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The Scholarship by Couture "Have you heard anything Tracy?" Mrs. Jones asked her son. Who was busy playing the latest video game on the TV in the living room. "No mom," Tracy said, his controller making the staccato tap-tap-tap his mother loathed. "I've been accepted at several schools, but no scholarships." "I told you to play sports," Mrs. Jones said. "How many times did I tell you. Pick a sport and get good at it. It's a sure ticket to a scholarship. But instead you sit on your ass here in the living room playing your Xbot." "But I'm no good at sports." The skinny eighteen year old was far to skinny for most sports. There was no way to get good at any sport always being the last one chosen for a team and reluctantly put where he was least likely to be needed. "Besides it's called an XBOX." "If you stuck to a sport like you've stuck to those damned video games, you'd have 10 scholarships by now," Mrs. Jones said. "Maybe I can just go to a community college?" Tracy said. "And do what exactly?" Mrs. Jones said. "Become a mechanic?" "I can do college prep." "What comes after college prep genius? College, and it's college that we can't afford," Mrs. Jones said. "Why couldn't you have been more like your sister?" "She didn't get a sports scholarship either!" Tracy shouted, throwing down his controller. Shit, he'd been killed. Nothing got under his skin like being compared to his sister who always seemed to catch every break. "Oh now look at Mr. Highandmighty," Mrs. Jones said. "Stacy didn't get a sports scholarship. But she does go to college doesn't she? She goes to an expensive college and it's all paid for. How does that happen? Explain that to me Tracy." "She's lucky I guess," Tracy replied sullenly. "Lucky he says," Mrs. Jones said. "We make our own luck. Maybe you could use a little of your sister's luck. Why don't you see if she can help you pay for school. Go on. Ask." Stacy tried to tune the two of them out. They were always arguing. She should be enjoying her summer instead of listening to that damned bickering. Usually she didn't involve herself in these arguments. But this time she did. It just came out. She would have never said those words if she'd known what would happen next. "It is a shame he isn't a girl," Stacy said. "Jill graduated so my sorority has another full scholarship they are giving out." "What did you say?" Mrs. Jones said. Stacy looked at her mother's intense gaze. It was just an offhand silly thing. Nothing to take seriously. But her mother looked very serious and her brother - her brother looked very worried. "Nothing." Stacy's voice was a whisper. "No it wasn't nothing," Mrs. Jones said. "It was something. Now, tell me exactly what you said." "I said," Stacy continued reluctantly. "My sorority will be giving out another full scholarship. But it doesn't matter. It's not like he can apply for it." "And why is that?" Mrs. Jones said, her voice had a hard quality Stacy never liked to hear. "Because he's a boy." Tracy was chuckling, till he looked away from the TV and caught a glimpse of the look in his mother's eyes. The laugh died in his throat. "It looks like I was wrong about those damned games after all," Mrs. Jones said. "A few sports and he'd be all barrel chested and stocky shoulders. Just look at him. He's as skinny as you Stacy. He's as skinny as any girl." "But there are records." Stacy said. "His name is Tracy. Oh don't you worry about records, you leave that to me." Mrs. Jones said. "Now you help your brother go to college. There are no if ands or buts. What exactly does he need?" "No!" Tracy said. "No way. No how! I will not do it! Never in a million years." The newly diploma decorated high school graduate ran from the room and slammed his door. No. Never in a million fucking years. His mother thought she controlled him. But she didn't. He was an adult now. He made his own decisions. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Two months later... Tracy stared up at the large house. It was much larger than he'd ever reckoned. Phi Beta Phi symbols were on the front. His first time at college, he would have had butterflies in his stomach in the best condition. But these weren't typical conditions and Tracy was tee- totally terrified. His knees felt like jello. "You better not ruin this for me," Stacy said under her breath while keeping a smile plastered on her lips. "I mean it Tracy. I will not only fucking kill you, I will rip off your head and shit down your throat. Do you understand me?" "I don't want to be here," Tracy whispered back urgently. "And I wouldn't. Not like this. Not if you had kept your big mouth shut." Though the brother and sister sounded angry, they were both equally terrified. They both had so much to lose and so much depended on not getting caught in this charade. Tracy caught his sister looking him up and down. Making sure everything was as planned. Tracy dared to look down to be certain as well. God - a skirt, a turtleneck sweater, hose, boots, a wonderbra , panties. He'd never been so humiliated. "Hey Stacy!" A young blond said. "This must be your cousin? Welcome to Phi Beta Phi." That was the moment. Their last chance to end the charade. However, with their mother looking on expectantly from the car, Stacy and Tracy hugged the bubbly blond in greeting and went into the house, their belongings stuffed in a few suitcases and small boxes. ++++++++++++++ They were both certain Tracy would be exposed as a boy pretending to be a girl. But somehow he managed to pull it off. Making it through hazing, showers, sharing a room with a girl. There were only two things that still managed to cause the young boy concern. Making friends. It was hard enough to make friends in ideal situations. But now, now it was nearly impossible. For one, making friends with boys was near impossible. Tracy tried, but he soon found out the hard way that boys were all interested in something else other than hanging out together and playing video games. They were interested in girls. Even girls that weren't interested in them. This left girls. But that was equally awkward. They wanted to talk about boys, makeup, and stuff that Tracy had no idea about. The other problem? Mixers. God, how Tracy hated them. Every so often the sorority would invite a over for dinner or they would go over to a fraternity. There the young boy had to endure the unwanted attention from other boys. Usually he made himself scarce and blended in with the surroundings. It was there blending in, he began to make friends with Maggie. Maggie had dark hair and equally dark eyes, and would have been very attractive except she was on the chubby side. She always put just enough effort into the sorority, but she was never bubbly like the other girls. She was snarky. And the best part, she didn't talk about boys like the other girls. She talked about them, but in a way Tracy could identify with. "God these dweebs are so lame," Maggie said. "How much longer can this fucking mixer possibly last?" "An eternity," Tracy said. "Can I get you girls a drink?" a boy asked. "Sorry, I don't drink," Tracy said. "My shrink says if I mix alcohol with my medication," Maggie said. "It makes me homicidal." The boy laughed, but Maggie didn't. "I'm serious." she said, her gaze dead - scary. The boy's gulped down his drink, shook his head and walked away to find greener fields to plow. "Did you see him?" Maggie said. "A popped collar? Who the fuck wears a popped collar these days?" "I think you made him pee himself," Tracy snickered. "Just a little." Maggie's hand reached around to the small of Tracy's back and she pulled him close to her. So close he prayed his panty shaper was doing its job. He didn't protest. He knew this was something girls did with one another. "I did, didn't I? Boys are so stupid." Maggie giggled in Tracy's ear. God, to be that close to the girl made her loins ache. Oh how she wanted