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Mom's Girl Part 2 Meeting Bobby Several weeks have passed since my night with Paul. Everything has settled in to a normal day to day family lifestyle except my relationship with my big brother. We hardly ever said more than two words to each other and I understood why. I had seduced my brother to make myself feel more ladylike. Paul would stay out late at night with his buddies while I took care of Mom, the boys and the house. It's not like I'm an abused wife sitting at home wondering where her cheating husband is or anything like that. I have been enjoying my time as Macy. That's what I go by now. It seems Willow died the night Paul and I went out. The boys, Logan and Chris, have been nothing but respectful to me. Now and then I catch Chris checking me out and that's what it remains. A glance here and there by Chris and an innocent smile in return. I have learned to control Chris with just a look. Similar to what Mom has with the boys but my "looks" never come across with any meanness. Logan, on the other hand, is a totally different story. I don't get my way just by giving Logan a look. It's taken unfulfilled promises. When I want my way, I'll whisper in his ear "Logan, if you do what I say, I'll style your hair." Or "Loge, I'll make you up if you listen." It has worked a few times but I have never had the opportunity to follow through on these hollow promises. I know sooner or later my trick will stop working. It will happen though, me making Logan over in to a pretty little sister. The timing just hasn't worked yet. It has been a learning experience in the department of beauty too. I have now perfected the use of mom's hair curlers. I can curl my hair all by myself. My transformation has effected Mom too. She seems to be doing a little better and I have my hopes. I have been keeping a secret from Mom though and this one doesn't involve getting Paul off. A 'ghost' from my past recently got a hold of me. Bobby, a boy I used to hang around with from a neighborhood we lived in when I was younger. Bobby was just over a year older than I am. Even though I'm fourteen right now, Bobby just turned sixteen. With an upcoming birthday for me, I'll catch right back up. One day, out of the blue, I got a text from him. I'm still not sure how he got my number. When we last saw each other, neither of us had cell phones. We were too young, with me being 8 and him being 9 years-old. "Hey Will. Its Bobby Stevens, remember me? We both lived on Harding Street and used to hang out all the time..." Yeah, I remembered him. He stood up for me once when a bigger kid was picking on me. From then on we were best friends up until the time we moved away. After that, I had thought of Bobby often but never dreamed of contacting him. We have been chatting back and forth via text messages and I haven't spoken to him yet. I'm scared to. I've gone over it constantly in my mind since the moment he brought it up. See, Bobby has a license now that he's 16 and at our age, a license means freedom. Bobby wants to drive over and "Do something". I have been trying to come up with a plan of how I could present Macy to him but have been struggling. It came to me one morning. I must have dreamt about it. Whatever happened, it was right there in the forefront of my mind. I knew what needed to be done as far as meeting Bobby was concerned. I knew what it was going to take to follow through with it and now all I had to do, was do it. I woke up with another mission also etched in my mind. I needed to learn how to perfect my look on my own, to me this meant that I needed to master my makeup. Not only my makeup but I figured I also needed to learn how to use the curling iron and apply nails. Although I loved having curlers in my hair and the effects they gave me, a curling iron would be a lot quicker and time is what I needed. As for now, I had to get the boys ready for school. After a hectic morning I finally got the boys off and could sit down to have my morning cigarette and coffee. It's my new normal routine and I'm in my normal attire as of late. A plain white, tight fitting tank top which shows off my fake boobies. I have on a pair of grey, cotton yoga pants that show off my lower half in a way that I love. They are skin tight and make my legs look well defined which makes me feel girly. I think the boys are young enough to not notice or gawk at me but then I think of Chris and not only what he was thinking but about the thoughts I was having about him. As far as Logan, I think he just wishes he was wearing my outfit. I didn't have my hair in a bun this morning. I had it in a high ponytail. A bedroom door opened and I knew it was Paul. I didn't look up and he didn't slow down. "Bye" I yelled as he walked out of the front door. I was pissed at myself and determined not to take it out on Paul. I couldn't dwell on my brother now, I had to teach myself a little more about being a girl. I took my cigarette and my coffee to my bathroom. I reached up and removed my hair from the ponytail holder and let it fall. I stood there at the mirror just staring. I had turned the curling iron on before waking the boys up so it was plenty hot. After brushing my hair out I grabbed a beret. My first goal was to make a bump with my hair on the top of my forehead. Last night I had read how to do this out of a teen magazine my Mom had subscribed to for me and it went well. My "bump" was sorta squishy and on the tall side but I loved the look. I lightly patted it a couple of times and love the way it bounced back. With the bump accomplished it was time to master my makeup. I had a good handle on what I was doing. Luckily makeup came natural to me and I was thankful. What I really wanted to perfect was my eyeliner and that's what I concentrated on. I took the eyeliner brush and moved towards my right eye. I had pictured this moment many times in my plan to meet up with Bobby. It went on perfect. I completed both eyes and grabbed the pencil. This is the part I was most nervous about. I lit a cigarette and performed a perfect double pump. Inches from the mirror I exhale straight ahead and smoke billows everywhere. I put the cigarette down and pull my lower lid away from the eyeball. I'm surprised at how easy it goes on and am pleased with my results. I should have been born a girl. I know I'm only 14 but I'm five foot two for Christ's sake. I weigh all of 108 pounds. I'm tiny. I know how to apply makeup and it's natural to me. I separate a strand of hair just like Mom showed me. I take the curling iron, take the lock of hair and secure it in the iron. Right away I shoot the iron to the end of the blond lock and start twisting towards my scalp as if winding spaghetti on a fork. I quickly grab the can of "Curl Holder" spray and mist the curling iron. Knowing I have seconds before needing to release