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Preface This is, of course, the sequel to My Journey, a story I wrote back in October of 2004. You should probably read that story first (if you haven't already), to get the proper context for what follows. In the postscript to that story, I mentioned that I only wanted to write a sequel if it was going to be fresh, offbeat and original, and to be honest I don't think the following story really qualifies, and, barring a few plot twists, it's essentially pretty straightforward. In fact, apart from the fairly explicit sex, it actually reads a little like a transgender Harlequin Romance(tm). Let's face it, I'm an incurable romantic. Oh well. Hope you enjoy it anyway... My Journey... Continues I slept late the next day. I awoke languorously, and thought back dreamily to the night before. I savored the memory of Ken taking me in his arms and kissing me, and basked in the recollection. I reached down and found that I was hard. There was some pressure in my bladder, but it was not unbearable, so I lay there and drowsed for a while, snuggled up in my prettiest nightie and replayed the kiss in my mind again and again. I became harder still, and after a few minutes I reached into my night table and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. I drizzled some on my hand, and brought myself to orgasm, fantasizing that it was Ken's firm cock I was stroking. I lazed for a few minutes, then got up and wandered into the bathroom to pee and examine myself in the mirror. I fluffed my hair and wondered, is it my imagination, or am I looking more feminine, even without makeup? Standing there, in my pretty nightie, and tousled locks, I definitely looked more like a girl than ever, certainly like not a boy in a girl's clothes. I discovered that the thought both puzzled and excited me. I made my way into the kitchen and poured myself some coffee. Mom was already up, and I was mildly surprised to see it was after ten. I felt like I'd only been asleep for a couple of hours! "Good morning, sleepyhead," she began with a sly smile, "So tell me, how was the dance last night?" "Oh," I shrugged, trying to seem noncommittal, "It was nice. I had fun." In spite of myself, I could feel a flush rising to my cheeks. "Uh huh," she replied, not fooled at all, "I can tell by your face. How did you enjoy going on a date as a girl?" I gave up trying to keep the smile off my face. "Well..." I blushed deeper, "I liked it! I had a great time! Ken's really nice!" I finished before I could stop myself. I found that I was quite shy about discussing this with her. She smiled but said nothing. Before the silence could become uncomfortable, the doorbell rang. Mom answered it, and in a moment I could hear Cynthia's voice. They emerged into the kitchen a few seconds later. "Hey there, date girl!" Cynthia exclaimed, putting her arm around my waist, "How are you this morning? Did you have too much fun last night?" "No," I rejoined, still smiling sunnily, "Just the right amount!" "Isn't Ken the best? He's really sweet, isn't he? Not to mention handsome! And that bod!" she grinned conspiratorially at me. "Well..." I looked away guiltily, "Yeah, I guess so..." "You guess so," she scoffed, "Don't worry, I can tell by the look on your face. You LIKE him!" To my dismay I blushed furiously. "Uh huh," she nodded, "I thought so." Anxious to change the subject, I turned back to Mom. "Hey Mom," I began, "What would you think if I got my nails done at the salon? I mean, like... acrylic nails, you know... like Cynthia's?" I finished hesitantly. "Hmmm." She mused, "I don't know..." "Oh come on, Liz," Cynthia urged, "I think it's a great idea!" "They're not good for your natural nails, you know," Mom cautioned, "and you have to keep going back to get them filled as they grow out." "I know," I said earnestly, "But I have enough money, and, well... I really would like to have long nails!" "Well, sure," she said after a moment, "Why not?" "Great!" I gave her shoulder a quick squeeze, "Thanks!" "Want me to come along?" Cynthia asked. "No, that's okay, thanks. I'll be alright!" I downed a piece of toast and finished my coffee, then ran into the bathroom to shower. Back in my room, I slipped into bra and panties, then a tight pair of hip hugger jeans and a long sleeved tee, as it had turned cool overnight. I did my makeup and slipped in a pair of cute dangly earrings and a cluster of silver bangles onto my wrist. Then I donned my high heeled boots, grabbed my purse and headed out, stopping only to grab the car keys from Mom. "Thanks Mom!" I said, "See you two later!" "Have fun!" yelled Cynthia as I ran for the door. I remembered that Ken might call soon, so I grabbed my cell phone and slipped it in my purse. I felt excited as I drove to the mall. I glanced at my nails, still polished from the night before, and wondered what length I wanted. My mind strayed to Ken -- wondering if he would like them -- and then thought of this morning's erotic interlude, and blushed. Jessica, my previous manicurist, was at the front counter as I entered the salon. She recognized me immediately. "Well!" she exclaimed, grinning, "Look at you! You look gorgeous, honey! I guess we didn't need to worry about putting clear polish on you after all!" "Nah," I responded shyly, "I guess not!" "So what can we do for you today?" "Well, I was thinking about getting acrylic nails..." "Super idea, hon!" Jessica replied eagerly, "You'll love them, I promise! And I have a cancellation this morning, so I could take you now!" "Great!" I sat down at the manicure station, and Jessica began removing my nail polish with a cotton swab. She chattered away non-stop while she worked. "So," she began, "It looks like you've decided you don't mind looking like a girl after all! I remember when you were here before you looked so scared! You were so uptight and nervous about looking too feminine, and now look at you! Bra and everything! Gorgeous boots, too! Did you get them from Aldo? That's where I do most of my shoe shopping. I'm a total shoe- aholic, honey! You wouldn't BELIEVE how many shoes I own. I probably don't even know myself... And of course nails, my other passion... I must have a hundred bottles of nail polish. And I bet half of them are all dried up..." On she went, chatting happily away, hopping from topic to topic like a bird flitting from branch to branch. My contributions consisted mainly of, "Really?" and "Oh my!" and "Awesome!" Then she said, "Oh and did I tell you? Oh, of course I didn't tell you! I haven't seen you since that first time! Well! I'm dating a firefighter! We just met two weeks ago, but we're hot and heavy, let me tell you! He's so nice, and sweet, and what a body! I tell you, the boy is ripped! And the SEX....! She sighed happily. Then she said, "So how about you? Any cuties in your life right now?" The question took me completely by surprise, and when I recovered I began to blush -- as I half expected I would. It didn't go unnoticed. "Oooh! She's blushing!" Jessica said excitedly, "So there IS someone! Come on honey! Tell me all about him!" "How come you're so sure it's a 'him'?" I asked, a little annoyed that she'd made me blush... and then called attention to it! "Oh!" she exclaimed, "I... oh my God! I'm sorry... I just... well..." She looked suitably discomfited, so I decided to let her off the hook. "Oh okay, Jessica," I confessed, "Okay, yes, you're right... it's a guy..." "Alright!" she squealed, "Tell me ALL about him!" I gave her a compressed account of how Ken and I met just the previous day, his asking me out, and the dance. "So, what's he like?" she pressed, eagerly, "What's he look like? Is he cute?" Try as I might, I couldn't keep a smug smile off my face. I decided that it would be fun to talk girl talk with Jessica, and my embarrassment faded away as quickly as it appeared. And after all, I'd never really had a "girl talk" before! "Yeah," I