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Note - Here is the story I wrote, before I wrote about Justine, which was my original attempt at writing a non-magic, non-scifi, non-unknown chemicals, transgendered story about transformation, based on a request posted on TG Comics, where he/she just wanted a simple straight forward dress up story. Liking challenges, here was my first take on that request. No magic, no drugs, no science fiction, no s-m, just a very simple, and possibly believable, adult dress up story with a slight misunderstanding and with a positive ending. One other thought - through personal, um, observations, some of the incidents in this story are based on actual occurrences, including the effects of alcohol. Let this be a warning - if you're going to drink a little too much, make sure you're with someone you completely trust, or at least someone you want to be with, maybe even the same person. Being Nice Can Have Surprises The bed looks so inviting as Andrea helps me stagger into the room. I just want to fall into it right now and sleep for about a million years. "L.L,Le.t m.m.me sleeeeep! P.p.plueeeeze!" I mumble out to her in desperation as I longingly look at the pillow. She has a tight grip on me, as I would probably fall over if she wasn't holding me. "Ok, ok, my little sleepy time gal, I'll just pull the blanket back and you can sleep like you are." I just mumble an, "uhhhh," as she pulls the blanket back and I fall towards the pillow, thankful that I can finally get to sleep. I am so tired, I just don't know why, but I'm sure I'll feel so much better when I've had a nice long rest. "Th than.k......." I slur off as I hit the pillow and am instantly in a deep sleep. "You just rest here, Angela. Looks like the party girl has reached her limit!" she says to me but mostly to herself as she makes sure I'm on the bed somewhat comfortably. "I'm glad Steve is away until at least tomorrow and I have this available." She drapes the blanket over me. "Sweet dreams, hon." Andrea is a really great friend. I was actually a male secret cross dresser and she has helped immensely in allowing me to try different things and to get up the nerve to go out in public. At the company where I met her, we had been assigned to work together on a project several months ago and became good friends and I eventually confessed my secret. Well, actually she sort of tricked me into admitting it, but to my surprise, she was very accepting and supportive about it and promised to keep it a secret which she has, but only if I allowed her to dress me up on occasion. This is a like a dream come true for me, as I would go to her place, she would fuss all over me, and soon, I would be a decent looking young woman. Eventually, she gets me to go out in public, go out to nightclubs with her, and basically become her 'girlfriend'. She and Steve had been seriously dating for several years, and he has helped pay for an apartment for her with a second bedroom that he or they could use without him living there full time. But, they are sort of breaking up as Andrea has decided she wants to see other people and the lease is expiring; however Steve still has some hopes of staying together. As they were slowly growing apart, Andrea and I started our friendship, platonic though it was. She never told Steve, and fortunately, he did not know about me. This weekend, in mid spring with warm days and cool nights, he is gone on business and the earliest he will be back will be much later the next day as it is almost midnight now. Since his trip had been scheduled for some time, Andrea had encouraged me to come as her guest to a party she was invited to, in the artsy section of the nearby city, dressed as a young woman, where even if I were found out (or 'clocked'), it wouldn't be such a big deal. She helped me get ready and did she ever do a job on me. Andrea had always enjoyed makeup and clothes and made especially sure that I would most likely pass. I think that was part of the reason Andrea wanted me dressed - to give her a friend to fall back on, but to allow her to circulate. I am a little dark complexioned to begin with, so she emphasized that some and got me a little looking like her who was often told she resembled a certain Hollywood actress. Andrea decided to make me look even more like her. So, I was mostly de-body-haired, eyebrows plucked and shaped, minimal beard practically eliminated, a bikini cut between my legs, with a lot added - foundation, blush, eyeshadow, mascara with almost obscenely long eyelashes, liquid eyeliner, eyebrow pencil, lips full and outlined, with a gloss cover, toe and fingernails fully polished and lengthened, body seemingly poured into a tight fitting dress, with a very curvaceous figure helped by tight boning and strategic padding, pierced hoop earrings, and full dark brown wig styled to a t and taped and pinned down, and almost 3" strappy sandals, rather sheer light tan panty hose, besides perfect fitting natural looking breast forms. And everything down there is tucked completely out of the way. I might have probably fooled most of my family. To say I successfully passed at the party would be putting it mildly. Even the bi-gay guys hit on me. I was introduced as