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Small Beginnings (Part Two)
Jack awoke to Alex's crying. He rubbed his face and got up and went
straight into the baby's crib. "Hey! big guy!" he stage whispered.
"Shhhhh. Daddy's here," He picked up the baby and glanced at his
watch. "We got an hour and a half, dude. That must be some kind of
record." He walked past Tommy's room to see him stirring. "Dinnertime
soon," he thought. "Great, another juggling act," Taking Alex into the
kitchen he noted the plates of food on the table. He opened the fridge
to find three bottles of formula made already. "We have a guardian
angel Alex, and I was too sleepy to even get her name."
Jack took one of the bottles and began to heat it. Next, he went to the
dining room and sat down at the food. All he had to do was microwave
it. She had even set out a much smaller and cut up portion for Tommy.
"Ann," he mused, shaking his head, "you really have been an angel."
Jack got Alex his bottle just as Tommy made his appearance. Rubbing his
eyes and dragging his blankey. "Hey, Buddy! Are you hungry?" Tommy
mumbled incoherently but shook his head. "OK sit down; let me finish
feeding your baby brother and then we can eat."
Tommy lay down in the middle of the kitchen floor. Soon, Alex was
content and sitting happily in the bouncy chair, while Jack was stepping
over Tommy to heat up their dinner.
Ann was lounging in satin her black satin PJs and pink marabou mules.
Yes, it was ridiculously retro, but she was after all a crossdresser.
Full time or no she still enjoyed the pleasure of the most feminine
clothing. The phone rang, and she answered.
"Ann? This is Jack across the way; I hope I'm not bothering you?" he
started.
"Oh no, not at all," she replied. "Everyone ok after your adventure?"
"Yes, fine," he chuckled. "In fact, I'm calling to thank you properly.
You were a godsend. The kids are asleep so I was wondering if you
wanted to come over. I... uh, have a gift for you."
Ann laughed, "Already! You've been busy. It's only been a few hours
and most of that you were asleep I bet."
"Well, no. It's something my wife and I had, and well, I thought I'd
share it. To say...you know... thank you. And truth be told, the past three
months have been awful and I need some adult conversation time. Just to
see if I remember how before I go back to work."
"Well, I think you are doing fine, and I'd be a fool to turn down such a
wonderful invitation," she replied, all the while thinking to herself
"Who is this person and what have you done with Ann! Go over to a man's
house? I've lost my mind!"
"See you in ten?" Jack asked.
"Uh" the jitters started. "Well I'm not dressed for going out though,
I'm in PJs."
"I'm not one to be formal, not with two little ones. I've picked up
most of the toys and all of the throw up towels are in the hamper. Just
come over in what you're wearing," he pleaded.
"Ok," she relented. "Ten minutes."
She hung up the phone and decided that what she had on was good enough
if she put on her robe. She scurried into the bedroom and kicked off
her slippers and slipped off her bottoms. Grabbing a black gaff she
tucked everything back safe and sound, and then slipped her bottoms back
on. She kicked her heels over and slipped into them then checked
herself in the mirror. Her makeup was still fine and she teased her
hair a bit to exaggerate the carefree look. She grabbed her cell and
house key and scampered out the door.
"What the Hell am I doing?" she asked herself for the tenth time in
thirty seconds. "He is just getting over his wife's death. And you are
making sure your hair and makeup look good?" Still, she clutched her
satin robe to herself and knocked on his door.
Jack answered the door wearing sweats and a faded World Series t-shirt.
"WOW!" he said. "I didn't think you were going to get dressed up?"
She chuckled and looked down in slight embarrassment brushing her hair
behind her ear, and scurried passed him as he motioned her in.
"Actually, I didn't," she answered somewhat defensively. "I was going
to be treating myself to a facial mask and relax with some wine and a
movie. You know pamper myself tonight."
"Well I don't think there is anyone who doesn't deserve it more after
your good deed today," he said.
Ann blushed. Jack asked her to sit so she chose a comfy corner of the
couch and tucked her legs under her.
