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Chapter 4 - The Morning After I awoke to the sound of Erika's voice. "Come on sleepy head. We've got a lot to do today." I opened my eyes and peered through thick waves of my hair to see Erika standing next to my bed. She had one knee on the mattress and was leaning over and shaking me. She had obviously not been up long. Her hair was tussled and her makeup a mess. Dressed in only an oversized t- shirt, I'm guessing one of Leroy's, her shape was largely concealed, but still she radiated feminine beauty. The entire scene was confusing at first. Erika had never woken me up before, certainly not in such an intimate manner. Now she was only half- dressed, and she was half on my bed. "Crissi, damn it, wake up!" There was a sense of urgency in her voice, so I cracked my eyes open another notch, still wondering what was going on. Looking across the bed, I saw her smooth bronze thigh extending from the baggy shirt. Her full round breasts, still obvious under the loose fabric, bounced as she shook me. My memory slowly began to return as I stirred to consciousness. Thoughts started creeping into my mind from the fog of a drunken slumber. It was like I had had an elaborate dream, something distant but something real. When I started to move, I felt the soreness in my bottom. Then, I urged my legs into motion, forcing my thighs to spread, and I felt the cum- crusted bond between them pull and break. All of the scenes of the night before immediately came flooding back into my mind. Oh my god, it wasn't a dream - it had all actually happened. I pushed myself up from the bed and turned slightly to face Erika. The weight of the large silicone breast forms hanging from my chest told me that I was still "dressed." I was instantly overwhelmed with embarrassment. Oh my god, the things I had done. I snuck a glance down the bed and saw that I was indeed still dressed - like a freaking whore. I hadn't even taken my heels off. Shit! What did Erika think of me now? I just wanted to crawl in a hole and hide. Peeking up at Erika, I found her looking back. I quickly moved my eyes to avert her gaze. "Sorry Mistress," I gasped shamefully. I was once again mortified. It was all so easy while caught up in the erotic heat of the moment, but now in the aftermath, I was left with the knowledge of how I had exposed my darkest, most protected, secrets. Erika may have suspected that I was into being "girlie" before. Heck, I guess she knew I was, but now she knew much more - she knew everything. She had seen me act like a total fucking sissy. She had seen me beg for cock, even beg for cum. She had seen me take 10 inches up my sissy ass and beg for more. I suddenly felt a terrible sadness that turned to a sickness in the pit of my stomach. I knew that it could never be the same between Erika and me again, and I mourned the loss. I wished that I could at least cover myself, but lying there on top of the comforter, there was no hiding. I thought to try and roll away from Erika and maybe run into the bathroom, but I concluded that there was really just no escape. I finally resigned myself to the reality of what I had let happen. My lust had ruled the day, and now I would have to pay the price. In an attempt to cover myself as much as I could, I crossed my arms over my chest and placed my hands outstretched on the front of my shoulders. I pulled my legs up as much as I could, my knees to my breasts in the fetal position, and again looked up at Erika, ready to face my new fate. "There you are, sweetheart," Erika's voice was soft and tender. With one hand resting on my shoulder, she gently brushed my hair from my face with the other. "I thought you'd never wake up." "I'm awake now, Mistress," I said timidly. With a cute little crinkle of her nose, Erika gave me a smiling scowl. "Oh stop with the Mistress stuff. You're embarrassing me." Embarrassing her? It seemed an odd thing for her to say, yet her comment started to relax me a bit. It suggested vulnerability on her part... "You don't want to do another role-play already, do you?" She completely caught me by surprise. "I didn't know that I had a choice," I replied, feeling more than a bit puzzled. Erika pulled her other leg up onto the bed and kneeled back, her bum atop her legs, hands in her lap. "Well, we can't just play sex games all the time." Her response was matter of fact, completely without emotion. "Now, come on, get up," she prodded. "...please," she added with a hint of a whine. I had no idea how to take any of this. Last night I was not to look her in the eyes. I was to do everything and anything she commanded. This morning she was being cute and endearing, more so than I could ever remember. Had I missed something? Still kneeling next to me, Erika swept the rest of my hair back from my eyes and then reached out with both hands to cradle my face. She gently held my chin up to meet her gaze. "Come on Crissi baby, it's time to shower," and with that, she took my hand in hers and pulled me with her as she got up off the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed with Erika standing in front of me, the embarrassment immediately returned. Of course, being such a little slut, my dark stocking tops were completely exposed below my hem. I reached out to pull down my skirt but felt even more self-conscious when I sighted my pearl bracelet and crimson nails. I tugged the hem down to cover my stockings, slumped my shoulders, hung my head and silently cursed myself for being such pathetic little cunt. "Ah, come on Crissi, will you please stop fucking around?" Erika reached down, took both of my hands and pulled me to my feet. With a swing of her arms, she started me toward the bathroom door and then spun around behind me. A quick crack on my butt, with an open hand, and I was off. Safely inside, I closed the bathroom door and let out a gasp of relief - privacy at last. What the hell was going on? I turned to face the mirror and took a long critical look at myself. I not only looked like a whore, but one who had been freshly fucked. My hair was a mess; I had mascara streaking from both eyes and lipstick was smeared everywhere except on my lips. I looked like hell... but still my reflection, my full padded chest, my tight skirt and long smooth legs, they stirred my arousal. Overwhelmed with humiliation one moment and erotically aroused the next, why was it always so? I couldn't help myself. I ran my hands over my stocking covered thighs. I lifted my c-cup breast. I fluffed my long brown locks, all the time unable to take my eyes of the foxy bitch in the mirror. Once again, I let myself feel feminine, but this time my thoughts were cluttered. I couldn't help but wonder who I was, what I was... and who and what I wanted to be. Knock, knock - Erika rapped on the door, "You alright in there, hun?" Startled out of my trance, "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied. "Then get in the darn shower." I took one last quick look at the girl in the mirror and began to disrobe. Knowing how I had always enjoyed taking off my "dainties" in the mirror, I avoided their siren song. I focused on getting undressed and into the shower. I unsnapped my skirt and let it fall to my feet, stepped out of it and started to unbutton my blouse. Letting the top fall as well, I swept it over with my foot, to start a pile, but the bright red paint on my toenails caught my eye. The sight of the scarlet polish and tall red heels was too much to ignore. Again I paused to drink in my feminine allure. I looked so fucking hot standing there in only my undies and heels. I felt that familiar stir between my legs and reached for my