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Note: In my best BBC announcer voice I'd like to warn readers that this story contains scenes of a sexual nature and strong language throughout. It doesn't contain any strobe lighting though. I'd also like to take this chance to say thank you to those who left such kind comments about my previous stories. More of Julian very soon, I promise. 1. Boudica Returns Life was great. That was how Nathan felt as he took another sip of his ice cold lager and looked at his beautiful girlfriend. She was staring contentedly into the distance, past the softly babbling river that flowed beneath the pub veranda where they had chosen to spend the dying embers of another working week. The sun, getting lower in the early evening sky, was illuminating her soft blonde hair as she sighed happily and returned his loving gaze. "Shall we have another drink?" she asked, circling the top of her wine glass with her perfectly manicured nail. How could they not have another drink Nathan thought, as he raised his glass in wordless agreement. The scene was too perfect to leave. "I'll get it," she said, getting up and letting the shift dress she was wearing fall back to it's rightful position above her knees, "I want to see if they've got any crisps or something." Nathan watched as his gorgeous girlfriend walked into the pub, and felt a pang of pride at the way the eyes of the men at the next table did the same. They could look, but he had her. At times when he was happiest he always thought about how far his life had come. At school he had been in the lowest pecking order, geeks is what the others called him and his friends, but even then he had always known he was better than the loud-mouths and the popular kids. He had brains, which he knew could take you furthest. He had met Charlotte during his first year at the ministry. They had been placed in the same small office with only one other person, and Nathan had become besotted with her at first sight. She was shy at first, but he loved the feminine way that she dressed and the air of calmness that she exuded, which was rare in their stressful jobs. He was a sucker for red head normally, but he fell for her blonde hair and baby blue eyes, and he realised that he liked the fact that she was petite but still obviously self-assured and not afraid to take charge of a situation. Slowly but surely they had become friends and then finally boyfriend and girlfriend. Last year they had moved into together ? a smart rented flat in a nice part of town ? and Nathan had fallen happily into the regular pattern of life living with his beautiful girlfriend. He especially enjoyed it when they watched films late into the night and the way she cuddled into him and fell asleep in stages. "They didn't have any good crisps," Charlotte complained, returning to the bench and placing their drinks on the table, "that's the problem with these trendy London pubs, they forget the obvious." "I was just thinking about our early days at the ministry," Nathan confided, "I think I fell for you when you wore that white dress to work one day." "Mmm," she replied, taking her first sip of the new glass of wine, "which one? The one with the pleated skirt?" "No, it had a black waistband and you wore your hair up." "Oh that one, you liked me in that one did you?" "Too right," Nathan laughed, "I couldn't concentrate all day." This made Charlotte smile, "I've still got it somewhere you know. Perhaps I could get dressed up for you later." Nathan felt a stirring of excitement. He glanced over at the two guys sitting next to them. Poor fools! They didn't know what they were missing. "We could do a little role-playing," she continued, sultrily, "pretend that we're back in that little office but that this time you get to do what you wanted to do to me." "Really," Nathan replied, "and what do you think that would be?" "Whatever you want," she grinned, "you know me, I'll do anything once." He wondered if anybody else was listening or watching, as she moved her leg and ran it up his, stopping a few inches from his groin. Teasing him. He loved it when she teased him. "Bet you're sorry we got another drink now," she laughed. "I can drink quickly." "Well do it then." Last summer they had rented a car and driven to the coast for a holiday. That week they done lots of role-playing as well, with Nathan's favourite being the ones where he got to be in charge and make her do whatever he wanted. They had done it the other way around as well, but it felt strange for little Charlotte to be ordering him around in the bedroom and he hadn't enjoyed it as much. He wasn't sure how she felt, other that he knew they both enjoyed the foreplay. Lost in the memories of that glorious holiday, he didn't notice the red headed woman walk toward them, "Nathan! Is that you?" He recognised the voice immediately, and so looking at her was only a confirmation of what he already knew. Charlotte turned around to look also, but not knowing who it was she turned back to Nathan and looked at him quizzically. "Nathan Perry! I can't believe it's you," the woman continued, staring at him happily, "it's me, Jenny! Tell me you haven't forgotten me?" He hadn't of course. How could he? She was a grisly phantom of his old, sadder life, and a complicated phantom to boot. Nathan came to his senses just as the woman began to look hurt. "Of course I remember you Jenny. I was just shocked to see you here." Jenny brightened. "Can I sit down?" To his chagrin, Charlotte budged up, still looking at him with a confused look on her face. "Wow, it must be ten years since I last saw you," she continued, shaking her head slowly, "you haven't changed that much though. You've still got that youthful look." Nathan was a little stunned, and was finding hard to respond. Perhaps sensing this, Charlotte gave him a nudge with the leg that was still riding up his left trouser, "Thanks," he replied, "you look great too." That much was true. Jenny had been his first true love, and looking now at her fiery red hair, soft freckled nose and piercing hazel eyes, he suddenly remembered why. "You two know each other from home?" His girlfriend asked, trying to keep the conversation going. "Yeah," Nathan replied, shifting his gaze back to Charlotte, "sorry, Jenny was a friend of mine at school. Jenny, this is Charlotte, my urm, girlfriend." "We were really close friends for a summer," Jenny said, smiling, "but I moved away." "Just close friends, or boyfriend and girlfriend?" his now girlfriend asked naughtily. Nathan, still in a state of shock to see the ghost on the other side of the table, didn't respond immediately. He found himself suddenly overloaded with memories of that summer ten years ago, when his life had taken such a strange turn. "Just friends," Jenny had answered eventually, "we were revision buddies mostly." "You were the most intelligent kid in the whole school," Nathan remembered, "didn't you go to Cambridge in the end?" "I did," Jenny replied, "you weren't exactly a slouch either though. If I was the most intelligent then you were a close second." That much was probably true, Nathan thought. But it was a case of Jenny first, daylight second, then everyone else. "Cambridge, wow!" Charlotte interjected, "you must have been clever. What do you do now?" The red head looked at them nervously for a moment, "I'm not really supposed to say." Oh no, Nathan thought, and a chill raced through him, "hold on, you don't work at the ministry do you?" Jenny appeared confused for a moment. "How did you know that?" "We work there too," Nathan replied, moving his finger back and forth between him and Charlotte. "How long have you worked there?" "I've just started," she replied excitedly, "I can't believe you work there? What department?" Nathan was about to respond until he caught Charlotte's warning glance. "Urm, I probably shouldn't say. You know the protocols." Jenny