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JOSIE Okay, since I know this is going to sound a little crazy to you at first - understandably - let me just say that my name is Josie, and I'm the feminine persona of Joseph Sanders, or, Joe, as he's known to the few friends he had. Now, let me try to explain what I mean by "feminine persona" as best I can. As best as I can put it, Joe and I are absolutely separate personalities. The only difference between our personalities and the kind of stuff you see in mental wards and cheap psychological horror movies is that Joe and I are very much aware of each other. We co-exist somehow, and we're both stronger for it. I know, I know, it sounds confusing, and to let you in on a little secret, it's confusing to me sometimes, too. Maybe during the course of explaining our little tale to you - the story of how I went from being a collection of thoughts in the back of Joe's mind to being as near to a real, living breathing person as you can get - you'll catch on. I hope so, anyway. If someone were to analyze Joe's life, they'd probably diagnose him as a closet cross dresser, and on the surface, that's pretty accurate. He's done it ever since he was in his teens, and it was his excursions dressed en femme that first allowed me to take shape in the first place. I don't think Joe ever got a handle on what motivated him from time to time to emulate the feminine ideal, and I'm sure I don't understand why. But it did create some conflicts. Joe is not gay, but during his adventures in womanhood, it simply didn't make sense for him not to pursue his fantasies as far into womanhood as possible, and that included fantasies of being attractive - and attracted - to the "opposite" sex. He had a hard time reconciling these feelings. That was where I came in. Because whenever I took over, those conflicts vanished. Trust me, I'm all woman, and proud of it. And so, by turning things over to me, Joe didn't have to worry about it anymore. I took care of everything. And although, for many, many years, we co-existed strictly in a private little world, I'd like to think I brought Joe a lot of piece of mind. Until he - we - made a little mistake that brought things a lot closer to the surface than he ever could have expected. I'll let him tell that part of the story. JOE I've wondered whether it all happened for a reason, or whether it was a complete accident, or, like so much of my life, whether in some unconscious way, I wanted it and willed it to happen. I don't have an answer to it. Let me just tell you about it. As I'm sure Josie told you, although I dressed often - being a bachelor, I had plenty of opportunity - I kept it a secret from the outside world. It was our time, Josie's and mine, and although I'd fantasized plenty of times about introducing Josie to the real world, the more practical side of my mind always prevailed, and the possible consequences mortified me. I've never had too many friends, being a solitary kind of guy, but Jim was the exception. I'd met him at college, years earlier, and for whatever reasons, we became fast buddies. What's funny about this is that we're such opposites. While I'm a mousy little guy, Jim is a huge, strapping jock type, as star football player, and even as we made our way through our twenties, a great athlete, always in shape. Our common interest was baseball. Jim and I both love the game, and we had spent many, many nights in front of his TV or mine, keeping up with the season. Unfortunately, we had done this less this past season than any year I can remember, and the reason was Jim's girlfriend, Beth. I don't want to sound critical about it, but Beth was a bitch from the moment I met her, and I always believed that she was bad for Jim. She was abusive, stuck- up, and led him around by the nose based solely upon the fact that she was a physical knock-out and she knew it. I tried many times to steer Jim clear of her, but he was smitten, and eventually, I figured he'd simply have to learn this lesson for himself. During the many games Jim and I missed out on this season while Jim was tending to Beth's demands, Josie took over quite a bit. Her personality was always strong, but now it was taking a prominent role in my life when I was at home alone. Granted, it was often a great relieve just to turn Joe off and let Josie take command, and many was the night that she would reign supreme from the moment I set foot in the door after work until it was time to get ready to go back the next morning. Even the nights Jim did come over, Josie began making her presence known. While I won't say that she and I actually talk, per se, I found myself increasingly occupied with her occupations while I was Joe. Jim and I could be embroiled in a real pot-boiler of a game, for example, and Josie would pop in and wonder whether Jim was a good lover. That sort of thing. Yeah, it was weird, but - and this, I guess, was even weirder - it wasn't really me having these thoughts, so I tolerated Josie, the way I would tolerate a lovesick female friend. After all, Josie comforted me a lot, and you could easily say that she helped me deal with what was essentially a lonely life. That's really the only way I could explain my need to be close to Josie even when I absolutely had to be Joe. And that was why, on that fateful night that Jim and I were watching the first in a series of playoff games, Jim noticed something peculiar after I'd knocked over a bowl of chips onto the carpet and got down on the floor to clean up the mess. "Joe?" Jim asked. We'd both had quite a few beers, and his voice was somewhat slurred. "Are you wearing panties?" JOSIE Let me step in here a moment and say that, in spite of what you're thinking, no, the reason Joe was wearing panties underneath his clothes that night had nothing to do with some underlying psychological motivation to be caught or anything. Don't read more into it than there was. The simple fact was that when he was home, the feminine undies made him feel relaxed. In a way, it brought the two of us closer together. Of course, at that particular moment, however, it meant that poor Joe had some ?splaining to do. JOE I was completely stuck at that moment. There was no denying what I was wearing. Maybe if they had been plain cotton panties, I might have been able to fabricate some kind of excuse, but there were no words to explain away the purple lace number I was wearing. I had to come clean with Jim, and face the inevitable question, which came moments afterwards. "Joe, are you a fag?" I know I spent at least an hour delivering a long, detailed explanation of all of the dark corners of my psyche that I had not shared with Joe before, not knowing, of course, how he would take it all. As it turned out, he listened intently to everything I had to say, including many, many details about Josie and the part she played in all of this. After I had laid everything on the line for him, he surprised me by saying, "So let me meet her." "What?" "Josie. Let me meet her and talk to her and see all of this for myself." JOSIE Now, between you and me, I knew that Jim really didn't want to meet me. He wasn't buying this psychobabble at all. He was just curious as to what Joe looked like dressed up, and so when Joe considered