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Life after Bikini Beach: Chapter 3
In the half-awake fog of morning, I yearned to satisfy what I had denied
myself last night. I reached down to slip my finger into my vagina and
came fully awake when my hand felt my erect penis. It immediately went
limp, my desire drained by the sudden realization that I was Ryan once
more.
I wanted to lose my virginity. Tasha's virginity. Ryan had lost his last
summer during a short fling with Brittany Jenkins. Right now, I wanted
nothing more than to sink into the clean embrace of Tasha's lacy white
comforter, spread my legs, and get impaled by Mike as I screamed over and
over and over again. Visions of Tasha's vibrator once again hovered in my
mind, even though it now existed in a non-existent alternative dimension.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I hurled aside my plain brown coverlet with one sweep of my arm and jumped
out of bed. I stood before my full length mirror in my boxer shorts, with
my familiar messy sprawl of clothes, model cars, and sports equipment
visible behind me in the reflection. I flexed my muscles to remind myself
who I was.
Those freaky thoughts will go away as soon as I get back to being me.
I tried to believe it. But, even as I told myself that I would forget
Tasha's desires, an impending sense of doom screamed that I was lying to
myself.
The next week was hell. I went to school on Monday, hoping that the
enforced structure would bring back my proper frame of mind. Nothing could
be further from the truth. I could not help but watch the girls around me.
They say that men think of sex about ever six seconds. Every time I saw a
cute girl and thought about sex, I saw Tasha getting penetrated by Mike,
and then a succession of other men.
I thought the macho world of football practice would bring me to my
senses. Instead, I imagined myself laying on top of a blocking dummy as I
got gang banged by the entire team. By the time Friday arrived, I was a
complete wreck.
That's why I went to Bikini Beach rather than get ready for the first home
football game of the season. I had to exorcise Tasha from my mind.
When I approached the ticket booth, Selene stared with undisguised concern
at the computer screen before her. Finally, she said, "Are you sure?"
"Tasha's driving me crazy. I have to do something to get her out of my
brain. Letting her have her way might bring me some peace."
"Be careful Ryan. You can't make any mistakes. You know the consequences."
I nodded. "I can't live like this."
This time, I bought a two-day pass to make sure that Tasha would not have
to race against her transformation curfew. As I walked into the now
familiar Men's locker room, a sense of eager anticipation bubbled deep
inside instead of the dread that I had felt last week. I was going to be
Tasha. And I was going to get fucked.
I entered the now familiar Men's locker room, put my clothes in a locker
and headed for the shower in a pair of swim trunks. I turned on the shower
and the pink mist embraced my body as it worked its magic. In short order,
I was half my former weight and nearly a foot shorter. Just at that
moment, I marveled at my slender fingers, narrow hands, and small bones. I
looked in the full length mirror and noticed that, this time, a red bikini
had appeared on my body without the need for me to collect the top from a
park employee.
I guess the topless part was to confront the new transformee with their
gender status and to create an opportunity for someone to explain the
rules. Since I had known what was coming, no such encounter was needed.
I still found it hard to believe that I could look so deliciously whole as
such a tiny, fragile creature. I ran my little hands over my soft, firm
skim.
Sweetie, this time, we're not letting this magnificent body go to waste.
Rather than head into the park, I walked directly back to my locker. The
bland t-shirt and jeans Ryan had arrived in had become a pair of white
short-shorts, a sleeveless red top with a scooped neck, a heart necklace
that dangled just above my cleavage, and a pair of open toe black booties
with three-inch stiletto heels.
I stripped off my bikini and stuffed it into my big beach bag. Now naked,
I looked back at the full length mirror and smiled. Everything was smooth
and perfect. But, this time, I didn't want to fuck her---I wanted to get
fucked by Mike. Even the thought of sex caused my perky boobs to tingle.
Oh yeah, I'm ready.
