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Day 5 - Wednesday Nick was wrapped around me once more when I woke, but I knew better now than to try anything. Instead, I decided to just lay there and enjoyed his peaceful snoring, pretending to be asleep when he finally began to wake. I felt him shift his body weight so that he was leaning on his elbow, likely watching me sleep, and as I began to stir, I felt him roll away, getting out of bed and stretching. I decided that today I was going to go for broke. Either my next decision would help me win Nick, or I'd give up on him forever. "I think I'm ready to spend the day at the beach," I told him, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. He looked a little shocked, and I imagined there would have been a spit- take if he'd been drinking anything. "Are you sure? I mean, that's great, but I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with. "Nick," I said, "after the things we talked about last night at the restaurant, don't you think I'm comfortable enough in my body to be able to show it off?" "Well, yes, I suppose when you put it that way..." Something seemed off, like I hadn't said the right thing, but I couldn't see why. Hadn't he been trying to get me in a bikini since he first saw me at the restaurant? "I'm going to go for a quick run again, clear my head," he continued. He dressed and left, and I examined my choices of beachwear for the first time. The hot pink bikini I'd already seen, of course, and it hadn't gotten any less tiny since I last set eyes on it. Next to it was a turquoise one piece that was basically a bikini joined together by a curved, roughly arm-width panel up the front to the bust, where it and the cups met at a dollar coin-sized copper ring, smaller ones of which also joined the material together at the hips. A string bikini in a bright pink, red, yellow and orange Hawaiian-style floral print was next, alongside a similar, halter-necked zebra-print string bikini. Finally, I picked up a silver, metallic-looking bikini. Glancing it over, I was about to put it back until I noticed I had it back to front and the back panel was quite a bit narrower than on the other bikinis and the front too. Though admittedly not as skimpy as my panties, I realized it was a thong back, and though I was nervous about wearing it in front of other people, I knew this was the bikini I had to wear if I wanted Nick to notice me. "Oh the things we girls have to do to impress a man." I chuckled to myself, taking it with me into the bathroom. I knew with such a skimpy outfit to wear, I had to ensure I eliminated any sign of my maleness, so I applied the solvent once more, ignoring the stinging, showered, and taped myself back as firmly as I could, examining myself from all angles, happy that if it couldn't be seen anywhere when naked, at least not without spreading my legs wide apart, it certainly oughtn't to be when covered. I quickly checked my whole body for any rogue stubble or hair, marveling at how well the depilatory cream was keeping even my face smooth, even after several days. After fixing my hair, I decided to keep myself to foundation, a light dusting of powder and lipstick for makeup - any more than that and I knew it would just wash off in the sea water anyway, should I go for a swim. Resisting the temptation to add more, I put it all back in the bag, and picked up the bikini. The feeling of the stretchy spandex material of that sexy bikini bottom sliding into place and hugging the curve of the inside of my bottom was electric, indescribable almost. I tied the string top behind my back with ease, feeling how it, and the halter strap behind my neck, supported my breasts and pushed them together a little to create a devastatingly alluring cleavage. Examining myself in the bedroom mirror, I still couldn't believe how good I looked, like I'd stepped off the pages of a swimsuit calendar, my pert, curvy buttocks proudly on display with the small triangle of silver sitting above them. Knowing I couldn't exactly walk around the hotel dressed like this, I pulled a pastel pink sundress over my head, the ruffled elasticated bodice giving me a cute, flirty appearance that belied the sexbomb below. I was about to put on the white cork-wedged sandals again, when I had another bright idea to add to my plan of seduction, taking the white tights from my underwear drawer and pulling them on under the dress. Feeling a little antsy, I turned on the TV in the living room, but my nerves wouldn't allow me to sit still for more than a minute. Thankfully, it wasn't too long before Nick returned, and I had to hold myself back from jumping on his gorgeously sweat-drenched body. "Either you're getting quicker," he said, "or I'm running a lot slower than I was a couple of days ago!" To my disappointment, he showered off, before dressing in deep blue swimshorts and plain white t-shirt. We strolled down to breakfast once more, carrying our beach towels and things with us, but once we were done, instead of walking out to the stretch of Waikiki Beach in front of our hotel, Nick directed me to where our car was waiting. "What's going on?" I asked, suddenly worried I wasn't going to be able to put my plan into action, "I thought we were hitting the beach today?" "We are," he replied, "just not Waikiki. We're going to a place called Hanauma Bay, southeast of here. It's this natural cove, supposed to be the best place to snorkel without taking a boat." "Sounds amazing." If all went to plan, this trip was sounding better and better. A short drive down the highway, and short walk down the steep winding road that led from cliffs to bay later, we found ourselves in a line to hire equipment. We paid for our snorkels, masks and flippers, then made our way through the bustle of people to the sandy strip, finding a good spot to lay our towels. I hadn't been expecting this many people to be witness to the show I was about to put on, and I was starting to have second thoughts, right up until Nick pulled his t-shirt over his head and started applying sunscreen to his body. I offered to help him with his back, and he handed me the bottle with a smile. The