the possibility of me meeting Jim face to face for the first time, I refused. The time wasn't right. I wasn't going to be paraded around like a circus freak to satisfy Jim's curiosity. JOE When I refused, Jim seemed to take it okay, and from that moment on, until the time Jim left to go home, nothing more was mentioned about it. In fact, nothing more was mentioned about it period. For the next few weeks, Jim seemed to completely forget about my indiscretion, and I guessed that he had just put it down to my eccentric personality and left it at that. Except for one small incident which happened early the next week. I had stopped by Jim's place just to bring back some stuff he had left at the house a few nights earlier. When I got there, Beth was there, and it was obvious that I had interrupted a tense moment between them. (This was of little surprise, since there were lots of tense moments between them.) Beth, who, naturally, didn't like me, did her best to draw me into the fight. I did my best to stay out of it, but the one time I did lose my temper a little bit, she took great delight in saying, "Don't get your panties in a wad, Joe!" For just a second, I froze. It could very well have been a pure coincidence, her using this phrase, but it could also mean that Jim had betrayed my secret. The worst part is that I couldn't very well ask, neither Beth. Beth because she was about the last person in the world I wanted to know about this - she didn't like me in the first place, and giving her ammunition like this would be devastating - nor Jim because I was hoping that Jim had simply either forgotten about what he had seen that night (not likely) or decided to just put it out of his mind (the best I could hope for). There was no need bringing it back up. It was Jim who brought it back up, about a week and a half later. We were half lit on beer, watching some rerun as we waited for a rain delay to end, when out of the blue he asked, "So are you ever going to let me meet this Josie?" Again, I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. He hadn't forgotten and he wasn't going to just drop the subject. "Jim," I said, "I don't think that would be a very good idea. The truth is that this is something that I never wanted anyone to find out, and I wouldn't want something I have to deal with interfere with our friendship." "Yeah," he continued, "but I'm curious." "Curious?" "Yeah, to see what you'd look like as a chick. I mean, you've got the girlish face, you've got the right kind of figure to pass for a girl. I was just curious, you know?" "Maybe some day. But not tonight. Okay?" He nodded. "Whatever you say, buddy." I tried to relax, thinking the subject was closed for discussion, at least for the evening. But I also tried to ignore the possibilities of what Jim might be thinking. JOSIE I wasn't going to ignore those possibilities, though. See, one thing we haven't discussed yet was how I felt about Jim. Sure, he was Joe's friend, and I respected that and would never interfere with it, but the truth was that just for Jim to be thinking about me at all was a thrill. In fact, I was so na?ve and inexperienced - remember, I'd never even left the apartment yet - that Jim was about the only man I could even think of in an erotic sort of way, even though I knew that Joe didn't approve of my feelings?not at the time. There was, as a matter of fact, some serious amount of conflict, with Joe doing his best to preserve his friendship with Jim, holding on to his baseball buddy and me, wondering what it would like to have Jim's cock in my mouth. At times, it wasn't easy. JOE Once again, Jim dropped the subject and didn't say another word for days, although I have to admit that I sensed it lurking in the back of his mind from time to time. Don't ask me how, I just did. Jump forward a few more days. I'm at home one night. There's a game on, but Jim had a date with Beth. Something "serious," he had said earlier that day. So I decide to give this night to Josie. All dressed up and nowhere to go, Josie spends the evening lounging around in a new pegnoir I had bought for here online, painting her toenails, and just enjoying being a girl. Then the phone rings. Of course, I, Joe, had to answer it. On the other end of the line was a voice I barely recognized as Jim's. Beyond that, the words didn't make much sense at all. He was obviously plastered. Gradually, I began to make out the fact that he and Beth had gone out, had a furious argument, and she had dumped him, then and there. Jim had decided to drown his sorrows, and had completely overdone it, and was now drunk out of his mind, trying to find a way home. It wasn't the first time this had happened before. Jim was known to party a little too much from time to time, and on occasion, I had been dispatched to go and collect him, but I'd never heard him quite this bad before. He told me where he was - eventually - and I told him I'd be there to get him. Of course, I had some changing to do. I ran into the bathroom, stripped down, and put on some sweats and a t-shirt. I scrubbed the makeup off of my face. I had curled my long hair earlier, and it would take a good washing to make it relax, so I slapped a baseball cap on my head and headed out the door. I found Jim right where he had told me, and he was a few steps away from falling into the gutter. I pulled up beside where he was standing, got out of the car, helped him in, and we drove away. "Don't take me home," was the first thing he said. "Why not?" "She's going to be there. Clearing out her things. I don't want to see her. I don't want to talk to her." "No problem," I said. "I'll take you to my place. You can sleep it off there." It wasn't easy lugging him up the stairs to my apartment, and since he could barely walk, he wasn't much help, but I finally managed to get him inside and over to my couch. He looked awful. He had spilled beer all over himself, and was reeking of it. I decided that I'd better help him get undressed. JOSIE Actually, I think I put that thought in his mind. But I wasn't expecting what came next. JOE Jim was semi-conscious, his head lolling around. He moaned, said a few words here and there, nothing very coherent, until he finally said, "You're not going to let me see what you look like as a girl?" "Jim, you really need to get some rest," I said, trying to ignore him. "Come on, let me see. Bring Josie out to see me." Now, while the thought of being Josie in front of Jim still bothered me, I started thinking that, in the state he was in, this might actually be the best time. After all, he probably wouldn't even remember any of this in the morning. The idea was insane, but it was Josie, actually, who became insistent and made me leave Jim lying there without another word as I headed off to my bedroom. JOSIE It didn't take long for me to get dressed, of course. I had it down to a science. My hair was already curled, so it just needed to be touched up and styled. The makeup was a breeze. The only catch was deciding what to wear. This was, after all, my debut, but I didn't want Jim getting the wrong idea about me right at our "introduction," so I chose a white silk blouse - think enough to show the hint of the white bra I was wearing through the material - and a short skirt. I have