I blew a kiss at myself in the mirror and put on my clothes. I checked my
makeup in the vanity above the bathroom sinks and walked out the door with
my purse over my shoulder. This time I enjoyed the slight bobble of my
breasts as I walked and the lithe grace of my swaying hips. Tasha's
natural sense of balance was superb after her years of gymnastics and you
could see it in how she moved.
I was one tight and curvy little package.
I strutted out to my car, which had been transformed from a Subaru WRX
into an apple green Fiat 500 convertible. I put on a pair of big goggly
sunglasses and put the top down. That way, the guys could honk at me as I
drove down the freeway.
I would have liked to drive to Mike's house and attack him, but I knew he
would be getting ready for tonight's game. That meant I would have to
perform for the cheer squad before hooking up with Mike, but that wasn't
really a problem. For some reason, my determination to lose my virginity
had driven out any fear I had about my first appearance as a cheerleader.
Instead, I looked forward to it.
I returned home, grabbed my cheer bag, and headed out the door. Inside the
Girls locker room, I stripped off my clothes without even so much as a
cursory glance at any of my squadmates as we changed. I dressed in my
green and yellow cheer uniform and put up my hair in a high pony tail. I
grabbed my makeup bag and jostled for mirror space to put on my "game
face".
I had brought bolder, heavier color than I did for normal day, or evening
wear. Cheerleaders needed to use heavy, water-proof makeup so our faces
didn't wash out under the lights.
My bright red lips made my white teeth blaze forth from my lightly tanned
face. I mascaraed my eyebrows as well as my eyelashes to make sure they
showed up from the grandstands. I drew thick black lines with a liquid
eyeliner instead of the pencil I normally used. My added so much rouge to
my cheeks that I almost felt like a clown. To gauge if I got the look just
right, I backed far away from the mirror and looked at the completed
effect.
Perfect!
Mike gave me a perfunctory wave when he came onto the field for pregame
warmups, but then he did a double take and stared at me. He kept looking
back at me through his pregame drills. When he came off the field for
final instructions inside the locker room, he chose a path that would take
him right past me. When he stood less than a foot away, he said, "I'm
surprised."
I stood as straight as I could and thrust out my chest with my hands on my
hips as I looked up at him. I let my gaze travel up from his jock enhanced
crotch to his face before I replied, "Do you like what you see?"
"Always."
"Then I'll meet you at the after-party. Your house?"
He nodded. "Everyone will be there. Though it won't be much fun if we
lose."
I snorted, which really wasn't as vulgar as it sounds coming from the
small openings in Tasha's button nose. "That's why girls are smarter than
boys. I don't intend to let a silly game get in the way of my fun."
Let him chew on that in the locker room!
The cheer squad gathered on the sideline before taking the field for our
pre-game routine. The 16 varsity cheerleaders and 16 jv team members all
put our hands in with Coach Cassie. In the privacy of the huddle, she
said, "Ladies, let's dance like we're going to get some!"
All 32 of us let out high pitched "woo's" as we thrust our hands in the
air. Many girls could not help but giggle at our coach's innuendo as we
took the field.
At this point, I let my Tasha instincts to take over. I had no other
choice if I wanted to perform a routine I had never practiced.
I had to admit it was fun to strut my stuff in front of the crowd. Our
routine was only three minutes longs; yet, the energy level was so high
that all of us were breathing hard at the end. I had been elevated, flew
high into the air, and landed after twirling like a gymnast dismounting
from the parallel bars.
After the routine was done, we lined up in front of the south end zone in
a double line, behind the banner painted by one of the art class geeks.
The team broke through the paper mural and ran onto the field to the
applause of the crowd.
I had to admit, posing in the classic cheerleader stance with one leg bent
forward on a pointed toe while thrusting out my butt behind me and waving
my pom poms was a lot of fun. And I wouldn't wake up with black and blue
reminders in the morning.
Certainly, we played a distant second fiddle to the football team, but I
don't think any of us really cared.
We cheered during breaks in the game---and they're many more than you
think---and watched the boys battle on the field during plays. It was MUCH
more fun than sitting in the stands. Though, I suppose it might be a real
chore in cold weather cities. And, yes, the game went our way.
