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This story has been kicking around in my subconscious for years but it
has taken a long time to get it on to paper. I will warn readers now
that the story takes some darker paths latter on and hopefully some
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Pathways
Part 4
By Roxana Riley
Part 4
Waking up in the morning in a tangled puppy pile of silk, arms, earrings,
thighs, satin and skin was blissful. That feeling of warm nothingness
that greets you before your brain clicks in and adds the conflicts of
life. To be loved and held as your fingers trace along the soft skin of
someone you just had sex with. It all felt good.
Then of course my brain kicked in and anxiety started up.
What had I done? What would my parents think? What would my friends
think? Was I really wearing a white silk teddy with a keyhole cutout and
white silk thigh highs? Whose arm was wrapped around my waist? Whose
lips were on my thighs? My eyes flashed around until they looked right
into Monique's and I could feel her calming stare. "It's ok," they said
to me. "You are fine, just relax and let yourself enjoy."
With a large stretch and a husky growl, Veronica slide out of bed and
wrapped herself in a silk robe hanging from the bedpost. She gave barely
a grunt before she stumbled off to the bathroom and I could hear the
shower start up. Much perkier Monique slide up to wrap me in her arms
and enjoy the last of the early morning warmth. "Ignore her. She's the
biggest grump before she's had her shower."
"Should I make breakfast?" I replied.
"That would be divine," she purred as she rolled back over in the sheets
"I know you like to cook and Veronica will be in a nicer mood once we
feed her," Monique giggled.
Looking around for something to change into, Monique threw a silk
Peignoir from somewhere that I draped it over my shoulders and slipped
into a pair of mules that sat near the doorway. I drifted into the
kitchen and started omelets and toast. I always loved to cook and it
kept me in a gentle dream, just preoccupied enough not to think about
what I had done the night before and where my life was going. Soon a pot
of coffee was brewing and the smells drifted in to move Monique out of
bed just as Veronica stumbled in from the shower. Veronica wrapped her
arms around me as I served three portions and announced "oh I am never
letting you go, those devastating eyes, that talented tongue and you cook
too." Monique smiled and the two of them quickly sat down as I served
out the rest of breakfast.
The morning was so weird in its normalcy. Other than being referred to
in the female verb tense we talked about the latest gossip, the weather
and chores for the day. Veronica bemoaned her job. She was a part time
bartender who worked at a "gentleman's club." She hated the atmosphere
but it paid well and a friend had gotten her the job as a favor.
Although she tolerated the clients she talked with warmth about some of
her co-workers. Her true passion was as a DJ and music producer but gigs
were few and far in-between for someone starting in the business. She
played a few tracks she had reworked and it was clear she had a passion
and skill that would take off if given the right chance. Monique
surprised us and announced that she had applied for an internship at
school. It was a long shot to get as she would only be a sophomore but
it would be with one of the leading professor's in woman's study and
Psychology. If she got the position she would have to return to campus
in August to setup some programs for the incoming school year. Veronica
teased me and asked if I was going to go into the restaurant business as
it was clear I loved to cook. She promised me that I could always be a
waitress for extra tips if I wanted some experience.
After we cleaned up I went to the back room to shower and change back
into my boy clothes. I could hear Veronica and Monique talk but the
shower was too loud to hear anything other than raised voices. It was a
great night but I was unsure if how it would play out. If Monique went
back to school early my summer would end quickly. I was stuck at home
for one more year and needed to put some "direction in my sails" as my
guidance councilor told me. Maybe culinary school would be an idea.
When I came back to the front room Monique was getting ready to go. It
was clear she was flustered but kept her own council. Veronica ignored
me again as we picked up our clothes and packed our belongings.
Understanding a bit better, I tried to not let it bother me but it still
hurt a bit as we had all seemed so close just 20 minutes before.
Monique shouted out, "I will meet you out in the car Riley," as she
walked out the door, leaving me along with Veronica. For a first
Veronica stood in my way as I approached the door and looked me right in
the eyes. It was the first time she acknowledged me dressed as a man.
She looked very serious for a long minute and then in a very soft voice
spoke. "I had a lot of fun last night Riley, did you?" I nodded yes
before she continued. "Good, but I don't ever want to see you again.