replied, smiling, "He IS really nice. He was a real gentleman last night... And yes, he's definitely cute!" "So did you kiss?" "Hey!" I replied in mock astonishment, "I'm not the type to kiss and tell!" then grinned conspiratorially, "Oh yes, we definitely kissed!" "How was it?" she asked in a stage whisper, "Is he a good kisser?" "Well, I admit I don't have much to go by... but yeah! It was awesome!" "Are you going to see him again? Wait! Are you getting these nails for him? Cool!" "Well, really I'm just getting them cuz I want them, but yeah, it's partly because I think he'll like them! And yeah, I'm seeing him again later today!" "Alright!" The process took about two hours, and we talked non-stop. At the end, I had gorgeous long nails, about the same length as Cynthia's. "Okay hon!" Jessica said brightly, "Let's settle up now, and then you can choose some pretty polish for your beau tonight!" I chose a frosted strawberry pink. I wanted something pretty and feminine, but not too in-your-face. "Good choice!" Jessica commented, "I think that'll look great with your skin tone!" I sat for a few minutes waiting for my nails to dry, then, "Jess..." I hesitated. "Yes hon?" "Well, I wanted to ask you for some advice..." "Of course!" "It's just that... well, I've never dated a guy before... I guess I'm a little nervous. I'm not sure I'll k now what to do. Or when, for that matter." "Really?" she said, eyes wide, "You've never dated a guy?" "Really" I confirmed. "Wow, honey! I'm surprised... Well, anyway. Do you like him?" "Yes. I do." "Does he like you?" "Yeah, I think he does!" "And does he treat you good?" "Well, it's a little early to tell but, yeah, he has so far!" "Chris honey, in that case, I don't think you have anything to worry about. Trust me. You'll know what's right. And you'll know the right time, too. Just relax, go with the flow, and be yourself. Do what comes naturally. If it's meant to be, it'll be. I really believe that. You look great; you don't have anything to worry about in that department. And I know that when the time comes to... you know, move the relationship forward, you'll know it, and you'll be just fine!" "Oh Jess, that's the best advice I've had in ages. Thank you so much," I gushed, "You're the best!" We hugged our goodbyes and as I was leaving she called, "Come back and let me know how things went tonight! I'm working Monday, so drop by and we'll have coffee!" I wandered through the mall for a while, looking at clothes, shoes and jewelry. I could barely take my eyes off my new nails. They're so sexy! I thought excitedly. Then my phone rang. I frantically dug it out of my purse and answered it. "Hello?" "Hi Christine!" said a voice, "It's Ken." My heart leapt to my mouth. "Hi!" I said a little breathlessly, "How are you?" "I'm great!" he replied, and I could tell he was smiling into the phone, "How are YOU? Not too hung over I hope?" "No, not at all," I replied, "In fact I'm over at the mall." "Cool!" he said, "Are you still into getting together?" "You KNOW it!" I found myself smiling back at the handset, "Name the time!" "Well, actually, I was wondering..." he hesitated. "Yes?" "Well, you know Beth has invited us up to her family's cottage for a last weekend on the lake before the snow flies. I was wondering if you wanted to go." "Wow! I'm a little... nervous. I'd be under some pretty close scrutiny, don't you think? Do you think the girls will be bringing bathing suits? I don't know if I could pass if I was wearing one... You know..." "I think it's gotten a little too cool for that," he replied, "And as for passing 'close scrutiny' I don't think you have to worry about that! Remember the dance? You passed with flying colors there!" I thought for a few moments. "What do you think I should wear?" "Just wear whatever's comfortable for you. So, you want to go?" "Oh what the hell. Sure! Let's!" "Alright! Pick you up in an half an hour?" he sounded excited. "See you then!" I hung up and hurried to the car. On the way home, I kept getting distracted by the sight of my nails on the steering wheel. I almost rear-ended another car at a stop light! Back home, I ran to the bedroom and began going through my closet looking for something to wear. What will the other girls be wearing? I wondered. The day had warmed up somewhat, but the breeze was still chilly, so I decided to stick with my jeans. I swapped my long-sleeved tee for a cute tank top and wore shorty jean jacket over. I traded my danglies for a pair of large silver hoops, pulled my hair back into a ponytail at the crown of my head using a black velvet scrunchie, and freshened my lipstick. Mom was out somewhere, probably with Cynthia, so I scribbled a quick note and left it on the kitchen table. I paced impatiently by the door for a few moments, then went back into the kitchen and rummaged in the fridge until I found a bottle of white wine. I figured it would only be polite to take something with us. Then the doorbell rang, and my heart flew into my mouth. I answered it. "Ready?" Ken asked breathlessly, "Let's go!" I grabbed my purse, stuffed the wine into a plastic bag, and followed him out to the car. "You look great, by the way!" he commented with a grin as he buckled up, "Love those jeans!" "Thanks!" I replied, grinning back at him, "You're looking pretty scrumptious yourself!" He was, too, in a pair of faded boot-cut jeans, cowboy boots and a denim shirt over a white tee. His hair had been freshly washed, and fell in a boyish lock over his forehead. My heart picked up the pace as I gazed at him. As we turned onto the on-ramp for the highway that led out of town to the north, we talked about the dance the night before. Unexpectedly shy in his presence, I chatted about the band, the music, the people we'd met, and speculated on who might be at the cottage when we arrived. I avoided talking about the romantic conclusion to our evening. I think Ken felt the same way. An hour or so later, we turned off the highway onto the dirt road that led to Beth's cottage, and I felt my nervousness reassert itself. Eek! Too late to back out now, I thought. Presently we saw flashes of water through the trees, and emerged into a grassy clearing bordered by several large cottages. The cottage farthest to the right, a beautiful wooden A-frame, showed signs of much activity. On a large sundeck that extended toward the water there were about a dozen people, many of whom were clutching glasses or beer bottles. More were down at the shore, and still more were visible inside the cottage through the tall windows that gazed out toward the lake. We parked and walked down the short graveled path to the cottage; as we did so, Ken took my hand. I smiled shyly at him. Shouts of greeting came from the crowd on the deck, and we climbed the stairs to join the throng. Beth emerged and hugged us both. "I'm really glad you guys could make it!" she enthused, "Did you bring bathing suits? Believe it or not, the water is still not too bad! Whadya want to drink? We got beer, wine, booze, you name it." I accepted a wine cooler and Ken popped the top off a frosty beer from a large well-stocked cooler. We sat, scrunched together, on the only seating still available, a small plastic love-seat next to the railing. We were spotted almost immediately by Jeff, whom I had met and danced with the night before. He came over, smiling. "Hey you two!" he boomed, "Ken! Howzit hangin'? Hi Christine! Glad you could come. So," he continued, "It looks like you guys are hitting it off..." I smiled non-committally, but Ken replied, "Yep, Christine's my girl." Wow, I thought, and my heart fluttered a little, does he really mean that? Or is he just saying that to keep the wolves at bay? "Lucky bastard!" Jeff responded, "It's Philly all over again!" "Oh gimme a break!" Ken scoffed, punching Jeff in the arm, "You told me you weren't interested!" "I was just being polite." Jeff rejoined, "But you definitely