the spoon of the iron, I reach for my cigarette. A girls gotta smoke while getting ready. With the cigarette barely held by my teeth I open the irons gate and in a jump rope type motion release the curl. I stare at it, cigarette hanging from my teeth. I slowly move my left hand up to take the burning stick from my lips. I set it in the ashtray and move closer to the mirror as I gently lay the curling iron down. The fresh curl looks awesome. Like a perfectly peeled open paper towel roll. Blonde enough for the light to reflect off of. I tilt my head to the right and bounce as if I were trying to get water out of my ear. The curl bounces with me. I did it! I created a curl and now I wanted more. I continued on, my arms ached. I spent forty five minutes more curling my hair. When finished I had a perfect mass of curls with a cute bump in front. I had done it. I made MYSELF look like a girl. I was a totally different person. I grabbed my glasses and my smokes and headed for my bedroom. Once there I put my glasses on and sat preparing to apply a set of French manicured nails. I carefully read the instructions on the box and started applying the nails. Once applied I laid out what I was going to wear for my date with Bobby. I had sent a text to Bobby while I was getting the boys ready. My suggestion was that we meet for lunch at an outdoor caf? down on Alvarado Street. I could walk there easily, Alvarado was only about four blocks away and the caf? had great coffee. Mom had taken me there before I found out that I like to wear girl clothes. I knew this would all be a shock for Bobby and that's also part of the reason I picked an outdoor, public location. It would be harder for him to cause a scene if he had any problem with my new look. Plus, I could smoke. With my head down focusing on my cell phone and a new message from Bobby I made my way towards the living room. Mom was sitting on the couch and I didn't even see her. I was expecting her to still be asleep but I had lost track of time. "Good morning Sweet Heart" she said. I froze in place with my back to her. I stopped so sudden that my curls bounced and I knew that Mother must be suspicious. I spun, still dressed in my yoga pants, so my look didn't seem to be out of the ordinary. "Come here baby girl. I wanna see your hair. What have you done with it?" she said while looking at my hair with a curious grin. I sort of pranced over to where Mommy was sitting having her morning cigarette. I sat beside her and turned so I could present my curls and the perfect job I had done. "I used a curling iron for the first time Mommy. I love the results and I love the look. How'd I do?" I asked looking for her approval. "I love it honey. You did great. What's the special occasion?" She asked the question that I knew was coming. I had to nail this if I wanted to meet Bobby. If Mom knew I was going to leave the house to see a boy she would never let me go. As it was, I was gonna have to work hard to convince her that leaving the house was a good idea at all. "I was gonna go for a walk today. Not like my normal walk though." I had been making trips around the block for about a week now. "I was thinking of going downtown." I said plainly trying not to sound shady. I figured the less I told her the better. "And what will you be doing on your walk downtown?" was her reply. "Just a walk Mommy. I haven't been out of the house in a while and thought it would be nice to get out and get some sun. I was gonna look in store windows and stuff like that. Just trying to enjoy the new me." "Well..." she paused, "if you're leaving the house, I'd rather you just have a ponytail then the way you're made up now. I guess it all depends on how you're going out dressed. What will you be wearing?" This could be a lot harder but so far she was being a lot more open minded than I thought she would be. I figured it would be easier to show her than explain it. "Can I get dressed and just show you what I want to wear?" I asked. She agreed and I headed to my bedroom to get ready for my date with Bobby. I knew once she saw me and how smart I was dressed, she would let me go. Presenting myself to Bobby, without him knowing anything about my current situation, I figured conservative was the way to go. There would be plenty of times for slutty if Bobby approved. I went into my room and closed the door. My cousin Jenny who is a year older than I am, left some of her clothes when she stayed here last summer. It was her clothes that I'd be wearing today. The first thing I reached for was my thong. I picked my cute, lacy black one. I quickly took off my yoga pants and the normal panties that I typically wore. I had watched a tutorial video earlier in the day on youtube. It was a "How to tuck" video and I was about to attempt my first try. Reaching down, I didn't know what to expect. I was fearful as I poked pretty hard in an exploratory attempt to find the crevice the video had referred to. Once I was almost sure I knew where I was about to cram my testicle, I took a deep breath and went for it. Starting with the right one I was pleasantly surprised that after a little resistance it went into the indent without much fuss and no pain. It was uncomfortable, I must admit, but nothing I couldn't handle. Next the left one. A little more experienced than I was a minute ago and knowing what to expect, the left one went in even easier. With that done, I went into the grueling portion of tucking my penis back. I wouldn't be using any tape in that area today as I wasn't sure where things would be heading. Pulling up my thong I was ready for the pants. I'm glad that I had decided on pants. Mom would be very hesitant if I were to try to walk out of the front door wearing a short skirt. The pants were a low rise, low cut style that belled at the bottom. My cousin was 2 inches taller than I am and probably about 15 pounds heavier so I figured that the pants should fit with no problems. I put one leg in and then the other then slid the pants over my hairless legs. I couldn't believe where the pants stopped and tried to pull them up higher. They wouldn't budge and I then understood that they needed to ride where they wanted to ride. The pants stopped mid hip. Half of my hip bones protruded from the top of the pants as I buttoned them and zipped the tiny zipper up. They were skin tight and made my ass look fabulous. I turned my butt towards my mirror and admired the look of my lower half. Spinning back around, I liked the look of the tank top but was looking forward to completing my look. Next up was the top, as I whipped of my tank top off and tossed it on floor. Needing a cigarette to calm my anxiety, I reach for my pack and pull one out. I light it like I've been smoking for years and place the burning cigarette in my ashtray. I kept my pink bra on and reached for the off the shoulder, black, shiny