raised her hands in apology. It briefly reminded Nathan of the dark days when she had used the hands to torture him so. "This is amazing," Charlotte said, finishing her glass of wine, "we should get another drink and celebrate. I'll go, I need to freshen up anyway. Shall I get a bottle of wine?" "That sounds great," Jenny replied, reaching into her expensive looking handbag, "here, let me give you some money for it." "Don't be silly," Charlotte said, "this is on us." Nathan wondered if she had used the word us deliberately as his girlfriend got up and went inside, leaving him alone with Jenny. "Strange stuff huh?" Jenny said smiling. Suddenly, Nathan remembered the potential damage that the woman could do. "You won't say anything to her, will you?" "About what?" "You know what," he replied, feeling a rising anger inside himself, "you can't tell her about what we used to do." Jenny only smiled mysteriously for a moment, as though remembering the wrongs that she had subjected him to all those years ago. "Jenny, please," he begged, "Charlotte's great. I wouldn't want her to know. Or anyone at work, come to that." "Don't worry," she replied in a whisper, leaning over the table toward him, "I won't tell a soul, I promise. I was a stupid girl back then, I've grown out of all that now." "That's good," he replied, feeling a little calmer now, "they were crazy times. Nobody needs to know." Jenny nodded her head in agreement, "so you and Charlotte then? How long has that been going on? She seems lovely by the way." "A couple of years. Honestly, you won't tell anyone will you?" "Nathan, I swear it. Don't forget that it's just as embarrassing for me as it is for you." "Hardly," Nathan said, shaking his head. They had spent the next couple of hours chatting idly, the summer evening losing it's light as they did so. They covered a whole range of subjects, from how Nathan's parents and little sister were doing (fine) to how Jenny's father was (just retired from the army). "Where have you been staying since you started at the ministry?" Charlotte had enquired, as they finished the third bottle of wine. Nathan felt reasonably sober, but he could tell that Charlotte was getting to be more than a little tipsy. Jenny, well Jenny was exactly the same as always. "I've been in a hotel," she replied, "haven't found a place to stay yet." To his consternation, the women seemed to have struck up a good rapport in the last couple of hours, despite Nathan's best attempts to get out of there and home. "Hey, we've got a spare room," Charlotte said excitedly, almost knocking over the empty glass in front of her. "Oh, I couldn't possibly intrude," Jenny replied. "Don't be silly, Charlotte continued, "you can't keep paying for a hotel when we've got a room." Jenny turned her attention to Nathan, "would it be OK with you?" No! He wanted to scream. Jenny sensed his concern. "Honestly, don't worry. I'll find a place soon." "No, we couldn't possibly let you stay in a hotel," Charlotte replied, "stay with us until you find somewhere." "Well, if you're sure?" Nathan sighed. He couldn't believe that his girlfriend, she of the good judgement and level headedness, could be so stupid, "I don't mind," he lied, "we've got a spare room after all." "That's great," Jenny gushed, "I can't thank you enough. I hate staying at the hotel, it doesn't feel like home, you know what I mean? I'll give you some rent money of course." Rent money! How long was the woman planning on staying! Suddenly, Nathan felt the world start to spin a little bit faster, and it wasn't the alcohol causing it. "I can't believe you invited her to stay," Nathan complained, as they opened the door to their flat. Jenny had gone back to the hotel. She had said that the night was already paid for, so she would bring her stuff around tomorrow. "I don't see the problem," his girlfriend replied, "it's only for a few nights and we'll be at work most of the time anyway." "Still, I don't want a third wheel in the love den," Nathan smiled, pulling her closer into him as they shut the door. "Poor baby," she laughed, "I've kept you waiting tonight, haven't I? I promised to put the dress on for you and everything." "Forget the dress," he replied, feeling himself getting excited. He reached down and kissed her strongly, the soft taste of her lip- gloss adding to the passion. Her tongue poked into his mouth as he took his right hand and moved it toward the zip on the back of her dress. With his right hand he softly cupped her breast, and she gave a moan of contentment, "Oh Nathan," she cried. "You like it when I do that, don't you," he asked, squeezing her breast a little harder now as he started to press more strongly against her petite frame. Charlotte nodded, closing her eyes as he pulled her dress over her head. Nathan felt pure animal passion flooding through his veins as he starting to think about fucking his girlfriend until she couldn't take it any more. He loved that feeling of power over her, and he knew she loved it to. "I need you," she groaned, standing there now in only her underwear, Nathan pressing against her rhythmically, letting her feel his ever growing penis against her groin. He moved his hands into her flowing hair, as she started to greedily undo his trousers. "You want me to fuck you hard," Nathan moaned, as his trousers fell to the ground, "you want me to fuck you hard because you're my girl, don't you?" "Yes," she replied, pulling down his boxer shorts as they started to move toward the bedroom, "yes I do." They collapsed onto the bed. Nathan began to reach into his bedside cabinet to grab a condom, but she swatted away his hand, "No, don't put one on tonight," she said, "I want you in me without one." "Are you sure?" They had never done it without a condom before. "Yes," she replied impatiently, as their thrusting started to become more frantic. He slipped his penis into her, the warmness of her thrilling him even more. "That's it," she moaned, throwing her head back onto the pillow, "oh, Nathan." Nathan began pushing himself inside her, back and forth, pure instinct taking over now. He wasn't the biggest in the world down there, but over the last couple of years he liked to think that he could make the most of what he had. Then, without warning, an image of Jenny filled his mind. Of what she done to him in the past. Of the times when...... "C'mon Nathan," Charlotte groaned, "you're slowing down." He couldn't stop it. To his horror he felt the passion of the situation start to drain, and his old inadequacies came flooding back. He could never please a woman like Charlotte because she needed a big, proper man. A fire irrupted in his brain, and suddenly everything turned white. He was panicking. "Nathan, I don't understand," she said, looking up at him now, "what's wrong?" He felt like crying. A carousel of Jenny was swirling through his mind. The humiliations, the terror of people finding out at school, the emasculation at her scheming hands. And now she was back. "Oh baby," Charlotte continued, obviously noting the look on Nathan's face, "don't worry, we've had a lot to drink, that's probably what's happened." Nathan took himself off her and flopped his naked body next to her on the bed, "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened. It was like I got hit by a train or something." "That's OK," she replied, lovingly stroking his chest and placing her head on him, "don't worry about it." But the damage had been done. He felt like he'd gone back to the dark places ? a time that just four hours ago had seemed pre-historic and forgotten. "Do you want me to, you know?" Charlotte said, pointing to his shrinking erection. "No, I'm feeling tired," Nathan replied, not quite believing he was turning down the offer of a blow job. But he was scared that it would happen again, "thanks though." "OK," she said, getting off the bed and heading into the bathroom, "I'm going to