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Randi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on their combined salaries. It had a second bedroom and bathroom, a large eat-in kitchen and large living room. He started the shower then stripped off the nightgown and panty he had worn to bed that night tossing them into the laundry hamper. He sat to do his morning business and, once done, climbed into the shower. After the shower, shave and teeth brushing he went to his closet. It was neatly organized (Denise insisted on keeping things neat) with Randall's clothes hung across double racks on one short wall with his shoes on the shelf above. A chest of drawers split the opposite wall and he took underwear and socks from one of the drawers. That covered most of Randall's occupancy of the closet, Randi owned the rest of the space. Randall grabbed a pair of Dockers and a dress shirt laying them over his arm. He grabbed a pair of shoes and went back into the bedroom to dress. After getting himself all sorted out he went to the kitchen for breakfast. He decided to nuke up a breakfast sandwich and pour a glass of juice. Once they were eaten he checked the clock and headed for the door. "Good morning, darlin'," he called as he approached the living room. "Good morning," Denise greeted him as he entered the room. She stood and went to him. "How is my man doing this morning?" They shared a kiss before Randall answered. "Actually," he frowned, "I wish I could turn work over to Randi today. Sometimes I just get so much in the mood to wear a certain dress. Not going to happen though, so I'm not going to dwell on it. "How about you?" Randall looked Denise over. "You are dressed awfully nice for a day at work. Isn't that the dress I wore on our second weekend dinner? I think I recognize the slip." "Yes," she purred turning around to give him a good view. "We have some big wigs showing up today and they asked everyone in the office to dress nice. This hasn't been worn since you wore it that night so I thought I would wear it and think about you all day. Hopefully nobody will notice it is out of style these days, but I still like it." "Well, I am glad we don't work in the same place," Randall took her in his arms. "I wouldn't be able to get any work done looking at you." He kissed her again, a longer, deeper kiss. "Well, let's have a nice dinner tonight," Denise pushed Randall toward the door. "You can wear the dress you have on your mind tonight. Now get going before we both are late. "Oh, Beth and Joan are going to drop by sometime tonight." "OK," Randall answered. "Why don't you see if they want to have dinner with us? Unless you have something planned." He locked the door behind them and they headed toward their cars. "You know I like having you to myself as much as I can," Denise teased with a squeeze of Randall's butt, "but I think I can wait until they leave. I'll give them a call and let you know later." They went off to spend their separate day at work. * - * - * Randall rushed home from work that day. Denise informed him that Beth and Joan would be joining them for dinner that night and he needed to get ready before they all got there. He hated being in the middle of changing clothes or doing make-up when someone showed up. He even hated it if it was Denise that was the one who came in. He liked being either Randall or Randi throughout the time. He got home and went to the kitchen first and started getting food ready for the dinner. They would be having pork chops with rice and green beans. He put some ice in a bucket and placed two bottles of Chardonnay in to chill. Checking the clock he rushed to the bedroom, quickly stripped down and went to the opposite side of his closet. He grabbed panties and a bra; it was going to be too warm for pantyhose once he started cooking. Then he grabbed a blue and white dress from the hanger. It was the one he had wanted to wear earlier that day. It was short sleeved, the top was white ending in a peplum at the waist, the skirt was blue, straight and almost reached his knees. After he dressed he went to do his make-up which was stored on the left side of the vanity. He finished and went to the kitchen, just as he entered the room he heard the front door close. He checked the clock and smiled. He had gotten really quick at doing his make-up, Denise almost never walked in on him with half a face on any more. "Ah, Randi," Denise purred. "You look wonderful." She kissed him and laid her hand on the front of his dress arousing him. "Hey," he pulled away. "We don't have time for that. Beth and Joan should be here any minute and we need to get dinner started." "I've been in this dress all day thinking about you," Denise moaned. "I can make it quick, you don't need to do a thing." She advanced pulling his skirt up. Randi didn't want to stop her and she could tell from the rising bulge in the panties that she had won. He stopped backing up went the cold granite of the counter met the bare skin just above the lace waistband. Denise wasted no more time practically tearing his panties down and taking him in her mouth. He watched as her head bobbed on him and then felt her finger probing around his anus. This was something she did once a few months ago and surprised him that he enjoyed it. True to her work she had him coming in no time. And when he did she took extra care to make sure he wouldn't drip on her dress, or in his panties. "Thank you," she told him as she pulled his panties back up giving his now limp penis a gentle pat. She pulled his dress back down into place, "I've been thinking about doing that all day." Randi reached his hand down to help her up. "I should be the one thanking you. There isn't a single ounce of stress left in this body." "Good to hear that. Let's get dinner ready," Denise gave him a little kiss and went to moving about the kitchen. They had just finished setting the table when Beth and Joan arrived. They wearing jeans and t-shirts and when they saw Randi and Denise asked about if it was supposed to be