Tanya Finds A Girlfriend Part 4
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Panic set in instantly. Carlo's (for he had returned immediately) fingers
flew to his mouth in a shocked movement that was instinctively feminine -
though he was in no state of mind to appreciate it - as his mind raced
with a hundred panicky thoughts.
"Er, ..... Mrs Ver..., Tanya...., what...?"
His spluttering, hesitant reply was cut off abruptly.
"Look, Carlo, I've come quite a distance in this awful weather, on
Christmas Eve, to bring your Christmas present, I need you to let me in,
NOW!"
Tanya's reply was forceful, compelling. Carlo's mind raced some more as
he looked down at what he was wearing, and thought of his face, the make-
up he had carefully applied. He groped in desperation for a way out, a
solution.
"I'm so sorry, Tanya, it's very nice of you, but I'm naked, I was halfway
through a bath actually, it's really not possible unless you could come
back in maybe half an hour or so?"
He had almost whined, his voice climbing in pitch with nervousness
throughout the sentence.
"I most certainly will not go away to come back in half an hour, young
man! If you're worried I may see something I shouldn't then why don't you
buzz me in, and open your front door. You can skip off to finish whatever
it is you were doing, long before I can get inside your flat! I'll make
myself comfortable in your lounge. You have a lounge, or somewhere with a
comfortable seat I suppose?"
Carlo, his mind still a jumble, heart still pounding, couldn't think of
any adequate response.
"Well, all right then. But promise you won't peek or anything!"
"Well of course I won't peek, sweetie!" Tanya's voice softened noticeably.
"Sweetheart, I didn't mean to embarrass you, and I should have told you I
was coming, I know. Just go ahead and buzz me in and go and finish what
you were doing. Oh! You weren't planning on going out, or having people
around were you?"
Carlo watched his finger pushing the entry unlock button, as he answered.
"No, it's OK, I wasn't. The door opens straight onto the lounge, and you
can see the kitchen. Help yourself to coffee, I won't be too long." Carlo
spoke haltingly, trying hard not to show the blind panic he felt inside.
He was still in a state of shock, and wondering how on earth he was going
to get his hair back to 'normal' without washing it, as he scuttled off to
Carol's bedroom to discard everything he had spent the previous half hour
or so putting on.
Standing in front of the dresser, and looking at himself in the mirror as
he stooped to step out of the lycra dress and pull off his pretty mules,
he was trying to think of a way to sort his back-combed and heavily
lacquered hair.
"Well, look at you! You are really quite pretty, sweetie!"
Carlo spun round, spun back again when he realised how much more he was
revealing, and then stood still, his shoulders slumping as he tried to
gather his racing thoughts.
"You said you would stay in the lounge! Or the kitch.." he began,
reproachfully.
Again his protest was abruptly curtailed.
"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. The thought of you naked....,
but I didn't expect this...... No, that's not quite true. I did suspect
something. Let me explain."
Tanya walked into the room, and sat down on the end of the bed, taking
Carlo's hand as she did so, and gently pulling him to sit down beside her.
She appeared to be entirely unfazed by his appearance. He was still
wearing the lingerie he had so lovingly chosen a short time ago.
Brassiere, corset, panties, suspenders and fully-fashioned stockings. His
face still bore the makeup he had applied, although his mascara was
beginning to run from the tears that were welling in his eyes. His hair
was still a cloud of black, framing his face, and Tanya looked him
straight in the eye from disconcertingly close. As she began her
explanation, Carlo became fully aware of her appearance for the first
time.