"My wife and I were going to celebrate Alex's birth with this when she
got home," He explained. "She and I really got into wine before Tommy
was born. It's a Stag's Leap Cabernet."
Ann giggled. "You could serve me wine from a box and I wouldn't know."
"Oh! Well, you are in for a treat then. You will taste the difference
here," He said as he poured the wine. Handing her a glass he sat in
the stuffed chair catty corner from her. She realized he chose that
deliberately. He wasn't ready. Sitting on the couch would have implied
an intimacy they hadn't known each other long enough to share. Sitting
away from her would be stand offish, his choice implied friendly
openness and willingness to learn more. "Jack is a smart man," she
decided.
They clinked glasses and toasted new friendships. Ann asked about the
boys and how they were getting along. She learned that Tommy misses
Julia terribly and wakes up terrified his father is gone too. Usually
he ends up in the bed with him for reassurance. Ann was touched. She
explained her background and job carefully avoiding gender pronouns
speaking of her past. After ninety minutes Ann realized it was time to
go. "You were right Jack. That wine was wonderful. I'm sorry Julia
never got to share it with you."
"I'm glad I got to share it. It was a bottle of celebration, and I have
a new friend."
Ann got up and so did Jack, She stood on tiptoe to hug him and he
hugged her back.
"If you need anything I'm right across the lot," she said.
"You may regret that," he smiled.
"Never."
Fall had arrived on the calendar but you couldn't tell by the weather.
Ann had come into her own at the Gallery. She sat at her desk going
over the final details of this big move. The gallery was moving the
latest sales out to customers and Ann was supervising the packing. She
wore a black suit, which was almost the Gallery uniform, with a scarlet
top. Its plunging neckline was enhanced by a silver necklace and Ann
had worked hard this morning to create some cleavage with tape and
makeup. The art handlers had a soft touch for moving art but were rough
around the edges elsewhere. Ann used every trick in the book to have
these guys' respect. And being pretty, well that didn't hurt either.
Some respected her brains, some she just manipulated with the damsel
act. Either way she always got what she wanted done, done.
On her lunch break she went out to a local place with the receptionist,
Cindy. She and Cindy had developed a fast friendship since she started.
Cindy was a recent art history graduate with dreams of her own gallery
and "Sex and the City." She didn't care that the Miranda to her Carrie
was really a boy underneath. She just wanted to enjoy living in the big
City, naturally lunch was a big affair. This day was no different as
the ladies sat in the warm fall air at a sidewalk table. Cindy was
chatting about something Ann was only half paying attention too.
"Cindy? Hey!" He said as he walked into Ann's line of sight. He was
tall, dark hair, green eyes. He was dressed in a deep purple shirt and
an open vest, black slacks and shoes. He was fit, and Ann's gaydar was
going off.
"Ian!" Cindy squealed. "Oh, my God? How have you been I haven't seen
you since my internship. How's things at the Museum?" she rattled on.
Ian rolled his eyes.
"Cindy, one thing at a time" he turned to Ann, "I'm Ian, by the way."
"I gathered that." Ann smiled, taking the offered hand. "You work at
the Museum?"
"Yes," Ian replied. "I'm the Assistant Registrar."
"Assistant TO the Registrar," Cindy chimed in.
"Not anymore, Cricket," Ian shot back. "Still that was better than
being the unpaid intern to the Assistant to the Registrar."
"IAN!" Cindy cried. "You promised not to use that nickname!" Ann
smirked at "Cricket's" embarassment.
"Well you were being a little bitch," he said.
Ann watched the banter back and forth. "Oh yes, He's gay, and
adorable," she thought silently, watching the two friends needle one
another playfully.
Ian joined them and soon the topic shifted to that evening's activities.
Cindy was ready to go on the town with Ian immediately. Ann wasn't so
sure, but was soon convinced. It had been a long week and she wanted to
reward herself for getting this project completed with her sanity
intact.