a dressy dinner. "Oh, no," Denise assured them. "Randi had one of those urges to wear that dress, and I didn't get a chance to change clothes after I got home from work. I got busy right after I came in the door." Beth and Joan both saw the smirk that crossed her face and saw Randi look away from them. They were pretty certain they knew what that meant. "I hope you washed your hands before you started cooking," Beth stated. "Of course, now take a seat everyone," Denise commanded. "Randi, please pour us some wine." Randi poured the wine and they all dug into the meal. They talked about different things until Beth asked, "How long have you two been together now?" Randi and Denise looked at each other. "I think it has been about eleven months now," Randi estimated. "Yes," Denise confirmed. "I just celebrated my one year anniversary at my job. It was a month later I stopped in at the Downtown Inn." "Yeah," Joan chimed in. "I'm glad you found him at that place. It has turned out to be a nice hang-out. Although, I wonder what they would think if Randi ever showed up there?" "That won't be happening," Randi assured them. "I've known too many of those people for too long to take that chance." "Too bad," Joan persisted, "I think that could make for a fun evening." "So," Beth steered the conversation back toward the upcoming anniversary, "do you have any special celebration plans?" Randi and Denise looked at each other and slowly shook their heads no. "Well, it just so happens that a friend of mine offered me a two bedroom timeshare condo up at Lake Tahoe for a week. They are only asking $500 for the week. So $125 each plus expenses and we can all go on vacation! If you don't mind us being a part of your celebration." "That sounds absolutely amazing," Denise cried. "What do you think Randi? Want to do it?" "Yes," Randi agreed. "I think that sounds like a great time. You said two bedroom, how would we do that?" "Oh," Beth explained, "the master has a king bed, the other bedroom has two twins. Joan and I can share the other room, you two get the master." "Excellent," Denise was all smiles and poured everyone more wine. "A toast! To celebrating our first anniversary and to Randi's first vacation!" The three ladies glasses all met in the middle of the table. Randi hesitated. "What's the matter, darling," Denise asked. "I don't know if I can do a whole vacation as Randi," he explained. They let their glasses come back to rest on the table. "You do great," Joan reached out and touched his arm. "Even if someone is trying to see the guy behind the make-up you are so accustomed to being Randi when you are in that mode that nobody can tell. Believe me, I have to keep reminding myself when I am around you so I act at least a little bit like a lady. Denise gets pissed if she thinks I am flashing you a peek up my dress." "I do not," Denise admonished her. "I know you would never consciously do that and risk our friendship. He has gotten very good at being Randi. And I love him more every day for it." "We'll be driving up so no worries about airport security," Beth assured him. "It will take most of the day but we check in and check out on Saturdays so we can do everything on our own time." Randi glanced around the table at each of them. After another second of hesitation he raised his glass to the center of the table, they quickly brought their glasses back together so they rang out the toast. They all discussed the dates and made their plans for when they would leave. Joan and Beth left, Randi and Denise cleaned up the kitchen. It was late so they went to the bedroom to turn in. Just as they entered the room Randi grabbed Denise by the waist and tossed her onto the bed, her dress flying up her thighs as she landed exposing a bit of the slip which also rode up her thighs several inches. Randi quickly climbed up the foot of the bed between Denise's legs before she could recover. He pushed her dress and slip up the rest of the way and pulled the thong she wore to the side exposing her. He then returned the effort that Denise had shown him prior to preparing dinner. After she came the first time he pulled his dress up over his hips, removed his own panties and climbed back on top of her, she wrapped her arms around him as he entered her and they slowly worked themselves into another orgasm. At last they removed the remainder of their clothes, tossing the dresses into the dry-cleaning pile, the rest in the laundry, put on their nightgowns and cuddled until they fell asleep. * - * - * Randi and Denise spent the next month shopping for outfits for the vacation. It would be early summer when they went up there and the weather was always questionable up there. They figured they would have to pack for warm and cold weather. When the day finally rolled around they decided that an early start would be best. Joan and Beth rolled up at 7:00am and after a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast they dragged Randi and Denise's luggage out to the car. Randi realized they had a problem right off trying to pack the luggage of four women into the trunk. It wasn't that small, but it wasn't big enough. They repacked and consolidated a couple bags and managed to get it down to where they would all fit in the trunk except one small one which they could keep in the back seat between the riders. Finally at 8:30 they were able to hit the road. It was a long drive and they swapped out drivers a couple times. They talked, or napped, or just listened to music as they rode through the California countryside. They stopped and got lunch at a little fast food place. They stopped again for dinner in Sacramento, opting to finish the drive after dinner so they could just relax once they got there and unpacked. They cruised up Highway 50 enjoying the beautiful landscape winding up through the Sierra Nevada Mountains, through South Lake Tahoe and past the casinos that signaled their entry into the state of Nevada. Turning up Kingsbury Grade they followed the winding road to the top and turned in amongst the myriad of resorts and rental housing that populated the area. Finally they arrived at The Ridge, their destination. Randi parked the car near the clubhouse and Beth went inside to check in and retrieve the keys. The others sat in silence staring down into Carson Valley spread out before them, the lights of Minden glowing in the darkness. It was only a couple minutes before Beth returned and they moved to the parking garage in the building below. It took two luggage trolleys to get all their bags loaded. They packed into an elevator and rode it up to the top floor to find their room. 