We scored 24 points before the first half ended, while giving up only a
lone field goal. Mike was all over the field with a forced fumble, two
broken up passes and five tackles that I counted. We easily finished out
our first win for a 34-10 romp.
Mike came up to me after the game. As he stood before me, I reached up
with both arms and clasped my hands behind his neck. Pressing against him
in a tight hug, I said, "You were great out there!"
He looked down at me with wide-eyes and said, "What are you doing here,
Tasha?"
In my sweetest voice, I replied, "Cheering on my boyfriend. What else
should I be doing?"
I could tell he yearned to ask, "Why are you acting like you want to fuck
me?" But, the last thing he wanted was to do was say anything that hinted
at criticism. He had to be frustrated that he had to go back to the
locker-room instead of taking me right there.
I have to admit, I enjoyed teasing him. He was still trying to persuade me
to give him what I had already decided to surrender.
I returned to the Girls locker room only long enough to grab my cheer bag.
I hopped in my little Fiat 500 and buzzed over to Mike's house. Last year,
his place had become the designated after-game party location due to being
less than two miles from the school as well as having a large house with a
pool. And parents willing to tolerate teenage high jinks---which
supposedly did not include alcohol, but people regularly sneaked out to
imbibe prohibited substances and returned to the party.
When I pulled up in front of Mike's house, I reached under my skirt and
pulled off my cheer shorts. I left my uniform on and walked around to the
backyard where a few people were already sitting around the pool eating
grilled burgers and hot dogs.
Mike appeared so quickly he must have no more than ran through the shower
and charged home. When he rushed into the backyard already wearing his
swim trunks, I was primly sitting on a patio chair with my legs crossed
and my skirt carefully pulled down. After he greeted a few of our
schoolmates, I stood up and gave him a hug---which became a kiss, which
then became french. My whole body tingled as he enveloped me in his arms.
He broke the kiss and without a word he took my hand and led me to the
pool house. We didn't stop there because house etiquette allowed Mike's
guests to use the pool house as a changing room. Inside the door, he
picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.
He was easily strong enough to open and close the bedroom door while
holding me aloft in his strong right arm. I could feel his chest muscles
bulge against my soft skin as he carried me through the house. I could not
help but marvel and his easy strength.
He gently laid me on the bed. I smiled up at him as I tilted up my pelvis
and spread my legs with languorous grace. His eyes widened as he saw my
bare vagina.
He stood paralyzed for a long moment. His muscles twitched with crazed
uncertainty until he ripped off his trunks and leaped on top of me. As he
sprawled over me, I lifted my lips to his ear and whispered, "I want to
get fucked in my cheer uniform."
I held up a condom before him. No matter how much I wanted him inside me,
I was not about to risk my identity to fulfill a romance-novel vision of
graceful sex.
He put on the Magnum with practiced ease and then attacked me. He quickly
positioned himself above my pelvis and then thrust inside me. As his
engorged penis rammed into me, I squealed in real pain. Like many athletic
girls, I had long ago broken my hymen (in a balance beam training
accident); but, I simply was not used to something so large inside of me.
Even though it hurt, I kept going---trying to attune my hip undulations to
his more powerful thrusts.
His muscles tensed. A series of grunts escaped his mouth and his body
suddenly went limp. After what seemed like an eternity, but what I knew
had to be a brief moment, he rolled off of me as his breathing rapidly
relaxed into a normal rhythm. I had just lost my virginity.
As we lay in the dark room, I could hear the thrum of music, the happy
chatter that followed victory, and random splashes as our friends cavorted
in the pool. In the dim light that bled through the bedroom window from
the party outside, I looked at Mike's lithe body and I wondered why I had
fought so hard against what we had just done.
I rolled against him and began to kiss the ridged muscles of his stomach.
Then I began to draw a wet trail down it with my warm tongue as I slowly
moved lower and lower. Finally, I cupped the dangling sack between his
legs with my right hand and gently pulsed the twin nuggets lost in the
loose flesh. I wrapped my palm around his flaccid member. As my I massaged
his flesh, I could feel him slowly stiffen until my palm throbbed with
heat.