hardening cock, but just then I thought about Mistress' words. She had warned me against cumming without permission. I hesitated but then touched myself, ever so lightly. I drug my fingers over the satin that covered my little peenie. I held my breasts. Oh, I could have cum in seconds, but again I thought of Erika and found the resolve to refrain. My bra and breast forms were next, followed by my heels and underthings. I looked down at my little semi hard cock. I rubbed my painfully sore bottom and flashed on all that had happened in the last day. Without another thought, I reached in and turned on the shower. An instant later I was under the flowing water. The hot water felt so good. I let it run over me for several minutes before even beginning to wash. The massage of the warm stream was relaxing. It took me away from the place where I was, away from the confusion that racked my being. I have no idea how long I just stood there feeling the powerful rush of water jetting against my sensitive skin, soothing my tired muscles. I would periodically move my head from side to side, letting the water warm first one shoulder and then the other, but mostly I just stood there. I stood there and contemplated the events that had brought me to that moment. I knew that things could never be the same again, especially if I chose to stay living with Erika. I was sure that she would never look upon me as anything but some sort of pathetic little sissy cocksucker. After all, that's who I was, wasn't it? The thought thrilled me but disgusted me at the same time. I wondered if I could bring myself to live in constant subservience - even if I wanted to. I went over my options and decided that leaving was the only real one I had. The sex was absolutely unbelievable, but I knew that I couldn't play the sissy slave 24x7. My thoughts had brought me to the decision to leave, but then I kept coming back to the fact that Erika had treated me so differently this morning. She didn't act like I disgusted her. She acted like we were still friends. Could this actually work? Could we maintain some semblance of a "normal" relationship after what had happened? It didn't really seem possible, but I knew that this was what I wanted. I did so enjoy Erika's company. There was nobody on Earth who I'd rather be with. I knew it would be awkward, but I knew I had to try. I washed myself thoroughly, my hair, my entire body. I thought twice about it, but in the end couldn't resist touching up my shave and went lightly over my legs, chest, and butt. The water shut off with a clunk as I reached out and grabbed a large bath towel. I patted myself dry and wrapped the towel around my waist. Stopping at the sink, I took a minute to run a brush through my hair, just enough to get out the tangles. I thought to remove the damn polish from my nails, but decided it could wait. Not knowing what would happen next, I took a deep breath, summoned my resolve, and walked out into the bedroom. Erika was standing there, next to my bed, with both of my large Pullmans taken from my closet and opened on the bed. My entire feminine wardrobe was strewn about the room. "Well, there you are, Crissi. I can't believe how long you took." "You know, you have such good taste in clothing." She held up one of my favorite camisole outer tops, midnight blue, with a hint of ruffle about the straps. "Oh, and you have some wonderful shoes - you know how I love my shoes..." She turned and picked up a pair of white sandals with a stranded open toe, 4" natural wood heels, and long white double-wrap ankle ties, "I just love these heels. You have to tell me where you got them." The whole scene was just odd. Erika was giddy, like a child with a new toy, her bright smile lighting up her entire face. I had to wonder how things could get back to normal with her acting the way she was. I stood and watched her, looking for some answer to what was going on in her head. Tossing the heels onto the bed, Erika turned to face me with both hands on her hips, "Well we better hurry." "You can start getting dressed while I jump in the shower," and with that she pulled the t-shirt over her head exposing the greatest pair of tits there could possibly be. My jaw dropped, and I think I may have begun to drool. Her breasts were full and round, with well developed pectoral muscles to hold them up and inviting. Her nipples were large and pert, and prominent within her pronounced tan line. I just stood and stared. I looked down to the bright white lace of her bikini panties. They accentuated the smooth contour of her trim bronze tummy and thighs. She was a sight to behold. The way I stood gawking, I think may have troubled Erika, as she pulled the t-shirt up and held it to partially cover her breasts. I was sorry that I had embarrassed her and quickly turned my focus elsewhere, actually nowhere. Staring blindly into space, the vision of her unparalleled beauty stayed etched in my minds eye. "Come on Crissi. We haven't got all day." "We've got to get our shopping done and get back by 6:00 at the latest." I had no idea what she was talking about, but I didn't want to press the issue. "Cool, then I better get at it," I responded as I headed toward my dresser. "So, where are we going," I asked, my eyes fixed on Erika's fine firm ass moving toward the chair set in the corner of the room. "Well, to the mall, of course. Where did you think?" Erika replied. "Um, aaa, I don't know. The mall's cool." The truth was I didn't care. Hanging out with Erika sounded good to me, no matter where we were going. I figured I'd just throw on a pair of jeans and tennies, remove the damn polish from my finger nails and spend a few hours with my love-goddess friend. "So, why do we need to be back by 6:00?" I asked, as Erika rummaged through whatever it was she had setting on my corner chair. "For the party, silly," Erika answered and then spun around holding a short pink skirt, with a scalloped waist and ruffled hem, in one hand, and some plain white 4" mule sandals in the other. She held her arms out toward me, "Here you go doll, I picked these out for you to wear." "Wear?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Sure I had planned to sneak out dressed in drag and have a bit of excitement, but that was under the cover of darkness. Even then, I still don't really know if I would have ever gone through with it. One thing I knew for certain was that there was no way I was going out to a public place, in the bright light of day, dressed enfemme. "Erika, come on - you've got to be kidding. I can't wear those out in public." My reaction was resistance wrapped in a silent, desperate plea. Erika gave me that familiar hip jutting action, where she shifts her weight to one foot, sets the other on its heel, and usually starts tapping. When she closed her lips together tightly and looked at me with that tilted scowl of hers, I knew I was in trouble. She shook her head, side to side, and slowly the scowl turned into a pout. She lowered her head, pooched her lower lip and rolled her big brown eyes up to look over at me, "So you're just going to let me down like that?" "When I'm feeling so close to you?" Erika's tone was so sincere. Damn how she could play me. "You know I love you, Crissi. I would never want anything bad to happen to you. I wouldn't want you to go out and be embarrassed." "I thought we could just get an early start and go to a mall where nobody would know us. There's one about an hour and a half from here." Shit! She really wanted me to do this with her, but there was just no way. I had to say no. "Erika, I would so love to do this with you - please believe me. But I really can't. I'm too afraid