feel of his hard muscular shoulders below my hands strengthened my resolve, and once we'd finished rubbing the lotion into his skin, it was time to put my plan into action. Feeling butterflies floating around in my stomach, and making sure Nick was turned towards me, I peeled my dress up over my head, arching my back as I did so, giving him what I hoped was a wonderful view of my breasts, proudly sitting in the silver cups of the bikini. I caught the look on his face when he saw which bikini it was I was wearing, and I knew I'd been right in my suspicions that he'd taken a closer look at a few things when he'd unpacked my suitcase. Turning my back to him to fold my dress and lay it on my towel, I slowly pulled the tights down my legs, bending at the waist as I pushed them toward my feet, giving him a full view of my deliciously uncovered buttocks. I turned back, half-catching him in the act of ogling my rear, and sweetly asked him if he'd mind returning the favor with the lotion. I saw him visibly gulp as I lay on my front on the towel, squealing a little as he applied the cold sunscreen to my back. It was all I could do to stop myself from purring as his strong hands massaged my shoulders, before moving slowly down my back applying more lotion as he went. Once at the waistband of my bikini, I felt him hesitate. "It's ok," I whispered, "you can touch me there." The feeling of him kneading my exposed buttocks was exquisite, and I bit my lip to stop the pressure that was starting to build that I knew would lead to an orgasm, left unbidden. Thankfully it subsided as he moved down my legs, and I soon rolled over to rub the lotion into my front myself. Nick's face was red when I looked over at him, sitting back on his towel and I wondered if maybe I'd gone too far. I was hoping he'd say something, but instead he lay back, soaking up the sun. I decided to do the same, watching the rise and fall of my chest as I breathed. After some time, I rolled over to Nick and told him I was feeling hot. For a moment I thought I saw a look of panic flit across his face, but if it was there, the recovery was quick. "Oh, right," he said. "Shall we go for a swim then, cool off?" We grabbed our snorkeling equipment, and strolled down the beach to the water. Surreptitiously looking around, I noticed several pairs of eyes watching us go. My tiny bikini was at least creating a stir in some places, just not perhaps where I wanted. We took a long swim in the sea, marveling at the coral reef below us, and the scores of various exotic fish that swam almost in touching distance from us. With each passing moment though, my heart was beginning to sink, my plan had failed. I'd caught Nick looking at me, but he was clearly embarrassed by it, knowing that it was his best, male, friend he was ogling. By the time we left the water, returned to our spot and dried off, I was feeling positively morose about the whole thing. Nick reached into my bag, pulling out some money, and told me he was going to find some drinks for us. I watched him leave, feeling like my life was beginning to fall apart. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I saw something moving quickly toward me, and out of instinct alone, raised my hands to catch it, finding it was a bright yellow Frisbee. "Hey, great catch!" I heard someone yell, a tall, tanned, blonde guy, running toward me, kinda cute-looking in a surfer dude way. "I'm really sorry about that. Someone," he said, stopping next to me and looking pointedly over his shoulder, "badly needed some work on their aim before they were let out in public." "It's no problem. Really," I said, handing the Frisbee back to him. "Accidents happen, after all, and no-one got hurt." "And we certainly wouldn't want someone as pretty as you getting hurt!" he said with a smile, tossing the Frisbee back to his friends. "Brody, by the way," he added, holding out his hand toward me. Close up I realized he looked a little older than me, mid to late twenties most likely. "Alexis," I replied, shaking it. "Shouldn't you be getting back to your game?" "Nah, those idiots could use the practice without me," he said, plopping down beside me. My god, was this cute guy actually hitting on me? "So what brings you to Hawaii, Alexis?" "Spring Break vacation," I replied, wondering whether I should be trying to get rid of him, or, under the circumstances, making the most of the attention. "It's my fourth day here." Wait, that wasn't right... I'd forgotten about the one day I'd spent as Alex! "Ah, I came here on vacation once too. Loved it so much I never left. Between the sun, sand, the great waves." So I'd been right about the surfer part then. "And the incredibly gorgeous girls," he continued, locking eyes with me, even as I felt the blush rising on my cheeks, "what did I have to go home to that could beat it? You know, Alexis, you really look like you fit in here too. I bet, just like me, you'd love to make your vacation more permanent." He WAS hitting on me! And coming on pretty strong too. Despite the awfulness of the pickup line, I was flustered and just didn't know what to do with myself. I'd never been on this side of it before, and I didn't know how to react! Fortunately, I didn't have to worry about figuring it out either, as from behind us, an icy yet familiar voice cut through Brody's attempts. "Excuse me, that seat's taken." We turned to find Nick standing behind where we sat, two soda bottles in his hands and anger etched across his face. Brody had at first looked like he was going to react, but one look at Nick's muscular body and palpable anger clearly changed his mind to wanting to live to fight another day. "It's cool bro, it's cool. I was just thanking the lady for returning our Frisbee. I'll, uh, be on my way." He scuttled away, metaphorical tail between his legs, and Nick gruffly sat down in his recently vacated spot. The anger was clearly still there though, as he thrust the bottle of Diet Coke he had bought for me toward me without a word, before savagely opening his own. I was scared, I'd never seen him like this before. I didn't know what to say, but I could see he wasn't going to break the ice and knew