I rose from the bed and positioned myself over him on my knees. I smiled
down at him---a teasing, sultry smile until I could see the yearning build
in his eyes. And then I impaled myself on him.
I gasped as he entered me, and I started pistoning on him in a crazed
frenzy until screams burst out of my mouth. My breath blasted out of my
mouth in ragged gasps. The warmth kept building, building and building
throughout my body until the front of my brain exploded with pleasure as
the orgasm washed over me.
I collapsed on top of him. My bones felt like they had turned into
pudding. My body melted against his much larger one.
We made love two more times before I thought to look at the clock. It read
11:15.
I whispered, "I should go."
He drowsily replied, "Why? Your curfew isn't until twelve."
"I know, but I still need to clean up. And I'd like to get home early so
my mother doesn't suspect anything."
"Okay," he conceded. Then he added, "You were fantastic."
I smiled back at him. "You were pretty wonderful, too."
How insipid can we get?
I climbed out of the bed. Once on my feet, I gave him a slow, teasing
smile and stretched my hands above my head while thrusting out my right
hip as I displayed my naked body to him. Just as his gaze ran over my form
I turned my back on him and glided to the bathroom, making sure to sway my
butt as I walked.
The bright light of the bathroom startled me when I flipped the switch. I
glanced at my reflection and noted my disheveled hair with satisfaction.
Looking at myself for a moment, I turned the tap and waited to make sure
the water had warmed before stepping into the shower.
I spotted a bottle of shampoo and lathered it into my hair. I had no
concern about my mom spotting my wet hair, since she knew that our typical
after-party location sported a pool. After working the suds through my
hair, I used them to soap down my body. I could not help but run my hands
up and down myself, cupping my breasts as I could feel the warmth begin to
build in my vagina once again. What I really wanted was for Mike to walk
in and ravish me in the shower, but that would not help me get home
anytime soon.
I rinsed myself off and turned off the water. I carefully wrung out my
hair, amazed at how much water still clung to the sopping mat. Once I was
assured that I wouldn't drip on the floor, I stepped out and dried myself
with a big fluffy beach towel. Once dry, I hung the towel back on it's
ring and walked into the bedroom stark naked.
I slowly dressed in my cheer outfit as Mike watched. I half-expected him
to attack me, but he remained in the bed as I pulled the uniform over my
head, and bent over to put on my bootie socks and my athletic shoes. Once
dressed,I stood over the foot of the bed and said, "Call me, tomorrow. I
bought a two day pass. We can do something."
I turned and strutted out of the room.
I walked out of the pool house. I gave no more than cursory recognition to
the many friendly greetings I received from the mad swirl of teenagers
outside. I did not let the mayhem deter me from my goal. I walked through
the crowd, out of the Mike's backyard gate and hurried to my car.
I drove home singing along to a Taylor Swift song that blared from my
radio. Ryan was no fan of country music, but Tasha loved the female-
oriented ballads that seemed to dominate the genre in recent years.
My mom again greeted me from the living room as I walked in the door. She
asked, "How was the game?"
I sat down next to her on the sofa, ignoring the television turned to some
Lifetime movie---which I recognized by the channel logo at the top of the
screen. I replied, "It was great mom. We won, and the squad nailed all of
our routines. This year looks like it's going to be a lot of fun."
"Did you see the boy you went to the dance with last week?"
"Of course, he's the defensive team captain. He had a big game."
I don't know if she recognized that our regular post-game party location
was the house of my new boyfriend. My memory told me that I had given her
the name of Mike's parents and the address last year, but I don't know if
she connected it with the name of my date from last week. I knew she'd
figure it out eventually, but I wasn't going to tell her until she came up
with it on her own.
"You're home early."
Tasha usually pushed her curfews to the last minute. A sudden stab of fear
hit me as I wondered if I had made a mistake by leaving early in order to
allay her suspicions. However, I did not let that doubt enter my voice as
I replied, "I'm tired. We had a busy week."