get ready for bed." "I love you," he called after her, but she didn't seem to hear. 2. Redemption Jenny had moved her things in the next day, as expected. Turning up in tight blue jeans and a university sweatshirt, she had insisted on bringing in her luggage personally and wouldn't accept any help from Nathan. He wondered if she was mocking him. Charlotte hadn't mentioned the failure of the night before to him. He wondered whether to talk to her about it, to try and explain why it had happened, but he realised that he couldn't tell her the truth anyway. She seemed perfectly happy though, buzzing around the flat as she normally did on a Saturday morning, cleaning and washing as she went. As he often did, Nathan found solace in his PC and browsing the internet. He sent a few emails to old university friends and one to his tech-savvy Father, but eventually he ended up aimlessly browsing news and sports websites as he always did. "Didn't have you down as a Daily Mail reader," Jenny said from behind him, making him jump. "I'm not really," he replied, "I just end up reading everything when I'm bored." "Me too, although work's kept me so busy the last week or so that I haven't really had time. Speaking of which, can I plug in my laptop to check my work emails?" "You've got a works laptop? Wow, they think a lot of you already." Nathan had asked for a laptop, but had been told that he didn't need one at his level, "but you can't connect using wi-fi can you? Isn't it encoded?" "Sure," she replied, "but some technical bod set something up on the laptop so I can access the Intranet. I had to fill in a million forms though." "Jenny, just what do you do at work?" "Sorry Nathan, you know I can't say." He shook his head and returned to his browsing, irked slightly by the fact that it seemed Jenny was doing so much better than him and she had only been there a couple of weeks. He'd been slogging away for nearly three years with little reward. "Charlotte's gone to the shops you know," Jenny said, sitting down on the sofa, "bet you didn't even notice being so engrossed in your reading." She was right. He hadn't even heard the door close. Why hadn't Charlotte told him she was going out? "Typical attentive man," Jenny laughed, realising that she was right, "she left twenty minutes ago." This made Nathan turn off the computer, slightly ashamed of himself. He moved to sit in the single chair on the other side of the room, facing Jenny. "I can't believe you're sitting in my living room," he said, "I have to tell you, you're the last person I wanted back in my life." She continued staring at her laptop screen, "I'm not really going to be in your life Nathan. I just need to find a flat and then I'll be gone." "Yeah, but work as well." "Well, you didn't see me at work the last two weeks did you?" "No, but we're still working in the same building." "Different floors though," Jenny responded, moving her gaze to face him now. "What floor are you on then?" Jenny gave a small smile, "I don't really want to say. I'm worried you might think I'm boasting." Nathan couldn't help but laugh. Typical Jenny, revealing something quite intentionally but trying to claim modesty, "You're on the fourth floor, aren't you? I can't believe this, you've gone into the ministry as top management." She sighed a little, "they head-hunted me. It's only a management trainee course at the moment, or a top graduate learning scheme as they call it." "Wow, I knew you were clever but I've never heard of anyone starting on the fourth floor." "Stop, you'll give me a big head." "Twenty six and top management already, that's pretty amazing." She didn't reply this time, instead returning to her laptop screen. He could tell she was pleased at the comment though. She'd always loved being better than him, that was part of the attraction, "You know Jenny, I really do hope you don't tell anyone at all about our past. I don't want to think about what people would think." Sighing, Jenny shut her laptop, "we've been through this. What's done is done. We were being silly teenagers." "Well it went a bit further than that." "Not really," she replied, sounding just a touch angry, "I was thinking about the first time last night. Do you remember?" Now Nathan felt himself get angry, "I don't want to discuss it." "I think you're overreacting. You were very nice to me, walking me home in the rain and putting your coat over my head. Very chivalrous, I've never forgotten it." He did remember that bit. It was a cold, wet spring evening, and he hadn't been able to believe his luck as the prettiest, most intelligent girl in school asked HIM to walk her home! He'd felt like a king! "And then we started studying Romeo and Juliet." "Jenny please, I don't want to talk about it." "I'm just trying to make you see how silly it all was. I convinced you that the reason that you were struggling with the Juliet interpretations was because you didn't understand what it was like to be a girl. Do you remember?" "Of course," Nathan spat, "you tricked me." "Well, I wouldn't say tricked. I just explained that you might be able to understand her feelings better if you put yourself in her position, and that to do that it would help if you dressed like a girl. I was taller than you even then so we used one of my Mother's little black dresses didn't we? And you put on some opaque tights and read the parts again." H remembered the first time all too well. He had been lost in a fog of desire and pulled into her web without little struggle. He'd never forgotten the feeling as she made him put his hands over his head and slipped her mother's fancy black frock onto his 16 year old body. He felt stupid and self-conscious, but also a little excited at the taboo. That had replaced by confusion as she'd made him wear two pairs of black opaque tights to hide the hair on his legs. They had given him a shockingly feminine appearance, and the sensation of the tights was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He remembered looking down at himself and his brain struggling to understand what was happening to him. "Jenny, why are you bringing this all up now?" "Oh Nathan, I'm trying to make you see how ridiculous it all was!" "But that was only the start! If you'd have left it there I would agree with you." "I'm sorry Nathan, really I am. But I was a hormonal mess back then, and something about dressing you up like that really got me going." Nathan could only shake his head. Jenny had never been scared to be candid. His excuse wasn't that different though. He had been full of lust and stupidly agreed to everything she asked, thinking that if he didn't she'd send him away. "It was wrong to blackmail you like that," she conceded, "I know that now. I think you might find it cathartic to talk about it though, it's never good to carry around secrets." "It is when it involves what happened to me," Nathan argued, "I've never told a soul." "Me neither, obviously. But we should talk about it, get our feelings into the open," she suddenly looked very sheepish, "I'd really like to be your friend here Nathan. It's lonely moving to London and you've known me for so long. I'd love you to forgive me." Nathan looked at her for what felt like a long time. Did he still hate her? He couldn't really tell, but he knew he was frightened of her telling Charlotte or the people at work, "As long as you never tell any one about what happened," he replied firmly, and Jenny smiled broadly. He still found her attractive, that was certain. But the memories had started to stalk him again. The sensations, the feelings of being trapped. The humiliation and the terror of being caught. The realisation that he was a spider caught in her web, and she was closing in. They ate dinner together that night, the three of them crowded around the small dining room table that Nathan had struggled to put together. Charlotte was more quiet that usual, and Nathan wondered