I needed to do something. "Nick, I... Is something wrong?" I asked, knowing there clearly was, but not exactly what it was. "No, it's nothing," he snapped, before quickly changing his mind, turning to face me. "No, that's not true, it's a pretty big something, and if I don't say anything it's just going to tear me up inside. I... I can't... I just don't... Gah!" He yelled in frustration, "Where are the words when I need them? "Nick, what's wrong? Please, I can't help you if you can't tell me." "I just can't sit by and watch you like this." "Like what? You mean... as Alexis? I thought you said you were cool with whatever I decided!" I exclaimed, feeling the tears rise as I saw my best friend, and Alexis' only real friend, slipping away from me. "No, I mean yes, I am cool with it. That's not what I meant. I meant I can't sit by and watch you like that... getting close to... other men. I've... look, the reason I've been a little moody at times is... well, I've been wrestling with all these weird feelings, trying to figure out what it was I wanted, what my eyes and heart were telling me compared to what my brain was telling me, what my parents would think and whether, at the end of the day, it would make a gorram bit of difference when things could so easily change in change in just over a week." It may sound like I was slow on the uptake, but the odd shift I'd seen in his emotions had knocked me off kilter, and I couldn't see what he was getting at. Not knowing how to respond, I was glad that he began to speak again. "The truth is... the truth is I fell for you the moment you walked into that restaurant, fell for you hard, before I even knew it was you. Once I discovered the girl of my dreams was also my best friend in the whole world, the one person I can talk to about anything, those feelings just got all the stronger, but trying to reconcile them with who I knew you really were, whether what I was seeing and wanting made me straight, gay, bi or something else entirely... I just couldn't cope. I tried dropping hints to sound out if you had any feelings for me, but I just couldn't tell one way or the other. And now to see you flaunting yourself and being chatted up by another guy, and the smile on your face while it was happening..." The penny had finally dropped. I couldn't believe it, all this time I had been secretly brooding over Nick, he'd been doing the same thing over me! So much for being able to tell each other anything, the one thing in the world that was most important the two of us had successfully hidden from each other until fate in the form of Brody had intervened. I couldn't help it, the floodgates opened and the tears rolled down my face. "And to top it all off," he continued, his voice cracking, "I've gone and upset you, probably ruined our friendship." I punched him, hard, on the chest. "No, you... stupid... man." I gasped through my sobs. "These are... tears... of happiness," I finally choked out. "Ever since I saw you that first morning, after your run all soaked in sweat, I've been... fighting those same feelings. And the truth is, I don't want to fight them, I want to revel in them." He opened his mouth, whether in surprise or to say something, but before he could say another word, I decided to come clean. "That morning, the one you had the wet dream..." "Oh jeez," he said, "I thought we'd agreed to forget about that." "It wasn't you at all. I... I woke up to you pressing against me, and I wanted... I wanted to feel what it was like, to have your cock as close to being inside me as I could get it. I was rubbing my ass against you, and just the thought of it..," I lapsed into silence, too embarrassed to bring myself to finish my thought. "You mean... Oh my god, Alexis, that's.... god, that's so HOT!" All of a sudden, his hand was caressing my cheek, and he leaned in, his face close to mine. Our lips touched. Fireworks! Choirs of angels singing Hallelujah! Cheering crowds! I could hardly feel disappointed that none of these things had been arranged to physically appear on the beach at this moment, as I was too busy reveling in the sensations of being kissed by the man I may just love. I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to entwine with mine, exploring each other, Nick caressing my face and hair, as my fingers traced the muscles on his chest, tugging gently at the light dusting of hairs. After what seemed like both an age and yet no time at all, we came up for air, matching grins on our faces. "Nick," I said, "take me back to the hotel." While I quickly gathered our things together and shrugged my dress back on, Nick fairly sprinted to take our snorkels back to the rental shack. Hand-in-hand, we jogged back up the hill to the car, Nick having to slow his pace to stay with the smaller than normal steps I had to take due to the heels I was wearing. Panting hard after the exertion of running uphill, both of us glowing with the sweat of sunbathing followed by running, Nick helped me into my seat and threw himself into his own, peeling quickly out of the parking lot and back on to the highway. Both of us were clearly getting antsy, wanting to get back to the room as soon as possible, laughingly yelling obscenities at other cars we felt were driving too slow. Nick's hand was on my bare knee, gently stroking it while fiddling with the hem of my dress. I could feel myself biting my lower lip in excitement and apprehension at what was to come. Finally we arrived, Nick handing off the keys to the valet, and we walked as quickly as we could through the lobby to the elevators. The wait for one to arrive was interminable - I caught myself bouncing on my toes as if in need of the bathroom - but finally, finally we were stumbling into our room. The door hadn't even had time to close behind us before I had jumped into Nick's arms, mine wrapped around his neck while my legs did the same around his waist. His hands caressed my rear through the dress as he caught and held me, our lips locked once more. I could hear the slight moans of desire I was emitting as I kissed him for all I was worth, but I just didn't care - I finally was on the way to what I had wanted for what