her. She'd dropped hints and the girl seemed oblivious to boys. She'd caught the cute blond looking at her out the corner of her eye, but had as of yet been unable to seal the deal. "Your lipstick is a little smudged," the buxom raven haired girl, tidied up Tracy's lipstick with her finger. It was only a matter of time till she seduced this innocent freshman. She was patient, and was confident she'd have her. ++++++++++++++++++ It was a friendship that Tracy was desperate for. A friendship that didn't involve talk of boyfriends and boys or clothes he didn't want and couldn't afford. A friendship his sister disapproved of. "I don't want you hanging with that girl." Stacy told her brother. "Who?" "You know who," Stacy said. "Maggie." "But..but we are rooming together now." "I heard. Next time you better ask before you switch rooms." Stacy said. "Break it off. This can't lead to anything good." "But we are just friends." "She's an odd one," Stacy said. "I get a weird vibe Tracy." "She's nice," Tracy answered. "She's a lot nicer and more normal than 95% of the other girls around here. All they talk about are frat boys and sex." "That's just what I said. She's weird," Stacy said. "But have it your way 'sis'. You are always so 'smart'. From the way you defend her, it sounds like you are getting ideas. You better not be getting any ideas, you got me?" "I'm not getting any ideas," Tracy lied. "It isn't like that at all. We are just friends. I don't think of her that way." "Good," Stacy said. "Keep it that way, you hear?" "Yes Stacy..." +++++++++++++++= Of course Tracy ignored his sister's advice. How could she expect him to break it off with his new best friend? The only friend he had at this lonely - lonely school. She had no idea the kind of relationship the two girls shared. Or maybe she did and it was jealousy talking. Even now, Tracy sat on the bed talking to Maggie, painting her toenails while they talked. And speaking of talking, the two could talk for hours on end. "God, Tracy, you should have seen the test results for sociology. One quarter of the class failed. The professor scheduled the test for a Friday. Everyone was out partying the night before, the class reeked of it. I heard the girls behind me talking yesterday. She said she sucked the professor off to change her grade. These kids are so slack. I don't know why I'm here. But if I wasn't here, I wouldn't have met you. I can't imagine going to school anywhere else but with you." Tracy had never been this close to anyone. He was her best friend and she was his. She was more than that really. He had feelings for her. He wanted so much to tell her the truth, but he couldn't. And it hurt. It hurt to hold back something so important from his best friend. Maggie wiggled her toes. "Pretty. Now blow me." Tracy felt his cheeks color. He'd already done her nails and blown them dry. It felt a bit odd to blow on her feet. It felt ...a bit subservient somehow. Worse, she'd asked him to blow her fingernails. She'd shortened it to a mere, blow me. Blow me. Did the girl know the meaning of the term? Yet she wriggled them so cutely. She sat there on a pile of pillows, wearing an old form fitting t-shirt that hugged her buxom curves, her nipples poking through invitingly. Maggie was still a little overweight. She wasn't the sort of girl Tracy imagined himself with. But God, the way her voluptuous pale legs extended and every now and then gave him glimpses of her panties were causing him uncomfortable stirrings down below. He should have said no. But he couldn't. Then doing it. Blowing her newly painted toes while she wriggled them. The stirring in his groin grew almost painful. There was no danger in being exposed. He was securely tucked into his tight shaper. Yet, certain natural occurrences that caused pleasure in most boys, caused just the opposite when nature wasn't allowed to take its course of action. Maggie licked her lips. Her cheeks grew warm. God how she wanted this girl. She felt certain Tracy was into girls too, but as yet the seduction wasn't complete. There was an innocence - a naivety that attracted her but at the same time kept her prey from her. Maggie dug into Tracey's drawer and returned with some pink polish. "Now it's my turn to do you." she said, emphasizing "do you." And started with his fingernails. Blow me. Let me do you. Was Maggie flirting with him? Tracy felt his cheeks grow warm. He hoped not, but at the same time, he liked the idea. A tingling down below reminded him that a part of him liked the idea even more. "It's amazing that we are best friends," Maggie said. "When we are such opposites in so many ways. I like dark colors, you like pretty pinks. I like jeans and t-shirts, and you like frills and lace. The only thing we really have in common is that we don't fit in with the other girls. I know why I don't fit in - but I can't see why you don't." Tracy wanted to tell Maggie that he didn't like pink or lace. He had to wear them. He had to go the extra mile to appear feminine, while Maggie could do it with practiced ease. "I guess I'm just introverted." Tracy said with a shrug. Lying but what else could he do? Truth was not an option for him no matter how much he wished it were. "I feel like I'm holding you back," Maggie said. "I have a bad attitude about things. I see the glass as half empty. You see it as half full, I know you do. I don't want my apathy and pessimism to rub off on you. As a matter of fact, I never imagined I'd get accepted here in the first place. I rushed as a joke. I can guess though, somehow they found out I have money." "And I have none. That's why I joined. I needed the scholarship." Tracy said, at least being able to speak the truth about this one matter. "Well, you can make the most of it," Maggie said, turning the conversation to a different subject, trying to corner the girl that was alluding her thus far. "You should talk to one of those juvenile frat boys at the next party. Don't hang out with me- I think I scare them though I can't imagine why." "I don't like frat boys," Tracy said, thinking I don't like boys period, but being unable to say so. He didn't like this new talk of sex with Maggie. He liked her specifically because she usually avoided such conversations. "Who did you date in high school?" Maggie said, moving on to Tracy's toenails. "What was he like? I bet he was one of those tough loners." Tracy blushed. He had made up lies for the other girls, but for some reason he couldn't lie about it to Maggie right now. Not the way he felt about her. "You didn't have a boyfriend in high school did you?" Maggie exclaimed. "Oh I've got the dirt on you now. Now I see why you are so shy. You've never done it before, have you?" "Well have you?" Tracy said, blushing quite furiously now, trying to turn the conversation back to Maggie. It was conversations like this that made him avoid hanging out girls in the first place, and he hated talking about them with Maggie even more. "As a matter of fact I have. i've done some things you probably haven't even thought of." Maggie said. "But we are talking about you and don't try to change the subject. So tell me, have you even kissed?" Tracy nodded. "I mean really kissed you sexy little virgin," Maggie said. "I mean tongue on tongue that leaves you all tingly inside. Not a little peck on the lips." "No,' Tracy said meekly, his cheeks grow even warmer. No he hadn't. What's more, Maggie called him sexy. It stirred feelings inside him that he could ill afford in his precarious situation. "There's nothing to it," Maggie said. This innocent little girl was soon going to be putty in her hands. She should have been more direct ages ago instead of all the teasing and innuendo. "Nothing to be afraid of. See, when you kiss, he'll come in close, and you just kind of keep your distance. If he goes too fast, why you just feel free to dodge out of the way. Here I'll show you." Suddenly the room grew hotter