Andrea's cousin, Angela, from the hinterlands, new in the big city, and I played the wide- eye innocent country girl to the hilt. This helped explain our similar looks and my seeming naivet?. Of course, I had drinks in my hand all night long, mostly mixed, things like Long Island Iced Tea, drinks that maybe two or three could put one under. And even though I tried to pace myself, I'm pretty sure I had three...or more. I danced with a few guys and with Andrea and her other casual friends. We had practiced when I dressed just with Andrea, and she also showed me how to affect my voice to make it sound more feminine and I had really worked on it. Her friends easily accepted me as Angela. Some guys tried very hard to take over my care from Andrea, but she brushed them off, and was able to get me back to her place, feeling that I needed to be protected at least for awhile and especially being drunk. I did live too far for her to want to take me to my place, so the extra bedroom of hers was quite convenient. And anyway, she really likes someone to talk with in the morning about the previous night, and with this party, just like girlfriends, had decided I would do nicely. I must have slept quite soundly because when I finally wake up late the next morning, I realize that it is way after 10 AM. Looking around initially in confusion as to where I am, I remembered seeing this room occasionally when I came by Andrea's place, so I slowly understand where I am. Of course, there are no clothes for me other than what I am wearing, when I see a rather pretty night shirt that looks like it will come at least down to my thighs. I make the decision that I will be staying a young woman for awhile longer, mostly because there's nothing for me to change into, and anyway, I sort of like being dressed and I know Andrea likes it too, for a least a few hours the next morning. 'I guess Andrea must have put that there for me,' I think. 'She is so thoughtful and caring.' Holding it up, I continue, 'I really need to be out of this dress, though I do love it.' I take the dress and pantyhose off, guessing that Andrea must have helped me with my shoes last night. My panties and pantyhose seem to have shifted slightly but that was probably from sleeping in them last night. I sit down for a moment as I have an odd feeling in my bottom. Sort of tender like when I'm a little sick and things get real unsettled down there. I wonder if I was a little sick last night. I probably am as I sure drank enough. And I wonder why I have an odd taste in my mouth. I could use a drink of something like orange juice to change this sort of salty taste I have going. Maybe something tried to come back up when I was sick. I'm not sure. And now that I think about it, I certainly had the craziest dream last night. Like I was still at the party and I had paired off with one of the guys, but I don't recognize him, and we have gone to a quiet room off to one side, and he is calling me Andrea, when I know that Andrea is somewhere nearby, but she never comes. 'Oh!' I remember now in the dream him kissing me and holding me like we're on a couch or something, and it feels so good, and 'Oooh!' my muscles contract or something and that tenderness flares up a little. Got to stop thinking about this. But I certainly am getting off on thinking about those kisses. And something else, what was it, 'ooh!', there's that muscle constriction again. It's a little painful, yet somehow just a little sexy. But I can't quiet remember exactly what it was. 'Well, I've got to go out and see if Andrea is up,' I finally think since I have to get my mind elsewhere! I glance in the mirror after I have the night shirt on, and I have to admit, I certainly still look a little cute, at least to myself. I will definitely keep this going, at least a little while longer. No reason to change back yet. Oh, I should brush this hair, it is a little disheveled. My make-up still looks a little ok, maybe a little smudgy but not bad. Where's my purse? There it is, just touch up the lips a little like Andrea has shown me. Yes, there, we go. Hmmm, that is such wonderful fragrance. That perfume Andrea had me put on smells so nice. Need to ask her where she got it. What did she say? Oh, yeah, Steve, her boyfriend, oops, I mean former boyfriend gave it to her and she said he really loves it. I think those guys last night loved it too!' After using the facilities in the attached small bathroom, which makes me feel a lot better, and after I make sure everything is tucked nicely back into place, I walk out the door and the smell of fresh coffee hits me. I'm not really a big coffee drinker but right now I think it will taste ok. There's Andrea in the kitchen. "Hi, girlfriend!" I call out in the appropriate pitch, with a smile as I'm still thinking of that dream. I wonder if dreams are something from the past or possibly suggesting a future. "Good morning!" "Well, good morning. Back to the upright, I see! You certainly were the party girl last night! And when you crashed! Want a cup of coffee?" "Yes...please. Oh, I see you have juice, I'd like a little of that too, if it's all right." "Here, I'll get you a glass." She has a funny looking smile on her face. I look at her sort of puzzled and