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THE BEST WEEK OF MY LIFE By Spanky de Bautumn In our house, it was a well-known secret that my mother kept her change in the top drawer of her dresser. The same drawer she kept her slips, chemises, panties, and all other satin, nylon, or lacy ladies undergarments. During the summer, my brother and I would run to that wondrous drawer when we would hear that familiar song announcing that the Good Humor Man and his truck full of iced creams and concoctions was on the way. Around the time I was starting puberty, I stuck my hand in the money drawer expecting to pull out a few coins and came out with a life changing experience instead. I ran my hand under one of her slips to see what it was hiding and when the nylon touched the top of my forearm it felt like sparks jumped off the material sending electrical shocks throughout my body. Of course this motivated me to visit the magic drawer more often, especially when I was home alone. Naturally, this led to wearing my mother's and sister's clothes and loving it more and more. A family from Tennessee moved in across the street and our two families became close, vacationing, B-B-Queuing, and going on family outings together. I had a sister, two years older and a brother three years younger, at which point the folks decided that was enough. The Mason family also had three kids, Regina (Gina), the same age as my sister, and two younger brothers, two and three years younger than me. Even though the two girls were the same age, it was the only thing they had in common. Gina was hip, Gina was cool, Gina would hang with me and the boys while my sister hung out with the old folks. She was popular with 'A' list at school, she dressed to impress, and of course I had the biggest crush on her. I loved my sister, don't get me wrong, but she was more at home with her church friends rather than the cheerleaders, surfers, and high school sports stars Gina partied with. I loved wearing my sister's clothes but usually felt a bit old fashion when I would see Gina and her friends coming or going. They would wear the clothes that attracted attention instead of the ones that avoided it, like my sister's. I would fantasize about dressing up like and partying with Gina a lot. The summer I had turned fourteen, Gina had to go to summer school in order to graduate the following year. Their family vacation back to Tennessee for her grandparents 50th anniversary fell right in the middle of her school session, so it was decided she would stay with us, at least come for dinner and to report that she had not been abducted or raped and everything was all right once in a while. I loved hanging out with Gina, we always had fun. I was not foolish enough to think that anything more than friendship would ever develop between us. Once she became a junior, our time together had dwindled to maybe a couple of hours during the joint family B-B-Q every month, if she didn't have a date. When I found out she would be spending time at our house, I was on cloud nine. I cleared what little of a calendar I had and started creating fantasy scenarios that always ended with her and I in bed together. I knew my chances of winning the lottery were better than my odds of sleeping with her, but what the heck, isn't that what fantasies were all about. Finally the big day came. Her parents and brothers left Sunday morning and that afternoon she came over a couple of hours before dinner to talk with my parents about how much freedom she was to be allowed. My folks were not naive, they were actually very cool. They allowed us enough freedom to hang ourselves and then pull back the rains so we knew what we were missing. They told her that if she followed their simple rules, she or her parents wouldn't hear a word from them. Since it was Sunday, my sister was at church most of the day and not at hand to put in her buttoned up opinion regarding the matter. I'm not sure if the outcome would have been different but I was glad she wasn't there anyway. All the bedrooms were occupied in our house, so rather than have her move all her stuff to our den and become one more body fighting to get into the bathroom every day, she could stay at her place under two conditions. The first rule, no parties, no problem. The second, she could sleep at her house if I stayed there too. I almost peed my pants, I was so excited. My parents knew that I got along with her much better than my sister. They also knew that if I was around, instead of sis, Gina would be less likely to take off in the middle of the night or have a bunch of her friends over dealing with some young punk. My parents were so smart. Thank you, Mom and Dad, this was better than Christmas. The first few days went by with her and I catching up with what we had been doing for the past year and a half. After my first nights awkwardness, I loosened up and soon we were laughing and joking just like the old days. I was tempted to go through her closet and drawers and try on some of her clothes while she was at school. But realized if she caught me it would spoil everything I had going for me. So I hung around my house until she got home, because I know myself and I would have tried it anyway. Thursday, after diner we were sitting in