She was wearing a severely black - but entirely transparent - full-sleeved
blouse, with puffed shoulders and long tight cuffs fastened with black
buttons - five on each - contrasting with the pale skin of her hands, with
their long, elegant crimson-tipped fingers. She surely had worn a coat, it
was cold outside, but there was no sign of it now. The blouse did nothing
to obscure the dark red long-line bra or corset top beneath, a garment
with what must be half cups, Carlo thought, to display so much of her
ravishing breasts. The wide belt he had seen before was nestling around
her trim waist, over a short and very tight black leather skirt, black
glossy tights (he wondered if they might be stockings) and gorgeous, very
high, black patent stilettos, very like a pair of Carol's. Her make up was
much more striking than he had seen before. A rich purple metallic eye
shadow blended to a creamy white just below her brows. God, she was good
at it! Her eyelashes, they had to be false, were almost an inch long and
heavy with mascara, the eyes themselves lined with smoky black kohl. Her
cheeks were accentuated with a hint of blusher over very pale make-up, and
her lips were richly crimson against her pale skin, looking entirely,
sparklingly liquid with their coating of heavy gloss. Her hair was teased
out in an expanse of loose chestnut waves, relieved by the sparkle of a
diamante (he presumed) cluster at each ear that matched the deep choker
that glittered around her neck. The effect overall was stunning, over-the-
top, like a dominatrix on a night out, Carlo thought. But God! SO sexy!
All this Carlo observed with a detached part of his mind. Detached from
the screamingly embarrassed remainder, that had his eyes welling with
tears, his skin awash with goosebumps, and his heart still generating
fast, shallow breathing. How did she not find this strange, how was she
not disgusted, repulsed, angry? He felt like the naughty boy he had been
when his mother caught him the first time, wearing her gorgeous new
panties. Now that had been something, he thought, distracted momentarily,
despite the stress of the situation he had found himself in.
Just like now.
"Carlo, what I'm about to tell you, you must never tell another soul. Do
you promise?"
Carlo mumbled, then answered, "Yes, I promise, Tanya." when she repeated
the question, quietly but forcibly, in a tone already becoming familiar.
"Carlo, I knew what you were the first moment I saw you." She continued.
"I knew exactly what you were. What you ARE". She corrected herself. "I
know all the signs. And feeling a suspender stud on your thigh only
confirmed my idea. It only proved what I already knew! You know how I
knew, sweetie? Do you?" Her probing voice prompted him to dumbly shake his
head, still in shock.
"My husband. Neil, my husband. He was like you, sweetie. He liked girls'
things. Pretty things". Her voice continued, rhythmically, hypnotically.
"He liked wearing them. Panties, stockings. Dresses, and makeup. Long
hair, long nails and pretty earrings. Just like you, sweetie!" she
continued, her fingers caressing his earlobe, and the gaudy clip-on
decoration it held.
Her fingers pulled at his head, through his still teased out hair. Pulled
his face to hers. His lips to hers. Her tongue greeted their arrival at
the glossy, and desirable destination. Carlo found his mouth, his lips,
teeth and gums, thoroughly caressed by a long and sinuously snaking
presence that immediately produced a yearning, aching hardness in his
tightening panties.
"God, you are fucking gorgeous!"
Carlo blushed involuntarily. She smiled at him, her hand still cupping his
chin as it had when she had gently broken away from their kiss. "Sorry,
sweetie, I don't normally use language like that, and I know you're not
used to it, but it's true."
"You're the one who's..... who's gorgeous." Carlo forced her hand to
relent, as he lowered his face from her stare, and mumbled down to his
stockinged legs.
"You started in the shop as a Saturday job, didn't you?" The sudden change
of tack left him bewildered as he answered.
"Yes, I was thirteen. Mummy said I had to help pay for all..." His voice
trailed away.
"Haha! Let me guess, for all the girlie things you wanted, and told her
about after she accepted your little 'hobby'? So how old when you started,
eh babe? Twelve? Ten?"
"God! Not ten!" Carlo snorted. Then, more quietly, "Caught me second or
third time, came home earlier than I thought."
"How old, honey?" Tanya murmured, stroking his hand.
"Twelve, nearly thirteen."
"Quite a lot of practice then. Continuous - I mean, did you ever give up,
throw everything out, vow 'Never again'?"
"No..... not really. Mummy didn't mind. Didn't mind at all. She helped
actually."
"Mummy helped? Really? Hmmm, but how much could she help? Now, if you
wanted ME to help......"
Tanya's hand stroked his nylon-covered thigh at this point, the long red-
taloned fingers tracing patterns on the moir? grids formed by the flexing
super fine weave beneath them.
"'Cos I could, babe, I really could. Y'see, Tanya knows what you want. In
fact, I know what you want better than you do...... Would you like Tanya
to help you find what you want, honey?
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