'OK," Beth looked around. "That should be the master through that door. The other bedroom looks to be this way." Randi and Denise dragged their bags off to the master while Beth headed for the other side. "Oh no." Beth called. "What's the matter?" Randi called back. "It isn't twin beds, it's a queen," Beth returned. "Looks like Joan and I have a choice. Share a bed or someone sleeps on the fold out." "I don't mind sharing," Joan answered from the kitchen where she was poking around. "Well," Beth was now standing at the door. "I guess we can try it and if it doesn't work we'll flip for it." She went back to unpacking. "Looks like we will need to do some food shopping. There isn't a lot in here," Joan announced. "Can it wait until tomorrow?" Denise asked. "Fine by me as long as you can get started without breakfast or coffee," Joan replied. "There is breakfast and coffee served at the club house in the morning. We can do that tomorrow and shop later," Beth called from the other room. "Works for me," Denise answered. "Tell you what," Randi offered. "I'll take the trolleys back down to the garage while you finish unpacking us. OK?" "Sure, it's a little crowded both of us trying to move around in here," Denise agreed. "Hurry back." She gave him a kiss and went back to the bags. "Why not just take them in the morning when we go to get breakfast?" Joan asked as he placed the rest of the bags on the floor. "There will be other people needing them as they arrive. I'll be antsy feeling like someone might need it." "Suit yourself," Joan grabbed a bag and headed for the bedroom. Randi grabbed the two trolleys and wrestled them out the door, down the hall and into the elevator. Once the doors opened at the garage he was met by a family waiting to get on. He gave them a smile as he tried to find a way to get the trolleys off into the cramped area. "Son," the man instructed as he pulled his trolley out of the way. "Help the lady move those things out of the way." The boy, about twelve, proceeded to guide one of the trolleys out and down the hall. Randi pushed the other one along behind him and whispered a "Thank you" to the man as he passed. The boy ran back to join the family once the trolley was back in the corral. Randi left his and went back to find the family was holding the elevator. "Thank you again," he said as he hurried into the elevator. The family got off on the third floor and he let out his breath. He hadn't really thought about all the things that he might need to deal with on vacation. Occasional dinners, shopping sprees with Denise or a night at the club was nothing compared to the possible crowded areas he could find himself in. "Maybe I should have brought some clothes for Randall in case I can't do this," he thought to himself as he left the elevator and went back to the room. He went back in and found Beth sitting in the living area in an oversized t-shirt and white cotton pajama bottoms. Denise was there as well wearing one of her short nightgowns. Both had a glass of wine in hand. "We decided to get really comfortable," Denise explained. "I laid out your nightgown on the bed. Go ahead and change, your wine is on the dresser as well." Randi nodded and went in to change clothes. He found his black nightgown laid out with a pair of black bikini panties. He liked this one a lot, it was about mid-thigh in length and the top had spaghetti straps that had lace between them but covered most of his upper body. It seemed conservative enough for what looked like a girl's pajama party. He picked up his wine and went back into the living room. Joan entered the room from the opposite side at about the same time. She was not conservative. She was dressed in a blue satin baby-doll. It was solid blue and not see-through but it really didn't need to be. The top was straps and cups that barely contained her breasts, her nipples pushing the material showing exactly where they were. The material flowed down stopping just at the top of her thighs. When she reached for the glass of wine on the counter Randi caught a glimpse of a blue matching panty. She walked over to sit on one of the chairs and when she placed her glass on the table, Randi revised his assessment of the panty to G-string. "Is that really the best you could do?" Denise asked. "What is wrong with this?" Joan objected. "Everything is covered." "Barely," Denise shook her head. "Randi, come sit down. Your panties conceal you as well as Joan's bra." Randi blushed and went to sit on the couch beside Denise. "Sorry," he mumbled as he gathered the nightgown to sit with her. "Oh, no problem," Denise assured him. "I suspect you would have to be dead to not react to that show." "Look," Joan protested. "This is the most conservative thing I own for sleeping in. You should see what I left at home." "I think I'll pass," Denise stated. "I had just hoped that you might consider that even though this is a girl's weekend, one of the girls is my guy." "Surely you aren't afraid I'm going to try and steal him away during this trip, are you?" Joan teased. "If he were easily turned by the flash of a butt, I don't think I would have any use for him. There has to be trust, and we have that in spades." Randi just nodded trying not to stare at Joan's breast. They sipped their wine and talked about what they wanted to do over the next week. "I would like to have some good wine," Denise stated. "There is a great wine area back down the hill, about an hour