great legs. I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. Would Jim? I hoped he would, although I knew that Joe wasn't quite as sure as I was about that. I walked back into the living room. To my disappointment, Jim was completely passed out and snoring. I literally got myself all worked up?for nothing. But Jim still needed to get out of those stinky clothes, so I sighed and decided to get it over with. Working with that much dead weight wasn't easy, but I managed to get his shirt off?almost. The problem was that when I reached around him to pull it off, I suddenly found myself with his arms wrapped around me! I looked down at him. He was grinning, his eyes just tiny, red slits as he said, "Hey, there, darlin'?" Now, the thing is, almost instinctively I got the impression that he was completely out of it and had no clue who it was that was undressing him. At least, that was the only answer that made sense, because I would have bet anything that he wouldn't have been so forward. Whatever the case, I pulled back off of him, and in my sexiest Josie voice I said, "Down, tiger. Just helping you get out of these wet things." Jim reached out and tugged at the hem of my skirt. "Why don't we get you out of some things, too?" Jesus, I hadn't expected this! I pulled out of his reach and giggled. "Hey, now," I said, "keep your paws to yourself, young man, or I won't help you get your pants off." Even before I finished saying it, I realized how suggestive it sounded. Jim picked up on it, too, because he immediately brought his hands up over his head . "Hey, I wouldn't want to interfere with that. You go right ahead, there, sweetie?" It was all happening so fast that I almost didn't have time to realize that my heart was pounding in my chest. All at once, everything was happening and I was moments away from taking off Jim's pants. I got down on my knees beside the couch, doing my best to keep my skirt from riding up - although the thought of flashing my panties to him gave me a momentary thrill - and, after we briefly exchanged glances, I reached up and unbuttoned his pants. Even at that point, I noticed the bulge in his pants?and I felt swoony as I realized that it was a reaction to me. Jim was very cooperative, lifting up his hips so that I could slide his pants down over them, and leaning forward as I did, I suddenly found myself leaning over with my face inches from Jim's cock, which was, I discovered, about to burst through his tight white cotton underwear. "Whoa!!" I said involuntarily. "A little excited there, aren't you?" He grinned even wider. I was having a tough time keeping myself together. I mean, I honestly hadn't planned on this. I was transfixed by the sight of Jim's dick - from my point of view, it looked enormous. And I'll admit to you that my first thought as I beheld that magnificent monster was, "I could never get that thing inside me!" I wanted so much to reach out and touch it, but I knew that if I did, I would be committed to getting him off somehow. Not that that was a particularly repulsive idea at the time. I was just afraid of that initial commitment. In reality, I knew that before the night was over, I would have Jim's cock in my mouth. I just didn't know the best way to get there yet. I sure wasn't going to let Jim know it yet. "Come on, baby," I heard him moan. "I need some help here?" Decision time. Rather than just dive in - no pun intended - I decided to take things slow. "Okay," I said, "but it's just going to be a hand job." Jim wasn't about to complain. "Oh, yeah, baby," he said. I liked being called "baby." I scooted forward and, hesitantly, reached over with both hands to grab the waistband of his underwear. I pulled it up and out so that I could lower it without dragging it over his cock. I got his underwear down low enough and suddenly there it was. I was so close to it. Tiny move of my head, and I could have kissed the big purple head. I could smell his musky aroma, and it gave me chills. I never felt so much like a woman before. Nevertheless, I sat back down on my heels and wrapped my right hand around that hot, pulsing pole of meet. The skin was soft over its hardness. I began to move my hand up and down, gently, letting the skin slide over my palm. He seemed to like what I was doing, judging from the long sigh he gave me. I watched his cock as it slid between my fingers, watched it change color, watched it pulse. I thrilled in the subtle movement of his hips, moving in rhythm with my hand. All I could think about was putting my lips on it. And I started to realize that I had to do it pretty soon, or it might be too late. I had no idea how close he was to letting go. What was funny was the way I was trying to justify what I wanted to do in my mind. Like I was really that worried that he would get cum on my couch? "How's that, baby?" I asked him. "Sooo good?" he answered. I had him where I wanted him. Or, should I say, he had me? "You want to put it in my mouth, sweetie?" There, I said it. "Oh, yeah, baby. Do it. Do it." I knew I was going to do it all along. I just had to work my way up to it. I moved his leg so that it hung over the edge of the couch so that I could move in between his legs, looking up at him. His cock was right in front of my face now, but I could see his smiling face in the distance, waiting to feel my lips on him. I wanted to make the first move impressive, so I held his cock in my hand and ran my tongue all the way up its length, from base to tip. He let his head fall back and sighed. I guess he enjoyed it. Deciding that I was all in now, I continued stroking him with my hand and dipped down to suck on his balls. What a terribly dirty thing to do! Soon, though, I knew that I had to actually take it one more step and get him into my mouth. I raised my head up, hovering over him for a moment, then opened wide - I had no choice but to open wide - and lowered myself onto him. I immediately tried to take him as deeply as I could. It was a challenge, as the head of his cock traveled towards my throat, and I struggled to keep from gagging. I only got about three quarters of the way before I traveled back up, hovering my head over him once again as I stroked his cock some more, now lubricated with saliva. How much was it going to take to get him off? I wondered. I wondered whether the alcohol would slow him down, and whether I had quite a chore ahead of me, because now I was committed. Committing to giving my first blowjob. Wow. Who would have thought? Fortunately, the fact that I knew all there was to know about Joe gave me the knowledge to be able to give the perfect, efficient blowjob. Nothing fancy. I got comfortable, took him in my mouth, and began a slow, steady rhythm. He was able to predict and react to every stroke. And I knew instinctively now that it wouldn't take long at all. I heard him grunt from the back of his throat and braced myself. Of course I was going to swallow. It never occurred to me not to. As soon as that first jet of cum hit the back of my throat, I learned a very valuable lesson when it came to sucking cock, and immediately pulled my head back so that my lips were pursed around just the head of his cock, allowing his seed - Jesus, there was a lot of it - to collect in my mouth, savoring the taste. Okay, it didn't taste good at all, but it was his taste, it was the taste of the lust I had coaxed out of him with my lips, and it meant a lot to me. It took at least half a minute for him to stop spasming, during which time, I kept his cum in my mouth. Finally, when he was done and looked back down at me, I made a big deal out of letting the slimy goo slide down my throat with a little gurgling noise, as I still held his cock in my mouth, feeling it deflate. Finally, I let it slip out and said, "How was that, baby?" He let his head fall back and sighed. "Oh, god, that was incredible?" I pulled his underwear back up and pulled the blanket up over him. "Now it's time for you to get some rest?" He just nodded. It seemed as though he was going out already. But before I moved away from the couch, I felt his hand slip up my skirt and squeeze my ass. More chills. "Good night, baby," I said?but it was too late. He was already starting to snore lightly. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips before scurrying back to my bedroom. I was on fire with lust, and threw myself down onto the bed, rubbing myself through my panties and hose. The taste of Jim's cum was still on my lips and I wanted more. Not quite knowing what inspired me, I pulled off my panties and pantyhose, flinging them aside, and turned myself around on the bed so that my feet were facing the headboard. I scooted up so that my ass was pressed against the headboard, my legs high in the air. Joe's cock was turgid between my legs, and I bent myself over double, wishing that I could get it into my mouth. Unfortunately, this was impossible, so I did the next best thing, jerking it furiously, just inches from my face so that when the climax hit - it didn't take long at all - my pretty face was splattered hard with come, all over, in my hair, my eyes, my nose, and mouth. I scooped what I could from my face onto my lips, tasting the exquisite mess mixed with hair spray and makeup, and swallowed it all down. What a slut I turned out to be? JOE Panic started to set in immediately after Josie went away. How could I have allowed any of this to happen? What had started out as mere curiosity had gone completely too far now, and unless Jim didn't remember any of it the next morning, everything was going to change. How was I going to face him if he knew? How could we ever be friends again? I didn't sleep much that night, but after I had, I was awoken the next morning by the awful sound of Jim, in the bathroom, paying the price for his escapade the night before. Fully transformed back into Joe, I knocked lightly on the door to the guest bathroom. "Jim? Are you okay?" "I'll be out in a little while," he croaked back, and the implication in his voice was that I should just let him be. Which I did. I noticed, at the same time, that there was nothing else in his voice which might implicate that he was angry with me, or, for that matter, that anything had happened last night. So far, so good. I went to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. I was sure he would need it. With my nerves the way they were, I couldn't really say the same thing about me. It was well over forty five minutes before Jim, still in his underwear, came stumbling into the kitchen, looking very, very rough. He waved a blank-stared "Hi," and went straight to the coffee pot. Not too much was said, but what was said that mattered was that he didn't remember anything about the night before, not even calling me to pick him up. All that mattered was that he and Beth were now a thing of the past, which I assured him was the best thing for him. I don't think he was in any kind of condition, however, to appreciate such advice. I offered to let him hang out at my place for as long as he liked, but he wanted to go home to recuperate. Like a good friend, I told him that if he needed talk, I was there for him, and he was grateful, but obviously too sick to want to do anything but go and sleep it off. Once again, so far, so good. Even after he'd recovered enough to call me, he didn't mention anything about Josie, much to my relief. Sort of. Sort of, because Josie wasn't happy with the way things had not resolved themselves. JOSIE My one-time encounter with Jim wasn't enough for me. It might have been enough had Jim not asked to meet me, but it seemed very unfair for me to come out and practically rape him while he was so vulnerable and not give me a chance to present myself to him when he was sober. I understood Joe's reluctance - it had to have been terrifying for him to have me being so pushy - but there were so many questions hanging in the air, and it was so incredibly important to me. Important because Jim might very well be the only person who could understand and accept me as part of Joe's life. As dangerous as it might be to Joe's friendship with Jim, I felt Joe owed it to me to force the issue. Convincing him wasn't easy. Trust me. JOE It was a crazy, foolish idea from the moment I conceived it. And I knew it. But once it popped into my head - or did Josie force it into my head? I can't be sure - it literally haunted me. I couldn't think of anything else. Josie had to go to Jim and present herself. It had to happen. It had to happen because the idea of Josie had already been planted in Jim's mind, and no matter how cool he played things - pretty cool at the time - it was still there, hanging between us, an issue which screamed to be resolved. At least in my ears. There was no choice. I just had to work out how to do it. I couldn't tell you how many hours I spent rolling the problem over in my mind, until finally, I had worked out what I must do. I'd decided that Josie had to go to Jim, that the meeting had to take place on his turf, away from the safety of home. This was one of those thing where I didn't know exactly why I felt this was necessary, I just knew it was. This also meant that Josie would have to venture out into the outside world for the first time, too. This was important as well. It was a big step, but Josie had to make herself known to the world at the same time as she did to Jim. This was all or nothing now. Jim had invited me - Joe - over to watch a game that next Saturday afternoon. This was the time I decided it all had to happen. Josie took it from there. JOSIE I spent the morning getting ready. I knew that I was very convincing when I was all dolled up, but I now had to make very sure I could pass for a woman. I took extra care to get everything just right. I chose a pretty but relatively conservative outfit - a black turtleneck sweater under a sporty blazer with a short skirt and dark hose. I had a pair of black boots that I had specially ordered with two-inch heels. Not outrageous, but not exactly plain, either. I hoped it would make a good impression. I knew it would make a good impression. The first part of my plan had to do with integrating myself into the rest of the world?by sudden immersion. Jim and I lived about a mile apart, on either side of the downtown area. It's a pleasant walk from his apartment to mine, and I decided to make the walk on that Saturday afternoon, when the square downtown would be its busiest. This would be the test to get me ready to meet Jim. There was, however, a danger of me chickening out, and I knew