top. I had seen my cousin Jenny wear it when she went on a blind date with one of Paul's buddies and figured I would look great in it but was stunned when I saw my image in the mirror. The top stopped short of my pants so I ended up having a three inch gap between where my top ended and my pants began. The top was very tight fitting. I thought I looked hot and knew any red blooded American male would too. My falsies protruded out, underneath the fabric of my top, and now looked rather big. A four inch ban of fabric was the only thing covering the tops of my arms as my pink bra straps popped out of the black top to give me a cute but bold look. It's exactly what I was looking for and admired the cherry on top which in this case was my hair. The curls still shinning off of the morning sun. Tight curls dangling and daring, waiting to be played with. I flashed a large smile then took a puff off of my cigarette. I grabbed my glasses and put them on, curious as to how I would look and hoping for a studious, hot nerd look. It's exactly what I achieved and I felt like a good girl gone bad standing there dressed the way I was, with my glasses and curls all while smoking a cigarette. I was hot and knew it and hoped Bobby would think so too. I bent down to the floor and reached for Jenny's heels. They are a black, strappy, 4" platform heel with an open toe. I stepped into the heels and strapped them on. Standing without problem, I strutted to the full length mirror and gawked. Impressed with my look I walked to the living room and performed a twirl for my Mom. "Am I presentable?" I ask knowing that the answer could only be yes. Mom purred back, "You look absolutely amazing. My little girl has grown up." "Mommy... I'm always gonna be your little girl. I can't wait for the day you and I can go out together. When we can strut down a sidewalk as mother and daughter." I was kissing her ass but meant every word I had said. "Me too Sweet Heart. Believe it or not, I'm feeling better every day. You never know, it may not be too long before you and I can do just that. I can't wait either, but in the meantime, I think you have a walk to go on." was Mommy's answer. I jumped up and down in little hops, inside of my tiny heels, "THANK YOU MOMMY! This means so much to me." I looked at my thin banded watch that I had put on as part of my "jewelry" along with a cute silver necklace with a heart shaped locket on the end of it. The necklace hung to the top of my shirt and sort of completed the sweet, innocent, bad girl, nerd look. "I'm gonna get an early start and head out now." Was my way of getting out of the door quickly. "Okay, Have fun Sweetie. Be safe and give your Mom a hug." Mom was taking this rather well. Maybe too well. I walked over and gave her a tight squeeze and then headed for the door. I knew the walk downtown with heels on could get painful and hoped it wouldn't so I took it slow. Smoking a cigarette as I walked, a car honked as it passed. I felt confident and tried not to dwell on what Bobby's reaction could be. I planned to get there before he did that way I could see him coming but I was running a little late. I was just finishing my cigarette as I walked around the corner and got my first glimpse of the caf? we would be meeting at. I crossed the street and walked straight at my destination and spotted a handsome young man sitting outside. I had no idea what Bobby looked like nowadays and wondered if that could be him. Would he actually be on time? I had to enter the restaurant and stopped at the hostess stand. A girl probably about 18 years-old greets me. "Welcome to Josephine's, how many are in your party?" she says not noticing a hint of boy standing in front of her. Pleased I answer, "Hi, I'm supposed to be meeting somebody here and I doubt that he's even here yet. You know how guys can be? Anyway, I'm gonna need a table for two, outside in the smoking section." The hostess looks at me inquisitively, tilting her head and responding to me as a peer, "Are you meeting a young, good looking guy? I have one out on the patio that told me he was meeting an old friend of his but I could have sworn he told me the friends name was Will. Are you looking for a guy named Bobby?" 'Shit!' I was flushed. He's here already and now I'm caught off guard. I had to answer the girl and said, "Yeah, that's me. My friends called me Will because whenever it came to something daring, I'd do it. I was the one that always said 'I will'. Nicknames you know? Can you point him out so I can just make my way back there? I wanna surprise him, you know? We haven't seen each other since graduation." I threw that in there trying to sound older. The girl pointed out at the cute boy I had seen when I was walking up, finishing my cigarette. I had saw the boy looking at me and felt that he may have been checking me out. Now I was about to plop down in front of him and say something to the effect of "Hey Bobby, it's me, Will..." I walked towards the table and hadn't caught his attention yet. That was a good thing for me. I didn't wanna scare him but I didn't want him to have any idea either. I was just gonna do it. I was gonna sit down in the empty chair across from him and tell him who he was looking at and that's exactly how it happened. Bobby looked up at me just as I got to the table. I sat in the metal seat across from him and smiled, "Hi" I stuck out my hand for him to shake. "I'm Macy" I continued. He had no clue who I was. There was a moment I debated telling him. I thought maybe I should act is if I were some cute girl interested him, as if we had never known each other, but thought better of it. "Ummm, Hi" he said as he reached his hand across the table to complete the greeting. Still looking at me and most likely wondering who the hell I am. As soon as my hand was released, I reach for my tiny purse, open it up and pull out an even tinier cigarette purse. I'm nervous and all I can think about is a nicotine release. I keep working on the cigarette purse and flick it open as if I am a seasoned smoker. Bobby sat there looking at me as if I were some odd creature that he may have just discovered. I bring the cigarette to my lips and prepare to raise my hand that holds a lighter and wonder if the cute boy across from me is disgusted that the beautiful girl that may have an interest in him is a smoker. Before I can dwell on that thought I am pleasantly pleased as Bobby reaches across the table and says, "Let me get that for you." He instantly flicks a lighter of his own as I lean towards the fresh flame, holding the cigarette in my right hands fingertips, I think to myself, 'where did that come from?' As soon as the cigarettes lit, I lean back in my chair, cross my left arm just under my breasts and take a cheek hollowing, deep drag off of the cigarette. "I regret what I'm about to say miss, but I'm supposed