and a half or so from here. We could do some wine tasting and pick up some wine for the week." "I'm not really up for another day in the car this soon," Beth said. "Well, most of the places are only open on the weekend," Denise offered. "If we go during the week, there may only be a couple to go to." "Why don't you go ahead then," Joan added. "Beth and I can stay here. We'll hang out at the pool, maybe get a massage. Lots to do here. And if we get too bored they run shuttles to the casino." "Sure, take the car and bring us back some good vino," Beth agreed. "You have the best taste anyway." "I'm with you," Randi told her. "Sounds like fun." * - * - * The next morning Randi and Denise got ready for the day, both choosing knee length loose skirt and top. They went into the living room to meet up with the others. Beth had on a cover-up that looked like a short dress. She told them they decided they would just stay up there after breakfast and start the morning at the pool. Joan walked into the room and they all stared. She had on a red string bikini bathing suit with a sheer wrap around her waist. "You do understand there will probably be families with kids at the pool, right?" Denise asked. "Are you going to criticize everything I wear this week?" Joan replied. "I just think you treat everything like it is a pickup opportunity," Denise explained. "The wives at the pool will not appreciate that one bit." "Well, one, I work hard to keep my body looking this good and when I have a chance to enjoy it, I will," she explained. "And two, I have no interest in someone else's husband, or boyfriend," she nodded toward Randi. "Speaking of clothes, do you ever wear pants?" "Every day I go to work," Randi answered. "Denise likes me to wears skirts or dresses, and I like it too." "Let's go eat," Beth interrupted. "We can argue the points of dressing tonight over some of that good wine you pick up today." They drove up the hill to breakfast and once done parted ways. The day was clear and the sun shown down on all the beautiful scenery. The lake was a deep blue and there was still white snow capping the tops of the mountains surrounding it. They enjoyed being able to see all that was hidden in darkness the evening before. They finally arrived in Fair Play and followed the sign pointing to the many wineries in the area. They had lunch at the bistro and had just an amazing time. After several stops, several tastings, and several hours, they decided it was time to head back to the resort. Denise took the driver's seat as Randi had become a bit wobbly on his heels. "What do you think of the way Joan has been dressing?" Denise asked as she piloted the car along the curves leading back up the hill. "Well," Randi leaned back in his seat. "She does have the body to wear what she does. I think she really should be at least a little more conservative sometimes. Is she looking for Mr. Right or Mr. Right-Now?" "I'm not sure," Denise snickered. "I'm not sure she knows. Last night you got pretty excited seeing her in that little thing she was wearing, and I'm willing to bet you had the same reaction to her bathing suit this morning as well." She reached over probing him over his skirt. Randi let her feel around knowing she would quickly find what she was looking for quickly. "Yes, but as you pointed out, who wouldn't?" Randi decided to pull his skirt up giving her more direct access which she happily accepted. "And Joan wonders why I like wearing skirts." Denise traced her fingers across the lace panty he wore. "I think you would look great in the outfits she wears," Randi pointed out. Denise's fingers stopped moving but she didn't remove her hand. "I'm serious. You may not have as big breasts as she has but that doesn't mean you wouldn't look as good. I actually thing you would look better. When I saw her last night I tried to imagine what you would look like in that. I liked what I imagined." Denise stole a glance over at Randi who had his eyes closed, his skirt pulled up around his hips, the white lace panties straining to hold his manhood in. She began stroking him through the panties again. She knew he was being honest with her. Over the past year they were always honest with each other. She thought it was the best part of their relationship. Second best might be the sex. She saw a turnout just ahead and chose to stop for a few minutes. Randi felt the car slow and knew what was coming, he just leaned back and enjoyed it. He would return the favor later. * - * - * They got back and found Joan and Beth lounging in the suite. Both had changed into jeans and shirts so there wasn't any more discussion on outfits. They dropped off the case and a half of wine and agreed that Beth and Joan would cover the cost of groceries for the week as a way of splitting costs. Breakfast would be a daily meal, snacks, and perhaps a couple lunches and a dinner would be eaten there. The rest would be restaurants they found while they were out taking in the sites. Beth and Joan left to do the food shopping; Randi opened one of the bottles of wine, poured them each a glass and after Denise had gotten comfortable on the couch, found himself on his knees between her thighs. He began to wonder if he wasn't developing his own oral fixation. But he didn't mind if he was. Joan and Beth returned to find Randi and Denise cuddled together on the couch dressed in their nightgowns again, the gas fireplace burning, the drapes open to the lights of the far off buildings and even further stars brightening the night. They put everything away and poured themselves a glass of wine from the bottle on the counter before joining them in the living room. "Tastes like you found some good wine," Beth spoke quietly trying not to destroy the mood of the room. "We got about 18 bottles from 8 different places I think," Randi answered. "We'll likely have to drink most of it this week because we won't have room in the car to take much back with us." "I think we'll be able to manage that," Joan added. "Would you mind not doing that, Randi?" "Doing