this. So I decided to create a situation where I couldn't back out. Jim has always had a key to my apartment. I decided, therefore, that when I left the apartment on my great adventure, I would leave my own key inside, effectively locking myself out. That way, there was no turning back. I was aware that Joe thought this plan to be completely crazy, and that he was terrified of the possible consequences. I, on the other hand, self-destructively or not, didn't care. I knew that I had to go through with this. I only hoped that Joe could forgive me after all was said and done. Now, you might think that I spent a tremendous amount of time and mental effort worrying about what I was going to wear for my adventure, but the truth was that I was so worried about everything else that my clothes were an afterthought. When I hit the sidewalk - keyless - on that fateful day, I was wearing a loose red blouse and a black pleated skirt, short, but not scandalously so. I chose dark hose and one-inch heels, since I would be doing quite a bit of walking. My hair and make-up were flawless, but then, they usually were. I was prepared to turn a few heads, though not to the degree that I might draw enough attention to myself that Joe might be recognized. I will admit, thought, the skirt I chose had just a little to do with the fact that there was a brisk wind blowing that day. I thrilled to the idea of my skirt getting blown up enough to give some horny guy or two a cheap thrill as I walked. Actually, the walk itself was fairly uneventful. Almost immediately after I hit the pavement, a gust of wind carried my skirt up above my waist, but there was no one around to see it. From that moment on, however, I was really conscious of just how much I was showing, and I realized that the material of my skirt was so light that I had no idea just what was going on in the back, and I kept reaching behind me and smoothing it down just to make sure my panties weren't on show. Of course I was nervous! Damned near terrified. At the same time, I felt the awesome power of my own sexuality with each step I took. I watched men's eyes as they looked at me, checking me out, and while I'm sure none of them would consider me in the supermodel category, there wasn't a doubt in my mind that most of them wouldn't pass up the opportunity to fuck me if they got the chance. I even made eye contact with a few of them, thinking, "Yeah, buddy, go ahead and look. You know you'd love to get your cock into my mouth, wouldn't you?" Looking back, I realize that I was probably thinking those things to keep my mind off of the very real possibilities ahead of me with Jim. I already figured that it was an all or nothing situation. Either he was going to accept me as a very real part of his friendship with Joe, or he was going to reject me outright. Taking that a step further, if he accepted me, he was going to have to accept the lust I felt for him, and if he accepted that, it was likely that he would accept the fact that I would be a very willing partner for him. This meant that it was a distinct possibility that in a few short minutes, that magnificent cock of his would be sliding past my lips once again, and I would be eagerly awaiting his cum sliding down my throat. You can imagine how fast my mind was whirring away at this point. I arrived at Jim's apartment building, walked up to the second floor, and knocked. My heart was pounding in my chest when I heard his voice from the other side of the door: "Yeah, who is it?" In my most seductively feminine voice, I answered, "It's Josie." There was a moment's pause, then I heard him ask, "Who?" as he unlatched the door. The door swung open, and suddenly, there he was. He looked as though he had only recently gotten up. His hair was tousled, he was unshaven and bleary-eyed. At least, he was bleary-eyed only until he took me in with his eyes. Then I heard him say, "Holy shit," as he backed into his apartment. I followed him inside. He plopped down on his couch, staring at me. "It's?you?" I stared back. "The other night?.I thought it was a dream?" Holy crap! I thought suddenly. He wasn't referring to me being Joe, but rather me being the girl that blew him the night he got drunk! "It was me?" He shook his head and sighed deeply. With a wry chuckle, he said, "You give great head," obviously trying to take some of the heaviness out of the situation. "Thanks?" I answered, with no clue as to exactly what was going to happen next. He looked up at me. "You're gorgeous." "Thanks again." "I never would have guessed it, you know?" I didn't know how to reply to that. Instead, I asked, "So can you accept me as Josie?" He looked at me. "I don't really know. I mean, all I can say is that for the past few days, I've thought about you a lot. You?Josie." "You have?" "You left a strong impression." "Sucking your cock?" He nodded. "And so now that you know," I continued, "how do you feel about it?" "Confused." "Why confused?" "Because even though I know what I know now, I'm still thinking about you sucking me off." "Thinking about what it was like, or wishing I would do it again?" He hesitated for a moment. "Both." With sweaty palms and my heart in my throat, I moved towards him and knelt down on the couch in front of him. Realizing that at any second, he could belt me in the face for what I was about to do, I reached forward and unbuttoned his pants. Instead of reacting angrily, he scooted his hips forward to give me better access. I think that was the moment when I realized that, once again, I was committed to delivering a blowjob. It didn't take long for me to get his pants and underwear down to his knees so that once again, I was face to face with his wonderful dick, which, I was proud to discover, was already hard in anticipation of some attention from my mouth. I smiled as I moved forward to deliver a kiss to the purple head, flicking my tongue out quickly to tease him. "You want to come in my mouth again, baby?" I asked him, and actually felt his cock twitch in my hand. I began to stroke him, licking the head with my tongue as I looked up to watch his eyes close and his head lean back. That was my cue to take him all the way into my mouth, as far as I could. I held him there for a few moments, my jaws open as wide as they could go, then pulled back slowly and moved forward again. "Goddamn," Jim sighed. "Suck it, baby?make me come." Wow. Despite the fact that I was the one sucking, I couldn't have been more thrilled as I started a rhythm, keeping eye contact with him whenever he looked down at me. I didn't flinch when he reached down and grabbed the back of my head, enforcing my rhythm. Once again, almost from a sixth sense, I could tell he was getting ready to come. So soon. He grunted and pulled my head hard into his crotch so that his come was jetting directly down my throat. I admit that I panicked just a little bit, worried that I would choke or gag, but he held me there until his spasms had stopped. My only disappointment was that I didn't get to taste a drop of it. Finally, he let me pull my head back. There was an odd look on his face, that I couldn't recognize as happiness or sadness or concern or?what. He took a deep breath and said, "Wow. That was great. I don't know what it means exactly, but it was