This is the last time you will be welcome in my house." She reached up
and kissed me tenderly. My mind flashed back to ardor of last night as I
was confused with her mixed messages.
"If you want to come back then you need to be Roxana next time. No
halfway measures," she explained. "Monique is worried about you. She
thinks that you are too young or too inexperienced. She cares for you
like a little brother, or 'with a smile' a little sister. She told me to
back off. I know what I want though and I want you. Think about it and
I will be here if you want that as well." Pressing two small pill
bottles in my hand she said "If you want to come back, take two of the
yellow pills and one of the blue pills every day. Ask Monique for
lessons, she will know what to do, and if you ask she will know that you
want this as much as I do. If this is not the direction in your life, I
will miss you and more I will miss what you could be." Kissing me softly
she stroked the side of my face, turned me around and pushed me out of
her house. As I stumbled down the steps in a daze she called out one
last time. "Don't tell Monique about the pills," and slammed the door.
The drive home was very quiet again. This was getting to be a pattern
with visits to Veronica. Monique could tell I was thinking and didn't
want to affect my feelings. The whole thing seemed unreal. I mean this
was just some playing around right? Veronica was amazing but did I want
really want to take some unknown pills? I couldn't stand the silence
anymore.
"What kind of lessons?" I asked.
"What?"
"Veronica said to ask you for lessons. What kind of lessons was she
talking about?"
With a big sigh Monique looked over at me. "She wants me to give you
lessons on how to be a girl. Dressing, makeup, posture, the whole bit.
She is convinced that you are lost as a boy and that I would be doing you
some favor by bringing out the 'real' you."
"She said never to come back as Riley. I mean I thought we all had fun
last night and then to throw me out like that"
"I think she did have a lot of fun but you scare her as much as she
scares you. She has lots of opinions about men and you have turned most
of them upside down. But she does have a point. You seem almost natural
as a woman."
"Yeah but this is just play right? I mean in a few months you will head
back to college and I will finish my senior year."
"That's one way this could end."
"What do you mean?"
"Admit it Riley, you love this. I can see it in your face every time we
play. I messed around a bit with the domination thing at college and I
never met someone so quick to follow. I also knew you had panties on
every time you came over."
I blushed at the last statement realizing she had noticed. "So I should
agree?"
"Oh no, it's not that easy mister. I love dominating you but I am not
making this decision. Gender study was part of my class work and there
is no way I am pushing you one way or the other. You need to figure that
out for yourself. I loved dressing you up and yes it set off some of my
own kinks. But you are also a friend and I will not push you into this.
If you were one of those Neanderthals on our block maybe, but you deserve
better."
She was right. I had discovered a real submissive streak in myself and I
kept thinking how easy it would be to have her decide. I just wasn't
ready to think about all the consequences though. I kind of knew that I
would be dressing on and off for a while. The thrill was too much. But
the pills, that's what had me scared.
The rest of the drive went on in silence. It was a lot to consider as we
crossed back to our side of town.
When we slowed down to turn into her drive way I figured I would go
halfway. "Will you give me lessons?" I whispered. I didn't have to take
the pills. I only had to do that if I wanted to go back and party more
with Veronica. But the lessons would be easy. Nothing permanent,
nothing I couldn't change my mind about.
Monique looked over at me with a thoughtful face, her eyes looking first
at my face and then down my body. I held still not sure if I wanted her
to accept or not. Some part of me was hoping she didn't hear. She held
my chin in her hands, staring down her nose at me and announced. "You
will be at my house at 8:30 Roxana, I want you shaved, moisturized and
cleansed inside and out. Go buy an enema kit and some lotion today.
When you arrive you will cook me breakfast, and serve it to me in a bra
and panty set you bought yourself. Am I clear?"
"Yes," I mumbled.
"AM I CLEAR?"
"Yes Monique." I ran out of the car after that and hid in my bedroom for
the rest of the morning. Freaking out about what I had just agreed to.