and Maggie went in for a kiss. Despite the doubts that assailed him, Tracy didn't draw away. Not even when Maggie's tongue entered his mouth. He sighed. It was heaven. Maggie withdrew and frowned, on one hand she was excited, she'd kissed and the object of her affection went along. But something was missing. Something important. "You aren't supposed to let them go in there like that," Maggie said. "It's like I told you. If they go in quickly, you dodge out of the way. Otherwise, they will think you are easy. You don't want boys to think you are easy do you?" "No," Tracy breathed, his cheeks blooming a bright red. He'd reacted to Maggie's kiss and now she thought he'd kiss any old boy the same way he kissed her. Tracy felt a hollowness in his heart. He'd wanted her kisses, not some training lesson. But what could he expect? He was trapped here, pretending to be a girl. A girl who thought of him as a friend and nothing more. "Let's try again," Maggie said, going in quickly again, but this time Tracy kept the brunette away with a hand on her shoulder, already feeling spurned from the first one. "Keep your hands down," Maggie warned. "Damn it Tracy, your nails aren't dry. I've had this night shirt for years and I think you've ruined it." "Sorry," Tracy felt his cheeks grow warm. "It's okay," Maggie said. "It's old anyway, but it has sentimental value. I couldn't bear to part with it even with a little polish. Reach your arms up high to keep from ruining your nails so we can try again. Just use you body and your lips to control the pace. It will be good practice. Let's try again." Use his body? How? Maggie rushed in for another kiss, her lips parted and tongue extending. Oh how he longed to feel that kiss once more. His body yearned for it. Ached. But he didn't want Maggie to think he was some kind of loose girl, so he leaned away from the kiss, keeping just out of reach. Feeling her hot breath on his face. Her kisses on his neck. Trying to work her way up to his lips. Her fingers running through his hair, gently touching his body. The feelings were driving him crazy. It grew harder and harder to fend her off. No matter what his brain told him, his body had other ideas entirely. "That's much better," Maggie said, less than an inch from his lips, her loins dancing with heat. She was quickly soaking her panties and she prayed Tracy didn't suspect. The sexy little blonde was squirming so delightfully, yet subserviently obeying Maggie's every instruction. Her hands still held up so sexily and obediently. The sense of power was quite a rush. This was it. This was what had been missing with the first kiss. This was what she truly craved. God she needed more. "This time I'll come in real slow. Now, I'm going to try to kiss you again. Don't give it up so quickly. Make me work for it." Dear God. Tracy couldn't believe what he just heard. He'd struggled so hard to resist, and she wasn't even trying to kiss him? How could he possibly follow her instructions if she really tried to kiss him? It was his chance to test his steely reserve as Maggie's tongue darted out, licking Tracy's lip. He could feel her breath. He could almost feel the heat radiating from her skin. His heart hammered in his chest. Her lips brushed against his. Her teeth nibbled his lower lip. Oh how he wanted that kiss, but he held back his urges. Maggie moved back slightly. She brushed her lips against his once more. Her tongue darted out. And with his mind screaming not to, Tracy met her tongue. Met her kiss for kiss. Met her passion with his own. He was helpless to stop. "That was very nice," Maggie's cheeks were as flushed as Tracy's. Her pupils dilated. You are mine she wanted to sing. All mine. "For a sexy little virgin, you are quite a kisser. Some day, I'm sure you are going to make some boy very happy. Turn into a real heart breaker. But you gave in far too quickly. Don't worry, you'll get it with practice - and we have all night." Tracy couldn't even form a reply. Even if he could think of something to say, he feared it would be the wrong thing, but he knew that he wasn't going to make some boy happy. He wanted to make Maggie happy. "I have so much to teach you..." Maggie went in for another kiss. Starting out gently and furtively as before, but this one growing much more hungry. Biting Tracy's lip. Probing his mouth with her tongue. Her hands roaming him possessively. He tried his best to resist. Accepting her kisses, but not giving in. Not letting her think he was easy. "You want to learn don't you?" Maggie asked, sucking Tracy's lower lip, nibbling it, then kissing her roommate deeply. You are mine now, she thought. It is time for you to learn the joys of lesbian love, and she kissed Tracy's neck and moving softly, silently. She had no intention of allowing this shy little beauty to get away. "Yes.." Tracy breathed with Maggie's hot breath in his ear. He was in heaven. But sometimes heaven can be a very dangerous place. "What the fuck?" Maggie exclaimed. Oh God! He'd been so caught up, he'd never realized what Maggie was doing with her hand. Slipping it surreptitiously beneath his t-shirt and sweat pants, and down into his cotton bottoms - even past the tight lycra undergarment that hid his male shape. "Wait!" Tracy wrestled away from her hand. "What the hell?" Maggie was still stunned. Her mind shifted into gear. What she felt, it was impossible, and yet she was certain. "Please don't tell." Tracy said, and regretted the words instantly. He should have lied. He should have said anything else. "Please-please- please..." "What is all...what is all this?" Maggie's eyes narrowed in anger. Was it possible? The object of her affection was not what she thought? Was something else entirely? "Some fucking joke? God I should hand you your ass for this. You crossed the wrong fucking girl let me tell you." "No, it - it wasn't like that-let me explain." Tracy fell to his knees and begged harder than he ever had in his life. He explained how he came to be there in the sorority dressed like a girl. How he had fallen for his new roommate. But Maggie's eyes were hard. They hadn't softened at all. Tracy began to despair that he would be going home... "Fuck. Fuck. You bastard." Maggie said. She'd wasted her time pursuing, almost falling for, someone who wasn't even girl. Wasn't what she'd wanted after all this time. She looked at him trembling with wet tears falling down his reddened cheeks. His blond pageboy cut. His slim hips and nice butt. Oh he would be very popular...in jail...the lying fuck. An idea began to take hold in the fresh earth of Maggie's imagination. "Show it to me," Maggie said. Tracy blushed. He couldn't. He'd wanted nothing more a few minutes ago. But not now. Not like this. "I expect a bit more cooperation." Maggie said. "You know that I'm all that is standing between you and a jail full of perverts just like you. Only these perverts would be much bigger than you and meaner." Tracy's eyes widened in alarm. Jail? For what? Maggie answered the question that he never asked. "For pretending to be a girl so you could take advantage of me. And you have taken advantage of me. You've watched me undress all these nights. God, seeing everything I have without my consent. You fucking pervert. Well, I got news for you , now it's my turn you sick freak. Show it to me. Now." Tracy stood. He blushed furiously. He thought quickly, but he couldn't see a way out of his predicament. He wasn't a pervert. He was forced into this situation by his mother. But, he knew Maggie would never believe him now. With trembling hands, he took off his shirt. "So the bra is stuffed I take it?" Maggie said. Watching Tracy, she could feel her initial anger dissipate. She tried to hold onto it. She wanted to rage. She wanted to punish this little shit who had fooled her. But there was something about him. For one, he was still very ... attractive. For another , he was so...obedient. He'd be even more