She agreed to meet up with Cindy, who she was now teasingly calling
Cricket too, at eight thirty at Slip, the new club they'd heard so much
about. She headed home to prepare for a fun evening. It had been a
long time since Ann got laid last. She hoped Ian was open minded, she
wanted him to get in her pants and be pleasantly surprised.
She chose white jeans that she practically had to paint on her body.
Her top was a deep blue sequined top with open shoulders. On her feet
she went with silver strappy sandals and threw her ID and stuff in a
matching clutch purse. Ready, she stepped outside.
Jack was pulling in from work just as Ann reached her car. He stepped
out, to get the boys from the back when he saw Ann. "Wow!" he called
to her, "Big date tonight?"
Ann laughed, "Just going out with some friends. But, you never know,"
she added mischievously, and gracefully slipped inside the car. She
pulled out of the spot and waved to Jack who watched her speed off. Ann
had been coming over to help with the boys, and babysat them
occasionally for months now. He had no call to be jealous. In fact, he
didn't have the right. He still pined for Julia. So why did he feel
like this? She's young and free, I have two boys that need me. He said
as he got the two in the house and closed the door for the evening.
Ann met Cindy and Ian at Slip. Ian stood up, Ann bent down an kissed
Cindy on the cheek, She hugged Ian hello. He held on to her a moment
longer, and whispered in her ear, "Cricket, told me. I'm looking
forward to tonight."
"Me too," Ann caught herself saying. Then smiling she decided to go with
it.
Cricket was drinking something fruity. Ann ordered a Bombay Safire and
tonic. Ian had the bar tender put it on his tab. Ann thanked him and
they all clinked glasses. A short time later they were out on the dance
floor. Cindy and Ann were bumping and grinding for Ian's entertainment.
Ann maintained eye contact with her prey. She wanted this guy. She
danced and flirted with him. She loved it when he finally grabbed her
waist and pulled her close. She could feel his hard on pressing against
her while her own penis ached as it strained in its tucked position
between her thighs. She thrilled to his touch.
The DJ transitioned the music to the next song but Ann decided she
wanted to chat with Ian. She begged of the dance took Ian by the hand
off the dance floor. She managed to find a couch open in a relatively
quiet spot. She sat down and crossed her legs; Ian sat down next to her
and put his arm around her. His other hand went to her knee.
"Ian, have you been with a girl like me?" Ann asked, rather loudly, but
even in this relatively quiet part of the club it sounded like a
whisper.
"Truthfully, no," Ian said. "But I do like effeminate guys," he
grinned. "I think you set the gold standard. I had no idea when we met
at the caf?."
Ann blushed and brushed her hair back over her ear.
"It's not easy for me to meet men," she confessed. "Nice straight men,
don't want what I've got. Tranny chasers, well they can be scary. And
gay men, tend to look down on those of us who take femininity seriously.
Drag Queens are the jesters of the gay court."
"The Gay Court!" Ian laughed out loud. "Cricket was right you really do
have the medieval world on the brain. It is a fair analogy though."
"So why the interest?" she asked hesitantly.
"Does it matter?" he asked as he got very close to her their lips almost
touching. Ann realized she didn't care.
"No," she breathed, as they kissed. She felt like she was melting into
the couch as he pressed down with his mouth. She opened her lips
slightly and allowed his tongue to enter. Her free hand went to his
head and grabbed a handful of hair. He was delicious. She allowed his
free hand to roam across her body as he pulled her shoulders into his
kiss. It had been so long since Ann had made out with anyone, she
nearly swooned at the intensity of her feeling.
"Would you like to go some place quieter?" he asked.
She nodded. "I lost Cricket though; I need to let her know we're
going," she fished out her phone and texted Cindy.
LEAVING WITH IAN. CALL TOMORROW, BE SAFE.
As they walked out into the night air, her phone buzzed. She took it
out and wrapped an arm around Ian's.
YOU BE SAFE TOO. SLUT ;-)
Ian had a loft apartment a few blocks from the club. He opened the door
and she pounced on him kissing him aggressively.