her living room listening to the radio and sipping on some chilled Mountain Dew. Our conversation turned to dating and she told me she had a date this Saturday night. "What should I tell my parents?" I asked her. "Don't worry," she replied. "I'll be back by ten; you can just hang out here. I told them I was going to movies with a friend and they said be back before eleven and you would tell them if I wasn't. Is that true, would you snitch on me?" I thought for a moment. "Depends on the circumstances," I said with a sly smile on my face. "Well, I think your parents are really cool and I'm not going blow it, for my sake and theirs," she stated as she got up from the sofa. "I've got some homework to finish up, and then I'm going to shower and go to bed. You OK out here, need anything before I go?" "How about a hand job?" Is what I was thinking, but instead I said, "No, nothing, I'm good." I'll have to admit I was a little jealous, even though I knew I had no reason to be. I thought to myself, if she's going to be with someone else Saturday night, then Friday will be our night. FRIDAY I stole about a half of pint of vodka from my dad's bar, after diner I showered, put on some of his English Leather, and hustled over to her house around 7PM. I let myself in and shouted that it was just me. "I'm in my room", she shouted back, "come on in." I had seen Gina in her shorty kimono covering up her scanty nighty, but I wasn't prepared for what I saw entering the room. She was standing in a black lacy bra that barely held her bulging C cups at bay and a matching thong that disappeared in her ass crack. She had her back to me, looking into her full length mirror, holding a short skirt in each hand. I quickly composed myself and my eyes drifted to hers as she turned to face me. "What?" she said, seeing the look on my face. "Haven't you ever seen a girl in her underwear for God sakes?" "None that looked this good." This brought a smile to her face, women of all ages love flattery. "Why thank you, you sweet devil. What's that you have there?" "Since there's no school tomorrow, I stole some vodka from my dad's stash," I answered, holding up plastic container. She tossed the skirts on her bed, grabbed the container out of my hand on her way out the door. She stopped just short of the doorway, turned and said slyly, "And wearing cologne, are you trying to seduce me, young man?" "No, nothing like that, it was just there and I thought I'd try it, do you like it?" "Yeah, smells nice, now what do you want to mix this with? We have orange and cranberry juices." "I don't care; whatever you're having," I said and sat down on her bed, admiring all the clothes that were pilled there. She returned with the drinks and handed me one. I took a sip and said, "Strong, just like I like it." Gina laughed and continued searching her closet. "What are you doing? Cleaning out your closet?" I asked. "Trying to find something to wear tomorrow night," she answered. "Oh," I said and proceeded to enjoy the show, supposedly unaware that she was performing for me. But the wicked way she smiled at me and the animated way she danced around, I'm pretty sure she knew what she was doing. After about a half an hour of watching Gina change clothes and parade around in her bra and panties, I started to feel the effects of the cocktail. Out of nowhere and before I could stop myself, I confessed to her about my cross dressing. As soon as it spilled out of my mouth, I said, "Oh shit," I expected her to laugh and make a big joke of it, or worse, tell her friends. But she gave me a warm smile, sat down beside me, put her arm around my shoulder and said, "That's OK, it's all right, don't be embarrassed. Let me freshen up our drinks and then you can tell me all about it." This gave me a few minutes to compose myself and also chastise myself for being such a blockhead. The only positive thing being that Gina hadn't reacted like I thought she would. I kept my head down, averting her eyes when she came back. She sat my drink on the night stand, went to her dresser, pulled out and lit a cigarette. Taking a drag, she paused for a couple of seconds, exhaled, and took a seat next to me. With her drink and the cigarette in one hand, she placed the other on my thigh, "There's nothing to be ashamed of, it's more common than you think, and I know a couple of guys on the football team that have worn my panties on game day for good luck. But I think it keeps them aroused all day, so at game time there are ready to explode." This got a chuckle out of me, plus I couldn't believe it, guys on the football team wear women's parties. "Really?" I asked looking up into her eyes trying to see if she was playing me. She shook her head yes and offered me the cigarette, I took it instinctively, before realizing I didn't smoke. "Go ahead, take a drag, it will help you relax." I took one but didn't inhale the smoke, blew it out and handed it back to her. I spilled my guts, told her almost everything, one has to have a few choice secrets, it makes one feel special. Every time I paused, she would hand me the cigarette and I would repeat the same procedure. Looking back, I think the cigarette thing was a training exercise or a test to see how accepting I was. When I finished, she asked, "So do you like boys or girls?" I replied, "Girls, really girls." Gina cocked her head and stated, "You know if you're gay, that's OK with me. You never think about boys?" I had gone this far, why not take another step into the breach. I admitted that once in a while, when I was dressed, somehow a guy would get involved in the fantasy and I was never disappointed. We both got a laugh out of this. I stopped laughing when it suddenly hit me, "Does this mean I'm gay?" I blurted out. Gina was about to take a sip from her drink when she started to laugh at my query and spit her drink all over my shirt and pants. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself, you sounded so pathetic," she was still chuckling about the whole thing. "Well does it?" Gina trying to keep from giggling, got out, "No, silly. Don't get down. You're bi-sexual, sweetie. Hell, everyone is bi these days, even me." "You?" I was puzzled. "Sure am, you know Vanessa?" "With the long dark hair and the shorty shorts," I pretended to drool. "She and I get together every now and then for a little girl on girl action," she proclaimed, emphasizing the phrase 'girl on girl action'. "Shut up. No way," I managed to say with visions of them going 69 interfering with my normal thought process. "Way," she said, "you'll see, she's going to speed the night Sunday. I was going to chase you away, but since you've turned out to be a little sissy boy, maybe I'll let you hang around and play the maid. Would you like that?" "Gee, I don't know about all of that, you're not going to tell her about me are you?" She looked me in the eye and said it would all be up to me and Sunday is a long way off. Right now we had other things to worry about. I had no idea what she was talking about, but would soon find out. We sat there for a minute in silence, letting everything that had unfolded sink in. She started giggling and hit me in the head with one of the throw pillows on the bed. I gabbed for the pillow and she pushed me down to the bed. Sitting over me she raised the pillow to hit me again, but stopped. "Know what? You're going to be the little sister I've always wanted." I could not have been more pleased. Even though events lead us down a different road than expected, things were going somewhat better than I had anticipated. The smile on my face felt like it was going to crack my cheeks bones. "Eew, your clothes are all sticky. I'll give you a choice. You can go get something of my brothers to wear or we can pick out something of mine and see just what kind of a girl you'll make," she told me with a wicked look in her eye and a sly smile on her lips. "What do you think?" I answered. Paused for a moment, and then asked which brother's clothes would fit me best? She did a double take, grabbed the pillow, and hit me in the head again. I pretended it knocked me out and slumped to the floor. She reacted quickly, like she was worried that I was hurt, lifted my head gently and said "Matthew's", letting go of my head so that it bounced on the carpeted floor. "Oow! Nice bedside manner, Nurse Hardass! How about one of those sponge baths I hear so much about?" I quipped. "I can stick that sponge up your hard ass and make you like it, sissy boy." After the first time she called me that, I felt a bit self-conscience, but now it felt natural when she said it. I mean, I guess that's what I was, why not accept it. We giggled and I fought off her hands as she pretended to go for my neck. We stopped and she looked at me in what seemed like a new and different way. "Have you ever put on any make up?" She questioned me, looking closely at my face. "Nope," I responded. "Well let's get started...ah..., what are we going to call you, what's your girl name?" "I hadn't thought about it. What do you think?" I asked her. "Oh no, this has got to be your choice." I started thinking of all the girl's names I liked, when I noticed a copy of 'Elle' magazine on the floor by the night stand. "How about Elle?" I said, "Isn't there a model by that name?" "Yeah. Elle, huh. I like it. Elle it is then. OK, Elle let's get going before it gets any later." "Sure, what's the first step?" I asked her. She went to her dresser and pulled out a stretch bra and matching panties. "Go put these on and I'll see if my dad still has that bottle under the sink for a couple of more drinks." I was going to say that I had had enough but she was gone before I could get it out. So I went to the bathroom, stripped off my clothes and put on the bra and panties. I had to cram my hard on between my legs so it wasn't obvious. When I came out, she was sitting at her vanity. She saw my reflection in the mirror and whistled. I just stood there somewhat embarrassed. She got up and having me turn around, gave me the once over. "Not bad, you haven't much hair on your body, that's a plus. And you're shorter than I am and not much in the muscle department. This isn't going to be very hard at all. Now come sit here and let's see what a touch of makeup does." I did as I was told. She handed me a drink saying, "Its Tequila, that's all I could find," I took a sip, it was strong. "That's OK, I'll manage," I replied. "The most important thing you need to learn to be a girl is the art of makeup. You've seen enough movies to know it can change