that people will know, that they'll mock me. I'd be so humiliated, and not a good humiliation. It literally makes me sick to my stomach." "Now, are you kidding?" The pout was gone and her voice was raised. "You listen to me now, sweetie. You look so fine when you get dolled up. There isn't a head you won't turn. The girls will all wish they looked like you, and the guys will all wish they could be with you." "Hell, the way you look, even if a guy did find that little surprise in your panties, I don't think it would make a damn bit of difference." Erika walked toward me as she spoke, her bare breasts bouncing slightly with each step, her eyes fixed on mine. She finished her argument as she reached my side and again held out the skirt and heels. "Come on, girlfriend; let's go turn some heads..." I involuntarily reached out to accept the outfit, and as we exchanged hands, I felt a lightning bolt of excitement shoot through my body, headed straight for my nuts. I stood trembling, holding the skirt and heels, while Erika took my face softly in her hands and pressed her lips against mine. The kiss began soft and tender, but slowly grew in intensity. Her hands moved to hold my head as our tongues intertwined. Erika backed off, kissed first my lower lip and then held my upper in a supple pinch between her own. A soft, full-lipped kiss, and she straightened out hers arms and leaned back to look me in the eyes. "Oh Crissi, I've never kissed anyone the way I kiss you. I knew when we kissed last night that there was something really special between us." She held me at arms reach, cradling my face, and looked me straight in the eyes, "You have the lips of an angel and the tongue of a devil." Reaching down to my waist, Erika pulled away the towel that covered my privates. Exposed, there was no doubt about the affect she was having on me. My little cockette quickly ticked up into full erection. I felt so ashamed, not by the fact that I had a hardon, but because it was so damn small. I wished things were different. "Well, it appears that somebody has a mind of their own," Erika joked as she reached down to take my cock in her hand. Squeezing the head painfully between her palm and fingers, she forced back the pressure and momentarily derailed my lust. Still holding my wilting cock, she shook her pretty little head and admonished me with a smirk, "You really do need to control yourself. Shame on you - you're just so unladylike at times." She had me so thoroughly confused that my head was spinning, but I was under her spell. Erika let go of my male clit and wrapped the large bath towel up around my chest. She tucked and fastened it there in place. "I think maybe you should be a bit more modest, my dear," she said with a smile. "And you shouldn't dry your hair the way you do. It really does do damage. You should just pat it and wrap it - you know how..." "Anyway, now you can start getting ready while I shower. Why don't you start with that screaming red paint on your nails. It's fine for the night but a bit much for the mall, don't you think?" "I suppose so," I said, still bewildered by all that was happening. A moment later, Erika was gone behind the bathroom door. The way she was treating me, she did make me feel like we were friends - girlfriends. I guess I sort of liked the feeling. I was embarrassed and thrilled at the same time. It was obvious that there would never be a chance for me to be her boyfriend, so this would probably be as close as I would ever get. I made up my mind then and there to just enjoy the experience. With a smile on my face, I set out to get ready for our little adventure. I collected the polish remover and tissues, pulled a chair next to the bed, propped both feet up and started with my toenails. Minutes later the crimson was gone from my toes, so I turned to my fingers. I fanned them out first and paused for a moment of admiration - I did so love the look of polish on my nails - I wished I could wear it all the time. I guess I had lingered too long, because I wasn't quite done with the polish when I heard Erika shut off the water. I hurried to finish and then ran around to the side of the bed adjacent to the bathroom door. When Erika came out the door, I was sitting on the bed in front of her, my legs crossed in feminine fashion, my towel still wrapped above my breasts, leaning back with my hands on the bed behind me. The surprise was evident on Erika's face as she exited the bathroom. "Well, hello there, girlfriend," she said with a smile. With a quick once over, she scanned me from head to toe. "No polish, very nice. Wait here while I run to my room. I'll be back in a sec to help you get ready," and with that she was gone. I was sitting where she left me, nervously swaying my dangling foot, when she returned. She was wearing a short satin robe with a floral print and holding a pair of pink panties in her hand. Holding out the panties, she smiled and said, "Here you go doll. I saw that you didn't have many panties in your collection. I assumed it was because you preferred mine." "Err, aaa," she broke me off. "Don't worry about it, hun. I think it's precious." She held the pink satin undies up. "Don't you just love these?" She was right as usual. The panties were simple, bikini with plain legs and waist, but the lace center panel and pink bow gave them a distinctively feminine look. I decided to go for it, reached up and took the satin gift from her hand. "They're exquisite! I love ?em." I unfolded my legs, bent over, and held the panties at my feet. With first one foot and then the other, I stepped into the leg openings, and then pulled the delicate fabric up my calves and over my knees. Standing up from the bed, I spread my legs and expertly tucked my little wee-wee up and away. Another pull on the panties, and they were up snug, forming that special feminine vee between my legs. I turned to Erika, lifted my towel to reveal my pantied crotch, "You like?" "Oh yes, very much," she answered, as she lightly touched the vee between my legs and slid her hand upward, at the same time licking her lips in an exaggerated fashion. "Come on now," she urged, pulling back and changing stride on a dime. She was such a tease. "We've no time to spare. Let me help you get ready." Taking me by the hand, Erika led me out of my bedroom to the dressing area in the main bath. She pulled a light terry robe from the door hook and handed it to me to replace the towel, which I did, and then she sat me down at the vanity table. "You know, you do fairly well with your makeup, but I can teach you to do better." "Oh, this is going to be such fun," she said, rubbing her hands together, an eager smile extending across her face. I couldn't help but smile myself. Erika seemed so excited. She gathered my long hair and pinned it out of the way with a large clip and then reached into the vanity drawer and retrieved an eyelash curler. Holding it in front of my eye, "bitch!" she exclaimed. She pressed her lips together and shook her head, "I never noticed how long your fucking lashes are." Erika spoke through gritted teeth, "You're so damn lucky!" But she proceeded to curl my lashes, continuing to shake her head all the while. ?You know, girls would kill for lashes like yours..." She went on. Talking to me the whole time, returning often to the lashes thing, Erika worked on my eyes. She applied heavy liner, top and bottom, and then thick mascara. "I know you like blue shadow, but no blue today." She said. "You trust me, don't you?" she asked. I told her that I did but still tried to sneak a peek in the mirror. Her hand went out quickly and caught my face, her fingers on my cheek, "no peeking..." She