seemed like a lifetime. Our faces still locked together, Nick carried me to the bedroom. I dropped back to my heeled feet, and as he leaned down to shower my face and neck with gentle kisses, I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, my hand dropping back to run across his hard, defined chest once more. He followed suit, causing me to shiver as he slid my dress up over my head, leaving me wearing only my tiny bikini and high heels. Lifting my head to kiss him once more, I felt him gasp into my mouth as my hand slid down his stomach, underneath the waistband of his shorts, wrapping itself around my prize. Though already hard, I felt him stiffen further, his breath shortening as I began to gently slide my hand up and back down his shaft. "Mmm... Is this all because of me?" I whispered, slowly pumping him. "It looks like it could be uncomfortable, so big in those tight shorts, maybe I should help you with it." I took a half-step back, my hand still grasping his cock. With my eyes still locked on his, I sank slowly to my knees in front of him, my free hand pulling his shorts down with me. Nick gasped at the realization of what I was doing and spoke the first words I realized he had said directly to me since the beach. "Alexis, are you sure? You know you don't have to..." "Of course I know I don't have to," I said, adding as sexily as I possibly could, "I WANT to." I leant forward, barely hearing the vague mumblings from above me. I found myself studying every little bump, ripple and vein on the surface of the rock-hard shaft I held, its length and girth making my feminine- looking hand seem small in comparison. I touched my lips to the head, flicking my tongue across the slit, tasting the saltiness of the pre-cum that had beaded there and eliciting a deep moan of pleasure from above. Gripping him firmly, I kissed him all the way down the shaft before running my tongue all the way back the tip. I could taste the saltiness of the sea water on his velvety smooth skin, and I felt myself licking my lips as I slowly opened them and finally engulfed his head in my warm, wet mouth. I bobbed my head down on him as much as I dared, sucking in my cheeks and swirling my tongue around him as I pulled back again. I heard him sigh, clearly enjoying the sensations I was giving him, and I felt myself smile, loving that I was the one giving him such pleasure. I felt his hands gently stroking my hair as I continued my assault, his head pushing deeper into my mouth with each stroke. It wasn't long before I felt him press against, and then somehow past, my gag reflex - I couldn't believe I was actually deep-throating him! I could feel the short, tight curls of his pubic hair tickling against my nose and upper lip, realizing as it did that I had taken him all the way inside my mouth and throat, still bobbing my head up and down on his rod. "Oh god, Lexie, I wish you could see how hot this looks, and how hot you're making me feel," I heard Nick say. Smiling at the new nickname he'd dubbed me with, I mmm-hmm'd in response, about as much as I'd be able to do, my mouth stretched and as full as it was, and he gasped as the vibrations from my throat thrummed through his cock. I sucked my lips all the way off him, kissing, licking and nibbling at him, before popping his balls into my mouth and give them a quick suck. Licking my way back up his shaft, I engulfed him once more, now easily sliding my way all the way down to the base, loving the feeling of him filling my mouth once more. I could hear his breathing turning ragged, his gorgeous cock engorging even more as he whispered that I was about to make him cum. I mmm-hmm'd again and I felt the first pulse of his orgasm rush through his flesh. His hands pressed against the side of my head, holding it in place, as he loudly moaned in pleasure, his knees buckling slightly as he bucked his hips against my face, and I felt a jet of hot ejaculate splash against the back of throat and coat my tongue. I tasted the sweet saltiness and moaned myself, trying to suck him dry of his nectar. He continued to pump his load into my mouth, and I swallowed frantically, both trying to keep my airway clear and not waste a single drop of his delicious fluid. It was too much for me though, and I felt it leak out of the corner of my mouth, dribbling its way slowly but inexorably to my chin. He popped out of my mouth, a trail of cum-laden saliva leading from my lips to his tip, and staggered backward until he hit and flopped down on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily. I raised my finger to my lips, pushing the hot, salty liquid that had escaped back into my waiting mouth, sucking and licking it clean, enjoying the musky flavor so much more than I had expected before swallowing it down. "That was incredible!" Nick said between breaths. "God, it's never felt that good, you were amazing." "It felt pretty good from my perspective too." I smiled, licking my lips clean as I did. "Mmm... tasted good too." As his jaw dropped open, processing what I'd just said, I quickly crawled over to him, kissing my way up his legs to his rapidly shrinking penis. I sucked it back into my mouth, cleaning up the remainder of his cum, sucking and nibbling at it, coaxing it back to its full glory. As he began to grow again, he pulled me to him, kissing and sucking at my lips and tongue, either not tasting or not caring about his cum still on my breath and tongue. Before it went any further, I pushed away from him. "Wait," I said, "before we... there's something I have to do first." Leaving him hanging, I turned, opening and reaching into the top drawer, carrying what I'd grabbed to the bathroom. Once there, I untied my bikini top and stepped out of the bottom. This, of course was the perfect opportunity to try on that gorgeous burgundy corset - I felt a tingle of anticipation at the thought of wearing it for Nick. I slid the tiny g-string up my legs, settling the thin band in place on my waist, before wrapping the corset itself around my torso, feeling the boning shaping and molding my flesh below. I reached behind me to hook together each of the closures that lined the length of the back