"I want to see if Cricket was telling the truth," Ian said in between
wild kisses, His fingers fumbling with her jeans as she unbuttoned his
shirt. He yanked her jeans down to her thighs and reached in her
panties. She moaned, as her penis was set free and immediately sprang
to life. "Oh!" he said "so you are a boy!" he smiled as he crouched
down.
Ann ran her hands through his hair as he took her penis in his mouth.
She moans and rocked back on her high heels and was saved by the wall.
Her knees began to buckle as he sucked her he reached up and grabbed her
ass and supported her with her thighs on his forearms. She was
helpless, all she could do was grab the back of her head with both hands
and spread her hair out. Masterfully he took her just to the edge of
climax then stopped sucking and stood up and kissed her. She tasted her
own precum on his tongue. Taking her by the hand he led her to the bed.
She helped him remove his shirt. She sat and removed her heels so that
she could shimmy out of her jeans. He removed his pants as she took off
her top and then crawled onto the bed next to her.
"Take off your bra and tits too," he said gruffly. She complied but was
too excited to object to his tone. She felt uncomfortable with a guy
without her breasts on her chest. He rubbed her naked chest. And began
to kiss her forcing her gently back on the bed. She felt his rock hard
cock rubbing against her's, and needed this so badly. Ian kissed her ear
sucking on her earlobe, she gasped as chills went rocketing down her
spine. She arched her back grinding her penis into his. "MMMmmm, my
pussy boy liked that?" Ian whispered into her ear.
"Oh, Ian," she groaned, enjoying the sensation if not the pillow talk.
She kissed him hack, digging her nails into his back. He reached down
between her legs and touched her pussy. Again she gasped and groaned.
I want you she cried. Ian sat upright. Took her leg in hands and
rubbed them. Then sucked on her toes, and licked the sole of her foot
driving her wild. He fingered her hole some more making her giggle and
moan. Ian paused and got a condom and lube from his nightstand. Deftly
he slipped the condom on then spread a dollop of gel on her hole. Ann
felt the coolness on her skin and the heat from his body. She kept her
eyes closed.
"My femboy want his pussy stuffed?" Ian asked as seductively as he could
manage.
"Mmm Hmm," Was all she could reply, as he held her hips pulling her to
his cock. He aimed the head of his dick at her opening and massaged the
head in. Her body opened up to accept him, and she gasped. Ian reached
forward and grabbed her wrists and held her arms down. He kissed her as
he thrust forward causing her to cry out, but her cry was muffled in his
kiss. He held her down and roughly began to pump inside her. She bucked
her body against his as they wildly fucked.
She wrapped her arms around him and followed his moments. Soon his
rhythm grew ragged. He slipped out of her and laid her on her side. Ian
grabbed her leg and held it high as he slid in behind her and began
again. She felt her own stiff dick bouncing in the air to his
thrusting. She moaned with every collision of their bodies. She felt
wonderful as he filled her. But Ian couldn't keep up this position
long. Again he shifted.
He stood up and pulled her by her ankles across the bed to the edge,
lined himself up and drilled into her body again. This time his thrusts
were so powerful she couldn't help her cries. She was so close, her
tortured libido had been on the edge since Ian had nearly sucked her to
climax. Soon she was passed the point of no return and out of control.
She came in a torrent and shot hot cream all over his belly, she
screamed loudly with every wave of pleasure. Moments later Ian pulled
out of her and ripped of his condom stroked himself twice and shot his
load all over her chest and face. Sated he collapsed next to her. Their
sweaty bodies lay entwined as they gasped coming down from their
exertions.
He kissed her gently as he held her. She felt the hot cum cooling on
her skin. Ian got up abruptly. "I'll get you a towel, "he said. Going
to the bathroom he tossed her one without looking from the bathroom.
Ann wiped the cum from her skin, trying to identify the emotion she
felt. She desperately needed this, but she was terribly uneasy about
Ian. Listening to him use the bathroom, she felt the sudden urge to run
away. The door opened, and Ian came back to the bed.
"Would you like to stay the night?" he asked.
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