didn't need any encouragement!" "What's this all about?" I asked. "Oh, we were at this conference in Philadelphia during first year," Jeff snorted, "and at this party we both had the hots for the same chick. Guess who disappeared with her while I was talking to someone else?" "Hey, you snooze, you lose." Ken said with a crooked smile. "And now here you are with the cutest girl at the party!" Jeff exclaimed, grinning at me. I felt myself blush. "Well, thank you!" I responded. "Let's go down to the water," Ken suggested, again taking my hand. We descended the wooden steps from the deck that led toward the rocky shoreline below the cottage. "I thought you'd probably had enough of that," he commented wryly. "Oh, I don't know," I said airily, "I kind of liked his compliments!" "Uh huh," he grunted, "I'm not sure that I did..." Though a cool breeze was blowing off the water, the sun still felt hot. We joined a group that was lounging on deck chairs at the end of the dock and exchanged greetings, but since there were no free chairs, we sat on the edge of the dock, with our feet dangling toward the dark water. We sat in silence for a while; Ken tossed a few pebbles into the water and we watched as small fish darted toward them to see if they were food. Then a quartet of guys and girls I didn't recognize ran down the dock toward us, dressed in bathing suits, and hand in hand with loud screams, jumped straight into the water, soaking us with their splashes. "Shit!" I yelled, "Damn, that's cold!" "Oh, sorry!" one of them called back to us when she surfaced. Beth, who was on the shore by the end of the dock, walked out towards us. "Wow! You guys are soaked! Do you want some dry clothes? I can probably find some inside." The thought of undressing, even in private, made me nervous, even though I knew I was just being paranoid. What if someone walked in at the 'wrong moment?' "Oohh, that's okay," I dissembled, "I'll probably dry out in a few minutes... No biggie." "Are you sure?" she pressed, "The air's kinda cool... Well, whatever. But hey, if you decide you want to get REALLY wet and go swimming, let me know. I bet I can find bathing suits for you." She grinned and touched my arm, then walked over to the other group. "Hey you guys!" heard her shout, "Who's up for a swim?" Ken grinned at me. "Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind seeing you in some sexy bikini!" he leered. "Uh, I don't think so!" I retorted. Then in an undertone, "I don't want to chance it... What if someone notices... something?" "Awww... well, okay," he pouted, then, "So, you want to go for a walk? We could head up the road a ways. I think it goes out onto that point of land over there. We could get a pretty good view of the whole lake." "Sure!" I smiled, "Let's go!" We strolled up the driveway and turned down the narrow dirt road that led farther along the shoreline toward more cottages. Late in the season as it was, there wasn't a trace of mosquitoes, the air was fresh and pleasantly cool, and the maple trees that lined the road blazed with color. We ambled side by side for a minute or so in companionable silence, then he took my hand. I glanced at him, and he turned to look at me as we walked. "So..." he began. "Mmm?" "So, how are you doing? Nervous at all? You seem pretty relaxed..." "I think in general I'm okay," I responded after a moment's thought, "I'm feeling pretty good right now, although if I let it, my mind races ahead to all the things that could go wrong... or at least, things that could get awkward. Like when Beth wanted to offer me a change of clothes. All I could think of was, what if someone walked in just at the wrong moment? I know that's silly; the chances are pretty slim, but still... And the bathing suit thing... I would definitely worry that something would show... like, you know... a bulge where there shouldn't be one." I grinned a little self-consciously, "That would totally make me nervous. I wouldn't be able to relax until I was back in my clothes again." "Yeah, I can understand that," he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "I also meant, how are you feeling about... well, me? Us. Like, for example, are you okay with me holding your hand?" I was silent for a few moments. "Well," I began, "I'd be lying if I said that I was completely relaxed about... us... It's all so new. I mean... honestly, Ken, this time last year, if someone had told me that today I'd be up here, dressed as a girl and walking hand in hand with a boy, I would have flipped out, and probably punched him! Really. But..." I hesitated, feeling unexpectedly reticent, "Well, to be honest, it feels kind of nice. I guess the truth is that there was always a part me that... that wanted to be a girl, or at least try it out. I just never admitted it to myself. And," I continued, "Being with a guy is part of what being a girl is all about!" I hesitated again, screwing up my courage, "And... and I really do like you..." I found myself blushing furiously, "I... well, you're really nice..." By this time we had emerged onto the point of land that extended from between two cottages out to a public boat launch. Ken turned to face me and put his arms around my waist. "I think you're really nice, too," he said softly, and leaned toward me. His lips touched mine briefly, and my heart raced. We gazed into each other's eyes for some moments, then kissed again more earnestly. A drunken cheer rose faintly from the direction of the cottage dock. We turned and saw a bunch of revelers waving at us. "Get a room, you two!" someone yelled. A shout of laughter followed this. Ken and I grinned self-consciously at each other. "Jealous!" Ken yelled back. We walked back along the road to the cottage and joined the group on the deck. Despite the fact that I'd only had a couple of glasses of wine, I found that I felt a little tipsy. The noise level had increased substantially, and speakers on the cottage wall blared forth rock music. Darkness came quickly. The barbeque was lit, and presently everyone was munching hotdogs or hamburgers. After dinner, the party moved to the beach, where a large pile of wood was ignited, and soon everyone was sitting in a large circle around a blazing bonfire. A couple of guys produced guitars and began to play and sing. Although I could play guitar myself, more or less, I realized that it would be pointless to try with half inch long talons. The party quieted somewhat, and soon everyone was singing along. I sat next to Ken, and kept my voice fairly low. I was pretty confident with my ability to keep my voice in a feminine register while talking, but I was afraid that my singing voice might give me away. Some time later, I headed up to the cottage to get Ken a beer and another glass of wine for myself. As I rummaged in the fridge, I heard someone come in behind me. It was Erin, a girl whom I knew slightly, since she was the older sister of a friend from school. I felt a twinge of disquiet, but I smiled and said hi. "Hi Chris," she responded, looking keenly at me and smiling slightly. I poured some wine into my glass. "Well!" she continued, "I gotta say, honey, you're looking fabulous!" My heart flew to my mouth, but I tried to keep my features neutral. Play dumb, play dumb! I thought frantically. "Thanks," I said briefly, and made for the door. "I thought it was you," she went on, "Soon as you arrived." "I don't know what you mean," I said, somewhat tremulously. "Oh, don't worry hon," she waved her hand, "I won't blow your cover. I just wanted to let you know that I recognized you, and I thought you looked great." "What do you mean?" I said, still playing dumb. "Come on, Chris," she said shortly, "I know it's you. Dave's friend." Dave was her younger brother. Shit! "Oh God, Erin," I breathed, abandoning all pretense, "Look, please don't say anything to anyone!" "Don't worry," she repeated, grinning slyly, "I can keep a secret... But you