and settled my breasts into the satin and lace cups. Recalling how I'd seen it done in a movie, I rolled each stocking up into a donut shape, but realized with the way the corset was restricting my movement I would have to sit on the edge of the tub to put them on. The feeling of the silky nylon beginning to encase my smooth leg made me draw in my breath sharply. What an incredible feeling! With the silicone ridges at the top of the stocking holding it roughly in place on my thigh, I began to figure out the clips on the garters, first attaching the front, then twisting myself around, stretching against the boning of the corset to clip the back into place, the garter framing my buttock. I followed suit with the other leg, the feeling of the nylon no less enjoyable. Taking as deep a breath as the restricting corset would allow me, I opened the bathroom door and re-entered the bedroom. Nick had pulled himself up to lean on the pillow, his cock hard once again as he, almost absent-mindedly, gently stroked himself. As he caught sight of me and my new forced hourglass figure, his jaw dropped and his penis jumped. "I'm telling you Nicky, if I'd even once been privy to the feeling of stockings encasing my legs and tugging at my garters, I wouldn't have put up even an ounce of fight at dressing as a woman. I'm going to take your tongue hanging out as a compliment - I take it you like what you see?" I added. "I don't think I've ever liked anything more," he said, reeling his tongue back in. "'Sexy' doesn't even begin to do justice to the way you look right now. Even 'ravishing' doesn't come close." I grinned, putting on my sexiest walk as I strutted over to the bed, climbing on to it beside him. His hands were quickly on me, pulling me to his muscular body, squeezing and caressing my nylon-covered legs, my satin-covered torso and mostly my bare ass, his mouth pressed to mine once more. I couldn't take it, his roving hands driving me crazy. "I want you," I moaned into his mouth, "I want to feel you moving inside of me, making love to me." That was all the encouragement he needed. He reached over to the end table on his side of the bed, where I saw him grab a condom, still in its package. I grabbed his wrist. "Are you... you know, clean?" I asked. "Yes," he replied, catching my drift, "are you?" I could only smile in response. "Put that away. I want to be able to feel you, to feel everything," I felt a shudder run through my body at the thought. He threw the condom back down, but still opened the bedside drawer, pulling out a small tube. For a moment I thought it was his Bengay, until it suddenly clicked what it was. "Huh, you came prepared," I said. "Optimism?" "I... I'll explain later." At this point, the anticipation I was feeling meant I had no intention of pressing for an answer, at least not right now. I pulled off him, setting myself on all fours in the middle of the bed. I tucked my knees under my body, feeling my exposed bottom raise in the air, the garters tugging at my stockings and pressing into my flesh, even as my cheeks spread to present Nick his prize. I felt him move behind me, and I couldn't help but let out a girlish squeal as I felt his finger touch my rosebud, and the coldness of the glob of lubricant he had squeezed on to it from the tube. Slowly but surely, he began to spread the lube around my puckered hole, before gently popping his digit inside me, causing to me moan out loud. One finger became two, became three, opening and spreading me apart while lubricating my passage. Though I was mewling that it was another part of him I wanted inside me, I instinctively knew it was necessary if I was going to be able to take in his massive tool with a minimum of pain. He withdrew his fingers and I knew it was time. I felt the tip of his cock touch against my spread ass cheek, and pressing my head into the pillow, my hair spreading around me, I reached behind me with my right hand to pull him towards me. I rubbed his wonderful penis against my own through the satin of the g-string, erect but firmly held back in place by Kimi's incredible tape, before guiding him to his prize. With his hands holding my hips, and the tip of his cock pressed against the entrance to my body, I felt him begin to push, gently but insistently, toward me, into me. The pain was intense, though nothing I couldn't handle, and though I bit my lip and my body stiffened somewhat, I refused to let myself cry out, determined not to let him have any reason for stopping. Suddenly, with a slightly audible pop, his head pushed through and past my sphincter, a violent shudder running through my body as it did. At that he stopped pressing against me, concerned for my well-being, but as soon as I realized I began to press myself back against him, fighting the pain. "Oh no you don't," I gasped, my breathing a little ragged from the intense feeling of it all. "I told you I wanted you inside me and that's what I meant. You don't get to stop unless I tell you to." He laughed, and renewed his assault, causing me to mewl as I felt his hard shaft push inexorably deeper and deeper inside me. All of a sudden, I felt his tip touch against a certain point inside me and I let out a loud moan, one that surely would have been clearly heard by anyone on the other side of our bedroom wall. That bundle of nerve endings that he had touched melted all the pain out of my body, transforming it into sheer, unmitigated pleasure. I felt, and I'm sure he did too, the tension drip out of my muscles, every part of me relaxing, easing his passage. I felt his warm, hairy thighs press against the smooth curve of my buttocks, his large balls touching against the tip of my taped back penis. I had taken him all! After a moment for both of us to adjust, I felt him draw back out, leaving an emptiness behind him, before pressing back again, a little more forcefully. He paused again, and I turned my head to look back at him, admiring as I did the way my garters and g-string framed my ass, and the difference between his toned, muscular body, towering above the softness of my own. "Oh god Nicky, I want you, NEED you to fuck me, to make me your woman." He took me