to be meeting a friend." Bobby starts to explain. "Any other time I would love to chat and get to know you but he's supposed to be here any minute." I zone out what he's saying and my mind starts to wonder as I look Bobby over. He's a good looking boy and I like what I see. Still amazed that only a month ago I had no interest in boys at all and now here I am, already having sucked off my own brother and now wanting to sleep with an old friend. Bobby's very cute though. He reminds me of Tatum Channing with his piercing, squinting eyes focused on me as he continues to talk, still not hearing a word of what he has to say. I instinctively smoke my cigarette not pulling any of my 'tricks' out yet. Bobby's wearing a t- shirt and looks to be well built. It's hard to tell but seeing the bottom of his biceps, and noting that they are a good size and very tone, I have to assume the rest of his body is very similar. Bobby pauses and I take this as my cue to talk. I lean in closer to Bobby, leaning my left elbow on the table, I blow smoke out of the right corner of my mouth and roll my eyes to the upper right corner like I have practiced in the mirror many times by now, "Bobby, there isn't an easy way to do this so please forgive my being blunt" I let him soak that in and intuitively flick the ash off the end of my cigarette while still holding it, eye level and inches from my face, not caring that there isn't an ashtray around. I continue, "I'm the friend you're here to meet. It's me Bobby, Will. Well.... sort of." I feel the blood rush to my face. This is the moment where things could go in any direction. "Please, before you make any decisions or decide to get up and walk out or do whatever you're gonna do, let me try to explain?" "Hold on." Bobby interrupts. "Before you go any further, you're telling me that you're Will?" It's a fair question. I think he was so blown away that he needed me to go over the very little I had told him. "Yes Bobby, I'm the Will you knew. At least on the inside. You've contacted me at a very strange time in my life. Things weren't like this for me a couple of months ago. You see...." I started telling Bobby about the first time I had anything feminine done to me. It was only a couple of months ago so the story flowed out of me pretty quick and with accuracy I know Bobby appreciated. I left out the part about giving Paul a blow job. Technically I'm still a virgin so why ruin any of that. Bobby sat patiently and listened. I still knew nothing about Bobby so I didn't know what the raised eyebrow looks meant or the tilting of his head every so often but I went on. After what seemed like forever but was really only twenty minutes, I was finished. I stopped and looked at Bobby. Starting to think of what Bobby was faced with I sorta felt for the guy. Here I am, a kid he hasn't seen since we were both little.... boys, now sitting across from him as a 14 year-old girl. But not just a 14 year- old girl but a 14 year-old girl that looked to be around 17 or 18 years- old. A pretty, girly girl with a cute bump and bouncing, beautiful blonde ringlets. Smoking and presenting herself as a confident young woman. I had quickly perfected Macy's look and the young woman I have turned into. Just as Bobby was about to say something a waiter walked up, "Hi, I'm Steve, can I get you two anything?" He asked. "I'll have a large coke please." Bobby asked. Steve the waiter perked up as he turned to me, "And for the young lady???" A twenty something year- old guy, it was obvious he had other intentions. I was pulling a fresh cigarette from my cigarette purse having only finished my last one 15 minutes ago, and suddenly felt like a piece of meat. "I'll have a large Dr. Pepper please." "Sure you don't want a Bloody Mary? It is past noon." The guy thinks I'm 21 and although this is somewhat flattering I feel it's as if he's doing this in front of my new boyfriend. My immaturity is right there under the surface as I'm already thinking of Bobby as my boyfriend. I reach with my left hand for Bobby's right. I cup my hand over Bobby's with a light touch. "No, my boyfriend and I will stick with the soda." I say as I tilt my head to look up at Steven, half of my curls dangling and bouncing on the right side of my head. I give him a smirk and he realizes he's being shot down. Steve turns and walks away as he mutters "Lucky kid". I immediately release bobby's hand and sit straight up. "Sorry about that. I used you for protection." "It's not the first time. Isn't that how we met?" I thought it was sweet that he remembered. I also thought it was a good sign that he was still sitting here. I tried to be cute, "Not only how we met but how we became best friends." I brought the cigarette to my mouth and placed it so it dangled there between my two front teeth and my lower lip. Glancing at Bobby I caught him in an almost glazed over stare, and removed the cigarette from its perch with my right hand so I held both the cigarette and lighter together. "I'm sorry Bobby. I didn't even consider you. Would you mind if I smoke?" Bobby nodded his head back and forth without saying a word. I brought the cigarette back up to the exact same position it had been in before. Bobby finally spoke, "I don't mind. It's kinda strange but I never really noticed a girl smoking till I saw you walking up to the caf?. I was checking you out before I knew who you were. Sorry?" He phrased it as a question. I let it hang in the air as I lit my cigarette. I knew I had him right where I wanted him. Well, to be honest, at the moment I wanted him inside of me. I didn't care where but I wanted to feel Bobby. He had me turned on and I felt my tucked penis start to tingle. I took my first drag and held the cigarette so it pointed straight up in a semi-clenched fist. "Don't feel bad. It's natural for a good lookin young man to check out a good lookin young woman." I smile as I take my left hand and slip it under my curls and rest my face on it, looking for the good girl gone bad look I had admired in the mirror hours before. "So, do you have a girlfriend? Tell me what you've been up to?" I ask, still with my head resting on my hand. I bring the cigarette to my mouth as Bobby starts to answer. Without pause, fingers pointed stiff holding a cigarette with my French manicured fingertips I guide the all-white Marlboro Light 100 towards the right corner of my mouth. I squint my right eye and inhale the smoke with a deep drag. I can see the cherry burn bright out of the inner corner of my left eye. I snap inhale and remove the cigarette with a dramatic motion, captivating Bobby the whole time. He kept going, telling me what he was doing in life and where he went to high school. I exhale a long, white, stream of smoke out of the same corner of my mouth that had just brought all that smoke in, opening and rolling my big green eyes to the upper