obedient now that she held his life in the palm of her hand and wrapped around her finger. Seeing him there trembling in a bra and sweats it was hard to believe he was really a boy. Tracy blushed. "Yes," he admitted. "Leave it on, but take off those ugly yoga pants." The blush in Tracy's cheeks went down to his chest. He removed his pants. "Is it really that small?" Maggie said. To another girl it would have been a put down, but to Maggie it was a compliment. Tracy still looked like a girl to her. He still made her hot. Made her tingle. Which only fueled her anger. How had she been duped? "I can't even see a bulge. No wonder you've been able to pass for so long, you are almost a girl." Each comment seemed a blow to Tracy's pride. He was terrified. He almost argued, but thought the better of it. For there was more than met the eye. "I have two pair of panties on." Tracy said. "A regular pair and a special pair that ... keeps it hidden." "I want to see." Tracy took off the ordinary cotton panties, leaving him only in a flesh colored tight thong, specially made to control his bulge. "Even like this, I still can't believe you are a boy," Maggie said. "Go on. Let me see it. Take out your disgusting worm." It wasn't a worm, it was his penis. With cheeks burning a bright crimson, Tracy lowered his control panties. He'd often fantasied of being naked with this very girl, but never like this. "It's so small. Is that all there is to it?" Maggie teased. "It felt bigger when I touched it before. It must have just been the shock of finding something foreign in a girl's panties." Tracy wanted to crawl away, so great was his mortification. He wasn't ordinarily that small. It was just..the stress of being found out. The threat of jail. They'd served to frighten and shrink him. However, he dared not argue. So instead he begged. "Please Tracy. I would never have done this. It was the only way I could go to school. My mom made me. I had no choice." Maggie's lips turned up in a slight grin. She wanted to be furious, but Tracy was so pathetic it was almost impossible to hold onto her anger. The girl rummaged through her drawer and tossed him several items. Several small and sheer items. "Pull your panties back up and dress in this. Now." Tracy looked through them. What was going on? "I don't understand..." "There are two ways this can go Tracy," Maggie said, revising her plans for her roommate. "Speaking of which, is that even your real name or another of your lies?" "It's my real name.." Tracy answered. "Good," Maggie said. "This may actually work out for both of us. Now that I've seen what there is to see, I feel a bit more confident we could pull this off. There's just not very much there for anyone to discover in the first place. However, now that I know your secret, I have a choice to make. To turn you in...or become your accomplice since you've dragged me into this. So if I'm going to be an accomplice, I need to make sure you won't get caught and also if you are worth the trouble. Now put them on, or do you want me to turn you over to Gwen. You know she's a criminal justice major, don't you? That should be rich." "I-I don't want you to turn me in. I just...Tracy wanted to obey, but he was out of his depth here. "I just...I don't know how all this works." Tracy stammered, holding up what happened to be a garter belt helplessly. "You have a lot to learn, and I don't even know if I should even bother," Maggie sighed. "Okay, here let me help. But just this once. I'll expect you to do it yourself next time. All boys have to do is whip it out, but girls have to do so much more. But you'll soon find all that out." Poor Tracy only had experience with the minimum of girls clothes. He'd never worn stockings that required garters. He'd worn some heels, but nothing like these. How could someone be expected to stand in them, much less have to walk? Maggie looked at her roommate critically - almost as if for the first time. She'd fantasized about seeing Tracy dressed up in some lacy nothings and a pair of heels almost every night for the past few weeks. Now it was bittersweet. He still looked very sexy. Very appealing. Yet inside she knew he wasn't a girl. Well, it would serve the little bastard right to get a little taste of what she wanted from a roommate. "Now let's try kissing again. It's more important now than ever. Before, you were just an inexperienced girl who had all the time in the world to discover this stuff, but now you better learn quickly or risk being found out," Maggie said, moving close, her mouth slightly open and tongue extended. "Just like we did before, hold your arms up and keep your hands out of the way." Tracy knew what to do this time. He'd already played this game once before. He played it coy, waiting for her to brush her lips against his. "Drop the innocent girl act. I know what you are now. A pervert that dresses in panties and skirts." Maggie said in a matter of fact tone. "Now kiss me. Suck my tongue. Do it pervert." The dark haired girl parted her lips and stuck out her tongue. Poor Tracy preferred the other way, this way seemed so - embarrassing. Reluctantly, he did as she bid and sucked on her tongue. "Show some enthusiasm," Maggie said. "Or maybe you want to learn how to kiss in jail? You'd suck a lot more than face if that is the case, let me tell you. Is that what you want? We can call Gwen right now, if you like." "No." Tracy licked his lips and tried again. Caught up in this position, instigating the kiss with his arms held over his head, he couldn't help but feel weakened somehow. Worse, she didn't seem inclined to kiss him. Instinctively, he knew he had to kiss her to pass this test. He tried the things she had tried with him. Light coaxing kisses, dotting Maggie's chin, her ear, even on her unresponsive lips. Eventually her lips parted. He kissed her passionately. He could feel her respond. Could feel her tongue extend. Tracy did as she bid. Sucking on her tongue. Sucking it into his mouth. He felt a bit of extra wetness in his mouth. Was it Maggie's saliva? He wasn't sure, but he felt that tingly feeling return once more. The warm feeling made his embarrassment a bit more bearable. "Not bad. For a pervert." Maggie said, licking her lips, then moving close once more. She was hot. No she was more than hot. She was steaming. She was still angry. Angry to have been duped. Angry that Tracy was a boy and not a girl. But the hot flashes of pleasure pulsing through her loins was quickly overcome her resistance to the idea of kissing a boy. Besides, Maggie had long had fantasies she was ashamed of. Fantasies that would scare the innocent girl she thought she was pursuing. But fantasies a boy - a perverted boy in hiding would be helpless to resist - fantasies that could be explored. In depth. "Again." This time Maggie kissed him passionately. Exploring his mouth with her tongue, nibbling his ear, sucking on his neck. Tracy felt her hand slip up under his bra. Teasing his nipple. His body tingled in response. But then her touch grew hard, catching his nipple between forefinger and thumb and giving a cruel twist, and the sucking on his neck grew more forceful, in danger of giving him a hickey and a painful bite. "Ouch," Tracy admitted, his lean body squirming in Maggie's firm grip arms coming down and attempting to force the girl away. "That's a nice touch," Maggie said in a low voice. Dominance and submission - this was her fantasy. Boys always tried to be boys, but she wanted someone soft - someone yielding. She'd have it one way or the other. "Boys are tough...a little fake whining will surely make them think you are a girl. Now get those arms back up. I won't tell you again." Poor Tracy could feel her cold blue eyes boring into him, as he raised his arms back up over his head. They felt weak and slightly numb. Worse, she'd taken his cries for fakery, but the truth was, it had hurt. He felt unmanned by that admission, because