The next day found me properly prepared and all set to go. The previous
afternoon had been one part humiliation and one part adrenalin rush as I
shopped for my first lingerie. I had used the "it's for my girlfriend"
line but I am not sure how much anyone believed that. My parents had
fortunately been gone at the crack of dawn to work on their mega project,
leaving me plenty of time to prepare. At 8:25 I was standing at my door
looking at 2 yellow pills and one blue one. I knew I didn't need to take
them but what if I did? What if it would make things easier? With a
sense of trepidation and acceptance I downed them quickly and then ran
over to Monique's to start my day.
The next two weeks fell into a quick pattern. 6:00 hear my parents run
out the door. 6:30 shower, shave and skin care. 7:30 dress for the day
with a new set of panties and bra, I was up to 6 sets now. 8:00 light
make up. 8:25 agonize over if I should take the next set of pills before
popping them in my mouth and at 8:30 run next door and start breakfast.
Monique would then eat, and as I cleaned up, she would set the day's
schedule. Although I never saw her smile again I could tell she was
happy. I was a project to her and she liked nothing more than to do a
good challenge. She drilled me every morning in makeup, fashion and
movement. Every afternoon was filled with different tasks. Go to the
store to buy new makeup. Over to the bookstore to purchase the latest
Cosmo or Elle with pop quizzes the next day on content. Shopping
excursions to the mall where she would drill me endlessly on what matched
with what, evaluating styles of the fellow shoppers and most embarrassing
of all, my honest views on the looks of both female and male customers.
"Monique I don't like guys!" I whined.
"I don't care Roxana, in order to think like a girl you need to be able
to see the world as a girl does. Even those who only like to sleep with
other woman can still appreciate a nice body. Plus it will help you
pass."
The end of the day was the best and the worst, sex ed. She started me
out easy, kissing and caressing. I had to relearn everything I knew as a
boy and try to see it the female way. She made me practice over and over
on making out, heavy petting and "first base." By the end of the week I
was back between her thighs but this time fully made up with my lipstick
coolly sliding along her clit. I spent a whole tiring day learning the
right way to play with her nipples so I didn't treat them in her words
"like chewing gum."
As the sky grew dark I would clean up, dress back into my boring normal
clothes and be ready to greet my parents at the home when they arrived.
Monique felt it critical that they didn't think anything was amiss. If
anything they were always complimenting me on how I was turning into a
nice young man, clean, responsible and trustworthy. If only they knew.
After two weeks the pills were starting to take affect too. The night
before, after saying good night to my parents I went to my room and
balled for 45 minutes over an ad for kitten chow I had seen in on TV.
Two nights before that I had stayed up late thinking about what the
latest colors would be out of Paris next year. Did blue go with my eyes
or would I have to accessorize. Scariest of all was the dream I had of
being asked out on a date by the blond guy who worked at foot locker. He
was about 6' and 190 lb and he had been wearing a tee shirt that was too
tight across his pecks. He had smiled at me in the mall and I hide
behind Monique but tonight as I slept I could not think of anything else.
The good news was that my skin was softening a little and shaving was
getting easier. The bad, was I was scared of what was next.
My parents were planning a weekend alone. They told me Thursday morning
that they were leaving the next day for a conference and I would be on my
own until Monday. When I relied the message to Monique a devilish grin
appeared on her face and I was ordered to be at my house late Friday and
be prepared for her to spend the night.
Monique showed up around 7:00 pm dressed in an Ingrid Berman trench coat,
complete with a stylish hat, straight out of Casablanca. Her makeup was
dark and bold like a 40's movie star and she looked down her nose at me
from the top of a pair of 6" stiletto heels. I ushered her inside and
made a quick martini as she sat back in our big leather love seat. I
served her the drink and she unbuttoned the bottom of her coat and forced
me to my knees with one heel. The other beautiful thigh she pulled up
and rested on the arm of the chair opening her coat and pussy lips to my
view. Although I could only see her below the waist Monique was dressed
in a black silk corset with 6 garter straps holding up her seamed thigh
high stockings and nothing else.