at my word, drawing out once more before pushing back in, quickly building to a fast and furious rhythm as we finally consummated our desperate need for each other. I began to instinctively rock back and forth, pulling away as he did, and pressing myself back into him, feeling his tip touch ever so slightly deeper inside of me with each thrust, lengthening each of his strokes, his thighs slapping against my buttocks and his balls swinging against my flattened crotch. My entire body was tingling, sensitive to even the lightest of touches, so very aware of the satin, lace and nylon that encased my skin. I knew I was mumbling and mewling insensibly, but I just didn't care as I could hear Nick doing the same thing above me, both of us lost in the pleasures of enjoying each other's body. All of a sudden I felt it, that pressure building inside of me, focused on the point where Nick's tip was pressing deep inside of me but emanating all throughout my body. I cried out, screaming in ecstasy, as the most intense orgasm I had felt by several hundred degrees washed over me, my taped back penis blasting Nick's balls with my cum. I felt my anus repeatedly clamp down hard on Nick's shaft, causing him to shudder, groaning as the first hot jet of his own cum washed my insides. Though he had stopped moving, I was still rocking back and forth on him, my sphincter muscles milking him, and he continued to groan as I pulled and tugged on his no doubt now extra- sensitive head. I felt his shrinking penis slip out of me, felt dribbles of his cum leaking out of my ass and rolling down the insides of my leg to pool on and soak into the tops of my stockings, but I couldn't move. The fireworks were still popping behind my eyes, the sheer pleasure I had felt at being fucked to such an intense orgasm by my man rolling and tingling through every millimeter of my skin and flesh. I managed to turn my head as he flopped backward on the pillow beside me, each of us gazing into the other's eyes. Though the rush of my subsiding orgasm prevented me from hearing anything besides my own rapidly beating heart, I could see his lips moving, knew he was telling me something about the experience we had both shared, and I could tell from his eyes and smile that he had enjoyed it, but there was something else there too. I finally felt my senses returning, and I untucked my legs from underneath me, feeling some slight pins and needles as I stretched them, and pressed myself to his side, hooking one stocking-clad leg over his, his hip pressing to my flat crotch while I twirled my fingers through his sparse chest hair. "I'm sorry," I said, breathing deeply through the exertion and to inhale his lightly sweaty, musky scent "I couldn't hear you through the pleasure you were giving me. What did you say?" "I said I was sorry. You know, that it was over so quickly," he replied. "I couldn't help it, you were so tight, so incredibly sexy and I had just been wanting that moment so much for the last few days, it was all I could do to hold myself back when I first pushed into you." Glancing at the clock radio behind him, I realized that from the moment he had begun to enter me to the moment that we had both cum together had probably taken less than a minute and a half. The intense pleasure I had felt had made it seem longer, yet I knew behind the orgasm I'd felt disappointment when he'd slipped out of me. "Well," I grinned, as I hooked my legs over him and climbed up to straddle his waist, "I suppose we'd best make round 2 last then!" I reached behind me to fondle him once more, slick with the stickiness of our combined fluids. Leaning over to kiss him, sucking his tongue into my hungry mouth, I felt him begin to stiffen once more. So much for recovery time! Feeling him once more regain his full, glorious length in my hand, I pushed myself up onto my knees, raising myself above him. Using my hand to position him, I sank slowly back down, gradually impaling myself on his pole, growling in pleasure as I felt him spreading me back open and tunneling through me. The extra lubrication his cum provided combined with gravity made the going all the easier and in no time at all my hips were resting on his thighs. Leaning down to gently kiss him, I started to grind my hips against him, being careful to keep each stroke long and slow, wanting to make it last as long as possible this time. I could feel him caressing my thighs, taking an interest in the difference in feeling between my stockings and the bare skin above them. All of a sudden, he lifted one hand off, lightly spanking my buttock with it. I gasped, the slight sting causing not pain but more pleasure within me. He grinned up at me, clearly happy that I had enjoyed that as much as he did. As we slowly made love, I gradually discovered that, in this position above him, I could not only get him much deeper inside of me, I could also angle my body more easily in order to ensure that his head more consistently ground into my newly discovered g-spot. The feelings were intense and I soon felt not one, but two orgasms rippling through my body in quick succession, the aftershocks of the first firing up the secon, my fluid leaking out to coat the area where our bodies met, the slickness of it helping to further lubricate me. "Nick," I gasped, "remember you said I'd have to let you feel how good my breasts are?" "Of course," he responded, his breath heavy against my cheek. "I want you to play with them. I want to feel you squeeze and caress them as if they were real." I didn't have to tell him twice. He reached up, slipping the straps of the corset off my shoulders and peeled the satin cups away from my bosom. Tentatively at first, then more forcefully, he gripped and squeezed me, tugging and mashing my breasts together as the movement of my body grinding against him pushed them against his hands. Though I could obviously feel nothing where his hands actually lay, the movement his tugging caused in my chest felt wonderfully erotic, and I could feel my own nipples, erect against the silicone backs of the breasts, crying out for attention they could not receive. He reached out his tongue, tentatively licking at