as Maggie said, "Boys were tough." Maggie kissed him again. Kissed him however she willed. Her hands roaming over his body. Palming his ass. Rubbing up and down his crotch, making his pent up balls ache. But, those very same hands that gave such pleasure - they could turn hard as well. Her fingers twisting and pulling his tender nipples. He held his breath, tears welling in his bright eyes, not feeling like a boy at all, until finally he was forced to admit his weakness. "Ouch Maggie..that really - umm - hurts." He gave a great gasp when she finally released him. "You are learning quickly, you almost had me half convinced. Most boys don't know it, but girls have sensitive nipples. It's like you instinctively know how a girl feels. Yes, this may work after all," Maggie said, her nostrils flaring., meaning something entirely different than what Tracy heard. "It may indeed." His nipples still smarting, Tracy was so very relieved when she took him by the hand and led him to bed. "Now it's time for you to learn something else every girl learns at some point in her life" Maggie breathed, taking off her nightshirt and then shimmying out of her panties. God she was incredible. Standing there nude and unselfconsciously, she was soft and round and all that he had imagined. She made a mound of pillows on her bed, and sat down, reclining against them. So beautiful. So powerful. Tracy had seen her naked before, but never like this. Then she did something that made his heart pound and knees grow weak. Maggie spread her legs wide. Her short curls were dark and matted. The lips of her sex were a dark pink, almost purple in color. Not like the girls from the porn he'd seen, but she still looked attractive to him. His cock ached as it fought against the confines of his shaper. "Come to the foot of the bed baby," Maggie said, beckoning him with a crooked finger. All this kissing has got me all hot and bothered. If you are going to pretend to be a girl, you may as well learn what a girl has to do when she get's someone in a state like this." "I don't understand," Tracy stammered, face flushed. He thought he did, but he wasn't sure. He didn't want to assume. Not when the consequences could put him in jail or worse. My God, was it possible. Was he going to..have sex? "Don't be a stupid." Maggie said. "Are you trying to be dense?" "No.." Tracy mumbled. "Well, you can't just tease someone up and leave them hanging," Maggie explained. "Don't be stupid. You know what to do. Use your mouth on me. Like I said, you've got me hot. Now take care of it." "But I've never," Tracy breathed. "Sush..there's nothing to it. I'll tell you everything to do. But you better remember next time," Maggie said. "Ok," Tracy replied. There was going to be a next time? He was relieved in so many ways. She had forgiven him and he was going to get to make love to her. "Blow on it first," Maggie said. "Make your breath nice and warm. Just like that. Mmmmmmm....now use your lips. Just the tenderest of kisses. Oh Tracy...that's nice. Do you like it? Do you like making love to my pussy?' Maggie's fingers ran lovingly through his hair. Her soft moans were music to his ear. Her aroma was thick and musky. Her curly hairs tickled his nose, even though her musk smelled more than he had reckoned. The lips were pink and moist. Like a pink flower. It would be perfect except for the tight pair of shaping panties keeping his manhood tucked and safely out of commission. "When I ask a question, I expect an answer," Maggie said, giving his ear a sharp twist for emphasis. It came out as an order. So uncharacteristic of the girl he'd come to have such strong feelings for. A girl he assumed had forgiven him. His best friend for that matter. Perhaps she was still upset about his lies. Though certainly she'd come to realize he was just as unwilling as she. "Yes - I like it." Tracy said after remembering what the question was. "Am I just a piece of ass to you?" Maggie's tone grew harder still. "Am I you little pervert?" "No." Ouch. Again she twisted his ear. Tracy began to feel a tremble of nervousness. "When I ask a question, don't just answer yes or no like I'm some kind of piece of ass you can lie to to get into bed. That you can fake a friendship with." Maggie said. "I want a little endearment. A yes love or no love would be nice, considering all I'm risking helping you carry on this charade. Do I make myself clear?" If Tracy was unsure of what he'd gotten himself into before, he was nearly terrified now. However, there was little he could do given he already precarious position. Little he could do but utter a soft and submissive, "Yes love." It was a phrase he'd come to know quite well. "Oh yeah baby that sounds nice," Maggie moaned breathlessly, pulling his face in tight to her gushing sex. "Yes love. Just perfect. Oh fuck yeah. Say that one more time." "Ouch..yes..love..," Tracy moaned. It was actually growing a bit uncomfortable. She pulled his hair and he discovered her thick thighs were incredibly strong. It was a little scary. "Mmmm- you like that baby? Then get in there. Use that tongue on me. Use your lips-your nose... make love to me. Oh God, suck it. Oh..fuck..I love it. Do you love it baby?" Maggie breathed. "Answer me." "Mmmphhh-yes love..." Tracy groaned. It was hard to hear. It was hard to breath. He was a bit scared. This wasn't the way he'd ever imagined his first sexual experience. Yes, it would be a little awkward and maybe he'd spend himself too quickly. But it wasn't to be like this. On his knees. His lips aching. His neck hurting. The pumps he was strapped into cut into his feet. Lungs burning. Taking a breath whenever he could. This wasn't the sort of experience boys enjoyed. It was more like...tales he'd heard from his sister about her first time and the thought shamed him. He took heart that at least Maggie seemed to be enjoying herself. "I like that. Oh...fuck...just like that. Keep doing what you are doing. Mmmm... Oh sweetie, you are going to make me cum. You are going to make me cum so hard." Maggie ran her fingers through his hair. "For someone so inexperienced, you give great head. I mean it. You are a pro." Tracy's cheeks colored. He didn't want to give great head. It sounded like something a girl would do, not a boy. Her compliment was like a sharp blow to his masculine ego. Yet, at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a bizarre sense of pride and he took heart that she'd stopped calling him a pervert. Sweetie- that was a much better word and it spurred him to continue his oral affections with enthusiasm. "Goddamn," Maggie hips pumped faster, grabbing Tracy's ears she pulled hard. Working herself on his mouth. Oh yeah. Oh fuck yeah! "What you lack in your pants, you make up for with that sweet tongue of yours. Mmmm..gahd..it's like a mother fuckin' hurricane." "Owww- I mean -m-mmore gently please love," Tracy stuttered. "Can't help it...Ahhh..fuck baby I'm coming. I'm gonna cum all in that sweet little mouth. Those plump sexy lips. Suck me. Quickly. Suck me off," Maggie moaned, oblivious to his protestations, a wave a pleasure cascading through her loins. Completely soaking Tracy's cute face with her nectar. "Sweet Jesus, I'm coming. Catch it all. Every last drop." Tracy gulped down her nectar. He tried to get every last drop like she'd asked, however, it seemed a near impossible task, as she seemed to leak more and more. Yet, he kept at it. Wondering how much he'd have to lick, until Maggie's lust was sated, and she tugged him up from the foot of the bed. Tracy loved it, loved the tender kisses his lover bestowed on him. Loved the feel of their naked sweaty bodies intertwined together. Loved the little I love you's she sighed. Loved the way Maggie worked her thigh between his own. However, he didn't love the swollen ache in his trapped balls or the heels that were still strapped to his feet. He'd love nothing more than a quick session of masturbation and to get those damned heels off his feet, but Maggie was snoring so cutely, and for the life of him, he couldn't wake her up. It wasn't how he had imagined his first time with a girl. Sticky faced, aching tongue and bruised lips weren't supposed to be his reminders. A wet spot to sleep in maybe, but in his case, he was the wet spot. Then again, he'd never imagined himself with such an incredibly beautiful girl to begin with. A girl that wasn't just attractive, but attractive and funny in a quirky sort of way. Who snuggled against him so lovingly. A girl who knew his secret and had promised not to tell. For such a girl, he was willing to compromise. At least a bit. If only he could manage to go to sleep, with aching balls and a buzz of pleasure down below that begged to be quieted. ++++++++++++++++++++++ "Mmmmmmm....I just don't know what to do with you," Maggie purred, as she idly twirled her fingers through a lock of Tracy's blond hair-that was merely blond a week before, but now had spectacular highlights. "On one hand I feel so guilty keeping up this act of yours." 