one's looks dramatically. It will take a while to learn, but it gets easier with practice. So watch closely while I do mine and try to remember as much as you can." "OK", I said and watched her every move, trying to record it to memory. I watched her transform from the cute little girl next door into a vixen that would turn heads, attract wolf whistles from construction workers, and maybe cause a few traffic accidents. She was dazzling, I could never look that good, I don't care how much makeup she used. She had me turn sideways to face her and started on mine. She plucked my eye brows, applied some foundation, eye shadow, mascara, blush, and lipstick. When she finished, she stood up and just stared at me. I forced myself to look up into her face. She seemed stunned, standing there with her kissable mouth agape. The worst possible thoughts ran through my mind. I was hideous, butt ugly; this was all a big mistake. I got up and started to run to the bathroom to hide in shame and rid myself of the devil's handiwork that Gina had applied to my face. Before I had a chance to make my break, she grabbed my arm and whispered, somewhat in awe, "Oh, my God, you are so cute. I never realized what pretty green eyes you have. You could be a real heart breaker as a girl. I can't wait until Vanessa sees you, she's going to shit." "Va...Vanessa, I thought it was up to me if we told her or not," I didn't know what she was thinking. "If anybody is going to be sympathetic to your cause, it will be Vanessa. She met a couple of trannies when she was visiting Los Angeles last summer and they stay in touch. She says they are the best of both worlds and wished there were a few hot ones around here. She's going to like you a lot, believe me, and like me, she won't say anything you don't want her to." I shook my head; this was all moving too fast. "You haven't even looked at yourself yet. Take a look in this mirror and see if I'm lying. One would have to be blind or dead not to think that was anything but the reflection of a sweet young girl they would give anything to get in bed." She was right, the booze must be affecting me more than I thought, and I still hadn't seen what I looked like. I hesitated for a second and slowly turned and looked into her lighted vanity mirror. Boom, it hit me, I was dumbstruck. There was a face in the mirror staring back at me but it wasn't me. It was Jackie from the 70's show only better looking, it was Pricilla Hallowell, the Charmed One they never talk about, it was a younger, thinner, Happily Ever After, Nikki Cox; no fuck that, it was me, the real me, beautiful and rare like a tropical bird. My heart started beating faster and the walls started closing in as the air got sucked out of the room. I looked at Gina, she grabbed me and kissed me hard on the lips with a little tongue, the kiss seemed to last for days, my legs started to wobble and I felt like I was going to faint. Gina took me in a bear hug and threw us both on the bed, she laughed and said she was sorry but she saw my eyes roll back in my head and wanted to make sure that I landed on the bed when I fell. "Are you all right? Want a glass of water?" She inquired. "Wow. I think I just saw my future and I liked it," I slurred, really feeling the effects of the alcohol. The room was dark except for the lighted makeup mirror on her vanity. We lay there for a few minutes in silence. I closed my eyes and melted into the scent of her perfume. This night was going to change my life, my world. I didn't completely realize it at the time, but somewhere deep inside, I felt it, I knew it. There was a brave new world out there and it was waiting, just for me. "Gina," I whispered, "do you really think I'm cute?" "Damn girl, are you kidding me? You could be home coming queen with a little spit and polish," she answered in a husky deep voice trying to sound like her dad giving some fatherly advice he probably laid on her when she was going through an awkward stage. This broke the spell and we laughed hysterically until I had tears rolling down my face. Gina rolled out of bed, went to the dresser, and pulled out the cutest pink baby doll nighty I had ever seen. She turned and asked if I would like to wear it tonight. I told I would and she tossed it along with the matching panties to me. "I haven't worn this in a couple of years, when my boobs grew it got to be too tight. It was so cute, I couldn't throw it out. It's yours if you want it. My gift to you on this, the first day of your new life," she told me. "I love it," I said, grabbing it up and hustling to the bathroom to change. It fit like a dream. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and still found it hard to believe that I was that hot chick staring back at me. My little dick got hard instantly. When I came out of the bathroom, I could see that she had changed into a black teddy that didn't hide much and was almost see through even in the rooms dim light. She stretched out on her stomach, supporting her head with her fingers, and watched me like a hawk as I pranced over to the bed and sat down beside her. She rolled over on her side and kept her eyes glued on her new creation. "Know what, Gina?" I said looking down into her smiling eyes. "What?" "This has been the greatest day of my life and I have you to thank for it. I love you," I was almost purring. "And I love you too, baby girl. Remember you're going to be my little sister from now on," Then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. The intimacy of the situation and the closeness of our nylon covered bodies suddenly woke up my little soldier and he was standing at attention, oozing precum and making my pink panties wet. She let her hand drop into my lap and it landed right on my stiff member. She just let it stay there like nothing was happening. I felt her other hand reach up under my nighty and squeeze one of my nipples, then she did the other one and inched her way down to the top of my panties. "Looks like somebody is having a good time, look how wet your panties are," she giggled. "I can't help it; I'm really turned on by all this," I replied somewhat embarrassed. "Elle, are you still a virgin?" Gina asked, slowly massaging my stiff member. "Unfortunately" I answered. "How far have you got with a girl? 2nd base? 3rd base?" She came back. "How far have we got tonight?" Was my reply. "Really" "Yeah" "By the time I was your age, I had sucked and fucked half the volleyball team, including the coach, old man Simmons," she bragged. "I've heard the rumors, you really did it? That's so cool, but it's easier for girls," I stated. "Is that why you want to be a girl, because sex is easier to get?" "No, it just feels right. Like a piece of my puzzle has been missing, so I could never be complete. This feels like I've found the piece and now it can be finished and you can see the entire picture. Now I see the clear picture, my future is clear. Scary, but clear. Does that make any sense?" I quizzed her. "Yes, it does, but you don't have to be scared, I got your back and before this week is over I think you are going to have a few more fans in your corner," she said, smiling brightly. "You're just too fucking cool," I joked. "I must have done something right to be blessed with a friend like you." "Let's see how blessed you are," Gina smirked and leaned over to kiss my cheek, my lips, and the nape of my neck. She alternated between licking and gently blowing her warm breath on the wet spot, working her way from one side of my head to the other where she softly nibbled on my ear lobe. "Does this make you feel blessed?" She whispered in my ear. "I feel like I fell down the rabbit hole and landed in Paradise," I whispered back. "That's deep," she said filling my ear with her hot breathe. "Ok, then how about like a sailor visiting a massage parlor while on leave....in Bangkok," I chuckled. She bit my ear lobe a little harder and pinched my nipple. "Fuck you, bitch!" She cooed and tried to pull away from me. I pulled her back to me and kissed her on the mouth as our tongues played tag. I wasn't sure what to do next as this was all new ground to me. I think she picked up on my confusion because she guided one of my hands to the firm nipple on her boob. She used my fingers like chop sticks, making them pinch and pull on her rosy bud. It only took me a minute to figure out her message and I used my other hand on the other nipple to show her I was a quick learner. So she took me to the next step by lowering her head and used her lips, tongue and teeth to stimulate my budding breasts. She licked two fingers and using her spit like a lube, she teased one nipple while her talented mouth worked on the other, licking, sucking, and lightly biting my nipples which were rock hard by now. She paused for a moment and then looked up at me with mischief in her eyes. She lowered her head to my small tits again and started sucking for all she was worth. A pain started to come out of the spot she was working on. Finally she broke the hold and looked at her handy work with a smile. "I just gave you a hickey, now you are branded; now you belong to me." "I could think of worse things," I told her as I floated on a cloud of ecstasy. She did the same to my other tit too, placing it so that it looked like I had two areolas side by side. I was laid back, eyes closed, enjoying the sensations running through my body. Suddenly, everything stopped. I drifted back down to earth. When I opened my eyes, I was startled to see her face just inches away from mine, staring intently into my eyes. "That was..., that was... I can't even begin to tell you how good I'm feeling," A big smile tattooed on my face. She didn't move, she didn't blink and she just kept staring into my eyes. I thought she would be flattered by my compliments, but she didn't respond to them at all. The look on my face turned from bliss to worry as I began to think I had done something wrong. I started to say something but she held up a finger to my lips indicating that I should not say anything. "Rule number one," she stated emphatically, "sex is not a one way street. Unless you're paying for a hooker, you have got to remember that there is another person involved that is expecting equal treatment and attention. I am not upset about anything that has happened and I realize you basically have no experience, but I stopped to make sure that this would be the one thing you learned tonight. Nobody likes a selfish lover, got it?" "You have my complete attention," I replied. "Most guy's, when they get excited and all the blood flows into making their penis hard, they have a tendency to forget about their partner's needs. They become totally caught up in getting their rocks off and leave the girl hanging. Believe me, we girls talk and when a selfish lover surfaces, he is quickly and quietly shunned by any girl who knows what she's looking for." "I shall make that my primary purpose from now on. It will be my Mantra, I promise," I swore, hoping that we would get back to where we left off real soon. "OK, pop quiz," she giggled, "let's see how much you remember so far," she pulled her teddy down, exposing her perfect breasts. Then she rose up on her knees which left her perfect tear drop shaped titties sitting right in front of my face. I sat there for a moment admiring the view. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She squawked, breaking the trance her boobs had me in. I did my best to mimic the wondrous things that she had done to me. Every once in a while she would whisper a bit of instruction and sometimes a sigh of pleasure when I did it right. If I had lost any of my lustful desire from a few minutes ago, I found it the second my mouth made contact with her golden globes. Gina slipped her hand down to her pussy and began messaging her hairless cunt while I gave her beautiful boobs my full attention. Seconds later I took a peek and saw that she had inserted two fingers up to the knuckle and was vigorously snaking them in and out of her slit. In the dim light her fingers were so wet they glistened and her moans and sighs were getting louder and more often. She pulled her fingers out of her love canal, brought them to her lips, made sure I was watching, and licked them clean. This was the first time I had witnessed such wanton lust and I almost shot my load right then. It was so sexy, erotic, and nasty. She bent down and kissed me, pushing her tongue between my lips and I could taste the sweetness of her juices. It tasted great, if there ever was Ambrosia, nectar of the God's, it surely must have tasted like this. She returned my head to her nipples and her fingers to her pussy. A few minutes later, she grabbed the hair on the back of my head, yanked it back, and stuck her freshly coated fingers into my mouth. I eagerly licked them clean for her and she purred her satisfaction. "You are doing so good; if I didn't know you so well, I would swear you were fibbing about your lack of experience." She was breathing hard and fast, "Now,"" she managed, "I can't show you how to eat pussy, because you don't have one," she paused for a minute, took a sip of her drink, as her breathing returned to normal. "You know what it tastes like." I nodded yes, vigorously. "You like it? She asked. I vigorously nodded yes. "Do you want to lick mine?" I nodded vigorously, yes. She laughed at my silliness. "Start with my boobs and slowly work your way down to my pussy, just like you've been doing. Go slow, it builds up the anticipation and heightens the sexual tension. When you get there don't jump in right away, kiss my thighs, pubic area, and do to my lips the same things you were doing to my nipples. But remember that they are more sensitive, so you have to back off a little. An over-anxious bite has gotten more than one guy kicked out of my bed. When you're ready to make the plunge, use your fingers to part the lips like this," Spreading her lips like she had instructed. "Look for the clit, right here, see it?" "This little thing here?" I asked, taking hold of it with two fingers. "Yes, oh yes," her body jerked when I gave it a slight squeeze. I repeated my action, expecting the same result. Only this time she slammed her legs shut. "Hold on, let me finish telling you what to do." "Sorry", I apologized, "I just got carried away." "There's just one more thing. Right behind the clit is a place called the 'G-spot', it's different on all women, so you need to search around with your tongue and fingers until you find it and you will know when you do, because she will probably jump right out of her skin and throw her head back like she's possessed." I giggled at the illusion I had formed in my head. "What?" she inquired. "Nothing" I told her. "Then get started you little sissy. This bitch needs to get off, soon." "Yes ma'am," I replied. Again she grabbed the hair on the back of my head, gave a tug, and said, "It's Mistress, if you please." "Yes Mistress," I mimicked and felt good saying it. I felt like I had just made it past the first hurdle on this sexual odyssey. I did everything like she had instructed and her compliments between the moans told me that I was doing it right. Once I found her 'G-spot' and started working it with my tongue, her juices started to flow heavy. Soon she was grabbing ears and pressing my head into her pelvis very hard. Her breathing got faster, her love canal was sloppy wet and spilling onto my face. I felt like I had just eaten a big piece of watermelon. Gina started to caress her breasts, squeezing them like she was kneading bread. All he time shouting out things like: "Oh, yes, yes, Elle. You're a quick study; that feels so good. Oh yeah." "That's it baby, right there, that's the spot. YES. OH GOD!" "Lick my pussy like the sissy you are. That's a good girl." And finally, "Oh, yeah, don't