew then that he had passed the last barrier and was embedded in me. I never felt so much pain in my life. I felt him pulling himself out of me and a feeling of relief overtook me. 'It's finally over,' I thought. "Of course it wasn't over yet. He pulled enough out of me but kept the head in. He then thrust forward again as hard as he could. I cried out again, and again when he repeated the action." "Soon he settled into a steady rhythm - in out, in out. I was fairly relaxed now and began to enjoy the feeling of being stuffed and pumped. He started calling me names - 'dirty slut' and 'dumb cunt' seemed to be his favorites. I thought back to my first blowjob I had given Jeff. I knew I should have been ashamed, but I wasn't. I knew now that I should have been ashamed that I was being taken as a woman would, and any hopes or dreams of impending masculinity were probably gone forever." "But I wasn't ashamed at all. I was enjoying myself too much. I regretted now that I had waited so long to lose my virginity. 'I could have been doing this for years now,' I thought to myself. I consoled myself with the thought that I would be doing this for many more years." "I felt Stuart start to pump frantically and I knew he was about to cum. Then the world crashed down around me." "'What the fuck is going on here!' I turned my head and froze as I saw my mother standing in the doorway. Why was she home now? She didn't usually come home until after six o'clock. I then remembered her sneezes and sniffles and realized that she probably left work early because she felt sick. Now I felt sick too - a different kind of sickness, though." "Stuart didn't freeze though. He had passed the point of no return and no force on earth, including a mother's wrath, could stop him from cumming. I felt jet after jet of his sperm fill me." "My mother ran over to the bed and started whacking Stuart on the back and head with her purse. One of her whacks broke the clasp on her purse and all of its contents started flying around the room. She kept on hitting Stuart until finally the strap on the purse broke. Stuart struggled back into his slacks and flew out the front door with my mother in pursuit. Meanwhile I just sat on my knees on the bed, with my face in the pillow and my ass in the air, with Stuart's cum running out of my hole and down my leg." "'I can explain, mother,' I said. She was sitting on the living room couch, blowing her nose into some tissue. I wasn't sure if she was blowing her nose due to her cold or to what she came home to find. I had changed back into my boy clothes and had washed the light makeup from my face." "'I can explain it, too,' she replied. 'You're a fag... a queer.' Her words stung me sharply. But I realized that I couldn't deny them any longer. "That night was very tense. She didn't talk to me at all during dinner or after we ate. About 10:00 I got ready for bed, brushing my teeth and slipping into my Pjs. As I was getting into the bed my mother called me to her room." "She was sitting on her bed completely naked. I was very surprised. 'Come here,' she said. As I walked over to her she pulled my hand up to her breast. 'This is a tit, and this is a nipple,' she said. "C'mon, squeeze it. Play with the nipple, it won't break," she continued. I did as she said, and was surprised again by the weight of her breast. I played with her nipple and watched in wonder as it hardened into a little nub. "'Now look here,' she said as she slipped a finger down by her vagina. She slowly spread her lips apart with the other hand. 'If you touch me here it will really make me feel good,' she said, guiding my fingers to her clitoris. I touched it gently and she moaned. I rubbed it a little more and she fell back onto the bed. 'OK, that's enough,' she said. 'Stand back a little and let me look at you,' she continued. I did as she said but I noticed a disappointed look on her face." "She sighed deeply and said 'Pick out a nighty for me to wear to bed tonight. Take your time, Billy. Find something nice.' I walked to her closet and looked over her many nightgowns. I finally chose a little royal blue babydoll style. I walked over to the bed and handed it to her. "'I hoped I would be wrong,' she said sadly. 'I let you play with my tits, let you finger fuck me and you showed no response. But just letting you paw through my lingerie gives you a boner,' I looked down and sure enough I was hard. In fact, the head of my cock was poking its way out of the fly between the two snaps that kept it shut." "'I know that you're at an age when sex is all you think about. But I always thought it would be with girls, not with boys while dressed like a girl,' she said. 'You are a fairy. Get out of my room and go to bed, Tinkerbell. Tomorrow I want you to box up all of your girl clothes. I want to look through them before I throw them away,' I hung my head and went to bed." "Things were never the same between my mother and myself." "To make matters worse, she evidently told her brother and sister about what happened because whenever the families got together I was shunned. No one ever said anything about what happened, but I had the feeling that I was definitely unwanted. One of my cousins threatened to beat me up if I got any of my 'Queer Cooties' on him. And things got worse at school. Stuart the Toad had evidently blabbed about what happened and I was picked on unmercifully that last year." "After I graduated High School my mother had me sign some papers. 