definitely make a better girl than a boy!" "You won't tell Dave, will you?" "Hmmmm. Dave eh?... Well, what's in it for me?" she asked, still grinning. "PLEASE!" "Welllll," she drawled, teasingly, "I GUESS not...Not if you don't WANT me to..." "God! Of course I don't want you to! Look, Erin... okay, you recognized me, but... shit, if anyone else found out..." "Okay, okay!" she said, holding up a hand, "Look, I PROMISE I won't tell anyone, alright? I was just messing with you. Jeez. Chill, honey." "Thanks, Erin!" I said, my heart still racing. "It would be pretty embarrassing if anyone found out..." "Don't sweat it, dude... or should that be dudette?" I made for the door, my hand shaking so violently that I spilled some of my wine. "So, Chrissie, wait a sec..." she called after me. I turned. "I've got a ton of questions," she went on, "Like, how long have you been doing this?" "Well, all summer, I guess," I replied. "So you like being a girl?" "Yeah, I guess I do." "And you've even got a boyfriend, too!" she continued, grinning, "We all saw you two playing tongue tag over on the point! You're really getting into this, aren't you?" "I suppose I am," I was still trying to calm myself down; "It's been a bit of a whirlwind, though. It's all still pretty new." "Well Chrissie," she said, putting an arm around my shoulders, "Welcome to our team!" We walked back down to the fire together, and as we emerged onto the beach she touched my arm and said in an undertone, "We'll talk more later, okay? It's fascinating." I sat down beside Ken, who looked at me with some astonishment and asked, "Are you okay? You look a little freaked out!" "Tell you later..." I took several deep breaths, trying to bring my pulse back to normal. Whew! That was scary! The party went late. As it broke up around two AM, one of the girls, Sarah, I remembered her name was, announced, "Okay everyone! Next weekend, it's MY turn! Everyone's invited up to our chalet at Blue Mountain for a START-of-season party! Skiing season is just around the corner, so let's kick it off in style. And there's tons of room, so if anyone wants to stay over, that's cool with me!" This announcement was greeted with cheers. Everyone chimed in with "We'll be there!" "Oh yeah! Party time!" "See you then!" "Want to go?" Ken asked. "Sure!" I replied, "Sounds like fun." We walked back to the car and climbed in. "You okay to drive?" I asked. "Sure," he said, "My last beer was hours ago." We drove down the road and onto the highway. I discovered that I was exhausted, and snuggled down into the seat and closed my eyes. The next thing I knew, Ken was shaking me gently. "We're here," he said, "Time to wake up..." "Oh god, I'm sorry Ken," I yawned, "I just passed out, didn't I?" "No problem, babe," he grinned, "You looked so sweet, lying there asleep." We kissed and said goodnight, and I stumbled down the path to the front door. -- I was late to work the next day, my head feeling like it had been stuffed with cotton. Shayla greeted me with, "Well, you look like you had too much fun this weekend!" "Ooohhh," I moaned, "Way too much. I just wanna sleep!" "Well, tell me all about it at break, okay?" "Sure." "Hey, let's see your nails," she said. I held them out. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "Those are some major claws, honey! Sex-eeee!" I sat at my desk, but I found it hard to focus on work. It wasn't so much the wine -- I didn't really drink that much -- but the lack of sleep, and the cascade of thoughts in my head from the events of the previous day. I thought some more about what it was like to kiss Ken, and then my mind went back to Erin, and her revelation. I still felt uneasy, despite her reassurances. I downed a couple of quick cups of coffee, and tried to focus on work, but the day dragged by. I found myself missing Ken, and wondered what he was doing. I thought with some excitement about the following weekend, and the party up at Sarah's chalet at a popular local ski area. The day continued to creep by, and when I arrived home I scrounged up some dinner, dozed in front of the TV for a while, then went to bed by nine. The following day I felt a lot better, but it still seemed interminably long. That evening, Mom and I went out for dinner. She seemed in a great mood, almost bubbly. She grinned at me over our salads. "Well Christine," she said, emphasizing the second syllable slightly, "I must say I am enjoying having a girl around the house." This remark seemed singularly unanswerable, so I just said, "Cool." I reflected. I couldn't remember the last time Mom had seen me in boy's clothes; in fact, I could barely remember the last time I even WORE boy's clothes. Here I was, sitting in a restaurant in plain view, wearing a short dress and high heels, and it felt completely natural and comfortable. The last traces of my nervousness at being 'read' were long gone. "Yes," she went on, "And you really seem to like it too, don't you?" "I guess I do." She paused. "I suppose you know that that was our plan all along, Cynthia and me. Getting you into feminine clothes, getting you to be more and more feminine, bit by bit." "Yes Mom," I said wryly, "I figured it out." "You know, you probably don't remember, but when you were little, you played a lot with Sally next door..." "I remember." "But I'll bet you don't remember her dress-up trunk, do you? It was full of all kinds of costumes. There were a few boy costumes, policeman, cowboy, fireman, that kind of thing, but you always chose the girl ones to wear. The princess costume, the Wonder Woman costume, the Barbie costumes, the cow-GIRL costume..." "No. I don't remember that." "Well, you did. I caught you clumping about in my high heels more than once, too. It was your Dad who put a stop to it. He hated it, and made sure you knew in no uncertain terms. He shamed you out of it. But I remembered, and I always thought that one day I would see if I could revive those feelings, and then just see what happened. I always wanted a daughter, you know..." I thought about this, while our main course arrived. I couldn't decide whether to be pleased or pissed off. It felt a little weird to be manipulated like that, but then... but then, I WAS pretty happy these days. It felt good to be a girl! I was proud of my femininity, and proud of my looks. I knew that I was pretty, and if I was honest with myself, I felt... EMPOWERED, in a way that I never felt as a boy. As a boy, I'd always felt nondescript, invisible, inconsequential. As a girl, I felt confident, sexy, and...well, empowered. I had friends who liked me, including everyone at work, and then there was Ken... I was quiet for a while, eating and thinking more on this revelation. A lot of things that I had been wondering about suddenly fell into place. I wondered where the future might lead. Things were good, generally. I had a job I liked, new friends and co-workers I liked, and I wasn't overly bothered by the fact that many of those friends were unaware of my true gender. It was true that, if anyone ever "outed" me -- my thoughts went immediately to Erin -- things could probably get ugly in a hurry, but if I was careful... We finished our dinner and drove home without any real resolution to the conversation. If Mom noticed my introspection on the way, she didn't say anything. Wednesday morning I noticed Shayla and Janice sitting in Cynthia's office and chatting animatedly. Some time later, Shayla came over to my desk with a cup of coffee and plopped down in the chair next to me. "So!" she began without preamble, "Cynthia mentioned that you have a boyfriend! You never said anything about him... Not the kind to kiss and tell, huh?" She was grinning at me, but I observed that she seemed a little edgy. This remark made me distinctly uncomfortable, for reasons I wasn't exactly sure of. "Well," I began, then hesitated, wondering just what I ought to say, "Well, there is this guy, Ken... We went out