stop, don't stop, I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING! Oh yes, that feels so good. Ohhhhhh yeeeaaahh," her body jerked a couple of times and she slammed her pussy into my mouth and humped it like a dog in heat. She finally slumped back into the bed and her breathing slowed down to a familiar rhythm, her body quivering and occasionally jerking. I pulled my head away and replaced it with two of her fingers. She calmed down and whispered, "That was awesome. You are going to make a good little sissy slut. I might have to keep you for myself." I was beaming with self-satisfaction for the job I had done and confused by the feeling of power I got from reducing this street wise sex queen into a quivering mass of jelly lying on the bed in front of me. She opened her eyes, saw the look on my face, gave me that smile, pulled her fingers from her snatch, and offered them up to me like dessert. I leaned in to lick them clean and she moved them to her mouth. I followed them and when my lips touched hers, she opened up her mouth and we both licked the juices from her fingers. Our tongues wrestled for the last bit of her sweet emission, playing tag and hide and go seek when we had finished. This developed into the most fantastic French kissing that I have ever experienced. Our tongues were like hummingbirds, kissing eyes, nose, cheeks, and shoulders; nothing was left out as we rewarded each spot with a bevy of affection. The intensity wore down and we collapsed into each other's arms with a loud, resounding sigh. This must be heaven. If I had known that sex was like this and not the wicked, nasty event the adults portrayed it to be I would have started as soon as I could get a boner. Speaking of boners, I had a raging one and it was the only thing that hadn't been addressed tonight. I released it from its nylon prison cell and starting rubbing and messaging it lightly trying not to disturb the afterglow we were bathed in. Her breathing had slowed to a nice tempo and I thought she was sleeping; she stirred a bit, reached out and pulled an old wooden pipe from the nightstand. She turned to me, smiled, and said, "Like I told you, it's not over until we're both satisfied. I hope you didn't think I was going to leave you hanging," she laughed and held the pipe out for me to see. "I wasn't even thinking about it. It never crossed my mind. I figured you were just recuperating; you got pretty wild there for a few minutes. What's this, you smoking a pipe now?" "No silly, it's pot, marijuana. Haven't you ever got high?" Gina asked as she reached for her lighter. "Oh sure, me and the boys blaze away all the time," I quipped, trying to be cool. "Seriously, you've never smoked it?" "Nope, but it looks like this is going to be a night of all kinds of firsts," We both laughed, I love her laugh, natural, not forced at all. The effects of the alcohol were starting to fade, but with all that was going on, I was wide awake. "Are you going to write about this in your diary?" She giggled. "I don't have one," I replied, somewhat resentful she would think so. "You should, even if it's only for nights like this. The next couple of years are going to be the best times of your life. You'll be experiencing all kinds of new things and by keeping a journal you'll be able to relive them anytime. I keep one, its right here," she held up one of those 'composition books' that looked well used. "I'll think about it," I told her, adding, "Can I read yours?" "I'll think about it," Gina mimicked me. She lit the pipe and took a huge hit, held it for about ten seconds and exhaled a big cloud of smoke. She held the pipe up and said, "It takes a bit of practice because you have to inhale all the smoke and hold it in. You took a few hits off my cigarette, but you didn't inhale. So I know you are going to cough, everybody does at first, don't worry about it. Just take small hits, like this, hold the smoke in as long as you can before exhaling," she demonstrated a couple of times then handed me the pipe. "I don't know if I should," I said to her, looking at the smoldering pipe in her hand. "It's your call, but you know I wouldn't give you anything that would hurt you, right?" she prodded me. "I know." "Well?" She asked, holding up the pipe one more time. She saw that I was still hesitant. "Ok," she added, "I'll do it for you." I looked at her, confused. "Watch and learn." She took a small hit and motioned me to come closer. I did as told and she moved in and kissed me, using her tongue to make sure my mouth was open. Then Gina proceeded to blow the smoke into me. I was forced to inhale and felt the harsh smoke billow into my lungs. She pulled back and held her finger up to my lips until I started turning blue. She pulled her finger away and I exhaled what was left and didn't even feel a tickle of a cough. I gave her a wink and smiled like I had performed some great feat. After repeating the process three or four more times, She put the pipe away and took a close look at my eyes. "Well, how do you feel, any different?" She asked me. "No, I don't feel anything. Maybe I didn't smoke enough," I replied. "That was enough; it usually takes longer to come on at first. In a few minutes you'll be flying, I know I am. In the meantime let's see