what?" he asked. "Feeling up Denise," Joan pointed out. "You're making me horny." "Sorry," Randi took his hand back away from Denise's breast, her nipple denting the fabric of the nightgown where he had been caressing it. "BOB is getting a workout tonight," Joan sighed. "Who's Bob?" Randi asked. The three girls giggled. "Battery Operated Boyfriend," Denise informed him. "Oh," was all he could muster. "Well, either do it in the bathroom or go to bed before me," Beth pleaded. "I don't want you to do that in the bed with me in it." "You could help if you like," Joan offered. "Always more fun that way." "Maybe I should just move to the pull-out," Beth answered taking a big sip of wine. "What," Joan asked sitting up. "In college, you never did anything with the other girls in the dorm? Little parties where you would see who would be willing to go down on someone? Finger one another?" "No," Beth curled up. "I lived in the dorm the first year and then got my own apartment off campus. I couldn't study with all the partying going on in the dorm. So, you've done another girl?" "Yeah, once, but didn't really care for it, I prefer more substance in my mouth when I do that," Joan admitted. "Probably had a dozen girls eat me out though. Some of them really had a taste for it and did a really good job. I'd just close my eyes and think about one of the guys I liked, or one of the profs." Randi turned on the couch and Denise felt what he was trying to hide pressing into her hip. "OK, that's it," Joan announced and downed the rest of her wine. "I'm going to bed. Beth, you might want to wait about fifteen or twenty minutes before you come in." Joan left the room. "So," Denise asked, "anything interesting happen today?" "No," Beth replied. "Nothing of interest. We hung out at the pool, wandered around the resort, checked out stuff but nothing of real interest. We managed to survive her bathing suit without any problems." "That's nice," Denise answered. They sat in silence for a while longer until the wine bottle ran empty and the glasses were too. "Well, I hope she has had long enough," Beth broke the silence. "I'm tired and ready to go to sleep. Good night." "What about you?" Denise prodded Randi. "You ready for bed." "I'm ready to take you to bed," he responded. * - * - * The next day they went down to walk around the shops. They rode the gondola up to the observation deck and took pictures. It was a beautiful day and they had a picture taken of them with the lake and mountains in the background. Randi was beginning to think Joan had a point. Despite enjoying wearing a skirt every day, he was beginning to see there were times it just wasn't going to work. Fortunately, there wasn't much wind that day at the top of the mountain but if there had been it would have been a real bother. Plus there are some things to do you just can't do easily in a skirt and maintain any dignity. When they reached the bottom they wandered the shops. Randi looked and found a pair of capri pants and a pair of shorts that would go with tops that he already had with him. They shopped more but didn't really find anything anyone couldn't live without. They did decide to play a round of miniature golf and they all had fun with that. They returned to the resort and prepared dinner. Tonight was going to be a party night. Once dinner was finished they retired to their rooms to prepare for a night at the casino. They decided to look for a club to do a little dancing and to spend some time gambling but it was going to be a night of dressing to the nines! Denise was stunning in a yellow mini with a draped collar, Randi went with a black mini, tight top and a full skirt, Beth went with her usual black slacks with a white sparkly tank top, and Joan wore a red leather strapless form-fitting dress that was actually almost knee-length, until she turned around exposing a slit up the back that was almost too high. They cruised down and parked at one of the casinos. It is a compact collection of places and easy to walk between them. They found the club and went inside. Music was blaring and the crowd was decent. Most of them were dressed very casually rather than dressing to impress which made their little group stand out a bit. Offers to dance came quickly. Once again Randi made excuses and found himself sitting alone often, but he didn't mind. He enjoyed watching the other girls on the floor, especially Denise. At one point Denise waved to Randi to come and join her on the floor. He shook his head at her but her waving became more insistent. At last he got up and went to the dance floor. "Come on," she pleaded. "Dance with me." Randi nodded and began moving to the rhythm of the heavy bass rattling the room. He liked the feeling of his dress moving about his body as he twisted about. He loved watching Denise move as well. After a couple minutes two guys came toward them and started dancing with them. Randi started to feign exhaustion but instead decided to just ignore them and continue dancing with Denise. When the current song ended he waved at the guy and went back to the table. "Were you dancing with that guy?" Joan asked as he took a seat. "No, I was dancing with Denise. He just happened to be nearby." "Well, he certainly thought he was dancing with you," she went on. "I can't help what he thought," Randi explained. Beth and Denise returned to the table a moment later and they decided to head to the gambling tables. They wandered over to Harvey's as that seemed to be the best place for the gambling they wanted to do. Beth and Joan stopped at a Blackjack table while Denise followed Randi to a craps table. "Thanks for dancing with me," Denise whispered in his ear as they approached the table. "I really enjoyed it," Randi whispered back. "Too bad those guys had to ruin it." "Well, I thought you handled it really well. They were so into themselves they never figured out that we didn't stop dancing with each other," Denise laughed. Randi took his place at the rail and got some chips. Denise stood beside him watching