say, "Yes, what?" She smiles some more putting a cup and a glass in front of me. "Oh, nothing, really. So how did you sleep last night? Comfy?" I sigh, and reply, "Well, pretty good, I guess. I really don't remember much. I'm not even sure how I got here. Was I that out of it?" "Girl, you were way out of it. But I do know you had a really good time. You don't remember anything?" I think for a moment. "I remember dancing and lots of guys around. Did I do anything foolish?" She smiles and laughs a little. "No, hun, big sister or maybe close cousin, Andrea, took good care of you, um, at the party anyway." She pauses for a moment then continues, "You might have gotten into trouble, there...but I got you and us back here with no problem. And then all you wanted to do was go to sleep. And then..." her voice trails off, and I have no idea what she means by it. I should say something, "I think I remember that. Uh, maybe." "So you really don't remember anything else?" "No, um, should I?" She looks at me and smiles again. "No, not right now, I guess. Plenty of time for that." She glances at me and says, "So, you've decided to stay as Angela, huh." I forget what she was talking about before and say, "I guess, for awhile, anyway." "Well, you do look quite adorable in that night shirt. How does it fit?" I look at the night shirt and then remembering some of the evening, say, "Really nice. Thank you for leaving it out for me. I really do appreciate all you've done. Really! Last night was so...wonderful, I wish we could have stayed there, and I could remember it all, for hours more. But I'm glad you got me out of there!" Andrea smiles again and says, "Well, you certainly got a lot experience of what it's like to be a young attractive woman. Guys do go for you," she pauses and adds a little quieter, "that's for sure." I still don't understand why she has that sort of odd smile, but I let it pass. I say rather innocently, "I did have the craziest dream, though, some guy was kissing me, on a couch, I think, and yet, I kept hearing 'Andrea' but you weren't anywhere around." "Some guy, huh!?!" she smiles and looks right at me, but I'm not sure if it's a question or a statement. "Yes, but I have no idea who he was, just some imaginary person, I suppose." "Hmmm, you suppose. Well, tell me, did you like the kisses?" I blush a little and stammer around, and finally say, "I guess." "Oh my little Angela, you certainly are learning all about being a girl, aren't you. That was a quite interesting...dream." She is dressed and she begins looking around. "I have to go out for a bit, some errands; I shouldn't be more than an hour or so. Look around if you need anything. You can use anything. Oh, and enjoy breakfast." "Oh! Okay, I should be fine. Thanks." What does she mean by enjoy breakfast? Oh, well. She gets her keys and purse and as she goes to the door she calls back over her shoulder, "Oh, one more thing. Steve, you remember him, don't you?" She has that funny smile again as I nod. "Well, he got back a little earlier than I had expected. He's out getting a paper and things and should be back in a moment. Be nice to him...but I'm sure you will." And she laughs and closes the door. Ohhh! What? Steve will be coming here? A guy! Uh, oh! Should I change? Can I pull it off? Am I dressed okay? What do I do? What does she mean, be nice to him? Oh, dear! Before I can do much of anything as I'm in a little confusion, a moment later, the door opens and it's Steve, who I had met only once before when I was dressed as a male. I quickly think, I have to remember that I'm Angela now, and he doesn't really know me. "Hello," he says in the hallway before I can see him. "Oh, hello," I call back as he rounds the corner. He is actually a little more handsome than I remembered and rather fit and muscular. Taller than both Andrea and me, and he gives off this feeling that when he enters a room, he is now in charge. "Oh, hi, Angela. It is Angela, right?," he says and gives me a very big inviting smile, laughing just a bit as he sets a paper and a small paper bag down. "Uh, huh," I nod in reply. He continues "Andrea told me as we passed that you were up. She said you two had some night!" I can't help but think even though he looks like one of those macho male god's gift guys, he just radiates friendliness. I guess I can be nice to him. "Yes, and you must be Steve," I say as he comes over and puts out his hand. My manicured hand feels small in his as he gently shakes it, like he knows he is strong, but doesn't need to express it this way. His smile is quite radiant and I just feel happy and smile back. "It's nice to actually meet you, Angela. Andrea has told me a little about you." "I hope it was something good!" I say with a little giggle. He looks me over appreciatively and while I feel a little embarrassed, he says, "I can see the resemblance between you two. Although, um, don't tell Andrea, I think you're the prettier cousin." His eyes just seem almost hypnotic at this moment and I just look up into them. I flush a little at his compliment and try to say something, "Well, I, uh, thank you." Barely pausing as if he gets this reaction often, he says, "Have you had breakfast yet? I whip up a mean omelette if you'd like!" "Oh, uh, I