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Ch 5
On Thursday, Dan, my editor, called me over to his desk.
"I need you to go to Binghamton for some photos from a perp walk. A former
resident was arrested for murder. Since football is winding down, I thought
you wouldn't mind having Friday off and making a run up there for some
photos. Quick easy job."
Normally, I would have been all over it in a heartbeat. There would have
been less hours and less work and I would have been on the road for awhile.
I love being on the road, but Jena was now in my life. I agreed to it
because I have a tough time saying no around here. Like I said before, we a
kind of like a family around here.
I told Jena about Saturday and told her we should break our rule of not
seeing each other on days we done have off together. We decided to do this
so we would get too hot and heavy too fast. Fat chance of that.
"We need to stick to the rules we make," Jena said. "It will like a test
for us. I'm sure we can handle it."
That night we made up for time we would miss in the future. I wore a teddy
to bed and, of course, the strap-on dildo. Jena loves it doggy style and I
love giving to her that way. I loved watching her cheeks jiggle as I'm
pounding her with my fake cock. I also love when she looks back at me over
her shoulder. Priceless.
After she orgasmed a few times, she worked on me holding me in her mouth
and sucking me like a pacifier. When I was hard, she had me jerk off on her
large breasts and then I licked them clean. Then we cuddled together and
fell asleep.
About three in the morning, Jena nudged me and told me she had a dream
about me - a dream that made her hot and wet.
"Will you take care of me?" she asked.
She put her hand on my head and gently coaxed me under the covers. I was
only too happy to please her. She wasn't lying. Jena was hot and wet.
I really missed her on Friday and maybe it was worse because I knew I
wouldn't see until Sunday. I had taken a bra and panty set (raspberry
colored stretch briefs with lace along the waistband and white slightly
worn lace bra) that Jena owned and brought it home with me to wear around
my apartment to remind myself of her. I stuffed the bra with some nylons
and couldn't believe how large her breasts looked on me.
Saturday morning I woke early, wearing a dahlia-purple baby doll with a
matching g-string. I trudged out for my morning coffee, but was interrupted
by someone at my door. Peeking through the peephole, I saw Jena. I quickly
opened the door and let her in.
"Sexy," she smiled as she handed me a coffee, "Very sexy."
"Thank you," I blushed.
She kissed me and grabbed my bottom.
"I thought you said that we should stick to our thing of not seeing each
other when we don't have the same day off."
"I'm so glad you are happy to see me," Jena said sarcastically.
"You know that I always want to see you."
"I know and I wanted to see you, so I couldn't stay away." She moved in
close to me; face-to-face with her large breasts against me. "Do you really
love me?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Well, let's have some fun today."
"Remember I have to do the perp walk in Binghamton."
Jena pushed by me into my bedroom and began looking through my clothes.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking for something for you to wear today," Jena said. "We are going to
be three hours away. No one is going to know you up there."
"Are you serious?"
"I'm not going to put a dress on you. How about these slacks?"
She held up pinstriped slacks and then a white blouse. They looked passable
to me. Underneath I wore a red lace bra and red lace boyshorts.
"How about these shoes?" she asked.
I was reluctant about the shoes. I wanted to wear my male shoes, but Jena
said, "Whoever looks at shoes? We'll know you have them on and that's all
that matter."
It didn't take much convincing. I slipped on the shoes she picked out.
"It's a little chilly out, so why don't you put on this sweater."
She handed me a white button-up sweater.
"You look nice."
"I'm not wearing the sweater at the perp walk," I said. "That's a little
too obvious."
"Just wear it up there and leave it n the car then."
That worked for me.
We left and Jena suggested that she would drive. We arrived at the
courthouse, which wasn't easy to find. I grabbed my camera and nearly
forgot to ditch the sweater.
"Why don't you stay out here?" Jena suggested, "In case they come out.
She went inside, but before she returned, the defendant exited in handcuff
and chains, escorted by two police officers. I stepped forward for a closer
shot, but my two-inch heel skidded on the pavement and I went down on one
knee. I had to get the photos so I looked up and began rapidly snapping
photos. The defendant looked down at me and snarled, "Bitch!" I kept
clicking photos as he walked away.
I felt someone grab my arm and help me up. It was Jena.