as he explained his betting options and how the game worked. Denise hadn't done a lot of gambling before and hadn't tried to learn the intricacies of craps. Randi managed to stay close to even as he rode the waves of luck making and losing money in a hurry. He was reaching to pick up the dice when Denise noticed a man behind Randi with a smart phone trying to take a picture up the back of Randi's dress. She reached around quickly and knocked it out of his hand and planted her heel in the middle of the display as it lay on the floor shattering it. "Oops," she exclaimed. The man looked at his phone on the floor and then at Denise. At first he appeared to consider protesting her action but after seeing the look in her eyes he decided to cut his losses by retrieving his broken phone and finding somewhere else to be. Randi was so engrossed in his roll that he never noticed what had transpired around him. After a while Randi moved to a Pai Gow table and Denise sat with him and they both played until the early hours of the next morning. "How are you doing?" Beth asked as she came up behind them. "Not too bad," Denise answered. "I think I am up about $40, Randi is up too. How did you guys do?" "Eh, not too well," Beth answered. "I lost the $100 I brought to lose. Joan lost more but I don't know how much. I am ready to head back and go to bed, how about you?" "That works for me," Randi answered. "It has been a long night." The three of them went and found Joan who was still insisting that she was going to turn her luck around but managed to get her away from the table and back to the car. They promised her they would come back one more time before heading home. * - * - * The next day they drove up to Zephyr Cove and took a two hour catamaran sailing cruise out on the lake. It was another wonderful day with enough of a breeze to make the sailing really enjoyable. The drinks available from the bar below were incredible as well. They discovered a specialty drink called the Captain's Choice which left them feeling warm and fuzzy. Randi was glad he had purchased the capris the day before. They were the perfect outfit for the sailing cruise and walking on the beach. After leaving there they cruised around the lake and found a nice restaurant in Tahoe City that overlooked the lake. They enjoyed and early dinner and proceeded to follow the road around the lake. They stopped at the vista of Emerald Bay and took many pictures of the bay, some wildlife, and each other. They concluded the drive returning to the resort where they once again changed into night clothes, drank wine and discussed the day's events and plans for the future. * - * - * The last day of the trip was finally upon them. They decided to make it a special night by dressing up in formal gowns and going to a really nice restaurant for a special anniversary dinner. Afterward they would do the last night of gambling that they had promised Joan. Randi had the red floor-length, one shoulder dress that Denise had bought him the year before. He wore a corset and thong underneath. Denise was in light blue, there was a solid, strapless short dress that came to mid-thigh, but over it was a sheer dress that went from a choker collar, leaving her shoulders bare, to the floor. It moved so delicately, fluttering as she went about the room. "I just hope this isn't too much material for moving around the casino after dinner," Denise complained. He and Denise were standing in the living area waiting for Joan and Beth when Joan emerged from the other room. She was dressed in a strapless gown that still managed to display her cleavage. It was a chocolate brown dress that fit her like paint to her hips and then dropped to the floor with just a touch of flair, enough to allow her to walk rather than hobble. From the look of the fit of the dress, Randi didn't believe there was any way Joan was wearing anything other than the dress. "Beth was in the bathroom, I haven't seen her yet but she said she wouldn't be long," Joan informed them. "Anyone want a glass of wine while we wait?" Randi asked. "Not me," Joan answered. "I don't want anything until dinner. I think it would show up in my stomach in this dress. And I want to avoid having to go to the bathroom for as long as possible. I'm glad I went before Beth commandeered it. Denise shook her head so Randi chose not to open a bottle. They continued standing around for a few more minutes unwilling to sit and take the chance of wrinkling their dresses before they needed. At last Beth entered the room. They all stared. She was dressed in a long black dress, her shoulders bare except the thin straps over them. The dress was simple but the shiny fabric gave it elegance. It fell freely from below her breasts in light folds. If she were to twirl it would spread out several feet. She had taken great care to do her hair and make-up. While she was a pretty girl normally, she now looked amazing. "Wow," escaped from Randi's lips. "I'll second that," Denise added. "Beth!" Joan exclaimed. "You look fabulous!" "I hardly feel like me," Beth responded fingering the dress she wore. "I think this is a mistake." "Wait," Randi spoke up, "you are standing there looking dazzling in a beautiful dress and you think it is a mistake? If a mistake is being made, don't you think it might be me making it?" "Oh, Randi," Beth laughed, "I think you make a much better girl than I do. I think you look wonderful." "I wasn't fishing for a compliment," Randi assured her. "I really meant what I said." "Well, why don't we get going and amaze everyone who is lucky enough to see us?" Joan broke in. "Who's driving?" "I can drive," Beth told them. "Let's go." They arrived at the restaurant and several heads turned and watched them go to their table. They took their first glass of wine to toast the first anniversary of Randi and Denise. They enjoyed a marvelous dinner and more drinks which they took their time ingesting. After more than a couple hours they decided to go back to the casino and see if they could end their trip with