don't want to put you to any bother or anything." "Not at all, I picked up some things when I got the paper, I was going to make breakfast for Andrea and me, but she's gone, so I guess you're the lucky one. Cute and lucky, that's a great combination." I blush again at his compliment and can only say a quiet, "Thank you. An omelette, um, sounds good right now." "So, are you just visiting with Andrea, or are you planning to stay awhile," he asks as he starts to prepare things. I can only look at him and think how handsome and how charming he is. I wonder why Andrea is breaking up with him. He looks up at me expectantly. "Oh, uh, just visiting. Actually," I've got to quit this stammering and I also have to think quickly as I may run into him again, "I...I may be moving near here in a little while and I was just, uh, visiting Andrea...to see all what's around." As he cracks the eggs and adds various things, he says, "That's great. It'd be nice to see you around." He looks at me and smiles that smile. Something about him makes me think I've seen him before. But, of course I have, several months ago. That must be it. "Uh, how was your trip?" I ask hesitantly. "Oh, usual business, too many meetings, boring travel, lots to catch up on. But the ending was pretty nice," he says as he glances at me again and smiles. I just let it go, not understanding it. We chat for a few more minutes, the nice weather, Andrea, and he finishes and serves up two medium sized omelettes and pulls up a chair next to me at the eating counter where I am sitting. "Here you go, I hope you like it." He is quite close to me and I feel a little nervous like he could just pick me up and toss me around like I am nothing. And a thought flitters across my mind; well maybe him holding me wouldn't be so bad. And I feel a little twinge inside. Hmmm, what is going on here? Instead, I say, "Oh, I'm sure I will. It smells so good, and looks wonderful." And I take a bite, "And...it's absolutely delicious!" "Good, good, thanks" "Wow, you're a really good cook. Do you cook often?" "No, I don't get the chance, really. I work late and usually grab a bite. And on weekends I'm with friends. That's why I like coming here. Andrea really appreciates my culinary skills." "Well, so do I!" We eat some more and I really like it. And I can't believe I'm sitting here in a kitchen with a guy, a handsome guy, a cute, handsome guy, who is sitting next to me, with my longish hair, my breasts jutting out, dressed in this darling little night shirt, and we're just doing everyday things, eating breakfast, chatting, this is so absolutely perfect. And I don't know why, but I feel safe with him, even dressed as I am. I guess it's because he is Andrea's boyfriend and I'm sort of a relative, I guess, so nothing will happen...or should happen...or...oh, I don't know, this is getting just too confusing, so I should just enjoy the moments. Just about when we are done, he gets a little serious for a moment, "Um, Angela, about last night..." I look up at him sort of confused, "Uh, last night? Were you, um, at the party?" He looks at me and takes a breath, "No, I mean later." I am even more confused and look at him rather blankly, "I don't understand, what later?" He asks very quizzically, "You don't remember?" "No, remember what?" "And Andrea hasn't said anything?" Now I am really confused, "I don't think so. She sort of looked at me a little funny at times, this morning. But all we talked about was the party. Is there something else?" "Uh, I probably should tell you." "Tell me what? What's going on?" "Here," he turns to face me while we are still sitting and takes my hands in his. I look at his hands holding mine, and then up at him. Him just holding me is getting all sexy, though I'm not sure what's going on, or why he is holding them, even though I like it. He looks deep into my eyes, "You know, you have beautiful green eyes." "Thank you." I blush a little, glance down, and then back to meet his gaze. "Um, well, you see I got in late last night, about 2, I was lucky to catch the last evening flight back." Oh, he didn't just come in this morning, he's been here for awhile. Where did he sleep, I wonder? The couch in the livingroom? He continues, "The place here was dark, and I didn't want to wake Andrea, so I came in quietly and went straight to my room. In the very dim light and shadows, I saw somebody in bed, and as it was still dark and I didn't want to disturb anything, I left the lights off. I assumed it was Andrea, because I had left a voice mail on her phone saying I might get in late, but I found out that she didn't check her phone until this morning." I think about what he is saying, and it slowly dawns on me and I start to say, "Wai..", but he cuts me off. "Please let me finish, okay?" I nod. "Assuming it was Andrea, because really even in daylight, somebody could mistake you two for each other, but in the dark, and not knowing you, I just assumed she had decided to wait for me and had fallen asleep. So, I got undressed and got into bed." I realize what had happened. He had spent the night...in bed...with me. Oh, oh, no, what did happen? Did he find out anything? What did I do? A little fearful now, I cut in, "Stop. What exactly