"Did you get a pic?" she asked. "Sorry. I wasn't much help." She grabbed my
blouse and began to button it. Apparently, as I fell, my blouse became
unbuttoned; exposing my red bra, but the defendant called me a bitch. Did
he think I was a woman?
I explained to Jena what happened as she fixed my clothing.
"I hope I got a shot."
We went back to the car and I downloaded the photos to my laptop. Reviewing
what I had, I started to laugh.
"Good photo?" she asked.
I tilted the screen towards her. The defendant was looking down at me
snarling.
"No shit!" she exclaimed. "They are going to run that on the front page in
full color."
"Sometimes it's better to be lucky than good."
"Don't say that. You are good. You fell down and still got a great shot."
I smiled, "I guess, I did."
I put my equipment away and asked, "What now?"
"Want to get something to eat?"
"Sure. Where to?"
"Soup and salad at Olive Garden?" Jena suggested.
"Sound good to me."
After a fifteen minute drive, we pulled into the Olive Garden parking lot.
Jena turned off the car and opened her purse.
"Since the perp thought you was a woman, why don't we do it up a little
more?"
I was game. I was feeling good and riding a high after the photo I took.
Jena applied some cover to my face and then some eyeliner. She clipped two
earrings, like small peacock feather, to my lobes. Then she applied red
lipstick to me.
"You look great," she said.
"Thank you."
"You look nervous. Are you?"
"Just a little. I wonder if I can pull this off."
"You can pull this off. It doesn't matter if they think you a man or a
woman. You are who you are."
"I've been told that," I said.
When we left the car, Jena handed me her purse.
"This will make you look and feel even more feminine."
We walked into the front receiving area and the host asked, "Just two for
lunch?"
"Yes," Jena smiled.
"Ladies," the hostess smiled, "please follow me."
Jena turned to me and grinned with a raised eyebrow. I shrugged my
shoulders with a laugh.
When we reached our table and sat down, the hostess handed us menus. Soon
our server arrived.
"Can I interest you in drinks?"
"We'll each have a margarita," Jena ordered. "Then we'll have the soup and
salad both of us will have the vegetable soup."
"Do you really like me like this?" I asked. "Just as a woman? I'm not just
a curiosity, am I?"
Jena smiled. She tenderly placed her hand on mine and caressed it.
"Yes, I do like you like this. I feel as though I have the better of two
worlds. I have a boyfriend and a girlfriend rolled up into one."
"When you think of me, how do you see me? Do you see me as Stephanie or
Alex?"
"That's an easy one," Jena said. "I see you as Stephanie and the more I see
of Stephanie, the more I love her."
Our drinks arrived and I drank mine quickly. It helped calm my excitement.
When the salad arrived, Jena ordered me another margarita.
"Can I ask a question? How do you see me?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Did you see me as an overweight, domineering female in your life?"
"You are no overweight. You are full figured."
"I'm overweight."
"I wish I..."
"You wish what?" she asked.
"I wish I had your figure," I whispered. "Sometimes I had breasts and hips
like yours. You look so great when you're dressed up to accent your
figure." Then I smiled. "You look even better when you're not wearing
anything."
"I wish I had your legs," she said. "When I first saw you in lingerie, I
wanted to start with your ankles and work up your legs to your panties."
She made me blush, but she continued, "Then getting up to your
panties...well, there's nothing sexier than a penis in panties - more
specifically, your little winkie in panties."
I thought I was going to pass out with excitement.
Then she asked, "Would you like to go shopping after lunch?"
"Shopping?"
"Well, you told me that you would love to have someone take you shopping
someday and maybe try on some clothes."
"I would love that," I said.
After lunch, Jena drove us to the nearby mall. There were quite a few cars
in the parking lot, so I felt a bit nervous about it all.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"I've always liked the Bon Ton," she smiled.
I was hoping for a Lane Bryant or a Fashion Bug. I've more success buying
clothes there, but have never tried items on at a store.
As we reached the women's section, Jena told me to wait and she went ahead
to feel out the saleswoman to see if they were okay with me. Jena
approached a refined middle-aged woman wearing a red dress jacket, a floral
dress, and white heels. They chatted a moment before turning to me and
smiling. Jena waved and I waved back. They returned chatting neighborly for
about five minutes before Jena waved me forward.