My mom seemed to accept that answer, and returned her attention to her
television show. Part of me wanted to tell her that I had lost my
virginity tonight and to share my happiness with her. But, I knew that
wasn't possible. She would worry that I would get pregnant. I was just as
worried about such an outcome; I wasn't ready to have a baby.
Rather than say anything, I rose from the couch and headed up the stairs
to my room. I turned on my MP3 player to obscure the sound of my voice,
and I pulled out my cell phone. I wanted to tell Jen about losing my
virginity; but, given her status as the Information Queen, I knew that was
a bad idea. Having sex with your boyfriend was hardly scandalous, but
spreading the news to every corner of the known universe was still a bit
tacky. Instead, I called Shellie.
She picked up immediately. I could tell she was still at the party from
the background noise.
"Hey, girl. Why did you take off so soon."
"We did it."
"You had sex with Mike?"
"Yes."
"How was it?"
"Won-der-ful," I gushed, elongating the syllables with happy emphasis. "Do
you see him?"
"Yes. He's chowing down on burgers and talking to a bunch of the football
guys. I think they're drinking spiked cokes."
I didn't want to ask, but she sensed what I truly wanted to know. "Your
name hasn't come up once. And he hasn't talked to any other girl."
"Thanks, sis."
"Where are you?"
"I'm home, in my bed, wearing my pink satin chemise and thinking how I'd
like him to be under the covers with me."
"You did have a good time."
"Uh huh. I'm cuddling with my lavender teddy bear to keep me company."
"You've got it bad."
"I know."
"Hey, Tash," she said, pronouncing the shortened version of my name with
the long A. "I need to get back to the party. I'm so happy for you. We'll
talk later."
"Have fun, Shel. Call me tomorrow."
I put my phone on my side table before going to the bathroom. My damp hair
spread out underneath me on the bed. I could not let myself sleep with it
wet or I would look like a wreck in the morning. That was the last thing I
needed when Mike called me. I blow dried my hair for a good fifteen
minutes and then put it in a bun at the nape of my neck for good measure.
With my hair out of the way, I was ready for bed.
As I nestled in the sheets, I was glad I had sprung for the two day pass.
Even though we had finished well before my midnight witching hour, waking
up as Ryan would have been WRONG the morning after losing my virginity. I
needed a time to process how I felt about everything I had done that
evening. And, best of all, I fully intended to enjoy a follow-up
engagement with Mike the next day.
I woke a little after 9 o'clock. I smiled at the canopy over my head and
put my teddy bear back on my side table. I laid back in the bed and just
enjoyed a lazy Saturday morning. I felt so pretty and sexy in a way that I
doubted Ryan, or any other man, ever could. As I nestled under my covers,
I parted my legs and lay spread-eagled under the sheets, imagining what
Mike would do to me that afternoon. Erotic images percolated through my
cranium as my sanity floated away on imagined sexual bliss. Only after
fantasy Mike had finished with me did the abused ache from my vagina
register on my consciousness. The poor little girl was sore after last
night's pounding. However, I wasn't going to let her stop me. I had
another full day of being Tasha and I intended to enjoy every moment of
it.
Calvin Harris' "I need your love" began to rise from my phone. I instantly
knew it was Mike (who I had put in my phone as MIKE!). I wondered if that
would become three exclamation points now that I had given my virginity to
him before I hit the answer button.
"Hi, Mike. I'm glad you called."
The silence from the other end lashed me out of my morning-after bliss.
His uncertainty screamed from the static. I guess I couldn't blame him.
How to deal with your formerly best male friend whose vagina you ravished
last night is not something you could learn from Miss Manners.
"Are you okay?"
I chirped, "I'm great. How are you?"
"Horny."
Well, so much for uncertainty. I suppose my happy response told him to
continue playing the randy boyfriend. Which was good, because I had done
enough by showing up at our home opener as Tasha. He could chase after me
from now on.
"So it's just another day, right?"