happened?" "Please understand, I had no reason at all to think it was anybody but Andrea, and well..." I think about it for a moment and he is sort of right. I mean I know they were an item until very recently and maybe he was thinking that she had missed him, and decided to wait up for him. She surely would not have told him about me, very much anyway. So, he spent the night in bed with me. I was dressed, nothing seemed out of place this morning. I think. I should understand the situation and not get upset. I hope. "I laid down next to you, and you were all warm and breathing regularly and I slipped my arm around you, as you were facing away from me and..." Oh, a guy holding me, not on a couch but in a bed. I think I remember this. "Well, when I did, you actually sighed and snuggled up into me. And your hair was right in my face and I smelled that perfume I had given to Andrea and, well, it, you, just had to be her. You see that don't you?" Yes, the perfume, and me dressed that way, and in the bed where they probably spent a lot of nights. Oh, my, this was my dream. No, it wasn't a dream. It was...it actually happened! What else happened? Does he know? I can't tell, but I'm guessing at this moment, not. Should I tell him? Should I be upset? What would a girl do in this situation? "Uh, huh," I murmur. How could I not. "I held you close to me, tucked into me, and I was feeling really great. Back where I belonged, a beautiful woman in my arms," he pauses, "and I didn't realize just how beautiful until this morning." I blush a moment, and look down thinking to myself, 'He held me, that was my dream, but it wasn't a dream, it was actually Steve here holding me.' "And then the girl in my arms, you, rolled back towards me, and put your arm around me as you sighed again." He pauses a moment, with sort of a pained expression. "Please go on. It's all right," I try to be positive. "Your lips were all of a sudden right there, and," he pauses again, "and, well, they looked so inviting, and, well, I kissed you," another pause, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know." I look at him, I think he really didn't know. I suppose it's all right. I mean it does feel sort of sexy and romantic and all that. No, not sort of; really, actually. A guy kissing me as a girl and enjoying it. I mean it was an honest mistake, I suppose, if you could call it that. Well, what else can I do? "Pretty brazen of you, going around kissing girls you don't even know," I say with a little smile. I'm just kidding, but I should put up some kind of front. I mean, girls do have their honor to maintain, I think, anyway. "I'm really sorry," he looks so apologetic. I actually tighten my hands in his and say, "Steve, it's all right. I understand. I was just teasing. I mean it was just a kiss, right?" "Thanks. But I should go on." "There's more?" "Well, when our lips touched it was like you, Andrea, the girl in my arms..." I stop him, saying, "That's all right; it was me, I can see that, so you don't need to change names." "Thanks, I just want you to understand." "I do, please go on." "Well, as I said, you seemed to rouse a little from your sleep and you kissed back." "Oh." "And when that kiss finished, I said something like, 'Andrea, I am so glad you decided to wait for me.' And you just sort of sighed again, not saying no or your name, so I could only assume it was Andrea in my arms. And I was sort of up over you, not exactly on top, but pretty close." He is still holding my hands, I wonder why. Does he think I may get up and leave, or maybe try to slap him? Actually, it's all I can do to control my emotions right now. I just can't believe I was in bed last night with this so handsome man and we kissed, and he held me and ...well, I'm thinking he could do almost anything to me right now, and I would fall into his arms. But I can't, can I? Well, maybe a little... "We kissed, more than once, I can guess. Did anything else happen?" What if it did? Did he get in my panties? If he did, did he find out? That we're still here talking, either he likes guys dressed as girls, possibly is gay, or he didn't get that far and still thinks I'm a girl. I think the last is still true. "Yes, Angela, we kissed more than once, a lot more. Are you upset or angry with me?" I think for a moment, and then look down and then up into his eyes, "Maybe I should be, but knowing the situation, and how I responded...Steve, when I woke up this morning, I thought what you've described so far was a dream, but I remember the kisses, and at that moment, my memory is telling me, I know I wanted them. But, you tell me now, were you upset this morning when you found out it was me and not Andrea?" I may not like the answer, but I have to know. It will help me decide what to do next. He looks into the distance for a moment before coming back to meet my eyes, his are a steel blue, and he says, "Well, at first when Andrea explained that she slept in her room the entire night, I didn't know who was in my bed I felt terribly embarrassed, but when I came back this morning from getting the paper and I saw you for the first time, and we had breakfast together and now talking to you, no I'm not upset at all. I'm still embarrassed, but I also wish we could have met