then spun the small stool around, turning it further from facing the mirror. Looking at her foundation and then at my face, Erika frowned, "You really do need to get more sun. Don't worry - we'll take care of that later. Wait here while I grab your makeup." She was out the door in a flash. I immediately had the urge to look in the mirror but thought about how much Erika was getting into being my makeup artist, about how excited she seemed to be, and I decided that I didn't want to ruin anything. Erika was back nearly as fast as she had left. Bending over in front of me, I enjoyed the sight of her deep cleavage as she patted the foundation onto my face. "You are a lucky girl. I think I have a heavier moustache than you do," she said with a giggle. Still, she spread a liberal amount of foundation from my forehead to the base of my neck. Next came eyebrow pencil, which she applied to my already plucked brow, and then blush. I so enjoyed the scent of the blush as she swiped it across my high cheekbone, fading it up and off my cheek. I figured that I must look pretty good, judging by the expression on Erika's face as she stood back and admired her handiwork. She tilted her head slightly to the side, bit her lower lip and proclaimed, "You do make quite the foxy lady." Again I started to turn toward the mirror and again she stopped me. "Crissi damn it, stop doing that. We're not quite done yet." She then picked up a tube of dark pink lip liner with which she carefully outlined my lips, and then followed with a lighter pink lipstick. "Your hair and then we're done, sweetie." "Isn't this fun?" "Yes it is," I admitted. "In fact, I don't think I've ever had such fun." I'm sure it sounded over the top, but I was just being honest. Erika paused and we met, eye-to-eye. She held her hands, bent at the wrist, finger tips over the center of her chest, "That's so sweet." The affection in her smile warmed my heart. Another 15 minutes of Erika playing with my hair, blow dryer, brush, a pin here, a clip there, and she was done. "You know, you really do need some bangs, and I think some highlights would totally finish the look. I wish we had more time now, but I guess that'll all have to wait until later." "Are you ready, Crissi" "Oh heck yes," I proclaimed with excitement. With a quick spin of the dressing stool, Erika turned me to face the mirror. She was an absolute magician. I looked at my reflection and it took my breath away. Oh my god, I had never looked so hot. My eyes were dark and seemed larger than ever before. My lips looked full and luscious, my cheeks rosy yet not overdone. Erika had my hair pulled back in front, with just a few curly locks hanging loose. The hair at my temples was pinned back tight exposing much of my ears, and my long tresses flowed down, falling over the back of my shoulders. "Oh Erika, I don't know what to say." "You don't know what to say because you look so fucking hot, right?" "Well yes... of course." I responded. "Thank you so much. I can't believe the way you've made me look." "Well believe it girlfriend. I told you that you were hot." "Now, do you still think that anyone's going to question your femininity?" "Well, I know I wouldn't. You're such a good friend. Thank you." I was completely stunned, and oh so grateful. Standing behind me, lightly massaging my shoulders, Erika met my gaze in the mirror and responded, "You're welcome, sweetheart. That's what friends are for." "Now I want you to run and finish getting dressed while I get ready myself. I left the other items I picked out for you in the chair in the corner of your room." Ever on a mission, Erika was back on track. Her tone was business like and matter of fact, but a bit lost in the buzz of my attraction to the girl in the mirror. I heard what she said but was so mesmerized that it didn't really register. Erika tapped me on both shoulders, "Come on now... Run along..." I slowly got up, watching my every movement in the mirror and started toward the door. "Crissi!" Erika blurted loudly. "I'm sorry - I'm gone," I said meekly and then scampered out the door and down the hallway. When I walked into my room, I spotted the pink skirt sitting on the edge of the bed and immediately felt a wave of excitement course through my body. I couldn't believe that I was actually going to go out in public fully dressed, and though I was scared to death, I couldn't wait. I hurried into the room, took the skirt, stepped into it and pulled it up over my rounded butt. The scalloped waist band broke a few inched below my bellybutton. The stretchy material fit snugly around my hips down to where it flared slightly, just below my vee and then turned out slightly into a 2" ruffle. I stepped into the 4" mules and felt another wave of arousal. Looking down over the skirt, across my smooth olive legs, to the white straps of the mule sandals, I wanted to sit down and relieve myself right then and there. I resisted my urge and pranced over to the chair where Erika had left the other items she wanted me to wear. Lying on the chair was a crinkly white linen tube top sitting next to the first bra I had ever purchased online. The bra wouldn't allow me to wear my breast forms, as it had its own built-in padding. It was white with a wide band that firmly held a molded plastic form up and against your chest. When cinched in place, the bra formed a decent amount of cleavage, and the padding under the form filled out the small cup. With wide pleated straps, the bra was marginally suitable as an outer garment, which was evidently exactly what Erika had in mind. I loosened the pull-straps on each side of the chest band and pulled the bra up into place. Tugging firmly, first on one strap and then on the other, I cinched the bra around my chest. A bit of adjustment to the shoulder straps to get some upward heave and I was done. I peered down at the shallow, yet ample, crease between my small breasts, at the white lace breaking over the mounded flesh, and smiled widely at how distinctly feminine it looked. The tube top finished my ensemble. I carefully pulled it over my head, so as not to muss my hair, and adjusted it into place. The emma style bust loosely covered most of my breasts, but allowed the lace top cups and scalloped neck of the bra to peek out. The ruched sides of the top provided a perfect fit that clung tightly down to where the banded bottom hit just above my bellybutton. Erika had great taste, I thought. I would never have chosen this outfit, but wearing it, I felt like a sizzling hot love goddess - I felt like Erika. I ran to my closet to stand in front of the full-length mirrored wardrobe doors. I loved what I saw. In all the times I had donned my female finery, I had never looked so good. Gone was the whore. The exaggerated look of exposed stockings peeking from a too short skirt, of heavy blue eye shadow extending to my brow, of long crimson red painted nails were all absent. The whore was now a woman, a beautiful woman. The skirt was still short, and the exposed bellybutton was anything but demure, but the look was classy, sexy but not overdone. Pose after pose, I preened at my reflection, for how long, I don't know - I lost track of time. I spread my legs and stood with hands on hips, just like I had seen Erika do so many times. I turned to view my bottom, moved my arms in every position I could think of. I squatted, bent over, looked to the mirror between my legs. I turned sideways and bent over slightly, holding my butt as high as I could. I loved the look of my smooth trim legs extending from the tight fitting skirt that showed the form of my fine rounded ass. I stood back, my weight on one foot, the other pointed