left. With that Bobby stopped. "Macy, I gotta tell you.... You look sexy doing that. I've never been attracted to a girl who smokes but you're driving me crazy." I purred back in my most sultry voice, "Oh.... Bobby, thank you very much. I love that you approve." Bobby was about to say more just as Steve walked up, "So, what sounds good?" Bobby looked up and spoke "Actually, I can't stay too long. I'm gonna pass on food." I was surprised at his answer. "Same goes for me" I responded. "Very well," Steve answered, "I'll bring your check." Shit! Why was Bobby bailing on me? Was it something I said or did? Did I scare him away or did he really have a good reason? I was definitely disappointed and looked at Bobby for answers. "Sorry Macy but I didn't realize how long we would be here. I kinda figured it would be a quick forty five minute, 'Hey, howa doin' kind of thing. I told my Mom I would meet up with her. She needs help with moving some stuff. I don't wanna let her down. I hope you understand?" Before I could answer he started again. "It was good catching up with you. I enjoyed it." He kind of squirmed in his seat and got suddenly bashful. I grinned, snuffing my cigarette out and finally raising up to hear what he was about to say. "Can we get together sometime soon?" I didn't think he was gonna ask. This is all new to me and I've never really had a girlfriend so I have no experience of my own. Not knowing that maybe I should give Bobby a little time or space, I blurt out, in a pouty sort of way, "What are you doing tonight?" Suddenly the aggressor, I feel like I just put him on the spot. "That's what I was thinking." Was Bobby's reply. It's not what I had expected at all. Having already come up with a plan for this situation I answer without pause. "My Mom will be asleep by 9. I'll have my brothers in bed by that time too. My brother won't be home till the early morning hours. Wanna come over to my place around 9:30? We can play Call of Duty or something. You know? Catch up on stuff." "That sounds Awesome! I'll be there at 9:30." With that Bobby reached for my hand and gave it a little kiss and then some kind of half hand shake that a guy would give a girl. In somewhat of an awkward moment, he let go and proceeded to pull out his wallet. He flopped down a ten dollar bill and said "That should cover it. I'll see you tonight Macy. It was nice meeting you and I look forward to our time together." He was sweet and awkward and I ate it up. Letting me lead was something I was liking. Let me lead until you're inside of me. Then make me your girl. Bobby turned and walked off. I watched him leave and liked what I saw. It was the first time that I had a chance to see Bobby's lower half. Wearing a pair of jeans that fit just right and showed off his butt which I couldn't help but noticing. I had plans for him tonight. Another of Jenny's outfits would come in handy. I wanted to get home and start my plan in motion so I headed out of the caf? for my short walk home. Part 3 A night with Bobby; my first time. I had to shower and wash all of this away, the make-up and the curls. I would start over fresh and give Bobby a different look. I wanted to spoil him. Mom hadn't seen me return and I know if she did, at the very least, I would have to tell her my made up story of what I saw on 'my walk'. I let the shower warm up before getting in and started to undress in front of the mirror. Taking my time, I enjoy each stage of undress until I remove my off-the-shoulder top and am only left with my pink bra on. Disappointed at what I was about to see I turn away. I am embarrassed by my lack of any kind of breast and pray for miracles. It's something I don't wanna see and won't subject myself too. I step in to the shower and let the hot water run down over my skin as I use a makeup wipe on my face. After repeated wipes I knew I was clean. I took the razor that Mom gave me the other night and shaved everywhere I knew was important. I loved the way my silky, soft, shaved skin felt. Once out of the shower I toweled off and brushed my hair straight to dry naturally. I dressed plainly and good thing, Mom was sitting on the couch by the time I got out of my bedroom. "There you are." she said not suspecting me of anything. "Soooo, how was it?" "Ahh, you know, same old shops with nothing new. It was good to be out though." Not offering any details, I learned to skate past any inquiry Mom might have. Satisfied with my answer, she returned to whatever it was she was doing. My plan was in motion. I was going to wait till Mom goes to bed tonight, wait till the kids go to bed and then surprise Bobby with a special outfit. I had come across a school girl uniform that Jenny had left here. That would be my surprise. The kids came home and I went about my usual routine. I had a lot of anxiety and time seemed to slow to a stand-still. Dinner came and passed and everything went as planned. I was getting antsy but was hiding it well. Smoking a cigarette on the back porch seemed to help the passage of time. I don't know how many I smoked out there but if I was lax in one area of hiding my plan, it was that. Finally Mom went to bed around 8:30 and the boys followed shortly after. This was it. Time to get ready and put it all on the line. I WAS SO EXCITED!!! I wrote a note for Bobby so I could get a head start on getting ready. It was 8:45 so I had only 45 minutes to get ready. I was gonna have to move quick. In pretty, flowing cursive I wrote: "Bobby, I'm still getting ready. The doors unlocked. Let yourself in. The X-box is already on. Start without me. I'll be down shortly. Kisses, Macy." And I dabbed a lip print on it for effect. I headed upstairs and started to get ready. Once again, I first reach for my thong. I picked the same cute and lacy black one I had worn earlier in the day. I go through the same thing I did earlier and tuck my genitals inside of me and seemed to have become adept at doing it. Pulling up my thong I was ready for the skirt. I pulled the plaid green skirt up not knowing what to expect. It stopped just above mid-thigh and fit perfect. It had a zipper on the side and when I zipped it up it wanted to ride high on my waste and I let it. It looked cute on me but I was far from finished. Next were the knee-high socks. I rolled them up my legs very similar to the way Mommy showed me how to put on pantyhose. They had 2 cute little green stripes that ran around the top and was capped off by a small green bow in front. I had a cute pair of Mary-Jane platforms that I found in my Mom's closet. I can only assume that they were part of some Halloween costume from years past. I stepped into the heels and strapped them on. Standing without problem I strutted to the closet to grab a bra. I picked my black bra that was very padded. It's one that I have worn on quite a few occasions now. I knew Bobby would like it and