sooner." He pauses a moment and quietly continues, "Because I think I could fall for you." That is so wonderful to hear, and I look down for a moment in a little blush and embarrassment, but I look back up to meet his eyes. And I sigh, hopefully not too noticeably. But he continues, "I do have a confession to make." Uh, oh, this may not be so good, I hope not. "When I was holding you, thinking it was Andrea, one thing that I noticed was that I've been worried that Andrea is almost underweight. She is so thin." Yes, I agree with that. I'm not going to tell her how she should be eating and exercising, but I also worry a bit. I nod a little in understanding, but don't say anything. "The girl I held in my arms last night was just the right size, not fat at all, not too thin, but full, a real woman, and I really liked that. I had thought Andrea had gained some weight, and that I would have to spend a long time figuring out how to tell her that I thought it was the right thing, but not upset her. Knowing now that it was you, makes it even better, because I want you to know, I think your size, your figure is...perfect." I blush again, and say with a smile, "Thank you, but I think I could lose, maybe a pound or two." "Ok, but that's all I'll allow," his smile matches mine. I realize at that moment, that in a way, we are flirting with each other. I never in a million years would have thought I could do that with a guy, but right now it just seems so natural, so right. "But, back to what happened." "Yes, do please go on, and please, tell me everything." He sighs, "I will, it's the least I can do for you. And I hope you'll understand." "Steve, so far, I do, but tell me all." He pauses, smiling at that, and then continues, "Anyway, we kissed and sometimes even in the middle of a kiss you would fall into a deeper sleep and just sort relax. You never seemed to actually wake up, but you drifted between lightly sleeping and responding and deeply sleeping. So when you drifted off into a pretty deep sleep, and you seemed to really relax in my arms, I figured you were done for the night and I slowly and carefully rolled back onto my back with my arm under your head as a pillow. Just enjoying the moment, because it was so enjoyable." He pauses to catch his breath, and I think, 'That is so beautiful, I can just imagine sleeping there, my head resting on his arm, contented, and having him next to me, watching over me, taking care of me.' He then continues, as I realize that the night still has surprises, "I was just about to go to sleep when you seemed to rouse and you rolled into my shoulder facing me, and again you weren't awake just roused a little, and you snuggled into my shoulder so I brought up my arm around you and held you there, and then," he pauses and grips my hands a little more firmly, "you brought your left arm around onto me; below my waist, right on top, between my legs." "Oh...Oh!" I know exactly what he is talking about, all too well. I'm also a little shocked to say anything, but I am now fascinated by what he is describing. I had put my hands over his private parts, and he was naked. "Well, I'm not sure how to say this, politely, or etiquettely." "Steve, I'm a...a big girl, I do understand some things, just tell me, I want to know." He sighs, "Okay, I had, um, gotten hard, early on, and stayed that way, because everything that was happening was really a turn on. And another confession. Maybe it was late, maybe it was just coincidence, but whatever it was, I was harder, longer, deeper into it, than I had ever been with Andrea before, or...even with any other girl. It was a new sensation, and when you seemed to go into that deeper sleep, well, I started wondering how I would feel when I lost it. Except when you moved your arm and hand onto it, it instantly came back even harder. And your hand just sort of cupped it, not moving away an inch." I'm having a hard time concentrating. I'm in bed with this hunk and I have turned him on, more so than any other girl, is he bragging, trying to impress me? I don't think so at all. I'm getting to where I'm having trouble dealing with this. What do I do? What do I say? Got to try something, or I'll go crazy, "Um, Steve?" "Yes?" "If I had been fully awake would I have felt you when you were behind me and then up over me?" "Probably. No, definitely. I don't see how not." "Oh." I can barely imagine his hard cock pressed up against my ass, against my legs, and now I'm basically holding it. It's no wonder I responded. So far, it's the way if I was in a totally different place, I would have hoped a woman would have responded to me, yet this is somehow, unbelievably, so much better. I think I'm going to cum. No, no, not right now, please! "Are you all right? Angela?" he asks as I start to swoon just a bit. I take a deep breath, "Yes, give me just a moment." "Ok, tell me whenever you're ready. If you want me to continue." After a few seconds, I take another breath, shake my head a little and say, "Ok, please, go on." He takes a breath, "So, we're lying there, me holding you, you tucked into my shoulder, with your hand, firmly on my, uh, cock. I turn to face you and your lips are right there and we kiss again, and I feel like I'm going to explode right