if it was because of the events of the night before. Thankfully Jenny kept the conversation to current affairs. Eventually Charlotte seemed to loosen up slightly, abetted perhaps by the glass of wine that she'd drank, and the conversation flowed as the women started to talk about fashion. "I bet you dress very classically," Jenny suggested, "I can tell from that great shift dress you were wearing yesterday." "I like to dress well for work," Charlotte responded, looking pleased at the compliment, "you'll know yourself, it's quite a male orientated environment at the ministry so I try to power dress a little. But I'm not going to dress like a man just to fit in." "Mmm, I know what you mean. I bought this great black pencil skirt last week that I'm going to wear some point. Trousers can get very monotonous day in day out." "Outside of work it's different," Charlotte said, "I love to wear tea- dresses and stuff like that, especially in the summer. I've always being a bit of a girly girl, at least in the way I dress." Nathan loved the fact that his girlfriend always dressed well, but he didn't see her as a "girly girl'. That had connotations of vacuousness, which sat at odds with Charlotte's intelligence. Jenny had always a mystery to him. Back then she seemed to swing from being ultra feminine to, well, ultra domineering and masculine as Nathan had found out to his cost many times. "I could tell that you're quite feminine," Jenny said, looking at Charlotte with a friendly smile, "in fact, may I be blunt for a moment? I'm surprised that you've gone for someone like Nathan." "Hey," Nathan began to protest, but Jenny cut him off. "Now Nathan, don't take it the wrong way. I'm merely making an observation based on what I've seen in the past. Now Charlotte, you're quite petite aren't you? How tall are you, 5 foot 2?" Charlotte stared at the red headed woman for a moment, Nathan decided that she was trying to work out where the conversation was headed, "More like 5 foot 3," she responded eventually, "I don't understand what that has to do with going out with Nathan." "Well, not in itself perhaps," Jenny responded, still smiling, "but, and forgive me if I'm wrong here, you seem like the kind of girl who likes her man to take control. And without wanting to sound too clich?d, you like to be treated like a woman and for a man to be a man. If I'd have guessed what type of man you'd go for I'd have said a big strapping guy, 6 foot tall with lots of muscles and a deep booming voice." "Jenny," Nathan said, hoping not to sound too angry, "I don't think this is a suitable conversat...." "No Nathan," his girlfriend interrupted, now playing with a strand of her hair in that way that she did when she was a little nervous, "it's OK, we're just talking here. What Jenny doesn't understand is that you are my man and you do all of things that I want of you." "Hey, I'm sure he does, you're a great catch Nathan. It's just that you were always so quiet, so sensitive back in school. You weren't loud and abrasive like the other boys, but then that's why I wanted to be your friend I suppose." "People change Jenny, they grow up," Nathan retorted, feeling more and more fed up of the conversation. He was that domineering man that Charlotte wanted. Hey, he might not have been 6 feet tall or have bulging muscles, but power comes in many different forms. "I wouldn't be interested in some muscle bound idiot anyway," Charlotte pitched in, "I love Nathan because he has opinions on stuff. We talk about books and music and history and love all of the same things. I wouldn't get that with some big brute." She put an emphasis on the word brute, as though to show how silly the suggestion was. "That's great, you two seem very happy together." "And what about you," Charlotte asked, sounding a little drunk now, "do you have a partner?" "Not at the moment," Jenny responded with a slight sigh, "I've been too busy with work and the move and everything else. Besides, I've not been that desperate to find a man really." She laughed a little as she seemed to remember something, "I've got a couple of really close friends and we call ourselves the "Witches of Eastwick" because we're all single. I suppose I'll settle down eventually." "And what type of man do you go for then," Charlotte probed, "are you a sucker for the big man as well?" The red head smiled at the suggestion, "well, it's a bit different for me because I'm quite tall. I'm like you though Charlotte, I need a man who has more up there than down there, if you know what I mean." "Jenny, I'm not sure little old me could ever work out everything you mean to say," Charlotte grinned, sarcasm dripping off every syllable. That night, as Nathan climbed into bed, he wondered if Jenny had already started to put her claws into him. That crap at the dinner table about whether he was man enough for Charlotte could easily be construed as a first step, if the Jenny he knew from ten years ago still lurked underneath the calm and composed adult that he now saw. He had resolved to pull Jenny to one side, to tell her that that nonsense would not be put up with, but she had gone out after dinner and had still not come back. So he and Charlotte had lazily watched some TV together, with Nathan making a special point of pulling his petite girlfriend into him as though to emphasise the points made in the dinner table discussion. "I haven't worked out what to make of your friend yet," Charlotte remarked, sitting at her vanity table and pulling her long blonde hair into a ponytail, "I mean I can tell she's obviously pretty intelligent, but she seems to lack common courtesy." Charlotte turned to face him, "what do you think of her?" Nathan had wondered when this would happen. His girlfriend had obviously been considering the conversation all evening, and was only now ready to discuss it with him, "she's always said whatever she wants," he began, watching Charlotte climb into the bed next to him, "it got on my nerves tonight. Hopefully she'll be gone in the next couple of days though." "I suppose I quite liked her candour if nothing else," Charlotte responded, moving her leg so that it entwined with his, "I'm just a bit worried that you took offence at what she said? It was pretty underhanded I think." Nathan smiled, "don't worry about it baby, I've known her a long time. I can handle Jenny. Plus I loved the way you stood up for me." He slid across so that he was level with her face and kissed her softly. "We need to talk about last night," she said, as he moved his lips away from hers, "I know you feel terrible, but I don't want you to worry about it." Nathan, who had almost forgotten about his failure the night before, found himself staring deeply into Charlotte's baby blue eyes as his hand slipped inside the t-shirt she was wearing. He moved his hand across her stomach and up to the base of her perfect breasts, "it was a one off, I'm not worried about it." "It's just that it's strange that it would happen after we ran into Jenny." Nathan pulled his hand back, "what do you mean?" "Well, there's something odd about you two. You say you were great friends in school but it seems to me like you can't stand the sight of her." "You know how it is when you're at school. You don't always pick the right friends." "Perhaps," Charlotte replied, taking his hand his hers and moving it back under her shirt, "but I hope you'd tell me if there was something I needed to know. I don't want us to be one of those couples that keep secrets from each other." Their hands were entwined now and moving up and down her breasts. He could tell she was getting aroused, so he repositioned his fingers so that it was her own small hand that was now doing the caressing, albeit with his direction. She had closed her eyes, and was breathing a little more heavily than normal. Nathan studied her face as they played with her nipples softly, and he realised how much