'Congratulations,' she said as she folded the papers and slipped them into an envelope. You just joined the Marine Corps,' she added." "About a month later I found myself in South Carolina, sleeping in a barracks with about 40 other guys. I was tempted by a couple of them, but knew better than to try anything." "One of the guys had a porn mag and we passed it around the barracks. I didn't find much of anything interesting in it until I came across an interview with Marilyn Chambers, the porno actress. I remember she said something that really struck a chord in me - she said that if she lived her life the way her parents wanted her to, she would be at home watching television and masturbating. But she decided to live her life the way she wanted to. That's when I decided that's what I would do too." "So after I finished my hitch in the Marines I got a job and starting to go to tech school at nights. When I graduated I was able to get a better job and I spent most of my spare money on my female wardrobe." "I really envy you, Marcie. I would give anything to be like you - to be able to pass and to blend in without any trouble. Some of my friends like to look outrageous - way-out makeup and wigs, wearing clothes that would make a whore blush. They want to be noticed, to have people see them as queens. But I just want to blend in, just another girl walking down the street," he said sadly. "I look and act straight when I'm in public, but I'm just a little 'dumb cunt' - as Stuart called me - when I'm behind my closed doors. I go to gay clubs every now and then, but most of the men there are looking for other macho dudes, not for femme types like me. Although I have met some other 'sisters' there who introduced me to Crossroads." "What's Crossroads?" I asked. "It's basically a support group for TVs and their significant others. We usually talk about the issues for about ten minutes, and spend the rest of the time gossiping and talking about makeup, clothes and of course, boys," he laughed. "Every month we have a party and everybody, I mean everybody, gets laid. Even the wives love it because they get to hook up with a 'real man' for a night, and of course all of us 'girls' get banged too. Maybe you'd like to come to our next party," he added. I didn't realize how late it was, but I had to get up early the next morning to get to work. I said my goodbyes and told him that I would be in touch soon. He walked me to the door and gave me a deep kiss before he opened the door. "Thanks," he said as I walked into the hall. As I lay in my bed I couldn't help but think about Bill's story. I finally realized how lucky I had been to be supported by my whole family - mother, my aunts and cousins while I went through my changes. I just assumed that anyone in the same position would get the same support. I now knew differently. Tuesday evening finally arrived. I was ready for our romantic dinner a few minutes before Scott arrived. I was very surprised and very disappointed when I opened the door. Scott was there, but he was with another couple, Frank and Beverly Johnson. Both seemed to be in their forties; Frank was portly with a touch of gray in his hair. We wore a huge diamond ring and was smoking a cigar. I'm sure the shoes he was wearing would have cost me at least a week's pay. His wive Beverly was a tall, willowy blonde. Her clothes were as glamorous as her husband's were expensive. She had a professional makeup job. I'm sure that she spent most of the day at a beauty salon. But she had an easy smile and I found out later that she was very personable. But there was another woman there, too. She was medium height with small breasts and a thin waist. She was wearing a woman's black power suit and heels, with her dark hair pulled back tightly in a bun. Her look and demeanor reminded me of a head mistress in some strict girl's finishing school. Scott introduced the Johnsons. The other woman held out her hand to me. "I'm Barbara Polaski," she said. "Scott's fiancee," she added. I stood there with a look on my face that I might have had if I had been hit between the eyes with a brick. It turned out that since Scott has done such a bang-up job on the settlement case he was working on his big shot client and his wife were going to take us to dinner. "I'm sorry, Marcie," he said softly to me as he helped me into my coat. "I'll explain later," he added. I also felt a little embarrassed as I had decided to go braless and my nipples were sticking out beneath the camisole and semi-sheer blouse I was wearing. Barbara wrapped her paw around Scott's arm and turned her back to me. "Let's go, we're going to be late for our reservations," I heard her say as she walked down the hallway. The restaurant they took us to was very glamorous and very exclusive. We would never have been seated if it wasn't for Mr. Johnson's connections. There was even a small orchestra and a dance floor. We danced a little while waiting for our table to be ready. After we ordered Scott and I danced a slow number together. As much as I loved being in his strong arms with my head on his shoulder, I still felt devastated and betrayed. "I'm not really engaged, Marcie," he said. "Not yet, anyway," he added. "Somehow she must have found out about you and she high-tailed her ass here as quickly as she could," he finished. As he bent down to kiss me I could feel his stiff prick press into my belly. I really wished we were alone then. "You two look great on the dance floor," Beverly said. "A regular Fred and Ginger," she added. I got a frosty look from Barbara. "It's my turn," Barbara said, grabbing Scott's arm and leading him back to the floor. "Well this a little embarrassing," Frank said. "If I had known Scott had two girls hooked I would have invited my mistress too," he joked as Beverly rolled her eyes up. Beverly and I excused ourselves and went to the ladies' room. As we washed our hands she turned to me. "You look very tense," she said. "Are you alright?" "I just can't believe this," I replied. She came around me and put her hands gently around my neck and then began to massage my neck and upper shoulders. It felt heavenly. I almost asked her not to stop.