twice on the weekend. But we've only just met. I wouldn't exactly call him a boyfriend..." "Oh come on, Chris!" she urged, "Give me the whole story... What kind of a date was it?" "That IS the whole story," I replied, feeling for some reason that I should minimize things, "He's actually someone that Cynthia knows. He asked me to this dance on Saturday, and Sunday we went up to a friend's cottage. That's about it." "Is he nice?" she pressed. "Sure he's nice," I replied, "We've spent a little time together, but gee, haven't even known him a week yet!" Just then Janice strolled over. "Hey! Are you quizzing Christine about her new beau?" she asked Shayla, then turned to me, "Come on, girl, spill! Give us all the details!" "There ARE no details!" I insisted, "We've been out twice, on the weekend, and that's it!" My discomfort level was increasing by leaps and bounds, and I still wasn't sure why. "We're really just friends... you know, hanging out together." This last was pretty much a lie, especially in light of the fact that Ken and I had kissed several times, but I was feeling more and more like I had to defuse the conversation. "Well, okay honey," Janice remarked, "But any time you need advice about men, just come to me. Believe me, I could write the book!" She glanced at my hands. "Love the nails, by the way. They look awesome!" With coffee break over, she and Shayla returned to their desks, and I sat for a while and pondered why I'd felt so uncomfortable discussing Ken with them. I remembered that, back when I was still a boy (or more or less a boy, anyway) and Shayla and I were becoming friends, it had occurred to me more than once that she and I might somehow become... MORE than friends. Was that it? Was I feeling some guilt over the fact that I was now with Ken instead of her? Did she feel the same way? She HAD seemed a little tense... With these thoughts still rolling around in my head, I somehow made it through the rest of the morning, and went out to lunch by myself, still wrapped in my own thoughts. The last few days had been a tumult of changes and revelations. Not only was I living, for the time being at least, full time as a girl, (and being accepted as such by everyone) I suddenly had a boy who was interested in me... and vice versa. Then there were my Mother's revelations the previous evening... Apparently, when I was little I gravitated to girl's clothes. But my Dad had put a stop to it... so thoroughly that the memory of it had completely vanished, The memory, but not the feelings, it seems; just deeply buried. It took Mom and Cynthia's collusion to bring them to the surface again, for better or worse. For better, it seemed, at least for now... And what about Shayla? My lunch salad sat heavily in my stomach at the thought that I might inadvertently have hurt her. Should I ask her about it? Should I pretend nothing's wrong? God! This was all getting to be too much in too short a time. And what about Ken and me kissing? What about my erotic fantasy Sunday morning? Where was all THAT going to lead? I guess that makes me gay, doesn't it? But I don't FEEL gay... I feel like a girl with her boyfriend. God, it's so complicated! I thought about the weekend ahead, and a flutter of excitement stirred in me, but it wasn't enough to lighten my mood. Practically in a funk, I returned to the office and finished my day, hardly speaking to anyone. The following morning I was in a better mood. Ken and I had talked for an hour on the phone the night before, and although I didn't tell him about any of the things that were troubling me, just his cheerful demeanor and friendly chatter did much to lighten my frame of mind. With my better outlook, I was feeling in a femmy mood, so I wore a long, flowing skirt and flirty, sleeveless blouse with my hair up, and long, dangly earrings. I'd redone my nails the night before, a rich velvety brownish red, and wore lipstick to match. I felt pretty. It seemed that by then everyone in the office had heard about Ken and me, and there was a little good-natured teasing. During break, Simone and Jill joined me and Simone said, "So Chris, tell us all about this new guy in your life!" "There's not much to tell," I said, resorting to what was becoming my standard line, "Honestly. This friend of Cynthia's asked me out a couple of times, and that's about it." I felt a flush rise to my features (yet again!) as my mind flitted back to Sunday morning's erotic interlude. "Has he kissed you yet?" Simone asked slyly. "Well, yeah, a couple of times... you know... a kiss goodnight. That's about it..." (Liar liar! I chastised myself. Are my pants ACTUALLY on fire?) "Well, I think it's great," she replied, as if I'd gushed non-stop about him, "I'm happy for you, hon!" "So am I," Jill chimed in, "Be sure and keep us up-to-date!" "Oh, I will," I said. Shayla and I hardly spoke, the fact of which I was painfully aware. She was out of the office a lot, down in the records department or in meetings with some of the lawyers, or in Cynthia's office with the door closed, so it was certainly possible that she was simply too busy, but it weighed on my mind anyway. The following evening, as Mom and I lingered over our after-dinner tea, she looked at me and smiled. "So, you and Ken are going out again this weekend?" "Yeah," I replied, "We're going up to Blue Mountain, to a party at this friend's family's chalet. Remember?" "I do," she responded, "Does this mean that you and Ken are becoming... close?" "Well," I hesitated, still uncomfortable about talking to her about him, "I guess, maybe. He's nice. We had a good time together up at the cottage last weekend." "He is nice," she agreed, "I like him. He's very well mannered, polite, friendly... and he's good looking too, isn't he?" she concluded, smiling at me. "I suppose so," I murmured. "Well, I think he is," she was not to be thrown off, "In fact, I think he's quite the hunk!" God, Mom! I thought to myself, are you TRYING to embarrass me? "What did you two do, up at the cottage? Anything you feel like sharing?" Geez! I thought to myself, she's pumping me for information. She probably wants to know how far things have gone. Well, that's privileged information... "Oh, you know," I said, staring intently into my tea, "Just hung out with some people. I had a little wine, but not too much. There was a barbeque, and later on we had a bonfire down on the beach, and some guys played guitar and there was a bit of a sing-along." "Well, it sounds like a very nice time," she smiled. She was silent for a few moments, then said in a more serious tone, "Chris, I'm not trying to pry, really. I just want you to know that you can come to me for advice if you need to... Or, if you don't want to talk to me about it, you can go to Cynthia. I like Ken, I think he's a nice boy, and, well... You can come to me if you need to, that's all. You know, dating advice." My God, I thought, she's telling me it's okay for me to date a boy! I bet she expects us to become boyfriend and girlfriend. Well, no offense, Mom, but when it comes to asking for advice, I think I'd rather go to that crazy guy downtown who yells at street lamps than you.... Look how well you and Dad worked out. "Thanks Mom," I said, rising from the table, "But I'm okay, really." I went to my room, undressed and slipped into a nightie, then fell asleep on my bed watching a rerun of Sex and the City. -- Thursday and Friday dragged even worse than the previous three days. Cynthia, who no doubt had heard about my impending weekend, offered to give me Monday off, in exchange for all the hard work I had been doing, and I gladly accepted. By Thursday morning Shayla had returned to her usual bubbly self, but there seemed to be a subtle distance between us that was certainly new. She didn't ask about Ken again. We parted Friday afternoon after promising to get together some evening next week for an after-work coffee or drink, or perhaps even