great. "You don't know what it means?" He shrugged. "I mean, where are we at here? I appreciate what you said about being Josie and all, but the fact of the matter is that I just got my cock sucked by my best friend. Josie or not." "Is that so bad?" "I'm not saying it was bad. I'm just saying?well, I wonder what happens now?" "Whatever you want to happen. We can go back to the way we were before, with Joe, or you can grab me by the hair, throw me onto your bed and fuck my brains out. I'm fine with it either way." Actually, in spirit, I was fine either way. There was a voice in the back of my mind wondering how the hell I was going to accommodate Jim's cock in my virgin ass, but I figured I'd cross that bridge when I came to it. "So," I continued, "who do you want right now? Josie or Joe?" Jim sighed, then gave me a tiny smile. "Do you do housework, Josie?" It was partly a big joke, me spending the afternoon dusting mopping, and vacuuming Jim's apartment - which badly needed it, by the way - but I couldn't help feel that there was something much more serious going on, as though this was Jim's way of attempting to establish what our new roles should be. It was subtle at first, but a change seemed to come over Jim, a harder edge than he had as Joe's friend. It was like he had a need to establish himself as the alpha male in this situation (which, of course, was totally unnecessary). The strange part was how easily (and, I admit, eagerly) I adapted to this situation. I was quick to jump when Jim started to get just a little bit bossy with me. I think we both felt it and both fell into our roles. I didn't quite understand what it all meant at the moment. I just knew that I liked it. It was only an hour or so into my housecleaning that Jim decided he was horny again. Maybe it was all that bending I was doing in my short skirt. Who knows? I just know that at one point, as I was emptying the vacuum cleaner bag, I felt him come up behind me and grab my ass under my skirt. "Break time," he said, wrapping and arm around me and leading me to the bedroom. I have to admit, this wasn't at all the way I was expecting Jim to act, and while I was thrilled, there was just something a little bit scary about the way Jim assumed command, using his superior size to manhandle me into his bedroom. Once we were there, he unbuttoned my blouse and stripped my skirt off of me, leaving me in my underwear. He eyed me up and down. "We need to get you some stockings," he said appraisingly as he took down my pantyhose. Okay, I thought, this was it. I was now about to be royally fucked by this handsome man. He didn't disappoint me, either. He spun me around and pushed me forward onto the bed. I landed on my hands, my butt sticking up in the air. The perfect target. "Don't move," he said. "Stay exactly like that." I heard him walk away for a few moments, then return. I felt him tug my panties down to the middle of my thighs and then heard myself squeak as I felt something cold and slippery drip between the cheeks of my ass, followed by the sensation of his finger rubbing whatever it was into my asshole. I knew that it was going to hurt, and that I was at Jim's mercy. He put his hands on my hips and got me into position, lining me up so that the head of his cock was resting on my asshole. Without even asking if I was ready, he pushed forward with his hips. I cried out in pain as he entered me, but he didn't hesitate at all, going deeper and deeper until he was inside me to the hilt. I hurt so much I started to cry, but I did my best to take him, even pushing my ass up and out to drive him deeper inside me. "You like that, don't you?" he grunted. "Y-yes?" "Like being fucked?" "Yes." "You're just a little slut, aren't you?" "I'm your slut, Jim?" That seemed to spur him on, and he began pistoning his hips, slow at first, but building up a faster and faster pace until the room echoed with the sound of his thighs slapping against mine and his breathing getting faster and deeper. I felt like my insides were being turned into oatmeal as he pounded into me. I realized that, since he had just come two hours ago, I was in for a good, long fucking, and I was right. What I wasn't expecting, though, was for him to flip me over onto my back and bend me over double so that he could fuck me from the front, so that I could see his face, see the pleasure and satisfaction I was giving him with my body. I didn't realize I could bend that far. My ankles were up around my ears, and Jim was squeezing the breath out of me with each thrust. He was savage, animalistic, and I was utterly helpless beneath him. Finally, I could tell he was ready to let go, and once again, he caught me by surprise, pulling out of me with one smooth movement, scooting up, and spraying me with come, my face, my chest. I didn't think, after the blowjob I'd given him earlier, that he would have had it in him, but he covered me in the stuff, then rolled off of me and lay next to me, gasping for breath. "Jesus?" he sighed. "Jesus?" Jim didn't give me much time to recover. While he was still laying there, panting, he said, "Why don't you get up and clean the bathroom?" What was going on here? Whatever it was, it was bringing out the intensity of Jim's sex drive. Before he had me cook dinner that evening, he demanded a blowjob - which I lovingly provided - and spent dinner talking about how he couldn't wait to get me into bed that night to show me what he could really do when he put his mind to it. As I cleaned up the dinner dishes - he made me do it in just my underwear - I found myself wondering what was going on in Jim's head. The best guess I could come up with was that it had a lot to do with his breakup with Beth. Was he using me as a way of getting his revenge out on women? Or was it simply that, having gotten out of a relationship where he didn't have the upper hand, he was overcompensating. Whatever the case, I found myself completely overwhelmed and loving every minute of it. Needless to say, when the evening rolled on, Jim started intimating that he was ready for me again. He asked me whether I had some really sexy nightwear back at home. When I admitted I did, he insisted we drive over there to get it. I agreed, and reached for my clothes, when Jim said, "No, you're fine just like that?" I shuddered. Granted, Jim's apartment building wasn't exactly the most jumping place in the world, but it was a LONG walk to his parking lot, and the idea of being seen in my underwear was just a little bit disturbing?but at the same time, unbelievably exciting. Still, it was important to me that Jim was making me do it, and that he was getting a thrill out of forcing me to humiliate myself. I had tapped into an even deeper part of my psyche now. When I nodded, Jim said that he'd go down and pull the car around so that I would actually have a shorter way to walk, which, I have to admit, was almost a little bit disappointing, although when I realized that this still meant that I would be very exposed as I made my way out of the building, I realized that it was probably for the better. He told me to give him two minutes and then to come down to the foyer of the apartment building?and to make sure I locked up the apartment when I left. After two of the longest minutes I'd ever