a big win. Once again, Randi and Denise found themselves on their own as Beth and Joan wandered off. This time they decided on trying various card games and would sit at a table for a while and then move to a different game. Nothing seemed to be lucky for them and they were leaking money as the hours passed. Denise whispered to Randi that she needed to go to the bathroom and left the table. Her chips were still there guarding her spot while Randi posted his bet for the next hand. As he was deciding on his play a voice spoke up behind him. "Hey, you're a dude, aren't you?" Randi froze hoping the voice wasn't directed at him. "I didn't know that they had those shows up here. All those faggots walking around dressed like women lip-syncing songs. It's hilarious! Where is the show?" The dealer looked at Randi waiting for a clue. Randi couldn't speak and began shaking. About that time Denise returned to the table. "What's going on?" she asked. "I just want to find out where the show is from this dude here?" the voice asked again. "I'm afraid you are mistaken," Denise told him. "This is my friend." Tears began to roll down Randi's cheeks. Denise watched the guys walk away and then took her seat. "I'm sorry," the dealer spoke to them. "I wasn't sure you were aware they were talking to you and until they pressed bothering you I couldn't do anything." "Don't worry," Denise told him, "people sometimes make mistakes." Randi pushed his chips over into Denise's and left the table. He almost tripped over the hem of his dress and quickly gathered it up and ran out the door onto the street. The tears were flowing quickly now. He walked blindly toward the shops they had wandered earlier that week. He thought he would find some men's clothes, end Randi and not go back. It was no good though, the hour was late and everything was closed for the night. A couple hours later a car stopped in front of a bench where a figure in a long red dress sat slumped over. Denise jumped from the car and went to Randi. "Oh, baby," she moaned, "I am so sorry. We've been looking for you since you left. Are you ok?" "Please, just take me home." She helped him into the car and they went back to the resort. When they got to the room, Randi went straight to the bedroom closing the door behind him. Denise looked at the others not knowing what to do. Beth and Joan went to their room to go to bed; Denise just sat down still unable to decide on what needed to be done. She waited about an hour and slowly opened the door. She could see the shape of Randi's body curled up under the covers of the bed. The dress, corset and panty were thrown haphazardly into a corner. She closed the door quietly behind her listening for any sign he knew she was there. Her dress whispered as she picked up his discarded clothes and carefully hung the dress in the closet. The other things were added to the dirty laundry. She retrieved her nightgown and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. When she came out it looked like nothing had changed. She hung her dress in the closet beside Randi's and gently climbed into bed trying not to disturb the quiet figure lying there. "I was having so much fun," came a muffled voice from under the covers. "Why do people have to be so cruel?" Denise turned the covers down exposing his head and shoulders. If what she saw was any indication, she assumed he was completely naked not wanting any reminder of Randi on him. "Some people are idiots," she explained. "What more can I tell you? You have had a wonderful year, so have I. I have truly fallen in love with you. It is because you gave me the chance by doing all these things, the dresses, the nightgowns, the outings, and this vacation. I could love Randall now completely if I need to let Randi go. I would do that because I love you so much." Randall looked up from where he lay, she saw his face was scrubbed completely clean; his eyes were red still from crying. "Could you really?" he asked. "If I told you that when we got back home I wanted to donate every thread of Randi's clothes to charity and never wear anything feminine again, you could still love me and want to be with me?" Denise swallowed hard and slowly began nodding her head. "Yes," a tear began rolling down her cheek, "I would still love you. I have twisted your life for a year and made myself believe it was because it was what you wanted all along. Now, I am ready to be with the man I love in whatever way he wants to be." Randall unfolded the rest of his body and reached up around Denise's neck pulling her face down toward his. He kissed her mouth and began pulling the nightgown up her body and within seconds climbed atop her and entered her. He thrust himself powerfully in and out feeling their bodies crash together as he drove as deeply as he could. When he finally reached his orgasm, he leaned back to look at Denise's face. There were tears dripping from his eyes falling and mixing with her tears on her cheeks. He broke down again bawling, clutching her as tightly as he could. She responded wrapping her arms and legs around him as though they could fuse their bodies into one. After they lay that way for ten minutes, Randall started to relax. Denise let him move off her, finally withdrawing from within her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and she turned her back to him, snuggling backward into his body. They went to sleep that way without saying another word. * - * - * Denise woke the next morning and realized the bed was empty. As she sat up Randi came from the bathroom wearing the shorts he had bought earlier with a top. He had done his hair and make-up. "Not much choice," he told her. "This is all I have to wear with me." The smile that had started to form on Denise's face faded and she nodded. "Why don't you go get ready and I'll get the bags packed. Just pick out what you want to wear for the drive home." Denise grabbed a sundress and her underwear and went into the bathroom to shower and prepare for the day. Randi went about the room gathering up