that was a good thing. First the tape. I was proud of my cleavage making skills and put them to work tonight. After five minutes of fussing and getting it just perfect I was ready for the bra. The bra went on in one natural maneuver and I was quickly reaching for my friends, my inserts. Once in place I pulled the white shirt out of the closet. I knew which one it was and had seen it hanging there for a long while now. I always wondered what it would like once it was tied in a knot on me. I slipped my arms into the three quarter sleeves and adjusted the neckline. I buttoned the middle button and THAT'S IT! I tied the two long tails into a knot that rested somewhere near my high mid-section. Leaving the top two buttons open was the perfect touch. I walked over to my newly set up vanity with all its liquids and lotions and powders. A cigarette was now ritual when it came time to make myself up. I'll do my hair all at the same time tonight. No bump either, I have to go with bangs, but makeup comes first. I light the long, all white cigarette and take a deep drag as I do. It's almost 9:00 already and I have a ways to go. I move through my makeup pretty quick and pay special attention to my eyes. I want them perfect. Not too dark but nowhere near light. I skillfully apply the mascara and the eyeliner goes on without a problem. After a few quick swipes with the mascara brush I'm ready for the lips. Tonight I pick a bright red lipstick. I put it on heavy and love the glossy effect that it leaves on my lips. I immediately reach for the cigarette. I know what to expect as I watch myself in the mirror. After a long drag I open my mouth slightly as my lips stick to the filter of the cigarette. There's a large red ring of lips at the end of the filter. It's an instant turn on for me. Knowing that I'm the girl that left that starts a stirring in my groin. I have no time for that now though. Time for the hair, and of course the pigtails. There would be no other way to top this off. I take the comb and draw an imaginary line down the center of my head. I section the left side off and just let the right side hang. I wrap a ponytail holder around my wrist and get to work on the high pigtail that I'm looking for. Using both hands in a sweeping motion I work at a fevered pace to get the desired look. Once I have the tail positioned high on my head, I take the holder and wrap and twist and wrap and twist several times. Once secured I take the single pigtail and spread the ends apart as if I'm shucking an ear of corn. I repeat the process on the right side. I now have two pigtails high upon my head. I shake my head back and forth with pure joy as I watch my hair whip the same way. I stop, tilt my head and flash a large, gorgeous smile. Almost done. Next I curl my bangs. When I release the curling iron I'm left with a half barrel curl that covers my forehead and stops at my eyebrows. Perfect and I love the way it bounces. I know what comes next. The hardest part but the one that's gonna do the most for Bobby. Ringlets in my tails. I start on the left side sectioning hair, grabbing it in the iron, rolling it, spraying it, holding it and then releasing it. Each curl a perfect, tight spiral that just hung there in mid-air. Bouncing with every move I made. I fashioned about four tight curls in each tail. Once I was that far I put the iron down and started arranging the curls. They were like pom pom's hanging there. I separated the curls like Mom showed me until there were eight distinct, well defined, stiff curls. I heard the front door open quietly. It was him. I was almost done. I had a little jewelry to put on and then would be ready. I stood in front of my full length mirror and posed. Several posse's trying to find the ones I would use later. I was pleased. In front of me stood a cute, young girl. I didn't mind at how young I looked tonight. It was the look I was going for. I would be Bobby's little girl tonight. Submissive at times and dominating at others. I was ready for this and wanted to do it right. I grabbed my smokes, put my glasses on and quietly headed for the bedroom door. Slowly twisting the knob and stepping into the hallway I can already spot my Mom. Her bedroom door is open and she's passed out. I reach from the hall and close her door at a snail's pace. The last thing I need is to explain myself, dressed like this headed to the living room where I was sure to find Bobby. The door closed without incident and I tip toed down the hall to what I hoped to be a life changing moment. I got to the top of the stairs and could see Bobby from where I was at. He was already in to the game and started to think maybe playing Call of Duty wasn't such a good idea after all. Would he be into the game more than he would be into me? I stand there for a second and say to myself 'Fuck it. I'm gonna do this'. I pull a cigarette out of its box and light it. Tucking the pack into my waistband, I move like a ninja to Bobby. I don't want to scare him as I stand behind him for a few seconds, knowing that the smoke from my cigarette will soon give away my position. I eventually move to his side and barely touch him on the shoulder. "In a quite tone I say, "Hey, you made it. I'm glad you're here." Bobby turned his head and looked up on me. Guessing he was amazed at my look he instantly stood. "Wow. You look amazing Macy." We stood about of foot apart just look at each other's face. I didn't know what to say or do and felt the need to say something. I raised the cigarette to take a drag but stopped still holding the smoke a few inches from my face, "Sit down Sweetie." I motioned for him to have a seat wondering why I called him Sweetie. I took my drag and bent down to rest the cigarette in mother's ashtray. I couldn't see if Bobby was looking at me because my vision was blocked by the curly ponytail that was hanging on the left side of my face. I turned my head his way and puffed a hard stream of air to move the hair from out of my way. The curls flew out a bit and returned to their position. I giggled and stood up wiping the stray hairs from my face. "I wanna play too" I say as I turn and sit on the cushion next to Bobby. As I sit and wobble around on the cushion first pulling my skirt out from under me then as I get comfortable I cross my right leg over my left. Satisfied with how I'm sitting I bend forward and pick up a controller off of the small table that sits in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Bobby staring at me. I don't say anything yet because I don't want to embarrass him. We start to play and Bobby starts to loosen up. Time passes quickly as we chat about all kinds of stuff. Bobby was playing way better than I was and I used the excuse of being rusty and letting him win. He wouldn't have any of it and we ribbed each other back and forth. After about an hour I started to get