dinner, and get caught up. That evening I was antsy, anticipating the next day. Ken called to say that he was out with some of the guys from class, but promised to pick me up bright and early the following morning. He seemed excited, and my own excitement rose to mirror his. I re-did my nails and watched a movie, but I couldn't really focus on it, so around ten I went to bed. Saturday morning broke cool and misty. It had rained heavily the night before, and pools of water lay on the streets and sidewalks. I threw a change of clothes and a few other necessaries into a small overnight bag, thinking that we might spend the night at the chalet, then dressed in black tights, denim miniskirt, low cut black off-the-shoulder tee over a pink tank top, and black high heeled ankle boots. I put my hair in a pony tail with a barrette, put in some long, dangly silver earrings, and slipped my silver bangles onto my wrist, then began on my makeup. I did my eyes as if we were going out to a club, sultry eye shadow, eyeliner, and lots of mascara. I chose a cherry red lip gloss to match my nails, and threw it in my purse. Then, into the kitchen to down a quick bite of breakfast and cup of coffee, then paced impatiently, waiting for Ken to show up. Mom emerged in her dressing gown and noticed the overnight bag by the door. "Staying over?" she asked. "Well, Sarah said we could if we wanted to, and it's kind of a long way, so I thought I'd take some stuff with me, in case we were just too tired to drive back." Mom nodded, "Okay. Are you taking your cell? In case I need to call?" "Yeah. It's in my purse." "Well," she said, yawning and heading for the kitchen, "Have a great time. Call if you're going to be gone past Sunday..." "I will," I called after her, "But Ken has classes Monday, so I doubt it." Just then I saw Ken's car pull up, and I pulled on my denim jacket, grabbed my purse and bag and ran out the door. He jumped out and came around to my side of the car as I ran down the path and embraced me warmly. "Hey!" he said, grinning from ear to ear, "I've really missed you these past few days! I could barely concentrate on my classes." "I missed you too!" I said into his ear, and kissed his cheek. He responded by holding me tighter, and kissing me on the lips. "This is going to be big fun!" he enthused as he opened the passenger door for me, "I've been looking forward to it all week!" "Oh, me too!" I said, climbing in, "Let's go!" The mist had turned into fog, and the air was definitely cooler. Visibility was poor; we drove slowly up the highway toward the mountains. "Shit," he murmured, "It's going to take us ages unless this fog lifts." "Well, I don't care when we arrive," I replied, "It's just nice being together again. We can just relax and get there when we get there. I suppose everyone else is in the same boat." "True," he said. We stopped for coffee after about fifteen minutes, then continued up the highway. The fog stayed thick. "You know, Christine," he began, "I don't know if I've ever told you this before, but believe it or not, I've never been with anyone like you before. This is a totally new experience. All of my previous girlfriends have been... well, girls. Don't get me wrong!" he continued before I could say anything, "I really like you! I think you're amazing, and I love being with you. I just thought you should know that this is new to me, and... well, it's just new, that's all," he concluded lamely. "Well," I responded, "All of my boyfriends have been... non-existent. This is new to me too, Ken. But I feel the same way. I'm having a great time, and... and I'm looking forward to this weekend together..." "Good," he grinned over at me, "I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page, you know? I'm pretty comfortable with who I am, and I like trying new things. And I'm looking forward to this weekend too!" With that revelation, we seemed at last to completely relax in each other's company. We climbed higher into the mountains, conversing non- stop, while the air grew even cooler, and a thin rain began to fall. I almost didn't want to drive to end, but presently we saw huge billboards advertising the Blue Mountain ski area, and we turned off the highway and down a side road. The fog was even thicker up here, clinging to the trees and blowing in wisps across our path. We began passing signs for overflow parking, and presently we saw buildings and chairlift towers looming through the mist. The trees opened up into a huge clearing with parking lots on one side and a maze of condominiums on the other. We continued up the road past the base of the ski area, and turned down a short road with chalets on both sides. At the end of the road, a large, rambling stone and timber chalet stood to one side, several parked cars around it. "That must be the place," said Ken, pointing. We parked and walked hand in hand up to the stairs the led up to a wide timber balcony. I recognized Sarah and Bethany and their boyfriends, and a few others from the cottage party. "Hey, you two! Alright! Glad you could make it!" Sarah called when she saw us, "Hell of a drive though, huh?" We exchanged greetings with everyone, then sat together on a wooden bench to one side. Ken got us both beers from the cooler. We were among the first to arrive, probably because of the fog, but a few minutes later a couple more cars appeared and parked. With a small twinge of disquiet, I recognized Erin and her boyfriend. The other car contained Jeff, and two other guys I hadn't seen before. "Damn, it's getting colder out here," Beth commented, shivering, after more greetings were exchanged, "Let's head inside. Maybe we should get a fire going." "Fine by me," I said, "I'm freezing with just this jacket on. How about you?" I asked Ken. "Absolutely." We went inside and sat in the large, rustic living room while Beth began arranging kindling in the fireplace. The interior of the chalet was gorgeous, with huge wooden beams, log and stone walls, and a spiraling flight of stairs that led up to a balcony that overlooked the living room and kitchen. There looked to be at least four bedrooms upstairs, and a couple more guest rooms on the ground floor. As we sat and chatted, more couples arrived, someone put on some CDs, and presently the party was in full swing. Ken and I mingled and talked. I found myself in a circle of girls in the kitchen, talking excitedly about boys, movies, school, work, clothes, shoes, makeup, the topics came fast and furious. I felt completely accepted, liked, and even... even popular. I was asked for my opinion on clothes and shoes, advice on boyfriends, and got asked to a sleep over party two weekends away. I located the bathroom, peed and reapplied my lipstick, then Ken appeared beside me and asked if I wanted to get some fresh air. We left the noise and smoke behind and went out onto the deck. The light was fading, and the fog was as thick as ever. It seemed even colder, and I hugged my jacket tighter. Ken put his arm around me. "Having fun?" he asked. "Oh you know it!" I responded, smiling at him, "It's incredible, Ken. Everyone likes me! The girls all treat me like an old friend. Julie asked me for advice on whether or not she should break up with her boyfriend; someone else wanted to know what I thought of her dress. I just feel so... so accepted! It's so cool. I love it! I... I love being a girl!" "And you make a good one, babe!" he grinned. I was starting to get chilled, so we headed back inside. Erin materialized at my side. "Hey Christine," she said, taking my arm and steering me toward the kitchen, "Let's talk." "Talk?" I echoed, feeling suddenly apprehensive, "Talk about what?" "About you, silly!" she grinned, "I have lots of questions. Time to answer them." "Oh." She maneuvered me over to a corner. "So honey," she began, "Tell ,me. How did all this start? I mean, it wasn't that long ago that you were..." she looked around and lowered