experienced, I opened the door to Jim's apartment, looked both ways down the hall, then, with a deep breath, walked out of the apartment and pulled the door shut, feeling a chill run down my spine with the "click" of the locking door behind me. I moved quickly, realizing that the longer I lingered in the hallways, the more chance there was that somebody would see me. My other worry was that, in my underwear, I looked more like Joe than Josie, since there was much more on show. I made it down the two flights of stairs undetected, then ran into the foyer. The coast was still clear. I peeked out the doors to the curb in front of the building?but Jim wasn't there! Where was he? It suddenly occurred to me that I'd been suckered in, and for all I knew, he could have gone off on a joy ride, leaving me to fend myself in a bra and pantyhose! Really starting to panic now, I decided to step outside the door to look around. The sun had long since gone down, and so if a car were to pass by, I could easily duck into the bushes surrounding the building for cover. When I got out and looked around, finally I saw Jim?parked a block and a half down the road, under a bright street lamp! His car was facing towards me, and when he saw me step out of the building, he flashed his lights. I knew what that meant, of course, and, with my heart pounding in my throat, I quickly trotted towards the car. I got halfway there when I could see headlights coming up from behind me. To my horror, I realized that where I was at, there was no way to duck out of sight! I cringed as I heard the horn of the car behind me honk as it passed, and a voice shouted out the window, "Nice ass, baby!" I hardly had time to react to this before I was at Jim's car, where he was laughing heartily as I threw myself into the passenger side. "You sick bastard!" I said chidingly. "Oh, come on, you loved the attention," he said reprimanding. "And just think, some lucky guy is going to be able to brag for weeks about the half-naked broad he saw running down the sidewalk!" Jim laughed some more as he moved the car forward towards my apartment. I had less problem getting up to my place in my underwear, since there was hardly anyone living where I did. Fortunately, Jim had to give me his car keys so that I could use his spare key to my place to let myself in. This way, at least I could be certain that the car would be there when I got back down. Jim had suggested I pick out a nightie and come out dressed in it. Actually, he insisted upon it. And so, I locked my apartment door behind me and trotted down the stairs carrying a small bag with some extra clothes and wearing a baby blue baby doll negligee, complete with a matching blue bra and panty set. Jim seemed impressed as I climbed back into the car and we drove off to his apartment once again. This time, I had to make it from the parking lot to Jim's apartment, and it was this time that I actually got caught. As I walked into the foyer behind Jim, I walked straight into one of Jim's neighbors, whose jaw dropped when he saw me. Jim tried to make me stay and say hi, but I bolted for the door to the stairs. I wonder what that poor guy was thinking as he watched me disappear. Of course, the fact that I managed to get out of that predicament relatively unscathed - relatively - that still didn't mean that I could get into Jim's apartment until he was good and ready, so there I was, at his door, shivering in my nightie, waiting for what seemed like an hour for Jim to come traipsing up the stairs, a big grin on his face. "So," he said to me, later, as we crawled into bed for what I was sure would be a marathon of sex, "it really turned you on earlier, didn't it? Being exposed like that?" As he asked, he kissed my neck and shoulders, scraping his five o'clock shadow (which was at eight o'clock strength) against my tender skin. "I don't know why, exactly," I admitted, "but earlier, when you made me run to your car and that other car drove by me?I didn't know whether I was mortified or whether it was the biggest turn-on I'd ever had in my life. Desperate to get to your car. Wondering whether you might just take off and leave me standing there in my underwear." Before we had gotten into bed, he had instructed me to leave my nightie and undies on, but to take the stuffing out of my bra. I knew now why he had asked this, as he pushed the delicate fabric aside and suckled at one of my nipples. I knew that he was doing it exactly how he would do it with one of his girlfriends, and that made me feel warm and flushed. Jim had removed all of his clothes, and as he delicately tongued me, I could feel his hard cock brushing against my thigh. I reached down and grasped it in my hand, feeling it pulse and throb. I felt all woman now, knowing that he was dying to fuck me, to shoot his seed inside of me, to mate with me, and although I knew it was only wishful dreaming, I thought of myself carrying Jim's baby inside me, of nursing our child, of being Jim's wife. As you can tell, that man had a way with a tongue. Eventually, it was my turn to do some of the pleasing, and when Jim straddled my chest and waved his massive weapon inches from my lips, I was only too glad to take him into my mouth. He lifted himself up onto his knees and began to move his hips, fucking my mouth as I struggled to accommodate him without choking. Gradually, he got close enough to orgasm to slow down: he wanted more. He slid down and lifted my legs onto his shoulders. I wasn't quite ready to accommodate him all at once, but that was what happened, and the pain was at once quite intense and quite wonderful. Somehow, it was the helplessness I felt which was the secret part of the thrill, the fact that I was there to please this forceful man, and that I had no real choice in the matter until he got what he wanted from my body. Since I had just sucked him off a few hours earlier, he seemed to last forever. He had a tube of lubricant on the bedside table, and had to stop several times to grease me up just so that he could keep going. He ended up flipping me over onto my hands and knees, grabbing the back of my hair and riding me like a horse, slamming his hips against my ass with a wet smacking sound. I didn't think I could take much more when I heard him start grunting loudly and then, so suddenly that I didn't really know what was happening, he pulled out of my ass, flipped me onto my back, and straddled my chest so that he could spew his cum into my face. I opened my mouth to catch everything he had to offer me, and he took this as an open invitation to plunge his cock halfway down my throat as I tried valiantly to suck the last drops out of him - trying very hard to stay in the moment and ignore where his cock had just been. After he was finished, he collapsed onto the bed beside me, completely content and relaxed?leaving me with my face and hair dripping with cum. He refused my attempt to kiss him - who could blame him? - and I padded off to the bathroom to get cleaned up. When I came back to bed, dressed in a fresh nightie and panties, he was fast asleep. I'm sure that's typical, but it was my first time. I woke up the next morning to the sensation of Jim's cock pressing into my butt through the thin material of my panties, as my nightgown