'Not too guilty to get eaten by me,' thought Tracy, as his tired tongue snaked its way up and down Maggie's wet slit for what felt like the millionth time. It wasn't just his tongue and lips that ached. Even his throbbed from kneeling on the floor so long. He wished he could begin to flick his tongue over her clit. That would drive her crazy, but she wasn't ready for that yet. She liked to be stirred up gently. His PS3 and Xbox were both packed up in the closet unused for a week now. This was his new way to pass the time. Sex. But not the sort most boys experienced. Oral sex. Giving it, but receiving little in return. Tracy couldn't help but remember the tales his old friend Mark used to brag about in high school. About dating a girl and how she'd suck him at the end of the date because she wasn't on the pill. 'Sucking me off.' That's what Maggie called it too. Sure Tracy was having sex. He had a girlfriend of a sort, only it wasn't the sort of sex or the sort of girlfriend that he'd always imagined. "Oh yeah," Maggie swooned, her heavy thighs spreading wider from her leisurely pose in her comfortable chair. "Just like that. Just like that. Slowly...mmm...slowly. That's the way. Mmmm...I looked it up today, and what you've done is a felony. I'm like guilty of a misdemeanor for just knowing about it. Mmmm..but baby you are my misdeameaner - the more I miss, the meaner I get. Now my clit baby. But gently. You know how I like it. I haven't finished this chapter yet." "Yes love," Tracy said, looking up from between her outstretched thighs, his face drenched in girl juice. He watched helplessly as Maggie turned a page in the book she was reading. He felt.. taken advantage of. He knew he shouldn't. Maggie was always nice enough. She even thanked him for being such a good study partner. But what he was doing didn't feel right. It felt...unmanly. Yet, there was nothing he could do about that. He blew on her clit with his warm breath. Warming her up to it. He'd been at this for nearly an hour. At one time, he'd been crazy about the idea of going down on a girl. But now? Now, while it still turned him on, it felt more like chore than anything else. He looked over at the clock. Shit, his class would be starting in a few minutes. He needed to finish Maggie off - not only that, he needed to clean up and get out of his horribly humiliating outfit. Not just any outfit, it was one of the outfits Maggie bought him as a present. A kinky number for him to dress up in when he made love to her. Well..went down on her was the better description. One night he was a sexy nurse. Another night a meter maid. This morning he happened to be ... a schoolgirl. He wore a short pleated skirt that hugged his hips and flared out ending mid thigh. A form fitting sleeveless sweater. A tight fitted oxford. A striped tie. Two purple thigh high socks. A pair of Mary Janes. Underneath he wore a pushup bra and a pair of boy cut panties. A pair of pigtails completed the outfit. Tracy fluttered his tongue, just the way Maggie liked it. He looked up at her expectantly. Maggie put down her book. "You seem determined to keep me from finishing my reading assignment." "Sorry love, but I have to get to class soon." Tracy said. Shit, he was already going to be late, but he didn't want to be so late he would be noticed. "I didn't say stop," Maggie said, pulling him down on her again. "Go on finish sucking me off. Work that clit. Make me come. You've teased me long enough." Tracy didn't like the term, but he knew better than argue. He jumped at the chance, and gave it to her just the way she licked. Working her clit over. Spinning it with his nimble tongue. "Suck..me...oh suck it..you sweet bitch,"Maggie moaned, grabbing a pigtail in each hand and pulling him tight. Tracy kept at it despite the pain as she tugged his pigtails and trembled as her climax rolled over her. Finally she was sated. He slowly licked her, bringing her down from her orgasm. Wiping his face, Tracy quickly stood. "Sorry Love, I hate to run, but I have to get ready for class. I'm already going to be late." "Stop complaining. You have plenty of time. Besides, you are already ready baby," Maggie cooed. "Just wash your face and freshen your makeup and hit the road." Tracy looked down nervously. She couldn't be serious. He laughed at her joke. "Very funny Maggie. I can't go to class like this." "I'm not laughing." Maggie said, her mood turning on a dime. "I bought you that outfit. What's the fucking problem. Are you ashamed or something?" "No love...." Tracy whispered. He was ashamed. Intensely so. Yet he'd offended Maggie somehow. He sought to mediate the damage. "I - I really like them. I just don't want to mess it up. I want to save it for special times like this so I can look sexy for you." Maggie hugged him close, her hands sliding under his miniskirt and cupping his bottom. "Don't worry, if you mess them up, I'll buy more. I have plenty of money. Don't you want to look nice for me all the time? Not just when we make love." "Yes love.." Tracy stammered. He fumbled with his hair. The humiliation bit hard. "Can I...at least.. put it in a pony tail, love?" "Baby," Maggie smiled, twirling one of Tracy's pigtails with an index finger. "Just think...all day long I will be imagining my favorite little study partner back between my thighs and one of your cute little pigtails in each hand, sucking me off. Just imagine how wet I'll be? Isn't that what you want baby?" "Yes love," Tracy's knees trembled. Why couldn't she call it making love to her or at worst, eating her out or licking her pussy? Why did she have to call it 'sucking her off'? He could only imagine what the college boys would think about when they saw him. Did they imagine holding those same pigtails? Getting sucked off. Having no choice in the matter Tracy went to class dressed as he was. He'd never felt more out of place, more vulnerable. It seemed that everyone was staring at him. Most girls looked at him in disgust and a bit of jealously. Boys looked at him with unrestrained lust. It was the last thing he wanted.. all those boys staring at him, practically undressing him with their eyes. It was the clothes, they practically begged for stares. A skirt that constantly needed to be pulled down, a shirt so tight it was difficult to move, thigh high socks attracting attention to his legs, a padded bra attracting eyes high on his chest, worse, there were fresh hickies on his neck that advertised just what sort of girl he was. Those damned pigtail tickled his neck every time he turned his head, always reminding him of his embarrassment. It was too much and so very humiliating. I'm a boy-I'm a boy, he repeated over and over again trying to make the situation more bearable. This is only for a little while. This is only for a little while. He kept his head down and tried his best to ignore the looks. To