her voice, "you were dressed as a boy, hanging out with Dave and generally behaving like an obnoxious male teenager. And now... well, look at you. You're every inch a girl, aren't you, sweetie? So, what happened?" I had no idea how to begin, and I wasn't at all sure I wanted to share my history with Erin anyway. I decided to spin a somewhat fictionalized account of the last few months, with a completely fictional background. I told her that I'd always felt like a girl, that my mom had always supported me, that been dressing for years in private, and that I'd decided to come out publicly a few months ago. "And who all knows? She asked, "Does Ken know?" "Oh, of course Ken knows," I said, "He's known from the beginning." "I bet I'm the only other person here though, right?" "Yeah," "Are you going to get a sex change?" Surprisingly, until that moment it hadn't even occurred to me, and I was somewhat shocked by the idea. The thought of losing my penis made me want to cross my legs. "God. I don't know. I never really thought about it." "Are you worried about being discovered?" she paused, "Are you worried that I might tell somebody?" In fact, that's exactly what I was worried about, but I wasn't about to say so. I didn't want to give her that power over me. "Well, it's gone okay so far. Nobody suspects anything, I think. And you promised me you wouldn't tell, right?" "Uh huh..." she grunted noncommittally. I felt a slight twinge in my guts, and I wondered if she was thinking about blackmailing me or something. "Of course," I went on, hoping to give her something to think about, "If I was discovered, it would affect Ken too. And I bet he'd be pretty pissed off at whoever spilled the beans. And I sure wouldn't want to see him angry. He's got quite the temper." Of course, in reality I'd never seen Ken even mildly irritated, but I felt it was time to give her some well-deserved misinformation. "Hm. Well, don't worry, doll," she finished, "I won't tell anyone. We're friends, right? Hey! It'd be fun to go shopping with you some time. Maybe try on some sexy outfits! We could go to a bar some time, see who we can pick up..." By this time, I wasn't about to trust her as far as I could throw her, and I heartily wished I could get away back to Ken, where I figured I would feel safer. I was definitely getting a weird vibe from her, and it made me uncomfortable. But I put on a false smile and said, "Sure! That'd be great!" Erin began rummaging in the fridge for another beer, and I seized the opportunity to track down Ken and haul him outside for some fresh air and a moment of sanity. "I don't trust Erin," I said to him, without preamble, "She's acting all friendly and nice, but I just get this vibe from her like she's dying to tell someone about me and stir up some shit, just for fun. I hope I'm wrong, but..." Ken frowned. "Well, if she does, I'll be pretty pissed off. And she doesn't want to see me pissed off, believe me." I grinned at the similarity between Ken's remark and mine to Erin just a few minutes earlier. I'd totally made up my line about his temper, but maybe I was telling the truth after all, and not known it. Through the windows I could see several of the girls were in the kitchen putting together a pot-luck dinner. Ken and I walked down the steps and strolled along the grass toward the base of one of the ski hills. It was full dark by now, and to my surprise a few wet flakes landed on my nose and cheeks. "Hey, I think it's snowing!" I exclaimed. "Yeah!" Ken replied, looking upward, "It is! Cool!" We walked some more, and the few flakes increased into a definite, honest to goodness snowfall. The temperature was still above freezing and it melted as soon as it hit the ground, but the volume increased steadily as we walked. Presently we turned around and headed back. By the time we returned, thin layer of white had covered the steps and deck railings of the chalet. We headed inside and Ken shouted, "Hey, it's snowing!" Everyone rushed to the windows to look. "Holy shit, is it ever!" "Wow! Look at it!" "Yeah! Alright! Ski season!" "Skis? No way, man! Snowboards rule!" Several people ran out onto the deck and began scooping handfuls of wet snow from the railings and before long a full-blown snowball fight was in progress. Soon the food was ready and the crowd outside, by now half-soaked with wet snow, came in and we all sat by the fire and ate. But the snow obviously worried a few people, and soon afterward many of the couples said their goodbyes and headed home before the roads got too bad. "Anyone who wants to can stay here tonight," Sarah announced, "There's lots of room!" "Want to?" Ken asked me. "Sure," I agreed, "I brought a change of clothes." Half an hour later there were only about half a dozen of us left, sitting lazily around the fire and drinking hot spiced wine, soft jazz playing on the stereo. I felt drowsy and snuggled my head into the crook of Ken's shoulder, his arm around me. It felt delightful, warm and cozy. We chatted for a while, then Sarah suggested she show us to our rooms. We climbed the stairs to the balcony. "Here you go," Sarah said as she opened a door, "It's got a great view of the mountain; can't see it now of course, but in the morning... and there's even a private bathroom! Cool, huh?" It also had ONE bed, a queen, by the look of it. My pulse quickened. Was I ready for this? I realized that in my rush to leave that morning I hadn't packed a nightie or anything. Ken headed out to the car to get our bags, and I followed Sarah down the hall. "Hey, Sarah," I began, "I just realized, I didn't bring anything to wear to bed. Can I borrow something?" "Oooh, you want something to get Ken's motor running, I bet!" she grinned, "Well, I'm sure I can find you something!" I wasn't sure that was exactly what I had in mind, but I was too hesitant to say so, so I followed her to her bedroom. "How about this?" she asked, holding up a very pretty white satin and lace camisole. "Uh... sure. Okay, why not?" I took it, "Thanks, Sarah! See you in the morning!" Ken was already back in our room and digging around in his bag. He looked up at me and smiled, looking as nervous as I felt. I bunched the camisole up in my hand. "Hi. Nice big bed, huh?" he said, "Nice and... big." "Yeah, looks comfy." I wondered if he could hear the quiver in my voice. "Mind if I use the bathroom first?" he asked, "I won't be long, promise!" "Sure, you go ahead." I sat on the edge of the bed, fingering the camisole, and listened to him through the door, splashing water in the sink. I felt a little unwell, the food and spiced wine mingling uneasily in my stomach. Just nervous, I told myself. I mean, we're going to be sleeping in the same bed! The most we've done up to now is kiss and hold hands. What's going to happen? Ken emerged, naked to the waist. He smiled at me and said, "All yours!" As he bent over his bag, I couldn't help noticing his slim but well muscled physique, hairless chest, nice biceps, taut pecs and abs. A small flutter of excitement flared up to join my nervousness, and I felt an unmistakable stirring between my legs. With the camisole concealed in a towel, I went into the bathroom, taking my purse with me. I washed my face and hands in the sink, and then rummaged in my purse, extracting my makeup. I redid my eyes, stroking on new eye shadow and eyeliner, finishing with mascara, and then put on fresh lipstick. I tried on a couple of different pairs or earrings that I had with me, eventually settling on some pretty silver danglies, then removed my barrette and fluffed my hair with my fingers. I began wondering what I really WANTED to happen tonight, and my nervousness increased, but so did my excitement. It became difficult to tell the two sensations apart. I found myself stripping to bra and panties -- pleased that I wore pretty ones -- then I slipped the camisole over my head and straightened it, wishing I had some sexy shoes