"This is Agnes," Jena announced. "She will be helping us out."
"Hi," I said.
"Agnes," Jena introduced, "this is my boyfriend Stephanie."
I froze. Why did she call me her boyfriend? Agnes knows now.
Agnes must have sensed my terror.
"Don't worry, young man. We have crossdressers come in here now and then
and I knew you were a crossdresser before your girlfriend told me."
We followed Agnes deeper into the women's section before she stopped and
turned to us.
"So you like the business woman look, correct?"
"Yes," I said.
"And you want him to show off his legs?"
"Yes," Jena replied.
"Do you want just outerwear or to dress him from the inside out?"
"Inside out."
Agnes smiled, "Something sexy underneath?"
"Of course," Jena grinned.
Agnes and Jena walked about picking out clothing as I followed behind.
Finally, Agnes led us to the dressing room.
"Stephanie," Jena said, "why don't you strip down to your underwear?"
I removed my blouse, showing my red lace bra, and then my slacks, showing
my matching boyshorts. There were two sticky red spots on my panties.
"That's disgusting," Jena said in mock anger. "Take those off immediately
and clean yourself off."
I removed my panties in front of the two ladies and took the tissues Jena
handed me. I dabbed my clitty clean as Agnes snickered.
"Oh my," she said.
"I hope he didn't offend you," Jena said.
"No, oh, no. I just amazed how small he is. My Sydney has to be three or
four times bigger."
"How big is he?" Jena questioned.
"Oh, he's about seven inches."
"Well, then he's seven times bigger than Stephanie."
"Can I ask a personal question?"
"Sure," Jena answered.
"Do you two have intercourse? Does Stephanie satisfy you?"
"Yes, she satisfies me, but not with his little clitty. I can't feel that
in me. I make Steph use a dildo on me."
"I see where you would have to."
Forty minutes later, I stood in a tweed jacket and floral blouse with black
thigh highs, black bikinis with a sheer bottom, and black three-inch heels.
No skirt or slacks.
"You look stunning," Jena marveled.
"Look at those legs," Agnes said.
I felt self-conscious as I looked at myself in the mirrors.
"Why don't you stand here and admire yourself so your girlfriend can come
with me and pay for everything."
I looked in the mirror. If I took too long of a stride my lace panties were
visible. If I bent over in the slightest way the jacket rose above my
panties and would stay above my panties. The same thing happened when I
raised my hands.
When Jena returned, I tried to protest, but Jena silenced me by telling me
how sexy I looked and if we weren't in the Bon Ton she would ravish me.
We walked out of the store and headed down past other stores. I was
received lots of looks and it was making me feel good and making me feel
nervous.
"Why don't we go in here and have a drink," Jena said as she headed into a
sports bar.
Before I could say anything, I was following her inside.
"Table for two?" the young perky hostess asked.
"No," Jena answered, "we'll take a table by the bar."
We were led to a high table with high chairs. I climbed up on the chair and
immediately flashed everyone my panties, but quickly covered them up by
pulling down my jacket and keeping my legs together. Even though I was
showing just my thighs, because of my bare legs, I felt naked - wearing no
skirt didn't help.
There was a huge mirror behind the bar and I could see myself in it. My
jacket was not covering me enough. The edges of my panties were visible and
there was nothing I could do about it or I'd exposing myself in the front.
The server, a cute blond in her early twenties, showed up with a smile.
"Steph will have a Long Island Ice Tea and I'll have an ice water. I'm
driving."
After the server returned with our drinks and left, Jena asked, "Are you
enjoying this? Are enjoying being a sexy vixen in a bar showing off your
legs?"
I blushed, "Yes, I am."
"Are you comfortable here?"
"Not really. I feel like I'm half naked, but it's exciting. Do women feel
naked like this when they walk around in short skirts?"
"We get used to it to a certain point, but, like you said, there's a
certain excitement to it. At the same time, we do feel like an object on
display."
After we finished our drink, we stood to leave. Again, I accidently flashed
my panties. Surprising me, Jena moved closer to me and gave me a hug. She
held me closer with her arms around my waist.
"I really love you," Jena whispered.