the clothes and organizing them neatly into the suitcases for the journey back home. They finished off some of the things still in the kitchen for breakfast and then loaded up the trolleys that Beth and Joan had fetched from the garage. They bid goodbye to their suite and loaded up the car. Randi didn't want to go inside anywhere for lunch so they grabbed burgers from a drive-thru. As a result they were able to get back home in good time. Randi told them he just wanted to eat dinner in at their place, just him and Denise. Joan and Beth said they understood. Once they pulled into the parking lot at Randi and Denise's condo, Beth asked Joan if she wouldn't mind helping Denise get the bags out of the trunk. They got out of the car leaving Randi with Beth. "Y'know," Beth began, "I was serious the other night about you making a better girl than I am. I was so uncomfortable in that ridiculous dress." "But you looked amazing," Randi countered. "Well, so did you," Beth answered. "I wish I could feel as good dressing up as it looks like you feel. I guess it just comes to the fact that despite being born a girl, I just don't like dressing up in real girly clothes. I like the high heels, the glittery tops, but I don't like dresses, or fancy lingerie, or pantyhose. "On the other hand, despite being a born male, you seem to really like wearing those things. And from what I gather, until you met Denise, hadn't ever known that side of yourself. "I guess what I really want to tell you is that you shouldn't abandon who you are because some people are jerks. It is their problem they can't accept things that are outside their conception of normal. If you decide you want to stop doing it, do it because it is what you want to do, not because you are afraid of what others will think. "One last thing, if Randi goes away and doesn't come back again, I'll understand. But, I will miss Randi a lot. I love her as one of my best girlfriends and it would leave a big hole for me. But, you do what you truly believe is best for you." Randi sat for a minute and finally nodded as he opened the door and got out. They all hugged goodbye then Denise and Randi dragged the luggage back into their condo. Rather than unpack, Randi went to the living room and poured a glass of wine. "Aren't you going to change?" Denise asked. "Not yet," Randi answered. "Like a glass?" Denise nodded so Randi poured a second glass and brought it to her on the couch. They sat there in silence sipping the wine. Denise reached over and took Randi's hand in hers. She was comforted when she felt his fingers close around hers. Randi drained the last of the wine from his glass and handed it to Denise. "Would you mind pouring me another glass? I'll be back in a minute," he turned and left the room. Denise prepared herself for his return. She knew he had made his choice and true to her word she planned on staying with this man that had stolen her heart. A moment later he was back. He took the wine from Denise's hand and sat beside her on the couch. He smoothed out the long green dress he had put on, it was his favorite, a shirt dress that came mid-calf, it buttoned all the way up the front. "I've decided Randi was born a year ago and I have come to love Randi as much as you do, and Beth does. I don't think I could let go of that side of my life as much as I thought I could. When I really took a look at what I wanted in my life I decided it had to include that part. "Thank you for everything you told me last night. It really helped. And when I see Beth again, remind me to thank her as well because what she had to tell me was a great help as well." "I'll remind you," Denise's smile lit her face so brightly. "But I think if Randi is the one telling her, she'll already know. Are you really sure this is what you want, I mean, I am so happy about it. I was serious about being with Randall only if that is what you need to do." "Yes," admitted Randi, "I thought about it all the way home last night. I thought I had reached my decision by the time we got back, but I still had doubts about whether I was making the decision because I wasn't sure if you could be with just Randall. I believed you, but over a long time, that would be a big change. Then Beth told me all she had to say. And I realized I still wanted to be that person with her as well. So, we get to keep Randi being a part of our lives. The only one that hasn't said anything to me about it is Joan." "Well, first, while we were looking for you that night Joan said the one thing she liked about Randi was that in a club a group of four women get approached a lot quicker than if it is a guy with three women," she shook her head. "Joan thinks about Joan first. But, I'm glad that you have found yourself. What about dealing with idiots like the one at the casino, though? Or will Randi be strictly at home now?" "That was part of the thought process," Randi told her. "How much would Randi be allowed out? But deciding to continue to let Randi live also led me to looking back over my life. That first walk through the park, the first shopping trip, etc. All that was good, very good. I had gotten too confident with being Randi. I wonder how he figured out that I was a guy but I should have been more prepared to deal with it. It was bound to happen sooner or later. I should have feigned ignorance and flat out told him he was mistaken. And then when you showed up, you could have supported me just like you did. And maybe he would have left us alone. And if he didn't, who knows. I guess it depends on just how big a jerk he wanted to be, but we were in a good place. Casinos don't like trouble on the floor. I could have trusted them." "By the way," Denise informed him, "after you ran out the dealer asked me if you really were a guy. He couldn't tell. I told him the same as I told them. You are my friend Randi." They drank some more wine and cuddled on the couch until Denise decided it was time to take advantage of a dress that has buttons all down the front and remind Randi of why it was his favorite.