My head was guided in between her thighs and I got to work. I slid my
tongue up her left thigh as I slowly moved closer in. She had taught me
patience and I wanted to make this last. I would kiss and then lick a
little inching my way up. Her fingers running through my lengthening
hair as she petted her approval. Kissing then licking I finally reached
my destination and switched tactics. Quickly my tongue flicked out as I
tasted the small beads of her juices resting along her folds. I gave a
series of fast sharp licks moving around and around, down a fold, over a
ridge, never in one spot twice. As she started to squirm, I wrapped my
tongue over her clit and gave it a quick hard pull which elicited a loud
slow moan before moving back to my kisses. Up and down as her hands
pressed into the back of my head with more and more force as her moans
grew frenzied.
As her cunt swelled I brought my fingers up to the party, sliding them
within her pussy and hooking parts to taste. I slowed my licks down and
moved all over her slit. Sliding it up and over her hood, down the left
fold and up the right. Blowing over her clit as my hard smooth teeth
slid across its enflamed skin. Before she could take any more she leaned
back and poured a splash of her drink over her cleft and down into her
waiting pussy. My tongue quickly lapped it up and plunged deep inside
her to find every nook it had flowed into. Its taste quickly mixing with
hers as I was drunk on the pleasure I brought. Monique threw her head
back and began to pant as I went in to finish her off. Sucking and
licking until she screamed out my name. Her whole body shaking and
writhing with the orgasm that flowed out.
As I cleaned up every last bit of her juice she looked down her body
"Into the bed Roxana. I want you face down and striped of everything but
your panties, stockings, bra and heels." I quickly jumped to obey and
ran to the bedroom. I was out of my dress in a minute and laying face
down on the large queen size bed as quick as can be. I more felt her
come into the room than heard her as my whole body tingled with
anticipation.
"Close your eyes and don't open them," she instructed me. I felt a long
silk scarf wrap around my eyes, tied off quick but it limited my vision
to hazy shadows. Her strong hands grabbed one arm and then the next,
tying each to a bedpost. Within seconds I was trussed to the bed, spread
eagle with my face down and a pillow shoved under my body. I felt her
climb up between my legs and start to run her nails down the back of my
thighs. The sensation was soft but firm. She moved her body closer and
closer to my hips, forcing out my legs with each knee. When I felt her
knees press up against my thighs her fingers started to spread a cool
sensation over my rosebud and push some down into my ass. I began to
fear just a bit as we had never talked about what she was going to do.
Before I had a chance to comment, she slid the tip of a hard rubber
strapon over my crack and I could feel it press against me. Grabbing my
hips she slipped the tip in, working in deeper, and deeper with small
pushes.
I never felt so out of control before in my life. Tied up there was
nothing I could do to stop her but nothing I wanted to do either.
Monique started to pick up a rhythm as she moved back and forth, back and
forth. Her drives pushing me down into the bed, a slow burning started
mixed with a building pressure inside of me. I tried to pull away but
she would not let me as she pushed harder and harder. My hips betraying
me as they slowed their fight and I felt my ass relax. The feeling
started to build deep inside. Each push adding to it like a dam filling
up, filling me up. Her soft voice a whisper as she coached me on.
"That's it Roxy take it. You know it feels so good inside of you. Just
a little deeper, deeper. Mmm. Moan for me baby. Tell me you love this."
I could not help myself as a moan escaped my lips. All I could feel is
the hard rubber cock pressing inside of me, filling me up like nothing
before. "That's it baby let go. Ride with the feelings. Oh yeah your
ass is making me so hot." I was starting to push back harder and harder,
wanting more and more inside of me. Unable to control myself anymore as
I could hear her slap against my ass with every thrust.
Her coat was long gone as her hands began to run up and down my body.
Over my nipples and along the side of my chest. One hand pressed firmly
on my ass as the other pulled me closer. I could feel the corset press
into my back as her nipples gliding along my skin. I was in sensory
overload as a deep filling sensation started down in my body. My moan
grew louder and louder as I lost myself to sensations I loved. Monique
drove me harder and harder, slamming into me and I screamed in a
shattering orgasm and collapsed back on the bed.
The two of us fell asleep. I was tied to the bed at all 4 corners with
Monique's strap on still buried in my ass. She wrapped her arms around
me and rested her head on my back. A few hours later Monique cleaned me
up and we climbed back into a proper spoon for the night. Just before we
drifted off her soft voice whispered, "I think you are ready to go back
to Veronica," and we fell asleep.
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