toe down, one knee bent in front of the other. I looked hot and was feeling even hotter. My unrecorded fashion shoot went on for quite some time before I pulled my skirt up to expose my pink panties, fanned my hands out over the lace panel and gasped to a stop: oh my god - my nails! They needed paint, and oh damn, I needed jewelry... I hurriedly grabbed my jewelry box, not knowing how much time I had before Erika was ready. I first extracted a gold spiral bracelet, one of my very favorite items, and pushed it over my hand and around my thin wrist. Earrings were next, I selected a pair of tiered danglers, each with three charms. The way they looked with my hair partially back was exquisite. I had to have rings too. I picked out three, all gold with various stones. Around my neck I fastened a single gold chain, thick and shiny; it hung between and just a bit lower than my pronounced collar bones. Finally came my ankle bracelet. I only had one and rarely wore it. A loose link chain with a coin size yin-yang symbol, I loved the way it looked but always felt funny about wearing it with stockings. My path to the bathroom and nail polish led me by the full-length mirror, so I obviously stopped to sneak a peek. Again I struck several girlish poses but this time emphasized some item of jewelry with each. I turned my head to accentuate the earrings, placed my hands to show my rings, held my foot to show off the anklet. It was really such fun, and I did truly adore the way I looked, but I had to get on with things - besides, polish would be the completing touch. The small black case under the vanity cabinet contained my collection of nail color. I knew just the one I wanted, Lilac Lingerie by Revlon. It would match my skirt perfectly. With growing excitement I rummaged through the bag and retrieved the bottle I wanted. I grabbed a couple toe spreaders and some cotton balls, snuck another quick glance in the bathroom mirror, and I was off to apply some lovely color to my nails. I sat on the edge of the bed, just outside the bathroom door, and started my work. Being rather adept at the application, I had both hands done and dried in no time. Then, despite the urge to primp in the mirror, I held back to finish with my toenails. I pulled the chair I had used earlier over, slipped a foot out of the tall mule heel and rested it on the edge of the chair. The spreader in place, I started with my baby toe and worked my way up. I had the first coat on both feet and was finishing the second on one when Erika walked in. "Hey there sugar, you ready to roll?" I looked over my shoulder to see Erika enter my room. Her hair was teased up in front and flowed wildly back and down behind her shoulders. She was smiling widely as she strutted around the bed bringing her long tanned legs and sturdy ankle strapped Candies into view. She wore a white peasant top that showed her tummy and a short denim skirt that hugged the contour of her fine ass. I momentarily felt a twinge of jealousy, my personal bubble being compromised so, but it quickly passed when she spoke again. Looking down at me sitting on the bed, foot up on the chair, Erika whistled loudly, a wolf whistle, "Oh shit, aren't you the freaking' hottie!" Pride again swelled inside me. Erika held her skirt down as she knelt in front of me. "Here let me help you with that." She took my elevated foot from the chair and held it in her hands. The view from the bed revealed the deep cleavage of her full round breasts framed by the tight ruffled neck of her top. As always, I was completely mesmerized by her sensuality. She pushed the chair aside and gently blew on the drying polish. The cool breeze from her lips lightly tickled my toes but at the same time shot erotic waves of excitement high between my legs. She gently lowered my foot to the floor, took my other foot onto her lap and reached for the brush from the bottle of polish. I held out the small container and watched as she expertly spread the paint on my nails and then dipped the brush to spread the polish again. First one toe then another, concentrating as she worked, she looked so damn cute biting down on her lower lip as she continued without pause. Soon she was finished and returned the brush to the bottle, twisting it into place. She held my foot up and again pursed her glossy lips and blew gently across my toes. Again the sensations took the expressway from my painted nails to my pantied crotch. "You know, you really do look lovely." Her voice was soft and low as she cradled my foot and continued to dry my freshly painted nails with cool streams of air blown through her luscious lips. She kept my bare foot resting in one hand while she moved the other slowly up my calf. "You have such smooth skin." Her caress was soft, moving from my knee to where she stopped at my ankle. Again she blew over my toes, looking closely at the polish as she did and then lightly touched the vibrant pink. "I think you're dry, baby doll," and she was already removing the spreader and letting my foot down to the carpet. Picking up one of my heels, Erika said, "Here you go sugar." I responded quickly and slipped my freshly painted nails past the wide leather toe strap of the sandal. "You like?" She asked, holding my foot up for me to see clearly. Leaning back, my hands on the bed, I took a deep breath and replied, "Yes, I like very much, v e r y much." Erika grinned widely, obviously as pleased as was I with the look. She removed the spreader from my other foot and again helped me on with my heel. As she set my foot on the floor, she moved in closer, positioning herself between my legs and placing her hands on my knees. Large brown eyes looking straight into my soul, she slowly pushed my legs apart and gently ran her hands up the inside of my thighs. With a flick of the back of her hands, she flipped the hem of my skirt up, exposing the crotch of my pink panties. Erika crawled up closer, leaning heavily on the bed between my legs, and pushed me back with her hand. Resting back on my elbows, I watched as she grasped the ruffled hem on my skirt, pinching it between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and pulled it up over my tummy. I looked down to see my legs spread and my pink satin and lace panties completely exposed. "Now aren't those pretty?" She asked teasingly, not expecting me to answer. My breathing quickened in anticipation, and my heart started pounding as I watched Erika's cat like form prowl over me. I laid there with Erika between my wide spread legs, my skirt upturned, wondering what she had in mind, what was next. It didn't take long to find out. Erika ran her hands down my thighs, over my knees, down my calves to my ankles, and back again. "Fuck! You are one hot ass bitch!" She exclaimed loudly, and then ran her hands around, under my thighs, and grasped hold of my ass. She squeezed tightly, let go, and slowly slid her hands around again to the front of my panties. Lightly tracing the outline of my hardening cock through its satin covering with her nails, Erika seductively licked her lips. "Now that's not very ladylike of you," she prodded. Cupping my cock in her palm between my legs, "What are we going to do with this?" She asked out loud. I shook with anticipation but did not answer. "Well, there's only one thing to do with a big hard clit..." Erika teasingly walked her fingers across my smooth shaven thighs, up to the waist of my panties. She sensuously slipped a finger from each hand into my waistband and slowly began to peel the pink satin and lace down and away, revealing my pubic patch. Reaching up under me, she pulled the delicate undies around and off my prominent ass, and then