he loved her small features and femininely curled eyelashes in particular. Her face was so soft to touch, so tender, that it created a stirring of excitement throughout his body. Suddenly, he was consumed with the animal lust that had deserted him so cruelly the night before. "Do you want to try again?" Charlotte asked softly, her own hand still exploring her most arousing places. "Yes," was all that Nathan could manage in response, as he pulled down his boxer shorts with his free hand and moved closer into her, her body feeling warm against his exposed penis. "Let's leave the condom again," she suggested, "I loved that feeling last night." "Are you sure? Isn't it a bit risky?" "Don't worry," she replied, beginning to move on top of him and pulling off her shorts and t-shirt, "nothing will happen." Nathan didn't really understand why she now wanted to suddenly jettison the condom. But he was too lost in the excitement of the moment to think about it too much, and the thought disappeared altogether as he slipped himself into her. She groaned as he did this, their bodies gyrating to an invisible rhythm, a rhythm of the ages. He moved his hands onto her bare breasts, which rocked up and down gently as she thrust back and forth. "Oh God Nathan," she moaned, "please, this time." Nathan focused as his beautiful girlfriend rocked back and forth on his fully erect penis. He was inside her, fucking her in the most animalistic way, and it felt great. He started to work on bringing himself to orgasm, telling himself that he needed to do his duty as a man. He could feel it coming, so he began focusing on Charlotte's face, which was now flush with desire and passion. Her cheeks were red and she was panting hard, and he wondered if she was going to reach orgasm too. "Oh God," she repeated, louder now, more breathless, "please, Nathan, fuck me. Fuck me Nathan." His hands slipped down to her hourglass waist and he increased the strength of his thrusting. He was trying to be careful not to hurt her, but she seemed to want it that way. Her hand moved onto his face, stroking his cheek as her ponytail bounced wildly against her shoulders. "Are you my girl Charlotte?" He asked powerfully, as she continued to groan. "Yes!" "Say it then," he demanded, the unstoppable force of orgasm rushing toward both of them now. "I'm your girl," she cried, loudly. "I'm your big man, aren't I," he added, through heavy breaths, "fuck what Jenny thinks right." "Don't mention her Nathan." It was close now, so he tried to close the deal by thinking about Charlotte at the Christmas party that they'd gone to last year. She'd worn a sparkling, short black dress, showing just a tease of cleavage, which had driven him wild. He knew she'd worn special lingerie as well. Fine French knickers that he'd bought for her as a naughty birthday present. He hadn't been able to concentrate all night as he thought about that lingerie rubbing against her naked body and the dress. And she was his, all his. He could contain himself no longer. "Oh, oh God," she cried again, as the warm flow of orgasm began to escape him. He let out a cry to as he released himself fully into her, their bodies truly one now. She threw head back, now in her own throws of ecstasy as they came together, in perfect unison. 3. The Old and the New "Hey, I just heard something very interesting," Charlotte began, coming over to Nathan's desk and picking up a piece of paper. Gary was in the office too, so she leaned in closer to him so that he couldn't hear, "I've heard that Davidson is retiring in the summer," she continued, "exciting huh?" That was interesting news. George Davidson was the head of their department, and he was a cantankerous old fool. Nathan had hated him from the start. But no matter, the reason the news was interesting was that it would create an upward shuffle of positions. "So Paul will take over from Davidson," Charlotte said, obviously thinking along the same lines, "which leaves a spot open for supervisor." Nathan looked as his girlfriend. She looked excited, not as excited as three nights before when he had been screwing her of course, but excited nether the less. "About time," he whispered in return, "it's going to make it interesting around here for the next few months." But already he was worrying, because he knew this day would come. They would have to decide whether they would both apply or whether one would step aside. Gary, the third wheel in the office, was new so he didn't come into the picture. This promotion was between him and Charlotte. Surely as the man she should stand aside and let him get the job. This is what he thought in his more candid moments. It made him think of his own mother and father, and especially what his Dad would say if he heard that Nathan was going head to head with this own girlfriend for a job. He'd choke on his pipe, that's what would happen. "We should talk about this later," Nathan said, "you know that right?" Charlotte nodded her head, but did it in a way that assured Nathan that his girlfriend understood the problem fully. They would have to find a way to resolve this so that it didn't affect their relationship, that was the most important thing. Their office sat on the second floor of the ministry, above the administration and reception areas, but below the third and fourth floors, where the real power sat. He still hadn't seen Jenny in the building, but it was a big building and people of the fourth floor very rarely ventured down anyway. You always travelled up, that was the rule of the ministry. Nobody would come down to see you. He knew that she'd been working hard though, because she'd been leaving their flat by half five in the morning and not returning until very late. This was good of course, because it meant that he hadn't seen her at the flat since Sunday evening, when the three of them had idly watched the TV for a couple of hours. Jenny hadn't said much, only commenting on the programs they were watching. He was sure he had caught her staring at him a couple of times though ? sizing him up perhaps. She had been wearing plain blue jeans and a mannish plaid shirt tucked into them, with her red hair pulled into a tight ponytail. Her figure was womanly, like Charlotte's, but he couldn't help but feel she was dressing in a more masculine way than she had used to. Perhaps she'd just changed as she got older, that wasn't unreasonable. Another problem facing him was that his new work project was exceedingly dull, and his mind kept wondering. He was finding it more and more difficult to concentrate, what with everything that had happened in the last few days, and he knew he'd have to buckle down. Charlotte returned to her desk on the other side of the office, and he watched her backside wriggle through her trousers as she did so. This was the kind of thing distracting him! He needed to focus. He glanced at his reflection in the PC monitor that faced him. His short blond hair stood out against the dark background of his surroundings, and he felt like he was starting to look older. 