He knew better than to answer "yes". After a short hesitation, his voice
fell into a serious tone as he said, "No. Last night I was with you. And,
now, I want nothing more than to see you again."
"Well," I answered in a similarly flat tone, "that may, or may not,
happen. But first you have to ask."
I was learning how to neutralize Mike's advantage in size, power, and
dominance with his own desires. The trick was to not let him know that I
wanted it just as bad as he did.
In fact, I probably needed it more than he did. If he didn't want more
after last night, I'd curl into a little ball in my huge bed and hide from
the world.
"Tasha, can I see you again today?"
"I'd be delighted, Michael. What do you have in mind?"
That was a cue for him to talk dirty to me, but he either missed it or
ignored me. Instead, he answered, "I'll pick you up around one. You can
tell your mom we're going to watch the Girls soccer game. Instead, I'll
take you to the park."
I knew what he had in mind. We had a huge public park nearby with an
isolated spot protected by trees from prying eyes. We could drive to it in
his mom's SUV and be relatively sure that we wouldn't see another soul---
even in the middle of the afternoon.
"Sounds good."
I jumped into the shower and thoroughly washed my body. I also decided to
shampoo and blow dry my hair, which took much longer than Ryan was
accustomed to spend on his personal grooming. I, however, still had legs
and underarms to shave, lotion to put on my legs, eyebrows to pluck
(Ouch!), a bikini line to trim, hair to style, and birth control to take.
After spending an eternity in the bathroom, I went downstairs and rousted
about for some breakfast. I was just about to grab Ryan's typical pop
tarts and doughnut when I realized those things were missing from the
pantry. Instead, the refrigerator was filled with yogurt, the table held a
full basket of fruit, and my mom had left the Special K on the table. I
resigned myself to a healthy breakfast that would help maintain my figure.
After eating, I found myself reflexively cleaning the counter-tops where I
had prepared my meal, the table, and policing up the sink for good
measure---none of which would have been part of Ryan's routine.
I spent most of the afternoon figuring out what I wanted to wear. I
settled on a pair of white short-shorts, a scoop necked pink top, and a
pink lace bra and panty set. I would have liked to add heels, but that
would have been ridiculous for a soccer game. No need to insult my
mother's intelligence. I redid the polish on my fingers and toes, and
shaped my nails with a file.
By the time I had put on my day makeup, Mike had rung the doorbell
downstairs.
Good god, how could that have taken so long?
Not that it mattered. I was ready to go.
I opened the door before my Mom could hear the doorbell from the backyard,
where she was puttering in her garden. I grabbed my purse, greeted Mike
with a kiss, and headed out the door. I noticed that Mike had indeed taken
his mom's Ford Explorer instead of his own car. He should get away with
it, since his parents always played a full round of golf on Saturdays---as
well as socialized at their country club.
The drive to the park was a blur. I wasn't interested in the sunshine, the
glory of late summer, or rainbows and unicorns.
I wanted to get fucked.
Pounded.
Violated.
Ravished.
I wanted to have orgasms that I would remember the rest of my life. I
wanted to feel little and safe in Mike's arms as he overwhelmed me with
his strength and power. I wanted to revel in my womanhood.
We did it five times on top of a spread-out sleeping bag in the back of
Mike's Mom's SUV. This time was even better than yesterday. Either I was
not as scared, or my clothes and the cramped quarters were a little more
difficult remove---which forced Mike into more foreplay---I had an orgasm
the first time he entered me.
By the fifth and final time, I could feel looming waves of pleasure
building inside me right after he spurted into his condom. I begged and
pleaded with him to keep touching me instead of rolling onto his back and
resting. I prevailed upon him to slide a weary finger inside me as I
bucked and thrashed. Spasm after spasm racked my body in what could not
have really been all that long but seemed like an eternity where I lost
control of my body.
When I finally lay still, with tears leaking form the corners of my eyes
and my brain still roaring with an orgy of pleasure, I realized I had just
experienced a multiple orgasm.
I would, indeed, remember this day for the rest of my life.
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