what we can do about this bulge in your panties," she said, that wicked smile returning to her face, at the same time snaking her hand down and wrapping her fingers around my rock hard cock. "Now we're getting somewhere," I thought to myself. For some reason it seemed like it was the funniest remark ever made by man, well, made by me anyway. Gina was giving my swollen cock her full attention, stroking it fast, slow, just barely touching and then squeezing the little helmet on its head. I knew this wasn't the time and tried to hold back, but I couldn't help myself and burst out laughing. Gina stopped what she was doing and pushed me back on the bed. I tried to get "I'm sorry" out between the laughter without much success. "Sweet little Elle is stoned." She was pleased with herself; I could hear it in her voice and her laugh. "Wow, I guess I am stoned," I told myself; not realizing it because it was my first time. Then I became extremely aware of the total ambiance of the scene that was playing out in her bed this glorious Friday night. Most of all I was aware of the frilly pink nightie I was half dressed in. The nylon and lace playing on my senses like a concert violinist. It was almost too much for me to deal with. With the smile still plastered on my face, I confirmed her observation. "I think you're right. Everything seems magnified and beautiful and... and I don't know what, but I like it." "Then you are really going to like this," Gina said, much more animated than before. I wondered if that's how the pot affected her or was it how I saw things when stoned. But that thought was quickly moved to the bottom of the list because Gina had again grabbed my dick only this time she was smothering it with kisses and licking it like an animal from bottom to tip. I rose up, leaning back on my elbows, to see what this sweetheart of a girl was doing that felt so fantastic. She looked up from what she was doing with a look that no words could describe. While holding my gaze, Gina took the entire length of my little cock down her throat, stayed there until she had to breathe, then withdrew it from her mouth leaving a long string of spit stretching from her mouth to my cock that glistened in the dim light. All I could say was, "Damn..." Still locked eye to eye, a big old shit eating grin grew out of her lustful glare and she proceeded to spit and dive head first on to my throbbing member. The sensations I was feeling were unbelievable. I watched my dick slide in and out of Gina's slurping mouth while her head bobbed up and down like an oil derrick. The warmth of her mouth radiated into my dick and from there into the rest of my body. It was fantastic, wonderful, like nothing I had ever experienced, definitely better than masturbating. It didn't take long for my climax to build up. I reached down, took her head in my hands, and moaned, "I'm going to cum, now," But she pulled away from my grip and went right back to sucking my lolli-about-to-pop. I exploded like a levee break. Heightened by the marijuana, the rush was so intense I almost passed out. Gina's mouth never left my cock until well after it quit jerking and spitting. I was on my back, spent, and drained like a swimming pool in winter. My body felt like it was made of Jello. This has been the greatest night of my life. Gina crawled up my body and worked her head in to kiss me. I opened my mouth and proceeded to receive a big gob of my own cum. I started to pull back but she held my head in place and wouldn't take her mouth off mine until we had mixed it with our spit and swallowed it all. At which point she said, "If you're going to be a girl, you'll have to get used to the taste of cum in your mouth." "It wasn't so bad, kind of tingles," I responded. "Good, I'm glad you're okay with it." She smiled that smile that makes you think there's something else going on. "Why?" I asked. "Because...you'll just have to wait and see cutie," Pinching my cheek as she said it. The booze, the grass, the sex, the ups and downs, and the highs and lows of the night had caught up with toze, the grass, the sex, the ups and downs, the highs and lows of the night had caugh up to me me. I laid there completely exhausted and Gina lay next to me. "This has been quite a night for you, huh?" she stated. "Oh, God yes. I'm still not sure this has been real, it feels like a dream," I told her. "That's the pot," she answered back. Gina got up, turned off the light on her vanity mirror, and climbed back in bed. "So Elle, do you want to be my little sister and see where it leads? Let me warn you that it will be more nights like tonight, probably including other people." "It sounds great, but let me sleep on it, okay?" I told her envisioning all kinds of sexual possibilities. "Gina,", I said, "there is no way I can express how grateful I am for all that you've done for me this past week and tonight. God, I can't even think of a word that describes how great tonight was. I love you." "And I love you, little sister. And this is just the beginning; we've got a whole week ahead of us, so let's get some beauty sleep, okay?" ""Okay," I said and curled up next to her. I lay there in the dark, listening to the rhythm of her breathing, smelling her hair, and fell asleep almost immediately. END PART 1