tugged them down my thighs to my knees. "Up you go," she said, putting a hint of upward pressure on my knees. I moved further onto the bed, laid back, and quickly raised my feet high in the air, making it easy for Erika to pull the panties down my smooth calves, around my heels and off. Erika tossed the panties onto the nearby chair and then took one of my feet and pulled it to her mouth. She gently kissed my toes and then traced my foot with the tip of her tongue to my heel and up my ankle. She paused and placed the foot softly over her shoulder, momentarily holding my ankle, before she moved her hands gently up my calf, caressing my smooth olive skin. She reached as far as she could, past my knee, and slowly rubbed my outstretched thigh with both hands. Without thinking, I instinctively took my leg from the bed and placed it over her other shoulder. I can't even begin to explain the way this made me feel. The mere act of being on my back with my legs in the air shot waves of arousal to my core. There I laid, with Erika holding my ankles, my pink painted nails glistening next to the white toe straps of my mules, my heels dangling on either side of her delicate neck. The scene was absolutely intoxicating. I felt so vulnerable, yet I was gushing with lust - the lust a woman must feel when being fucked with her legs up and bouncing in the air. I felt so incredibly female. I held my breath as Erika ran her small hands over my calves, towards my knees. I felt the tickle of her charm bracelet on my sensitive skin as her caress continued up my thighs, heading for my naked loin. She moved forward, her shoulders now at the back of my knees, forcing my feminine feet high in the air. She circled my uplifted thighs with her soft caress. I let out an audible gasp when finally her fingers brushed my little pecker. My cock immediately jumped to attention and hardened with her touch. "Well, what have we here," she teased. Looking down at my rigid little cock, Erika smiled with a closed mouth and then wrapped her fingers around my hard flesh. "You have such a beautiful clitty, sweetheart," she purred. Erika let go and then brought both hands up between my legs. She gently cupped my boy-sized balls in the palm of one hand while she took my hard cock in the other. With all four fingers wrapped around my rigid shaft, Erika slowly massaged the underside with her thumb. I thought I would explode as she brought her mouth toward the bulging purple head. With her lips parted, she leaned forward and touched my turgid cockhead to her moist tongue. She pushed my cock past her lips and into her mouth, just enough to close her lips down tightly around the shaft, and then sucked hard as she pulled back and released my cock, pushing it from her lips with a kiss. Erika licked her lips, "mmmm, all girls should have such big, hard, clitties..." She gently squeezed my balls, the squeeze of an expert, the way I would squeeze them, and then loosened her grip around my cock and brought her outstretched tongue to the base of my shaft. I moaned loudly as she licked up the shaft heavily with the thickest part of her tongue, and finished with a supple tip through the notch of my helmet head. Rolling her eyes up to look me in the face, her large brown saucers set in a field of pure white, she peered through the strands of hair that partially covered her face. "Hmm, you want me to suck your clit - don't you, Crissi?" "Do you want me to spread your legs and make you cum?" Erika fluttered her long lashes and made an exaggerated gesture of licking her glossy lips. She pointed her tongue, making it hard, and then teased my piss slit, before taking my cock in her warm mouth once again. I looked down over my small breasts, framed in white lace, across the pink underside of my upturned skirt, now covering my tummy, to the angelic face of the most beautiful woman in the world, eyes open, lavishing my little cock with a wet tongue and moist kisses. I instantly became flushed with euphoria. I shifted my gaze to my smooth shaven legs resting over Erika's shoulders, my feet dancing high in the air, heels pointed slightly inward. Another, intensified, wave of drunken bliss rushed through my body like wildfire. It burned from my chest out to my painted finger tips, from my head to my tummy, from my throbbing cock to the toes of my high heeled feet. I was on fire and Erika was fanning the flame. "Oh yes, such a lovely clit, big and hard," Erika teased as she brought my swelled head to rest on her tongue. Without further word, Erika opened her mouth and took my burgeoning head inside. I immediately clamped my thighs down on her, feeling like I would cum then and there. But Erika reacted quickly, pulled my cock from her mouth and squeezed painfully on the head until the blood retreated. "Oh no you don't - not yet sweetie," she admonished. "You need to just relax and enjoy," she whispered as she released her grip on my small cockhead. Moving her hands out from between my legs, Erika slowly slid them under and around my thighs, lightly caressing the sensitive skin of my smooth ass as she moved. She brought her hands over the top and between my thighs, nearly at the knee, and pulled them apart and away from her head. Kneeling high, she rubbed my knees at the sides of her face and gradually lowered herself between my legs once again. There she found my cock hard again, waving in excitement, begging for her attention. "It appears that somebody's enjoying themselves," Erika teased as she pointed her index finger, sucked it into her mouth, and then touched it to the puddle of precum that had oozed from my little peenie. She played with the sticky fluid for a moment and then gently squeezed my shaft, just below the head. She milked as much slippery fluid as she could, collecting it all on her thin wet finger. "Oh yeah, my baby likes all the attention, doesn't she?" "Oh, fuck yes, Erika," I gasped. She was driving me way beyond wild. With that, Erika took hold of my cock with one hand, lowered her mouth and pushed the bulging head between her lips. She found my anal bud with her other hand, pressed against it with her finger, and smeared the precum she had collected from my oozing dickhead. I had never felt anything like this before. I had certainly played with myself before, but Erika was making me dizzy with a ceaseless barrage of sensations. She sucked my entire cock into her warm mouth and began to bob up and down. With one arm wrapped around my thigh to control our movement, she increased her play inside my asshole with the other. Erika massaged my anal opening, pressing her slick finger against it and then penetrating shallow, only to the first knuckle. All the while she rubbed and probed my ass-cunt, she held my cock tightly with her other hand. I watched as she repeatedly slid my cock past her full luscious lips. Each time she would take me deep into her mouth, bring her nose to my pubic patch, and then withdraw, tightly dragging her lips around my mushroom head. She repeatedly lavished the heavily veined underside of my shaft with her wet tongue, licking my hard stick from base to head before taking me back inside to swallow my full length again and again. "Oh yes, Erika. Suck my cock. Eat my clit," I squealed. "Oh my god, yes." It was plain to see that she was driving me into frenzy. I had never before been so frantically turned on, so needing to burst in orgasm but so wanting to prolong the intense rush. "My god, Erika," I gasped, my breathing now in blips and bursts, and very shallow. Erika ignored me and kept her pace ravishing my cock, tantalizing my ass- pussy. Without looking at me, Erika removed her hand from my thigh, reached