bored. I could play video games with the boys if that's what I wanted to do. I had died early in a round and was tired of waiting to re-spawn. My mind started to wonder and I started to feel mischievous. Having just lit a cigarette I decide to try to frustrate Bobby so he puts the controller down. I want attention. Careful not to burn him, I start to move in Bobby's direction. I'm gonna straddle him whether he wants me to or not. I think it's the only way I can get him to make a clean break from the game. I sort of roll and start to move my left leg across him. "What the" he says turning his head in a quick motion to me then back to the game. I keep moving. With my right hand holding a burning cigarette and resting on his left shoulder I start to move my left hand across his body. "What are you...." he blurts out in an innocent tone. Moving his head side to side to try and see around me. I shift my weight so I am now facing him, our faces only about six inches apart. I'm completely in front of him now as his arms are by his side. "There you are" I finally say and give him a goofy grin. "Here I am" he says back. It's at this moment that I now know that he doesn't know what to do either. We're two young kids, unsure of what to do, that are about to perform the ultimate act of making love. This is my hope anyway. I look up and take another drag off of my cigarette. Without looking, my hand goes down and puts the cigarette out. I move my left hand to Bobby's neck and speak while I rub his neck. I feel the stubble on his neck and am instantly turned on. Smoke moves from my mouth, as I notice, and direct it skyward with a fast tilt of my head. I move my right hand to Bobby's chest. He flexes as I touch him and his hard pectoral muscle is explored as I feel the definition of his hard muscle. He's well-built and I want to fondle his chest. I want to run my hands all over his pecks. I want to play with his nipples, suck on them. I want to nuzzle my cheek on his sternum but I can't right now. As far as I can tell, I can have my way with him but I got to get him to reciprocate first. "Kiss me Bobby" I kind of moan. Bobby moved his hands to cup my face. Each hand on the sides of my face with my cheek bones straddled over his middle fingers. He moved his face closer to mine as he gently pulled me close to him. Our lips met and I closed my eyes. Bobby knew how to kiss and I let him lead to see what his next move would be. After only a few seconds I felt Bobby's mouth start to open and his tongue move forward. I eagerly accepted and moved my tongue to his. Our tongue's snaked around each other and I was in pure bliss. I broke the kiss after what I think was a full minute. I was too hot and needed more. Backing away slightly, I reach for the button on Bobby's pants. "Will you let me give you kisses down there Robert Timothy?" I breathed. Remembering his middle name and calling him by his full name added a touch of intimacy and I hoped it would give me my way. Bobby nodded his head slowly. "Are you sure we're safe down here?" He was worried about my Mom and I hadn't even thought of her or the boys up there sleeping. "We'll be fine. Trust me." I said as I started to dismount him. I dropped to my knees and pulled hard at the button securing his jeans. I pulled so hard that his zipper came open with the same motion as the button. I was surprised to see the bulge from his penis so high up in his underwear. Without even thinking I took my three middle fingers from my right hand and scratched at the bulge. Not hard but more like a tickle. "Ohh, Bobby. I like that honey." I said as I bit my lower lip with my two front teeth. "Let's get these off of you" I bossed as my hands moved to remove his pants. Bobby raised his pelvis as I pulled the pants. They slipped off and I stopped at his knees. "I want them all the way off Sweetie." I kept moving and started to take his shoes off. Untying them and removing them by cupping the heel, I had the shoes off in two quick swipes. I moved the pants over his knees and then pulled at the foot of the pants. They came off and I glanced up at Bobby. He sat there almost in a state of shock mixed with ecstasy. I had him in a trance. I moved in for the 'kill', I placed my teeth in a non-biting fashion on his cock. As I moved slowly up and down, letting my teeth graze his member, it started to harden. With two fingers and a thumb from each hand, I slowly slide Bobby's briefs down. The back comes down about halfway and the front conveniently tucks under his sack. Bobby is neatly trimmed and I am appreciative for that. His balls form a tight sack that I wanna tickle. I know it's a bad move right now and decide not to do it. His penis was now at least three quarters erect and I couldn't wait any longer. I slid his dick into my mouth. I went down to the base of the shaft. I have long known that my gag reflex is lighter than most. I would say I don't have one but know I can force myself to throw up. As I slid slowly up the shaft he twitched. I exhaled a breath and found that it was hard to breathe because of the size of his cock. He was HUGE. Not huge as in gigantic but I was guessing he was just over 7 inches. It's the biggest penis I had ever seen. Way bigger than mine and probably 2 inches bigger than Paul's. Without releasing his dick from my mouth I tapped around with my right arm searching for my pack of cigarettes. I wanted to make Bobby cum with minimal effort on my part. I wanted him to cum just by the visual experience I was about to provide. My hand found the pack and I finally let him go. "I think you'll like this" I say in a loud whisper. I pull a cigarette out by my teeth and proceed to light it. I can tell Bobby is along for the ride, he's game for anything. I pull on the cigarette as if it were my last. My cheeks strain inward as I snap the cigarette away, holding it between my pointer and middle fingertips. With the smoke still in my lungs I move back to his crotch. Taking his now stiff penis in my lips I slide down his shaft slowly exhaling. I return back up just as I finish the exhale. His large shaft is surrounded in a cloud of smoke. I take my right hand, the hand holding the cigarette, and move to stroke his shaft. With two fingers held straight out, the long cigarette looks dangerous. I take the remaining three fingers and wrap it around his cock. I start to stroke, slowly, up and down. Bobby throws his head back. I have him right where I want him and know it. I switch hands and bring the cigarette back up as Bobby turns his attention back to me. Again, I return my mouth back to his unit. Bobby places his right hand on the back of my head massaging my part. I exhale while moving my head slowly up and down. I crane my neck and tilt my head to my left so Bobby can see his cock moving in and out of my mouth. My left ponytail tickles his pelvis as the curls