the rubber nipple before sucking it all the way into his mouth. God, how I wished they were real so I could feel the sensations of his lips on me, his tongue likely flicking and swirling around the nipple, perhaps even his teeth gently nibbling at it! I cried out, as yet another small orgasm rippled through me at the thought of it. He pulled back again, still cupping my breasts in his hands. "God, Lexie, you have no idea how incredibly sexy my view is right now." "I don't know, baby," I said, gazing lustfully down at his chiseled pectorals and handsome features, "I think I've got a pretty good idea." After a while he moved his hands back down to my hips, beginning to guide me and take control of my pace. I felt him raising his hips to meet me as I ground myself into him, his glorious penis pushing ever deeper inside me. Our pace became a little more frantic, our strokes shorter, his breathing becoming more ragged and I knew he was close. Willing myself to take control of my inner muscles, I squeezed his shaft as best I could, desperate to once more feel the hot fire of his sperm deep inside my body. He gave out a loud cry and with one final push deep inside me, I was reveling in the feeling of Nick's shaft pulsing, his balls emptying once more into my body cavity. One final orgasm, more intense than anything I had so far felt rushed through me like an earthquake from its epicenter deep inside my bowels, all the way out to my fingers and toes, causing me to deeply arch my back, pushing my breasts out toward him in what I imagined must have been an incredibly sexy manner. As the seismic waves of the aftershocks began to lessen, I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, my tongue invading his mouth just as his penis was still invading my ass. I heard myself thanking him over and over, tears of happiness gently running down my cheeks, where he brushed them away with his lips, gently kissing my cheeks, forehead, eyelids and lips. His once more flaccid penis slipped gently out of me, leaving behind an emptiness that I had never before felt, but knew would now forever be a part of me whenever Nick wasn't making love to me. My tears still flowing, his lips still grazing gently over my face as he whispered sweet nothings to me, I climbed off him, laying down beside him, my head on his shoulder. He asked me if I was ok, and I kissed him, chastely, unable to quite voice the half-formed thoughts raging through my head, even to myself. He held me close, neither of us speaking, until my tears dried. Gently stroking my face, he kissed me once more and I smiled up at him. "I'm sorry for crying, Nick. I just never imagined I could feel anything so intense, so amazing. Not just the sex, either," I added, "I mean the way I feel about you, the way I... love you." I heard him draw in his breath sharply, a huge grin breaking out across his face. "Oh thank fuck for that!" He cried, "Even after what we just shared together, I was still afraid of saying it in case you didn't say it back. I love you too, Alexis, I love you more than I ever imagined it was possible to love someone. You're the girl of my dreams and my best friend all rolled into one heavenly package and I don't want to even think about my life, our lives, being any different to the way they are now." "I never thought I'd hear myself saying this either, but it's honestly true - it turns out you're the man of my dreams too. I guess they were dreams I never realized I was having." We smiled at each other, our faces drawing close to engage in another passionate kiss. We never left the room the rest of the day, ordering in room service which I went to the door to collect, still dressed in my gorgeous, sensual lingerie, giving the waiter a show he'd never forget while Nick did everything he could not to laugh at the poor man's obvious discomfort. In all we made love another 5 times, though I completely lost track of the number of times I had climaxed, including when I jumped him as we soaked our tired, sore, aching cum-soaked bodies in the wonderfully relaxing jets of the jacuzzi tub. My anus was loose and sore from all the sex, but I didn't care. It made me feel so alive and was a reminder of what had so quickly become the greatest day of my life. Finally climbing back into bed to sleep, both of us still naked from our shared bath and neither of us able to keep our eyes open any longer, I snuggled up to him, wrapping my arms and legs around him and placing my head on his chest. Breathing in his scent combined with the body wash was so wonderfully relaxing, I felt myself beginning to drift away when I remembered something from earlier that afternoon. "So tell me Nick, at what point in the vacation did you decide you might need a tube of Astroglide?" I asked teasingly. Fighting sleep, it was a moment before he responded. "I, um... well, don't hate me, but I actually packed it before we left." I sat up, fully awake. "You mean you set me up? All this time I thought I was a victim of circumstance and you'd actually been planning it all along?" I couldn't believe how angry I suddenly was, despite how much I had enjoyed everything that had preceded this moment. "No!" he said, sitting up too. "Honestly, I didn't do anything of the sort! Please, let me explain." "Go on then, explain how you just happened to bring lubricant with you to a vacation I just happened to end up dressing as a girl on." "Look, remember you asked me how much I spent on your breasts when you noticed that they tanned with your body? Well it wasn't much at all. The fact is, they used to belong to someone else - I bought them from Kimi." "You mean they used to belong to one of Kimi's clients?" I asked. "No, Kimi herself." "You mean...?" "Kimi was born Tommy. A boy. We used to go to high school together." He saw I was about to say something and held his finger to my lips. "Please, let me get through this before you say anything else. I know it's not going to paint me in the best light, but it's important I tell you the whole thing." I complied and he paused before continuing. "About 4 months ago, Kimi messaged me on Facebook, told me who she was, who she had been. I was intrigued, especially