get through the day without incident. Knowing that Maggie would be waiting for him. Wet and very willing. Wanting to be sucked off. Sucked off. Now he was calling it that. No, he wasn't sucking her off. He was licking her. Eating her. I'm a boy damn it. A boy, he repeated. But he didn't feel very much like a boy at all. ================= Maggie was waiting for him, just as he'd imagined. "I creamed my panties when I saw you between classes today. You looked so cute with those long legs and that fine tight ass, I wanted to eat you up." Maggie said as she pushed Tracy against the wall. Working her thigh between his legs. "I've been craving you all day. But I was slightly disappointed the way you walked, head pointing down at your feet like you were trying to hide. Then I saw your collar all popped up, and you know how I feel about popped collars. They are extremely tacky." "I'm sorry," Tracy said. "But I had a blemish on my neck." But it wasn't a blemish, his neck was adorned by two hickies and one had a set of teeth imprinted on it. It was bad enough wearing the daring outfits Maggie insisted on these days. They screamed sex. They begged for attention. A hickie just provided confirmation for the sort of girl he appeared to be....a bit of a slut. "Next time, just spruce it up with a bit of makeup." "I tried," Tracy said. "The makeup rubs off my neck and people can see..." "Your hickies." "Yes." Tracy's face flushed red as he felt the stares he'd received today anew. "What are you so worried about," Maggie said. "It's not as if you are in high school anymore. You are expected to have a bit of fun in college." That was the most embarrassing aspect of it. He'd seen a few hickies in high school, but not in college. Worse, he'd heard some of the comments from other girls. Saying he'd not learned anything in high school. In the end, he flipped up his collar to hide the evidence of the morning makeout session with Maggie. "And no more popped collars," Maggie said. "Yes love," Tracy said. "That's my girl," Tracy said. "Change into something sexy. I want a piece of that ass." "How about this?" Tracy said, taking out a sexy nurses uniform and holding it up in front of him. "No baby," Tracy said, pointing at another. "I want that one. And those heels down there." Tracy gulped and a shiver ran down his spine. Wasn't it enough that he was dressed like a sexy school girl? Now, she wanted him to dress like a prostitute. He didn't care for it because she was usually more forceful and her language was like a sailor when he did so. Besides it was so very hard to walk in those platform heels. However, he did has she bid and Maggie seemed especially amorous. Prowling around him like a tiger and lifting up the him of his tight skirt. "How much do you charge baby?" Maggie asked, her cheeks red and eyes burned like laser beams. "I..I..I don't know." Tracy stammered, his cheeks burning red in humiliation. "Are you new?" Maggie asked, tracing her finger on his red lips with on hand and grabbing his ass with the other. "I like new girls." "Yes..I'm new." Tracy stammered, reluctantly playing along. "So how much for a blowjob?" Maggie asked. "I don't know. ah...twenty-five?" "I'll give you twenty," Maggie said. "And you don't get paid if you don't deliver. Deal?" "Deal." Tracy replied. Haggling over the price of a blowjob left him feeling diminished, but what choice did he have? "Done," Maggie said. "Come and get it." Tracy squatted down and unzipped Maggie's jeans. This he was familiar with. He'd done it often enough. They'd start here and they'd end up with Maggie propped up on a pile of cushions on the bed. However Maggie had a surprise in store tonight. She pulled a dildo from behind her back, and held it to Tracy's lips. "What is that for?" Tracy said, a trace of panic was in his voice. A bit of terror in his wide blue eyes. "I just paid twenty for a blowjob," Maggie said. "So start blowing." "I..I ...I thought we were just playing." Tracy said. He'd played these games often enough. And he always ended up licking her. This was different. And this was going further than he was willing to go. "Sure we are playing. But we are also going to have to teach you your way around one of these," Maggie said. "I mean, come on, how long do you think you can pull this act of yours off without knowing certain things, that every girl has to find out about some time. I mean, what will you do if some boy gets too fresh with you on a date? Call the police? We both know that isn't an option. So we have to teach you another way. " "But I'm not dating..." Tracy stammered. He wasn't dating any boys. He had no intention of dating any boys. He wasn't into that. "Sushhhh," Maggie placed the dildo between her thighs. Wedged into the groove of her bare sex. "What if I was a boy, right here, right now. Where are you going to go? Are you going to call for help? Go ahead. What if the police get involved? You know what will happen then. So stop pretending you are so rough and tough. We both know what you will do when it comes down to it. So you might as well learn to do what it takes to not get caught." "But I won't be alone with boys." Tracy blushed deeper and shook his head, never moving from the spot where he knelt between her thighs. "I'm careful." "Baby, you can't be careful all the time." Maggie said. "Now look what you've done to me. You've got me all hot and bothered. You can't expect me to just go home like this. You know how boys are..all that testosterone and the next thing you know they start pawing at you. Some girls call it date rape. See, that's how it'll be. It'll either be the easy way or the hard way. So if it comes time for it, which will it be." "I'll scream?," Tracy offered. "Go for it," Maggie said. "And then you'll draw a crowd. Next thing you know, the police will be involved. Then it's off to the hospital for pictures and swabs. How will that end for you?" "Not good," Tracy muttered. "They'll find out what you really are and then it will be you in jail with twenty horny men. So what will it be Tracy babe?" Maggie said. "The easy way or the hard way?" Tracy felt a trembling weakness in the pit of his stomach. Is this how it would be? No, he'd never allow himself to be put in such a position. But what if he were? What would he do? Was Maggie right? "The easy way," Tracy admitted in a whisper. "I thought so," Maggie smiled knowingly. "Now be a good whore and wrap your fingers around the base of my cock." It wasn't a cock. It was a vibrator. A toy really. Tracy told himself as he wrapped his fingers around it. And he wasn't a whore. He was just pretending. "Is it big?" Maggie asked. Yes, it felt big. Much bigger around than his cock. Tracy's cheeks blushed even more. He couldn't even wrap his fingers around it's huge girth. It was at least two hands in length. "Then tell me." Maggie lifted Tracy's chin, forcing him to look up into her glaring eyes. "It's big," Tracy stammered in a quiet whisper. Too big for whatever Maggie had planned. "Don't be scared. I'll be gentle," Maggie cooed. "But some John probably wouldn't be." Tracy swallowed. He felt a shiver run down his spine. A John. No, he'd never... "I'm going to turn it on now." Maggie purred, as she flipped it on and positioned the clit tickler on her clit. "Now kiss the tip." Parading around the campus in a school girl outfit. It had been the most humiliating moment of his life. But this? Kissing the head of what looked very much like a large flesh colored cock in front of the girl he loved, proved even more mortifying than even that. "Take it in your mouth," Maggie breathed. Goddamn she was hot. In front of her was a cute blond school girl, obediently sucking a dildo that she had wedged against her sex. Tracy parted his lips and took in the head. God it was big. It stretched his lips to accommodate its large girth. No matter how many times he told himself it was just a toy, the shape, the realistic head and shaft