flicker on the bone. He takes my right ponytail and I can feel him playing with my curls. This drives me nuts I start to bob up and down a little quicker. "Babbby, I'm about to cum...." He moans. I break from my job for a second and bring the cigarette to my lips. Barely moving from his shaft I snap inhale and moan back, "Make me your girl Robert Timothy." I returned just in time for Bobby to release in my mouth. It was a surprise and because of the smoke in my lungs, I had to swallow. His load was huge and seemed to be non-stop. My only choice was to exhale through my nose which I did without problems. His penis clinched several times and every time it did a spurt shot from it. He was delicious and I took it all in and to be sure I grip the base of Bobby's shaft and pull upward, Like I were squeezing a tube of tooth paste to get the last bit. The move pays off and I lick the drop off. I moved my mouth from his dick, "All clean" I proudly say. My saliva created a shine all over the head of his penis and it looked amazing. I raise my right hand, the hand holding the half smoked cigarette and with my ring finger, wipe the corner of my mouth. I look at the finger and see a small dollop of cum. I stick the finger into my mouth and suck the last of his juices. "Can you do that again?" The selfish part of me asks. "You mean cum? Probably not but I can try." Still game for anything I'm happy with his answer. "Good" I say as I bend to my right to extinguish my cigarette. "Go to my room. Make sure you do it quietly. I'm gonna go to the bathroom and I'll be in after I'm done." I order. Noticing that I came off bossy, I tell Bobby in my sweet, little girl voice "I'm gonna go freshen up. I wanna finish this though. Have I made my man happy?" Bobby nods his head up and down without saying a word. "I'm having a great time but it's about to get better." I go on, "I'll see you in a couple minutes, k?" I pat his leg and stand. Still the perfect picture of beauty, my hair didn't even get messed up. I bend over at the waste, straight legged, and grab my cigarettes. Before standing up I look at Bobby. He's still in shock and I realize the poor guy has to get his pants on before going to my room and I let him know. "You better put those on before heading up." "Yeah, no kidding" he says finally catching his breath. I instantly knew I had made an obvious statement. I stand and walk to the upstairs bathroom without looking back. "For what I just did with Bobby, I still think I look pretty hot", I whispered to the bathroom mirror. I refreshed my lipstick and blew myself a kiss. I hear my bedroom door but barely. I can't tell if it was opening or closing. I had lost all sense of time and figured that I was just in the moment. "Did Bobby say he was coming in after me?" I asked myself. Bobby sat on the corner of Macy's bed, pants on, looking around the room and taking everything in that's happened so far. He sat there for a full five minutes waiting for Macy to return. He had to pee and knew that if he waited a second longer there would be a puddle of piss on the floor, Bobby crept like a ninja to the bathroom. He figured that whatever Macy was doing, it wasn't using the toilet. He assumed she was checking her make-up. Bobby turned the knob slowly, cracked the door open and poked his head in. He was surprised when he opened the door to find Macy staring at him with hungry eyes, leaning back against the sink, a lit cigarette and her bra exposed underneath her unbuttoned shirt. God she was gorgeous. "Bobby," I whispered, "I wanted to thank you again for tonight." I said in a cloud of smoke through an exhale. Bobby didn't say a word. He grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him. My arms wrapped around his neck and our lips wrapped in a fiery embrace. This was no time for gentle exploration, my tongue ravaged his mouth, and his hands squeezed my back and groped my sweet ass. "I want you so much," Bobby breathed. "I know, you made me feel so sexy." "You are sexy." "Let's do this, Bobby." Our mouths create an impenetrable suction as our tongues dance. Bobby held me tight to him, our hips pressed together. My hands explore Bobby's chest, unbuttoning his button down shirt becoming impatient I rip his shirt open. Chest bare, I begin kissing his pecks, licking his nipples in a circular motion, and then sucking them as my hands reach down to squeeze his hard ass. Bobby clutched my hips in his hands, and spun me around. I could feel his rock hard cock throbbing against the small of my back. I wanted that cock more than anything in the world. "Fuck me Paul, please fuck me." I moan "You're mine tonight Macy," Bobby said as he ripped my skirt and panties to the floor. "I want you to fill me with your love," I say, stepping out of my panties and skirt, and up onto the toilet bowl. Straddling the bowl, with one foot on each side of the lid, I tilt my head slightly back as I take a drag off the still lit cigarette. I turn my head to face Bobby, and thrust a finger into my mouth, wrapping my juicy red lips around my knuckle while exhaling through my nose. With my back to Bobby, I squat, searching with my free hand for his hard cock. I find it and pull it out of his pants. Bobby threw his pants and briefs down, and stood straight up. Squatting in front of him, standing on the bowl with my back to him, I wrap my French Manicured hand around his throbbing penis, and lead it directly to my hole. I am amazed at how natural this seems, considering that no man had ever penetrated my hole. Exquisite pain filled my body, and I let out an erotic little yelp as Bobby's head poked through. The pain turned to pleasure, and I lean down to accept more of his manhood into my hole. I rise up and ride his cock, lifting up to feel the friction, and then down as my ass meets his thrusting hips. My hole seems to wrap around the monster, we became one as I ride up and down. The pleasure is hypnotic, and I throw my head back and to the side so that my tongue can meet his, our lips lock in a loving embrace. "Make me your girlfriend," I pant between kisses. "I'll do anything for you," Bobby says as his muscular biceps support my motions while wrapped around my petite waste. "Cum inside me, I want you to fill me up." Bobby threw his head back, stood straight up and groaned as he exploded into me, my feet now dangling off of the floor as his exploding member and his left arm wrapped tightly around me are the only things keeping me off of the floor. Filling me with more, hot, surging fluid. I reach my hand behind Bobby's neck, body arching onto his rock hard rod and squeeze hard as I accept his warm deposit. When he was through, I turned my head to him and kiss him as I had never kissed anyone before. I pull my face back and looked deeply into his eyes. "You took my virginity," I say. "And you took mine" he replies, "Macy, I love you."