under my leg and found my swollen balls. She squeezed them firmly as she pressed my cock to the back of her throat and pierced my sphincter, driving her finger as deep as she could into my tingling ass. With my cock engulfed in Erika's expert mouth and her finger dancing deep in my pussy ass, I glimpsed Erika's head framed by my long smooth legs. I followed the lines of my shapely calves, up over my ankles, to my feet, the white mule heels bouncing in the air in time with Erika's pumping of my cock. There was no way I could contain myself. I immediately clamped Erika's head between my naked thighs and began to writhe. We both knew that I was about to started dumping my load into Erika's waiting mouth. I reached out with both hands, digging my painted nails into her scalp and held Erika's head tightly against my loin, my cock deep in her mouth, as my orgasm began. My testies heaved as the first blast erupted. I clinched Erika's head between my legs and she responded by driving her finger still deeper into my buzzing ass. Erika massaged my prostrate as my second shot let loose and filled her beautiful mouth. Again I looked at my high heeled feet dancing over Erika's head, and again I gasped for air and pumped another wad of sticky jism. Erika held my cock tightly in her hand and pressed down, hard against my balls and groin. At the same time, she drove a second finger through my rear opening and pounded the pair deep into my ass. Five more times I spasmed and came into Erika's mouth, and each time she eagerly accepted my sticky load. My climax shattered my mind, leaving me panting, shaking, and out of breath. I tingled from head to toe, engulfed in a warm sea of euphoria. Never in all my life, had I ever felt so thoroughly and completely consumed by passion. I was starting to catch my breath when Erika removed her finger from my ass. She released my cock from her hand and forced my knees up near my head as she climbed fully up onto the bed with me. Her flowing black hair hanging on either side of her slender neck, Erika looked down at me lying on my back, my legs still spread and propped against her shoulders. She held her arms outside my thighs, forcing my feet high over my head as she moved forward. She leaned down, my thighs spread wide to accept her body between them, and poised herself over me. Erika slowly lowered her mouth to mine and I pursed my lips to meet her with a kiss. Holding my head in her hands, she placed her lips against mine and parted my lips with her tongue. Erika let go a surprise, a special treat - a full load of my steamy jism flowed from her mouth into mine. It was just the finish I needed. I melted into her embrace as we mixed the salty spunk between our tongues. I wrapped my arms around her and held her firm round breasts tightly against my own as I extended my tongue into her mouth. With our lips pressed together, I slurped the cummy treat into my hungry mouth. I passionately sucked and licked her tongue, and she eagerly returned the exchange. Panting and out of breath, we kissed over and over again. She bit my lip and I bit hers. We separated our mouths and then brought them together again, plunging and intertwining our tongues. Erika held my head and kissed my cheek. She kissed my forehead and licked my lips. Our heated exchange continued, without a word, for several blissful minutes before she released my trapped legs, letting them fall to the bed, and we slowly settled into a loving embrace. I held Erika close, feeling her heart pound against my own. With my hand under her top, pressed against her strong smooth back, I could feel her breathing as it gradually slowed. My heels were up on the bed, my knees bent and squeezing inward, holding Erika between them. We laid holding one another, our only movement from the rise and fall of my chest, while I still tried to calm myself. Erika spoke first. With her head still along side mine, her voice in a whisper, "I told you this was going to be fun." She gently kissed me on the cheek and then rested her head back on my shoulder. Laying there with Erika lightly passing her fingers through my hair, basking in the scent of her perfume, I stared blindly up at the ceiling, wanting the moment to never end. I knew that once I spoke it would be over, so there I laid, my hand under Erika's top, gently caressing Erika's smooth, trim back. I slowly slid my hand up over her bra, up and out of her top to her shoulder and then back down to the gentle curve at the small of her back, where it rounded and flowed into the finely toned muscled of her ass. I reached with my other hand to feel her thigh and slowly moved my caress up and under her skirt. "Stop right there." Erika grabbed my hand. "Keep that up and we'll never leave." She lifted her body up and knelt on all fours over me. Looking down with her hands holding her weight against my shoulders, her long black hair falling forward, our eyes met. "Believe me, Crissi, it's not that I don't want to... You're looking at one very horny girl, but we really don't have the time." Erika slid her hands gently over my shoulders as she sat upright. Still kneeling between my legs, she lightly fondled my breasts as she passed her hands over my chest. "Oh my sweet Crissi, we'll have plenty of time for this later. Let's get out of here, baby doll," and with that she found the hem of my skirt under my back, tugged it around my butt and flipped the front down to cover my exposed privates. Erika rose, softly stroking my thighs as she lifted herself from the bed. She extended both arms toward me, gesturing a helping hand. "Come on girl," she prodded. I reluctantly reached up and took her hands, and she pulled me up to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Looking down, I gazed at Erika's fine French manicured feet in her high white Candies. She had great feet, perfectly proportioned, smooth and tanned, and the white ankle strapped sandals wrapped around her small ankles only accented her natural allure. I just sat there silently pondering her beauty, wondering where this was all going. I had just had the most mind blowing orgasm of my life, with the most beautiful woman in the world, but somehow I felt somber. "What's the matter, sweetheart," Erika coaxed, somehow sensing the kink in my mood. I looked up to meet her gaze, "Ah, it's nothing, Erika." "Nothing? Then why the sad look?" I thought, and decided to fess up, after all, I didn't want to keep feeling the way I was. "I'm just confused, really confused. You know, a lot has happened in the last 24 hours..." My words were from my heart and my tone honest. Erika sensed my sincerity and squatted down in front of me. "It's okay, baby. Talk to me. Tell me what's troubling you." "What do you think, Erika? It's all of this." "I mean, what the hell is going on?" "Last night I was your all-too-eager sissy bitch, and now today..." I broke off, shaking my head, and looked straight at Erika, my perplexity easily visible. "What am I today, Erika?" "What is this we're doing?" I placed my hands over Erika's, still resting on my knees. "Fuck! Please don't get me wrong. I'm sorry if it sounds like I'm whining. I am so-loving every minute of this, but I can't help wondering where it's all going." "I want to know what's going on in your head - what I am to you." Again I looked straight into Erika's deep, bright eyes as I tightened my grip and squeezed her hands. "Am I your bitch, Erika? Am I something else?" As I talked, my words became more pleading, and I gradually became more aware of my own feelings. I didn't want to do anything to alienate Erika, but I needed to know the score. I sat, holding Erika's hands, my brow furrowed, my