to wear as well. I took a deep breath, opened the door and returned to the bedroom. Ken was sitting up in bed, leaning back against the pillows. He smiled when he saw me. "God, you sure look pretty," he said admiringly. "Thanks," I smiled back. "No, not pretty, gorgeous!" "Well, thanks again." I started to climb in beside him. "No, sit here a minute," he said, patting the bed next to him, "I want to look at you some more before you climb in." I sat on the bed beside him and put my hand gently on his stomach. He reached up and stroked my hair. Then he sat up and leaned toward me. I closed my eyes and felt his lips on mine. His hand caressed my shoulder, then my arm, then strayed down to my chest, seeking the cups of my bra. My breathing became deeper, and I heard his speed up as well. Then he pulled the bedclothes down next to him, and I climbed in. His arms went around me and he pulled me to him. Our bodies pressed against one another. We kissed again more earnestly. Our tongues met, and I felt his steely hardness pressing against my thigh. I felt myself responding in kind. Then, with my heart pounding in my chest, I boldly reached down and took him in my hand, just as I had fantasized that Sunday morning. His cock felt wonderful, so soft, yet so hard! I held it for a few moments, then began to stroke, slowly, languorously. He moaned softly in response. Then he pushed the front of my panties down, and in a moment I felt his hand grasping me. He began stroking as well, and for a time we lay together, our lips locked, tongues entwined, caressing each other. Incredible sensations coursed through my body. The tips of the fingers of his other hand stole beneath my bra and began to tickle my nipples, sending little electric shocks through them. Tonight, I told myself, tonight, anything goes! Tonight, I'm Ken's girl. ALL his. I sat up and pushed him onto his back. Then, crouching over him, my hand still wrapped around his shaft, I leaned down and licked its tip, and felt it twitch in response. I ran my tongue around the head, then licked up and down the sensitive underside, from base to tip. He groaned. "Oh my God!" he breathed, "Oh my God, Christine... that feels incredible..." With an ecstatic sense of crossing over some sort of threshold, I took him in my mouth, slowly pumping first the tip, then deeper and deeper. I felt wanton, feminine, sexually charged. It was incredible! Presently, he whispered, "Ohhh, oh God, I'm really close!" I stopped and sat up, my hand still holding him. I grinned. "I don't want this to end yet, honey!" I do..." I climbed up next to him and felt his arms around me. He pulled me to him and held me tight. We kissed again and again. His hand sought me out again beneath my panties he and began to stroke, firmly, first slowly, then faster. I felt myself grow harder and harder. Then he stopped. "I want to be inside you," he whispered in my ear. "Oh my God," I whispered back, "Really?" "Oh yessss," he hissed, "That would be incredible..." I thought for a moment. "I don't have any lubricant. Do you?" "No..." he looked crestfallen, "And I suppose we ought to use a condom, too." "I guess," I responded, "Well, I suppose we could ask Sarah..." He chuckled. "Uh, I don't think I'm up for that," he said. "Well, you certainly are UP!" I said, giving his hardness a playful squeeze, "It doesn't matter, honey! There's still lots we can do!" We lay in each other's arms for a while, kissing passionately and grinding our hips together. Then, once again I crouched over him with my hand around his shaft, and took him in my mouth, reveling in the sensation. The sight of my long, polished nails on his cock was thrilling, and I felt my excitement rise again. I began sucking him slowly, while his back arched, and he moaned softly in rhythm to my movements. I saw that I'd left faint rings of lipstick on him, and the sight excited me still more. I increased my pace, and his moans became louder. I could taste his precum, and licked it away. Then his body stiffened. He caught his breath, thrust his hips upward and croaked, "Oh God... Oh God..." The first spurt of his cum splashed against the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, and moved my tongue to catch the next one. He spurted again and again, filling my mouth. I swallowed, thinking, not bad, not bad at all... a little gooey, but kind of nice! It seemed to go on and on, but at last he quieted and lay still. I stayed crouched over him, my mouth still on his shaft as the last of his cum leaked from its tip. I lapped it up and swallowed once more, then climbed up next to him. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight. "Oh my God, honey... That was... that was unbelievable..." he whispered, his eyes closed. We lay together and kissed gently for a time, our hands stroking each other's backs. Then he licked the palm of his hand and reached down to grasp me. He began to pump me, slowly and gently at first, then harder and faster. My body stiffened involuntarily, and I felt my breath coming in shallow gasps. I rolled onto my back and he leaned over me, pushing my bra aside and tonguing my nipples. I closed my eyes. I felt myself get harder and harder, my excitement rising like a tidal wave. I groaned and pushed my hips forward. Then the first wave of my orgasm crashed over me. I felt my first spurt land somewhere on my stomach, then lost all sense of time and space. Waves of ecstasy washed over me. Then at last, it was over, and I lay, eyes closed, wrapped in bliss. I felt his lips on mine again, and he whispered, "Was that nice?" "Nice doesn't even begin to cover it," I whispered dreamily, "I don't think there's even a word for it..." We lay together and drowsed in silence, his arm around me, my free hand cupped gently around his cock and balls, and soon I heard his breathing become regular. I lay quietly awhile, taking pleasure in the afterglow, then drifted off to sleep, my hand still cupping him. -- When I awoke the next morning, Ken was still asleep and snoring gently, lying on his back, the covers partially kicked off. He had a hardon, and a delightfully wicked thought occurred to me... a good way to wake him up! I crouched next to him, and took him gently in my mouth. I began to suck, very, very softly at first, then harder, keeping my eyes on his face. He uttered a quiet groan, his eyes still closed, then after a moment, he opened them. A dreamy smile came to his lips as he focused on me. "Oh lordy," he whispered, "What a way to wake up!" I smiled with my eyes and kept sucking. "Oh honey, what you do to me!" he cooed, "You're amazing! If only I could wake up like this every morning!" I stopped for a moment and said, "Start the day with a bang!" then went back to my ministrations. Soon enough, he was moaning in rhythm to my movements, and presently he stiffened and I felt his cum jet into my mouth. I sucked until he calmed, then licked him clean. Then I sat up and grinned at him. "Service with a smile," I said saucily. Then I got up. "Be right back," I said. I went into the bathroom and peed, then looked at myself in the mirror. My makeup had become somewhat smudged, and my hair was tousled, lying in jumbled curls over my face. I could see the imprint of one of my earrings on my cheek; I suppose it had been under my face as I slept. I opened my purse and made some hasty repairs, then combed my hair with my fingers. Emerging back into the bedroom, I said, "I suppose we should go get some breakfast, then head home, don't you think?" "Ahh," he sighed, leaning back with his hands behind his head, "I wish this weekend could last for ever!" "Me too!" I smiled, "Hey, you know, we could go away for the weekend some time. Maybe find a nice little bed-and-breakfast to stay in. You know, a romantic getaway!" "That's brilliant!" he responded, eagerly, "I'm thinking next weekend, how about it?" "It's a date, hon! Let's do it!" Ken got up and we took a quick