told his body what he was doing. He was sucking cock. If he had any doubts about it, Maggie removed them. "Suck it baby, suck it you little cock tease whore," she crooned. He may have had second thoughts. He may have decided enough was enough. But Maggie took matters into her own hands much like any boy would have. With a pigtail in each hand, she fed Tracy the cock. Moving him up and down the shaft. Working him with it. Giving him entirely more of it that he was ready for. Making him cough and gasp. Making him make disgustingly loud noises, when all he wanted was to keep as silent as possible. "Suck it," Maggie moaned. The girl was in lust and nearly out of control. "Suck that cock. Suck it you twenty dollar whore. Take it. All the fucking way." Not sucking. Just trying to get by. Gasping for breath when the opportunity arose. Gently. Gently. Tracy wondered at Maggie's promise. Was this gentle? God, if this was, what would hard be? Eyes watering, coughing, he closed his eyes and tried to endure. Tried not to gag when it hit the back of his throat. Wrapping his fingers around the base to keep from having it shoved down his throat. Finally Maggie had enough. She wasn't content from the vibes from the cock. She wanted Tracy's tongue. She needed that sweet tongue. Now. She pulled the dildo from her crotch and replaced it with Tracy's eager lips. "Mmmm...now use your tongue," Maggie ordered, her voice husky with her lust. "Work it. Hard. Stop being a fucking tease. I shouldn't pay you; your cocksucking skills are terrible." It was Tracy's cue. He fluttered his tongue up and down Maggie's erect clit. He was just glad he no longer had a cock in his mouth. This was a pussy. A sweet pussy he should be thankful for - and he was so very thankful. It didn't choke. It didn't hurt. It didn't suffocate. On occasion it was hard to breath when she was sitting on his face and sometimes her curly pubes would cause him consternation. It was ten time better than the dildo. And yet, it still wasn't fair. Why was he always the licker and not the lickee. But anything was better than that stiff piece of rubber, so he focused all his attention on her pleasure. He could feel her thighs quiver in response to his eager licks. Her moans were muffled by the thick thighs pressing so hard against his ears. His hair hurt from where she tugged. He licked quickly, till finally she was spent. "Oh baby, that was something else," Maggie said. "You know, I carry so much guilt for not turning you in sometimes. It's so hard to sleep at night, but it's moments like that when you make it all worthwhile. Now be a good girl and bring me down gently." "Yes love," Tracy said from between her thick thighs, her words burning his ears. I'm a boy. I'm a boy he repeated, his ears were red from being pressed on so hard, his face was a mess, not just from the slimy juice that covered every square inch, but from the ruddy red color of having held his breath for far too long. Tracy licked gently, occasionally blowing, occasionally lapping up spent juices. Maggie called it bringing her down, but to Tracy, it felt like cleaning up and it felt demeaning. Despite his misgivings, he didn't complain. After hearing about her guilt from keeping his secret, it made him painfully aware of just how much he depended on this fickle girl to keep his secret. And he'd learned a valuable lesson. To make sure he was never alone with a boy. Never. Who knows what could happen? It was far worse than he'd ever imagined. Maggie lips were turned up in a blissful smile. Tracy took it as an opportunity. "Love, you were a bit rough with me...at first." Tracy said. "I mean..I like - you know...doing it with you. But sometimes you could be a bit more gentle. Even if we are role-playing." "Was I too rough?" Maggie asked. "I'm sorry sweetie. Sometimes I can't tell when you are pretending to be a fragile girl and when you are serious. I tell you what, next time you suck Mr. Friendly, I'll be extra gentle. To make it up to you, I'll even buy you something pretty to make up for tonight. How is that?" "You don't have to buy me anything," Tracy whispered. He didn't want any more presents. Her presents were things for girls, and he was a boy. What he wanted most was not having to practice with Mr. Friendly again. Not ever. He prayed Maggie would forget." "I know, but I want to." Maggie patted Tracy's head. Her mind was made up. "Besides I owe you twenty dollars" Tracy's cheeks burned. Sometimes, he didn't feel like a boy in hiding, he felt like a prostitute. ++++++++++++++++++ Tracy stood in front of his closet, his eyes full of dismay. Instead of things getting better over time, they'd only gotten worse. "Do I have any of my old clothes left?" Tracy asked, finally putting his foot down. His closet had steadily swelled with purchases from Maggie. But the clothes she bought were nothing like his old clothes. Where they had been drab and modest, these were bright and immodest. The colors he could get used to, but the fit, it was as if they molded and displayed him. Damn it, even his sneakers were gone. Replaced by uncomfortable pumps and sandals. It was bad enough dressing like that. Like some sort of coed tart. But the clothes also made things much more difficult. With his old clothes, he could throw on a pair of jeans and run to class. But a short mini required more. He had to be sure his legs were shaved. He had to wear hose - or at least a pair of stockings. He had to worry if his top matched his skirt. It made getting ready a chore and took valuable time. Time that was in short supply with the demands of school, rushing, and Maggie sexual needs. In the old days when he was dressed like a girl, he could still talk to guys. Now, he didn't dare wearing the sort of clothes he wore. He feared to give them an inch, lest they take a foot. Worse, most sort of girls didn't want to talk with the sort of girl that dressed like he did. Like boys, they made assumptions. That he was the sort of girl who took other girls boyfriends. A slut. Except for his sorority sisters, it left him increasingly isolated and at the mercy of this demanding girl. "I may have thrown out the last of them yesterday afternoon," Maggie replied. "They looked a little butch and it isn't just your ass on the line anymore Tracy. We are in this together, and I intend that you pull this stunt of yours off - no one and I mean no one, will ever think that you are a boy pretending to be a girl. Besides, I believe a thank you is in order after buying you all those clothes with my own hard earned money." Hard earned? Your parents left it to you in their will. Me? I have to spend every day looking like a living doll to hopefully get a degree and get a decent job. But, Tracy wisely bit his tongue. He dared not go there. Instead he took a different tact. "Why can't I wear clothes like you? You know, jeans and stuff." "We've been over this a hundred times," Maggie said, her voice rising in anger. "You are not like me. I'm not a boy. I don't have to worry about being found out. Or jail or prison. But since you want to take a tone with me, I tell you what - once you are done getting dressed, I think you need a bit of a lesson." "But Maggie," Tracy whined. "I was just asking a question." He just didn't like some of the clothes. Maggie was right, there was no danger in the clothes being considered masculine by any stretch of the imagination. However, they were far too sexy and attracted the wrong kind of attention. Attention he didn't need. He'd give anything if he no longer have to deal with the flirtations and butt grabs from unruly college boys. But that wasn't the worst of it. There were the compliments. How pretty his eyes were. How sexy his legs looked. How fine his ass was. Every compliment a blow, chipping away at his manhood. However, he had to endure, he had to get by. It was only for awhile. When the year was over, he'd find a scholarship somewhere else. Anywhere