eyes begging for explanation as she began to talk. "Crissi, if I had all the answers, I'd be glad to share them with you." "What I can tell you is that last night was for you... well - mostly for you; At least it started out that way." Erika pulled free from my hands and stood, seeming a bit nervous. "I'm sorry, Crissi, but I have a bit of a confession; I did do a little snooping through your things when I started noticing my lingerie being moved about. I found all your pretty things and your sex toys too." "I, ah," Erika started fidgeting, holding her hands together and looking down and away, but she was smiling - a devilish smile. "Well, I thought up a plan that I thought would blow your mind." Gaining excitement as she started to reveal her actions, Erika continued her story. "You know, your reading materials made it easy. It was obvious that you liked the whole domination thing, and it was plain to see that the idea of sucking cock didn't turn you off. So, I put everything together with the fact that you seemed to have a thing for big black dildoes and decided to ask Leroy to play along and help me with my little surprise." "I thought I was making your dreams come true, and it seemed to me that I was right." She looked straight into my eyes again. "I mean, you sure didn't seem to mind last night... Please Master Leroy. Please fuck your sissy with your big black cock. Please make me your bitch..." Erika was holding both of my knees, giggling. She was fucking giggling! "See, Erika! That's exactly what I'm talking about," I snapped. "Now you're going to tease me about things? You have an odd way of making me feel better!" I looked down, averting her gaze, beet red with embarrassment. "I already feel bad enough. I can't believe the way I acted in front of you. I'm so ashamed." I clamped my knees together, buried my face in my hands, and began to sob. "Oh, I'm sorry, Crissi. I didn't mean to upset you." "Look at me, hun," Erika prompted as she tried to pull my hands away from my face. She held my hands in hers, pulled my arms toward her and placed my hands on her chest, above her bosom. She held my palms against her soft skin with one hand as she brushed my hair from my face with the other. "It's okay, baby. You know what, Crissi?" She started shaking her head side to side, in small quick movements, "You just take yourself far too seriously." My eyes opened wide in surprise to her "comforting" words. "Erika!" "Damn it girl!" She pinched my chin between her thumb and forefinger. "I'm being serious now. You say that you're so ashamed - ashamed of what?" She glared. "Did you enjoy yourself last night? We both know the answer, don't we?" Erika released my hands from her chest and cradled my face between her hands. "Tell me that you don't want to play the submissive sissy anymore and that's the way it'll be. We don't ever have to do that again." "But Erika, you see, this is just so embarrassing. Now you know how much I enjoyed being humiliated. You know what a pathetic little cockslut I can be. You've seen me slavishly worship another man's cock and even beg for his cum." "That changes everything. How am I supposed to act with you now?" "Oh Crissi." The understanding was obvious in Erika's voice. "You need to stop fighting who you are, sweetheart." "You're right, I did see you act out your fantasies, and it gave me an opportunity to act out some of my own. Did I enjoy playing the hot, dominant Mistress? You bet your sweet, panty covered, ass I did!" "I mean - I meant it when I said that the whole role-play is history, if that's what you want. But I'm really hoping it's not. You know, I've never done the whole fantasy thing before, but now I'm sure looking forward to the next time." "And when it comes to Leroy's cock, of course you couldn't control yourself. How do you think I feel when I'm holding that monster? Heck, I can barely fit my hand around it. It is a thing of beauty - one of nature's masterpieces." She went on. "Now, I do hide my desire a bit, mostly because I don't want to give Leroy the power over me, but that's just a difference between us. You like being submissive and I prefer to be more dominant - hell, it's a good mix, don't you think?" The mere sound of Erika's voice had a calming affect on me. Her words rang with truth, and though still not comfortable with the situation, I gradually became more at ease. I looked into Erika's eyes and got a glimpse into her heart. I knew she was sincere. "I guess so. It does seem a good mix," I hesitantly replied, still feeling shame but also finding some peace with it. "So, what about Leroy," I asked. "How does he feel about all of this?" Erika stood up, lifting my face as she did. She brought her forearms up, palms inward and fingers pointing up and out, "Leroy? Who gives a fuck?" She dropped her hands to her hips and continued, "Like I said, Leroy has a great cock - but that's it, and there are great cocks a plenty out there. Leroy likes to party and get his rocks off. Beyond that, he's pretty much an empty vessel." "Honestly, sweet Crissi, I really don't care about Leroy, but I really do care about you." It may have just been that she was saying what I wanted to hear, but somehow she had me entirely back under her spell. The excitement of the morning started to return. I looked up at Erika, now standing with most of her weight on one foot, her arms crossed, waiting for me to say something. She looked so very enticing in her linen peasant top, the smooth mounds of her breasts swelling up out of the neckline. The large silver stud in her bellybutton, centered on her flat tummy, was peeking above her short denim skirt. My eyes traveled downward over her long shapely legs to her small, delicate feet in her tall white heels. I felt the warm flow of content grow within me. I was under her spell and wanted to stay there. I would do anything for my goddess of love. "Erika... Do you really care for me?" "You know I do, baby," Erika reassured. "Then, I just want to say Thank You. Thank you for everything, but mostly for caring." "And I do so-appreciate last night. I'm not going to lie - it was a wild-assed dream come true, and I don't want it to be over." "I was hoping you'd say that. So, we're good then?" Erika was ready to move on. "Well, I do still have one thing that's kind of bothering me," I said timidly. "And what's that," Erika asked with a hint of impatience in her voice. "It's about this morning. I'm still confused about what's going on. I mean, this isn't like last night, and it's not like before..." Erika reached out and offered her hands to help me from the bed. "This morning," she muttered. "This morning wasn't planned," she continued. I took her hands, and she pulled me up from the bed. Still holding my hands, Erika leaned forward and kissed me softly, a slow gentle kiss on the lips. She followed with two quick pecks and brought her head back and away to look me in the eyes. "This morning is... well, it's about my feelings for you." "But come on now, let's clean up quick and get out of here. We've got an hour and a half drive. We'll have plenty time to talk. I'll answer any questions you have... promise." Erika squeezed my hands in assurance. "Okay then?" "Yeah, okay," I quietly replied. I was still confused, but the pain in the pit of my tummy was gone. Erika let go of my hands. "I'm just going to grab my things," she said, turning toward the door. I locked on her so-fine ass and watched as she left the room. "You want a coffee for the road?" Her words trailed as she headed into the hallway. "Sure, give me five, and I'll meet you in the kitchen." I picked up my panties from the chair and slipped away into the bathroom.