when I saw her photos. The awkward-looking, nerdy Asian kid I used to play Nintendo with had become... well, you saw her. "The thing is, back then, none of my jock friends had any interest in video games. All they wanted to do was work out, drink beer and chase tail. Tommy had occasionally been a victim of bullying, so I guess he was kind of grateful that a star athlete not only noticed his existence, but actually wanted to be friends with him. I told you this was going to make me sound like an asshole," He added, at my slight frown "probably because I am one. "We grew pretty close, his parents just loved me, they told me they thought I'd be a good influence on him. One day though, while his family were out, we were sitting in his bedroom playing video games, he turned off the Nintendo and told me he needed to tell me something, that I was the only one he thought he could tell. He was practically in tears, and I could see he was struggling with some inner demons. It wasn't easy to coax it out of him, but eventually he came out to me. Told me he thought he might be gay. That wasn't all though - he told me that he thought maybe God had made a mistake, that he'd been created wrong, that maybe everything would have been alright if he'd just been born a girl. "I couldn't believe it at first, I'd never heard of such a thing. He was my friend though, and I didn't want to hurt him. I asked him if he was sure, but I could see in his eyes that he was. He... asked me if he could show me something - I was a little worried what he meant at first, but not wanting to hurt him I said yes. He ran out of the room, and a short time later he came back in. SHE came back in, I mean - he'd dressed up in his sister's clothes. His makeup was terrible, his hair obviously too short and masculine, and the lack of breasts was noticeable, and yet somehow I could see it all looked right, attractive even, how the shape of his face and body suited this look rather than his own, how much happier he clearly was wearing a skirt." Nick paused for a moment, a frown creasing his face. "To cut a long story short, we both took each other's virginity that day. I felt guilty about it afterward though, I just couldn't reconcile what had happened with my small-town conservative upbringing, what my parents had taught me about a man and a woman being the only way God intended. Though he pleaded with me not to, I cut off all contact with Tommy, unable to face up to what we had done. "When I got that message from Kimi on Facebook, it brought it all back. She told me that, despite what had happened afterward, that day had strengthened her resolve to become what she truly believed she was supposed to be. She told me her parents had threatened to disown her when she eventually came out to them, but she pressed on. She moved to San Francisco at first, working her way through beauty school as she transitioned, eventually going through surgery, before she uprooted to Hawaii. "I told her that I had regretted my actions ever since, that many times throughout my life since then I'd thought about how much I'd hurt her, wanting to contact her to say sorry but unable to bring myself to do so, but she told me she had forgiven me a long time ago, that contacting me was all part of the process. "When you and I were planning our Spring Break, I suggested Hawaii in the knowledge that I'd be able to tell Kimi in person how sorry I was. In my assholish, chauvinistic way, I brought the lubricant with me on the off- chance we could recreate that day, this time without me running out on her. Maybe I could find some way to atone for my mistakes, and we could even start over, as perhaps we should have done back when we were teenagers. "I'd been building myself up to contact her when we discovered your suitcase problem. When you jokingly suggested you should have been born a girl so at least you'd have clothes to wear, I suddenly saw exactly what I had done on Tommy that day - those high cheekbones I'd never noticed before, your delicate features and slim body, and I knew I'd got my excuse to talk to her, that Kimi would be able to help me bring out the woman in you. "Once I got to the salon though, and I saw her, I couldn't do it. As incredibly beautiful as she was, and as pleased as we both were to see each other after all these years, I knew I couldn't leave you to fend for yourself, that my obligations as your friend far, far superseded anything else, no matter how much I wanted it. I told her that being away from my parents at college had finally allowed me to reconcile the fact that I was gay, that you and I were in love and that you wanted to be a woman for me on our vacation to try something different, and she agreed to help, glad that I had finally come to terms with the same thing she had done, so long ago. She sold me her old fake breasts that she had kept out of nostalgia, despite growing her own rather magnificent pair, and told me that she'd even cut the price of your makeover and agreed to pretend we'd never met before so you wouldn't get suspicious about her motives for helping to show me there were no hard-feelings." "Nick, are you... are you still in love with Kimi? Do you still want to be with her?" I whispered, desperately not wanting to hear his response. "No," he said firmly. "In fact this is the first I've thought of her since you walked into that restaurant and became my whole world. There isn't anyone else for me, Alexis, there never can be. No-one else could possibly take your place - you're everything I ever dreamed of and much, much more." I kissed him, even as the tears ran down my face, and he kissed me back, forcefully yet tenderly. He held me close, whispering how much he loved me as we lay back. I soon heard his gentle snores and, feeling safe in his arms, the sound gradually lulled me to a state of near-sleep. Before I drifted off, I realized I had come to a decision without even thinking about it. Regardless of how my family and friends would react, there was no way I could return home as anything other than Alexis. I had the love of the most wonderful man in the world to me, and that was all I needed to make me happy.