26 now, he considered, as he resolved to get some proper work done. They left the office at 7. They had driven in together, so Nathan was driving home as Charlotte sat in the passenger seat with the window down. It was only a fifteen minute drive normally, but tonight the traffic was bad. The car, a cheap second hand hatchback that they'd bought a few months back, growled impatiently as they sat motionless on the busy duel carriageway. Nathan began to wish they'd taken the tube. "We should talk," Charlotte said, winding her window shut, "about the supervisor job." Nathan took a deep breath. He was nervous about this because he didn't want to fight with her. She was a clever girl, he knew that, but he didn't know if he could stand the idea of her being his supervisor. It held too many bad memories for him, memories of Jenny and that dark summer. "I want you to have the job," she said finally, staring straight ahead and not looking at him. Nathan didn't know what to say. He was hoping that was what she would say, but he couldn't quite believe it, "Are you sure?" "Positive," she replied, smiling a little now, "you deserve it. But there is something else we need to talk about." Nathan was happy, but he wasn't sure they should just move onto the next subject, "are you really sure Charlotte? This is a big decision. I'm not sure we've discussed it enough." "That's why I want to talk about the next thing," she replied calmly, "it's sort of linked." "OK, what is it?" "Well, I'm not going to beat around the bush. I'm just going to come out and say it. But I don't want you to fly off the handle. Just think about it for a few moments before you respond." "Say it then!" "I want to have a baby." Neither of them said a word for a few moments. The sticky atmosphere of the car suddenly seemed suffocating. Nathan had never thought about kids before, but he knew that she had started to think about it. He had noticed her watching the baby channels a couple of times, and obviously the whole condom thing..... "What do you think?" she asked eventually, still not looking at him. What did he think? Well, he didn't know. It was a massive step, and he didn't know if he was ready. Plus, they weren't even married, which would annoy his Mother no end. But she was his dream girl, so where was the doubt? He had never wanted anyone else, never even considered straying. He felt like he'd reached above his station with Charlotte, like he'd travelled upstairs and she'd come down to meet him in the middle. He could never of dreamt of ending up with a girl like Charlotte when he was younger, not with his spindly frame and boyish appearance. "I should have mentioned it earlier. I've been thinking about it for a while, but I just didn't know how to raise the subject." Her voice sounded more unsure than he'd ever heard it before, and it was crackling with emotion. He'd only seen her cry once before. He couldn't have loved her any more than he did at that moment. "Oh Charlotte, I love you," he said soothingly, "nothing would make me happier than to have a baby." "Really?" She brightened immediately. "Of course. Well, I'd never given it a whole lot of thought to be honest, but now you say it it sounds like the greatest idea in the world." "That makes me so happy to hear," she said, crying now but with tears of happiness, "I've been so worried about your reaction. I didn't know what you'd think." "Well you made it a bit more obvious when you asked me to stop wearing a condom," he replied, rubbing her back with his left hand. "I suppose," she laughed, taking his hand and holding it in her own, "that wasn't my most subtle of moves." "There'll be a lot to think about," Nathan mused, the traffic starting to move slowly now, "we should really think about buying a place instead of renting, and we'd need to think about whether you want to keep working or not." "I do want to keep working," she sounded very sure on this point, "we earn good money, we could easily afford to put the baby into a nursery." Nathan wasn't sure about that, but he had learnt not to argue over every detail. He felt like a mother should stay home with the children if she could, like his Mother had done with him and his sister. But that decision was some way off, if it ever came at all. "I'm so happy," Charlotte said, "I'm going to make you a special dinner tonight for being such a perfect boyfriend." Nathan felt happy as well. Not even the spectre of Jenny looming large could ruin his mood now. She was ancient history. Charlotte was his present. "Oh, just one more thing," his girlfriend continued, "I'm going into town with Carly on Friday, so called me today and asked if I wanted to go for a few drinks. I'd ask you along but I think she wants to keep it to the girls." "That's cool," Nathan replied, feeling very happy himself. A Friday night alone wasn't the worst thing in the world. If only he could get rid of Jenny as well. 4. Moth The rest of the week passed without further incident. Nathan thought that Charlotte might have been keen for more sex, but they very rarely did it during the week and she didn't seem to want to change that. He hoped they could get working on the baby thing over the course of the weekend though. Jenny had kept herself to herself, still working the crazily long hours. Nathan was starting to feel more and more impatient for her to go, but he had to admit that she looked stunning on the Thursday when she had come home wearing her new pencil skirt. He had also realised that he had started feeling a little bit sorry for her. She may have found herself a great career, but she didn't have someone to come home to like he did with Charlotte. Friday night came and he found himself sitting on the bed watching Charlotte getting ready for her night out. She had chosen tight grey jeans and a feminine white top to wear, and Nathan was glad that she wasn't wearing a skirt or dress. He trusted her, but he didn't trust men. "You should call one of you friends and go out for a drink," Charlotte suggested as she diligently applied her mascara, "you don't want to sit around here all night." Nathan didn't really have any friends though. He had people he knew from University, but he hadn't seen them for at least 18 months. Truth was, he had let Charlotte become his whole life, and friends didn't seem that important, "I don't feel like going out. I'll just find a film to watch or something." "Is Jenny back from work?" "Don't think so, or I haven't seen her anyway." Charlotte swivelled around on her chair to face him, "I thought about asking her if she wanted to come with us but," she leaned in closer to him, "I wasn't sure I wanted her there." Nathan couldn't help but smile. He loved the fact that Charlotte didn't seem to like Jenny. "I need to ask you something though," Charlotte continued, still leaning in, "I just want to check that I don't have to be worried about you and Jenny being alone here tonight." "Charlotte! I can't believe you'd even ask that. Don't you trust me?" "Oh baby, of course I trust you. It's just that I'm not sure you've told me the whole truth about you and Jenny yet." Nathan shook his head slowly to try and emphasise his disappointment that she'd even have to ask the question. But in some regards she was right of course. He hadn't told her the truth, and he wasn't going to. What could he say anyway? "Oh yes, Jenny was the one who dressed me up in girl's clothes on several occasions. Not to mention the really bad stuff she did to me." That wasn't going to happen. "Don't be mad at me baby," Charlotte said, unscrewing the lid of the sparkling pink lip gloss that he loved her to wear, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. It's just that I've had my heart broken once befo...." She didn't continue. Nathan knew that she'd been cheated on by someone before she'd met him. He didn't know the guy's name, he didn't see any reason to go into details after all, but he was aware that it was still painful after all these years. "You don't have to worry," Nathan responded, getting up off the bed, "I promise you that there is nothing going on between Jenny and I, OK?" "OK baby," she replied, brushing the gloss over her lips, "forget I even mentioned it." Nathan lounged out on their front room sofa after Charlotte left for the evening. He intended to put a film on or find something to watch on TV, but he didn't seem to able to muster up the enthusiasm. Instead he lay there for a good hour, thinking about Charlotte and their potential baby and his upcoming promotion. Jenny didn't get home until around half nine. Nathan thought she looked exhausted as she flopped onto the armchair opposite, "Are you OK Jenny? You're working some long hours at the moment." She sighed, crossing her legs as she did so. She was wearing