had bunched up around my waist as I slept. Obviously, he was hard and ready to go. His hand, as he lay behind me, had snaked under my nightie and was toying with one of my nipples. I guessed he was trying to wake me. I responded by pressing my hips backwards, driving his cock deeper into the crevice of my ass, and that inspired him to reach down and pull my panties to the side so that he could enter me. He tried to do it without any lubrication at first, which hurt like hell, and I squealed aloud. He quickly gave in and reached for the nearly-empty tube of lubricant, rubbing some into my poor, abused asshole and some onto the head of his cock. Seconds later, the bedsprings were squeaking once again and he moved slowly in and out of me. He was obviously trying to make it last a long time, and I was into his slow, steady rhythm, moaning with each stroke. "You like that, don't you, you nasty bitch?" he asked. "Yes," I moaned. He pinched my nipple hard enough to make me cry out. "You like that, too, don't you?" "Yes, I like it?" "You like the pain?" "Only from you?" Then he surprised me yet again. He pulled out of me, quickly sat up, and dragged me face down over his lap. I knew what was coming, and I knew that it would excite me, but for just a moment, I dreaded the moment as his hand came down hard on my ass, with a loud smack reverberating within the bedroom. Actually, I didn't even have enough time to feel it before his hand came down again, then again right on the same spot. Then I felt it. And how. He did the same one-two-three on another spot on my ass, which was quickly catching fire under his palm. I was shocked, stunned, and incredibly turned on by this, though I wasn't entirely certain he needed to know this at the moment. "Ooh, you're getting all pink so soon," he commented, and from the way my ass was burning, I certainly didn't doubt him. That was when he said, "Maybe we need to raise the stakes a little bit." I didn't know quite what he meant by that, but just from the tone of his voice, I knew that it didn't bode well for me. He rolled me off of his lap back onto the bed. "Go get me that hair brush you were using last night," he said with a stern tone which definitely did not sound like the Jim who had been my pal for so long. I looked into his face: he was serious. I didn't argue. I didn't really know what to do, actually, besides roll off the bed, walk to the bathroom, and walk back with my hairbrush. "Not that way, you stupid cunt!" he barked. "On your fucking hands and knees!" Was I really hearing this? I dropped to my hands and knees, put the brush in my mouth, and began to crawl towards him. To my shock, he jumped up from the bed and angrily pushed me over onto my side with his foot, delivering three sharp kicks to my ass with the top of his foot. "No, you stupid bitch! Start from the bed and crawl to the bathroom, then crawl back with the brush." He threw the brush back into the bathroom. "Come on, I'll walk with you?." Just a little bit afraid of this incredible change in Jim, I did what I was told, crawling along side him as he prodded me with a sharp toe to my ass. Finally, we were both in the bathroom, and he guided me over to the side of the toilet, where he said, "Hold on a minute, I've got to piss?" With my face just inches from the toilet bowl, he started to pee. I could feel tiny drops of water and piss splash on my face, and when he looked down and saw me flinch, he shocked me by twisting his hips so that his piss briefly splashed onto the back of my hair. I cried out reflexively, and he stopped pissing immediately. "What's the matter? My piss not good enough for our little princess?" "No," I said, confused, not knowing what to say. "I think that's it, isn't it?" Believe it or not, I think I started to cry. "No?" "Get your head in the bowl?" I had to look up at him. "What?" "YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID, YOU STUPID CUNT! GET YOUR HEAD IN THAT GODDAMNED BOWL RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!" There was no way I could have resisted him, and I turned my head back around and crawled forward slightly, looking down into the now yellow water in the toilet bowl as I hovered my face over it. I almost knew what was coming when he pressed the bottom of his foot onto the back of my head and pushed my face into the water. He didn't hold me down, but I came back up sputtering and coughing as I then felt the warm stream of urine hitting the back of my head and rolling down my face to drip into the bowl. "Don't move," he said, "or you'll be licking it up off the floor." It took him a while to finish. Then he said, "Okay, I'm going to flush. Don't lift your face up or you'll regret it." I heard the loud sound of the toilet flushing, then the water rushing up to cover my face, swirling around me, until it finally went down the pipe. "Did you like that, bitch?" he asked cruelly. "Yes," I said. I didn't know what else to say. "All right, get cleaned up in the shower. Make it snappy. Then I want you in the bedroom on your hands and knees with the hairbrush in your hand." Ten minutes later, I was over his knees again as he blistered my ass with the brush. "I don't want you sitting down for the next few days," he said as he whacked away. I realized that we were both caught up in this fantasy, and that when he was like this, it was literally impossible for me to talk with him. He was living his character, as I was living mine. I just wondered how far he was going to take this. I spent that morning doing more housecleaning, this time in just my short nightgown and panties. My bruised ass burned, and he took great pleasure in smacking it with his hand every time I got too near him. He watched television, drank beer, and made me feel as uncomfortable as possible. But the worst was yet to come. After he had polished off at least three beers, he announced, "Hey, I've got to piss again." I froze, wondering whether I was going to spend the next ten minutes with my face in the toilet bowl. But Jim had other plans. "Get over here. I have to piss." Just a little confused - though I got the meaning pretty quickly - I walked over to him as he was pulling his limp cock out of his pants. I knew what he wanted. He didn't have to ask. I dropped to my knees and put my mouth over his cock. "That's a good little girl," he said, patting my head as he began to pee into my mouth?slowly at first, as though to torture me with it, then, with a long sigh, really letting go so that I struggled to swallow it all down. By the time he was done pissing, his dick had started getting hard in my mouth. It was time for another blowjob. After drinking a gallon of piss, swallowing cum didn't seem so bad. What did seem bad was the feeling that this was all spiraling quickly out of control. How far was Jim going to take this, and was there ever going to be a way of turning back? It was now Sunday, and I'd have to be at work the next day. How was I going to get out of this gracefully? Strangely, it was as though I couldn't ask Jim anything. Not at the moment, as the submissive little sex slave role I was currently playing. I just had to trust him. That was easier than it sounded, though. And what I couldn't know at the time was that it was going to get a lot harder?