there, but I guess I pre-cum and one of your fingers seems to sense it, and..." He pauses and I am almost in a trance, and I feel my body just aching for relief at all this. Where is it going? "Go on," I whisper. "and...well, I don't know how to explain it, but I don't move a hand or arm, and you slide your head down my chest and before I can even imagine what's happening, I see your hair at my waist and then I feel your lips surround my cock, and I can no longer hold back, and I let loose." My eyes are closed and it's like I'm back in my dream, as the rest of it slowly becomes clear. I went down on him, gave him the relief he needed, and I did it voluntarily, on my own, like I knew what he wanted and what I was to do. And I know I sucked him off and swallowed it. We're both quiet for a moment, and then I whisper, "Is there any more?" "At that moment, I was sure Andrea was telling me we were back together, and when you finished, I gently pulled you back to my shoulder and we kissed again, but now you didn't respond at all, it was like you were in a much deeper sleep, fully totally relaxed and, I don't know, satisfied, maybe. But there was one more thing I knew Andrea liked me to do to her before finally going to sleep, and I gently rolled you over onto your stomach, you never roused at all, I pushed up your dress, pulled down your pantyhose and panties and took you from behind." "Oh, my, go...odness!" I am too dazed to say anything more. He finishes, "I wanted to go to sleep, but I knew I owed Andrea, you, so I straightened you up and went to sleep next to you, holding you for awhile. You were buried under the blanket fast asleep when I woke up this morning, so I let you sleep there and got my clothes and dressed in the living room, still thinking you were Andrea. And then Andrea walked out of her room." I gave him head, and he took me in the ass. That explains everything, including Andrea this morning. He probably told her a little at least. Hopefully not all. This is just...I don't know. What can I do, what can I say. My mind races. And I realize that there is only one thing I can do right now. I look up at him, and I can see he's a little, oh, scared right now by his eyes, by his grip on me, of what I might say, how I might respond, and he knows I have every right to be angry, and I say almost in a whisper, "Steve?" "I am very sorry; I cannot apologize enough, please..." I pull my right hand away from his and put my index finger to his lips, "Shhh. Now you do exactly what I say, do you understand?" He trembles a little and with confusion playing across his face, says, "Okay. Whate..." I put my finger again to his lips, "Don't say anything more." I stand and say to him, "Now stand up." Like a child knowing that it did wrong and expects to be punished, he meekly does so, and we are facing each other, with me looking up at him, and I realize, even like this, I have this big strong hunk in the palm of my hand, I am in charge, and it feels so unbelievably sexy, but I know what is to happen. I say, quietly but firmly, looking deep into his eyes, his soul, "Now cup my head in your hands and kiss me letting me know exactly how you feel about me, and don't stop until I pull back. Do you understand? Exactly how you feel about me, right now." He has sort of a bewildered look as he cups my head bringing it up to his bending over head and we press our lips together, and...although I was a little fearful of what might have happened, it is just as I hoped, just as I have prayed for, for the past few minutes, his kiss is so, so unbelievably passionate and deep, it is everything I want. And it tells me everything I need to know, and need to do. And we hold it there, and I can feel his tongue questioning whether it's all right, and my tongue answers back and in a second, his is deep into my mouth. And then after a moment, I drop my hands from his waist where I had placed them, to the front of his pants and I undo his belt, and pants button and zipper, letting his pants fall to the floor, as I push my kiss deeper into his mouth, letting him know I don't plan on pulling back soon. And then I slide his shorts down. Only then do I pull back and look up into his eyes as he looks down at me questioningly, and I answer, "If I'm going to go down on a man and give him head like he really wants, I want to know I did it and not have it be part of some dream, and, I want him to know I did it, and not confuse it with some other woman." And I drop to my knees with him still holding my head, relinquishing my power over him and giving him complete control over me and I give him a blow job he will remember for a long time. A while later, we are sitting in the kitchen and chatting, when Andrea returns. She sees us being friendly to one another and she says, "Good, I'm glad you two finally met. Is everything going okay?" I smile at her like she had smiled at me earlier, and then I look longingly at Steve and say, "I think Steve will agree, I did what you said," Andrea looks puzzled for a moment and then smiles back as I finish, "I've been very nice to him." The End PostScript - I may at some future date conclude this story, but only when I find out what actually happened next...as I really still don't know.