a plain white blouse tucked into smart pinstripe trousers, and she kicked off the high heel courts from her tired feet, "it's just mad up there Nathan. My feet are hurting me the most, it's was stupid to wear these heels all day." She rubbed her feet tenderly, grimacing as she touched the sore areas. Nathan wondered why women put themselves through things like that. He wanted to ask her why she would choose to wear shoes that would hurt her feet. For whose benefit was it? Charlotte would be the same when she got home, seeing as she'd worn her heels on the night out. "There is some lasagne in the fridge," Nathan offered, "do you want me to heat it up for you?" He didn't really understand why he was being nice to her, other than the fact she looked pitiful. "Oh no thanks, I had something at the cafeteria." She had left her feet alone now but her thrown her head back in a dramatic fashion so that her long red hair covered her face, "but a drink wouldn't go amiss. Do you have any vodka?" A drink seemed like a good idea to Nathan as well, "sure, you want some Coke with it." "No neat," she replied, "I got a taste for it neat back at Uni. Thanks." That was too hardcore for Nathan. He liked vodka, but he had to have it with a mixer usually. He considered that it might look a bit pathetic though if she drank it neat and he put Coke in his. So rashly, he left his vodka neat too, and brought the two glasses into the room. She took it from him wordlessly. "I've been looking forward to this," she sighed, taking a first sip, "that's perfect." Nathan nursed his drink, raising it to his mouth but being taken aback by the strong odour of alcohol. How could she enjoy it straight? "I'm sorry that I haven't found time to move out yet," she continued, "but you understand how busy I've been." "I don't mind," he lied, "you haven't been any trouble really." The last bit was actually true, but possibly only because they had hardly seen her. "You two have been great to me, letting me stay here. I hope I haven't been stopping you," she seemed to be searching for the right words, "well, I haven't heard you two having sex since I've been here." Nathan felt himself go red, "Err, well we don't normally do that during the week," he replied, flustered by the abruptness of the comment, "but don't worry, it's not because of you." "That's good," she said, brushing her hair back behind her head, "I wouldn't want you to think that it would bother me. I overheard it plenty back at University. How is the sex with Charlotte?" "Jenny!" He protested, annoyed at her lack of decorum. "Oh you men are so repressed when it comes to sex and talking about it. You don't mind to boast between friends, but you could never talk sensibly to someone about it." That wasn't true in Nathan's case. He wouldn't talk to anyone about sex, apart from Charlotte. Besides, he didn't have anyone to discuss it with even if he tried. "I'm happy for you," Jenny continued, looking a little sadder now, "it must be lovely to have something like that to come home to." She gave out a little sigh and brushed out a crease on her expensive trousers, "it must make the day much easier to bear, knowing that you have loving arms waiting for you at the end of the day." Then something happened that he'd never seen before. Jenny, obviously over emotional, started to cry. She moved her right hand to shield her face but Nathan could tell from the way her chest was moving back and forth. "I'm sorry," Jenny said from being her hand, "I'm being silly." Nathan was overcome with pity for the girl. He wanted to fight it, wanted to feel happy that she was unhappy, but he just didn't have it in him any more, "Come and sit here with me," he patted the spare seat next to him. Jenny looked up through tear stained eyes and gave a small, feminine, little sniff. Then she smiled a little, "you're way too nice to me," she said, moving to sit on the sofa. Nathan felt a warmth from her as soon as she sat down, as well as the faint odour of alcohol and some unidentifiable perfume. She sat meekly, still holding the half drank glass of vodka. Suddenly, despite being around the same height as Nathan, she seemed so small and delicate. For the first time ever, Nathan could only see a normal woman in her mid twenties when he looked at her, not the demon that had almost ruined his life. She was still crying a little, and Nathan inexplicably reached out around her shoulders to give her a hug. He knew he shouldn't. He wanted to be angry with her forever, to never forgive her. He should have been happy to see her suffer. Instead though, he was enjoying the power and strength that he felt over her as he tried to sooth her. "Sorry Nathan, I'm being such a typical woman aren't I? Can't control my emotions." "Don't be silly," he replied, "you're just tired, that's all it is. We all get emotional when we're tired." "No, it's not tiredness. I'm just, well I'm lonely Nathan. I've tried to convince myself that I can be an island, that I don't need company, but I'm not sure it's true." She took another swig of vodka and rested her head on his shoulder. Nathan wasn't sure about the physical contact. On one hand he tried to tell himself not to be silly, that he was merely trying to comfort a crying woman, but he also couldn't totally forget who it was that he was comforting. "I'm trying to keep up with them up on that floor," she continued, muffled slightly now because her mouth was on his shoulder, "but I'm not sure it's really me. It's such a powerful environment, and I'm not sure I've got that in me." Nathan looked at her. Perhaps he had it all wrong about his old "friend'. Perhaps he had to realise that people could change, that we could leave behind the awful things we did as teenagers and become someone else. Perhaps it was he that need to grow up. "I loved you Nathan, you might not be able to believe that but it's true. I was such a bitch to you but you meant so much to me. I wish I could take it all back. I wish I could go back in time and not do those things to you, but I can't." She moved her head away from him, the crying had softened, "I was such a fool. We could have been together forever, but I ruined it and now I'm too late." This was making him a tad uncomfortable, "I'm not sure we should be talking like this Jenny." "Perhaps you're right," she replied, "I'm being such a girl, aren't I? All over emotional and silly. But you know something? I lied to Charlotte the other night when she asked me what type of man I wanted. In truth I really want to find a man who'll sweep me off my feet. I want a man who's big and strong enough to pick me up and throw me onto the bed. I want a man who'll protect me, treat me like his lady. All that domineering stuff in the past isn't in me any more. I want to be like Charlotte and find someone special." Despite his best efforts, Nathan couldn't help but be a touch aroused by the image of Jenny being someone's woman. He had never really thought about her being controlled by a man, about her wanting to be made love to and to be their woman. But she was just a girl after all, and she wanted the same as any normal woman. He pictured her being picked up by a big, strong man, her legs dangling femininely as he pulled her into the air. God, he was getting over-excited. "Sometimes I just want to toss away all of my responsibilities you know? I honestly think I'd be happy being a housewife. I think I'd be good at it too. I'd have his dinner ready when he gets in and do all the washing and cleaning." "I'm not sure that's you Jenny." "Maybe not, but I feel that way sometimes. I've created a persona for myself, that's the problem. I don't want those stuffy old men at work to see a silly little woman when they look at me. I want to be their equal. I want to join in the banter, to be one of the boys. But why should I have to do that? Why does society say it's weak to be a girl?" Nathan wasn't sure. He