I could my jacket lifting over my bottom showing my bare bottom through the
shear fabric.
"And if you really love me, you'll walk out without pulling your jacket
down."
She let me go and we walked out with me slightly ahead of her. There were a
few whistles, but I loved it. I felt sexy. I felt feminine. This was the
best I felt in all my life as Stephanie and I had a feeling it would just
get better.
When we reached the car, Jena drove to a vacant area of the mall. She threw
open the buttons of my jacket and began rubbing my clitty through my
panties. I was already wet and soon hard. We climbed into the backseat and
she underdressed. She reached into a box on the floor and removed my cock.
"I need you to fuck me with your big cock, Stephanie."
I slid it on over my panties and slowly entered my lovely girlfriend with
her feet against the ceiling.
"Oh, lord, I love your cock," she squealed.
Afterwards, she took my clitty into her mouth and sucked. Before I came,
she told me to pull out and cum on her large breasts. After I did, I licked
my semen from them.
"You're such a good girl," Jena said. "You licked up your cum without even
being asked. You are a natural."
We cuddled for a few minutes before we started to get cold. We dressed and
climbed back into the front seat. Jena handed me my cock.
"This is your cock," she said. "Whenever you are dressed as Stephanie, you
will keep this in your purse. Will you do that for me?"
"I would love to."
When we returned back to her place, she led me to her bedroom and told me
to sit on her bed.
"You know I gave you a cock to carry around with all the time," she said,
"but that is only to please me."
"Yes, I know," I said innocently.
"But," she continued, "you should remember who has the bigger cock here."
She turned her back to me and removed her slacks and then her panties. I
saw her stepping into something. When she turned around, she was wearing a
dildo bigger than the one in my purse. She moved closer to where the head
of the dildo was inches from my lips. She told me to get down on my knees.
"Kiss it," she ordered with a smiled and she caressed my cheek.
I did so.
"Hold it in your hand and kiss it. Kiss it all over."
I knew what was next.
"Open your mouth."
I did so and Jena slid her shaft in my mouth, stretching my mouth. I could
feel the edges of my mouth stretch. She caressed my head and slid the first
inch or so into my mouth - back-and-forth. She began to ease it in further
and further until it touched the back of my throat.
"You're a natural at this Stephanie."
She held my head still and began to rock her hips, sliding her cock in and
out.
After nearly five minutes, she said, "I'm going to see if you can deep
throat. Don't worry if you can't. Most girls can't at first, but we'll
practice."
She eased her cock to the back of my throat before trying to move it
further. I immediately gagged.
"Just relax," she encouraged.
She tried it again and went just a bit further before I gagged. On third
try, when I began gagging, Jena held my head in place and I could breath.
When she released me after about five terrifying seconds, I gagged, and
threw up.
"I'm sorry," I cried. "I couldn't help it."
"It's okay," she smiled. "Run into the bathroom and grab a towel."
I came out and cleaned the mess. When I finished, I looked up at Jena, who
was coating her cock with KY jelly.
"Tonight, I'm taking your virginity. Lay on your back on the bed."
She climbed up next to me on her knees. She reached down and slid off my
panties.
"Put your legs in the air and grab your ankles."
I did so, feeling totally exposed and vulnerable.
"You look nervous. Are you scared?"
"Yes," I whispered, "I'm not sure I can make you happy."
"You will. It will make me happy to see that look on your face when I'm
fucking you."
A look I've never given a woman except for Jena with my fake cock.
Easing in and me pulling, tears in my eyes and feeling like I was being
ripped apart, Jena guided me. Within twenty minutes, Jena was fucking me,
looking down at me smiling while I withered in agony.
"You'll get used to it," she breathed.
She picked up the pace and I tried to roll away, but she held me in place.
She finally pulled out and I heard a popping sound. Jena removed her cock
and pulled me close to her.
"We'll have to work on this," she whispered as I cried in her arm; my ass
stretched in pain. "Do you want to be my fun girl or my boring girl?"
"I want to be you fun girl."
She guided us into a 69 position side-by-side. We ended up having an orgasm
at the same time.
Afterward, she said, "We'll work on some new positions over the next couple
weeks. Would you like that?"
"I would love it."
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