was too busy picturing her with a man, squealing with delight as he had his wicked way with her soft, feminine body. "Why can't I be with someone like you Nathan?" She moved her hand onto his chest suggestively. He knew he should swat it away, but he could almost feel the testosterone thrashing through his body. "Why should I feel guilty about being a woman? I have all the same urges as other women you know. I dream about a man caressing my body slowly, moving his hand from place to place until it settles down there. It gets me so excited when I think about it." "Jenny, please." "I can't help it Nathan. It's been years and I'm desperate. I need a man." Her hand was moving slowly across his chest now, and she naughtily moved one finger inside his shirt. He had to fight this, for Charlotte. He couldn't do this to her. But it was so hard, oh so hard to resist. She was offering herself to him, and he was attracted to her. That was the bottom line. She moved over and sat on his lap, placing her arms around his shoulders in an ultra feminine way, "let me be your girl tonight," she pleaded, touching his face, "just once, just for old times sake." Then, before he could stop it, she had forced her lips onto his and started kissing him passionately. He tried to control his hands, but they instinctively moved up into her alluring red hair. He opened his eyes mid kiss and took in her face as it loomed large over him. He couldn't resist, he was too weak willed. He wanted her. He slid his hand down onto her breasts. They were smaller than Charlotte's, but held a fascination for him that reached back to those days ten years ago. God how he wanted to fondle her back then, how he wanted to feel her body in his hands. He thought of his old self and he moved his hand inside her blouse and touched her silky bra underneath. "Don't do it!" He screamed internally. He loved Charlotte, not Jenny. Jenny was the bitch who had tried to ruin his life, who had emasculated his confused teenage body. Jenny was the one who had stood over him and treated him like her slave. But God, he couldn't help himself. "Yes Nathan," she said forcefully, "let's go and do this." Still kissing, and with Nathan still fondling her breasts excitedly, they headed into the spare bedroom. 5. Demons It started abruptly. He and Jenny were in a car, heading away from the world. She was driving of course, and he sat meekly in the passenger seat. There was an air of impatience, of trying to get away from someone or something. "We should stop for the night," she ventured, "I'm getting tired." He didn't want to stop. He felt like they needed to keep going, to get as far away as they possibly could. He looked over at her, and was shocked to see that her hair wasn't red any more, but that it was a soft blonde, just like Charlotte's. It made her face seem even more terrifying. She had won the argument naturally, and the next thing he knew they were sharing a hotel room. It was the modern Jenny, not the teenage version, but the menacing atmosphere was there. "Is that it," she had mocked as he undressed in front of her, "God, I know girls with bigger clits than that. No wonder you can't please Charlotte." "Jenny, don't start," he had said in the whining tone that he hadn't heard for ten years. "Seriously, I think you're a girl really," she taunted him, opening her legs to reveal black knickers beneath her pencil skirt, "you should be wearing this skirt and these knickers and I should be in the trousers." "Jenny, don't please." "Shut up. Beg me not to make you wear the skirt." "I beg you Jenny, don't make me wear your skirt." "Again." "I beg you Jenny, don't make me wear your skirt." "Pathetic. Why should I have to wear this thing and you get to wear those trousers? When are you going to realise that you belong in skirts?" "I don't, I'm a man." "Ha! You're nothing but a little sissy. You don't even really deserve to wear a skirt really. Perhaps you should stay naked but we'll tie a cute bow around your little penis and you can sit in the corner." "No Jenny, I don't do that stuff any more. I've got Charlotte now, she loves me." "Only until she finds a real man. You're more like her gal-pal, like two girls sharing a flat. Does she let you borrow her clothes, hey? Perhaps you share dresses and make-up? Oh, I definitely bet you borrow her high heels, nice big tall heels with ankle straps and a bow? Perfect for a sissy like you." "No I don't." "Is it like the old days when you were my little girlfriend? When you used to wear my old skirts and dresses and I'd put ribbons in your hair? And we'd stay at home and have a girl's night together? Do you remember that Nathan?" "Yes! Of course I remember it." "You loved it! You loved being my gal-pal. I bet you love being Charlotte's gal-pal too. Perhaps the three of us can have a girl's night in? It'll be just like old times! We'll paint each others nails and do each others hair and talk about how it feels when a real man slips inside us. " "Don't do this to me." "I love the thought of that, of you being part of our girlie night. How embarrassing is that for a man hey? Being sat with a couple of girls and doing our hair and make-up? You'd be exactly the same as we are then." "I'm sorry Jenny." "Sorry for what? You can't help wanting to be a girlie like us. You want to be soft and delicate like we are. You want to feel lace and silk against your feminine little body don't you? Imagine if we all shared a bed! Three girlie's in our nightwear, soft smooth legs rubbing together as we giggled about boys and what we'd done with them." "I don't want that. I want to be your man. Charlotte's man." "Yeah right. I should be your man more like. I'm what, six inches taller than you and probably stronger too. I could sweep you up into my powerful arms, let your little legs dangle and your skirt ride up until I can see everything. I'd force myself on you, but you'd want it. You want me hovering over you, feeling up your little breasts and moving my cock toward you." "No!" "Yes you do. I'd be running my hands all over, and you'd be giggling like the girlie that you are. I'd make you ask me to fuck you. I'd make you ask me to be my woman. Ask me now." "Ask you what." "Say Jenny, please make me your woman." "No, I won't say it." "Don't get naughty now little Becky." "Don't call me that!" "Do you remember why we called you Becky?" "Yes." "It was because the prettiest, most feminine girl in school was called Becky, wasn't it! She used to wear lots of make up and hitch her skirt up so the boys could get a good look at her didn't she? And I made it so that you were her equal! Every night after school I'd make you up in the same way as she had been that day and get you to wear a short skirt. I'd get you to put on that blonde wig and put a pink hair-band on you. Do you remember how I made you get your ears pierced? How I'd put those sparkly little earrings on you just like Becky used to wear. What could be worse for a boy? You and Becky were like twins, weren't you?" "I hated that name." "I know you did, that was what made it so perfect for you. But tell me, wouldn't Becky want a nice big man to fuck her?" "I don't know." "I'm sure she would. I bet lots of men have since she left school. We could imagine that you're Becky, and that we've run into each other after all these years. I bet you'd be wearing a slutty little dress, boobs hanging out, men sniffing around you all night. Not to mention the ridiculous high heels that you'd have chosen, clip clopping along the floor and making that delightful feminine sound." "I'm not Becky, I'm Nathan." "But we're playing pretend. You can be Becky and I'll be the big strong guy who she wanted back in school and is so happy to run into after all these years. I'd take you and rip off that slutty pink dress that you're wearing and start to grind against your girlie body." "NO!" "Don't fight it Becky. You'll love it as your blonde