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(I thought I might get one or two parts written in one week, but four? The muse is definitely on my shoulder. A week ago this was all a distant possibility. Your reviews and encouragement, dear readers, have pushed me forward. Thank you all so much. In Part 4, Greg and Tabby continue their torrid affair and explore new ways of pleasing each other. I hope their discoveries please all of you, as well!) I'll Make it a Date, Part 4 Chapter 1 I awoke to the sweet sound of Tabitha humming a tune of her own composition. I couldn't see her, but I noticed that the closet doors were open. The light from the closet dimly lit the rest of the bedroom. I stretched every limb, moved to the edge of the bed and sat up. "Hey, sweetie," I said in the direction of the closet. Tabitha appeared in the doorway. "Hi, lover," she replied. She was wrapped in a terry cloth robe that reached her knees. I could see that she had removed her stockings. Her feet were buried in pink bunny slippers. "I needed to put up my dress. I hope you don't mind the costume change." She winked. "Come and see my collection." She beckoned for me to join her. I stood and took the few steps to the closet. Tabitha reached for my hand - I noticed that the gloves were gone, too - and led me into the closet. It was huge! Much larger than I would have guessed from the outside. I smelled the fresh aroma of the cedar paneling. There were two clothes rods running the length of either side of the room. Each of them held, by my estimate, thirty dresses. There were a few jackets and coats in the mix. At the end of the room, about twelve feet from where I stood, there was a full-sized dressing mirror. Beneath the dresses, on both sides of the room, there were dozens of shoes of every color and variety. I knew very little of lady's shoes, but I could imagine that Tabitha was an expert. It was obvious she loved buying them! "Do you think it's too much?" Tabitha asked. "Mom has been so good to me. We go clothes shopping all the time in the city, and a lot of the things I got from catalogs. It's my addiction." I nodded, taking it all in. "It's a good addiction to have," I said. "Have you worn all of these?" "Of course I have, silly," she said. "I like to put on fashion shows for mom and dad. They enjoy it." "Would you do one for me?" I didn't say: "Like, right now!" Tabitha hugged me. "Of course I will. A whole bunch of them. All you want. You'll get tired of me asking you how I look." "I doubt it," I said. Tabitha walked to the back of the room, brushing both rows of dresses with her fingertips. "These make me feel so good. You have no idea. I have one for every mood, and then some." She reached the mirror and turned around. "When I was still in third or fourth grade I already had a small collection. After I told mom and dad about Tabitha, they allowed me to start keeping girls clothes for myself. Mom would go shopping for me and pick out what she thought would look good on me. One or two dresses a month, for awhile. Shoes, too. Little Mary Janes and flats. Some fancy low heels for special occasions. I wanted pumps, of course, but she said they would have to wait." "Do you have pictures?" I asked. "Albums, sweetheart. We have hundreds of photos of me in everything she bought. Mom told me that we needed a record of my transformation as I grew. So we started one." Tabitha walked back to me and threw her arms around me. We kissed. "Is this real?" She asked. "God, I hope so," I said. "It has to be." Tabitha released her hug, then took my hands in hers. "Are you as hungry as I am?" She asked. I laughed. "You kidding me? More! I could eat a horse." She winked. "I already did!" I blushed. Tabitha rubbed my chest and said "Let's go downstairs, and I'll fix you a huge dinner. I'll show you what a good cook I am." This day was full of all kinds of revelations! I had no idea my friend and lover knew how to boil water, let alone cook for real. The prospect of a home-cooked dinner made my stomach growl. I just had to remember to dress, first. I went back to the bed and sat down next to my pile of clothes. Tabitha jumped on the bed behind me and scooted up until she could put her hands around my stomach. She held me back and giggled. "I'm not gonna let you get dressed, Greg," Tabitha said, laughing. I pulled her hands away and lifted them. I growled and took four of her fingers in my mouth. She shrieked. "Yeah," I grunted as I lightly chewed, "I'll eat my meal right here!" After a minute or two of play wrestling I was allowed to dress, except for the shoes. Tabitha straightened out her robe and checked her hair in the mirror. When she turned on the vanity mirror lights I was temporarily blinded. When she was ready, she took me by the hand to the door. I stopped her before we left the room. "I need a second to get my head together," I said. "I'm gonna have to face your mom. This is awkward." "It's okay," Tabitha said. "You heard her say it's okay." "Saying it is one thing," I replied. "Believing it? I mean, we were just going at it in her house." "Trust me, Greg. Okay? Mom doesn't do or say anything she doesn't mean. She thinks you're pretty great. Just be yourself." It was some comfort to me to hear it, but I still dreaded facing Laura again. I steeled myself for whatever was coming, and followed Tabitha into the hallway. Chapter 2 My new girlfriend held my hand as we descended the staircase. Just before we turned into the living room, I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. I heard the sound of the television. At the last moment, Tabitha turned and did a once-over of my clothes. She straightened my collar, then smiled and led me into the living room, my hand in hers. Laura sat at the end of the sofa with her long legs stretched out. She held a cup of hot cocoa. I could just barely catch its aroma as I followed Tabitha around the furniture. Laura smiled at us both as we took seats, separately. Laura took another sip of cocoa and seemed to suppress a knowing grin. "Well," she said, "are you two hungry?" Tabitha nearly shouted, "I'm doing it! I want to fix him a big dinner. Greg needs to know that I can cook." She rubbed her hands together as she spoke. Very cute. "Alright, alright, calm down," Laura said. "I'm not saying you can't. I just thought we might order a pizza, or some Chinese food. But if you want to cook, dear, that sounds good. What do you have in mind?" "My fettuccine Alfredo," Tabitha said. She looked at me. "You like fettuccine, don't you?" I had never tried it, but any kind of pasta was fine with me. "Sure," I said. "As long as you fix it, I'm sure it's delicious. Can I help?" "No," she said "I want to do it all myself. You stay here and keep mom company while I cook." I was a little annoyed at that, but I didn't say anything. Tabitha had to have known how uncomfortable I would be alone with Laura. Maybe she thought it would give her new boyfriend time to get acquainted. Of course, I had been around Laura many times before, but not in this new role. Tabitha stood and spoke to her mother. "Do we have enough pasta?" Laura nodded. "Oh yeah. We have ziti, also, if there's not enough fettuccine." "Great!" Tabitha beamed. "I'd better get to work!" She practically skipped into the kitchen. Laura smiled. "She is devoted to you, Greg. But I'm afraid she's not the best of hostesses yet." She swung her legs and prepared to stand. "Do you want coffee, or a coke?" "Coke is fine," I said. I gestured for her to stay. "I can get it --" Laura was already standing before I finished. "No - you relax. I need a second with her and I'll be right back." She left the room. Well, so far, so good. No dirty looks, no long silences. She - apparently - didn't hate me. I looked around the room and eventually watched the TV show. I really just looked at the screen. My mind was too full of thoughts to pay any attention to the show. A couple of minutes later Laura returned with my drink, handed it to me and took her seat. I could hear Tabitha working and humming in the kitchen. I took a sip of coke and smiled at Laura. She kept her feet on the floor and studied me. A short time passed before she spoke. "I won't ask you anything about the last couple of hours," she said. "That's between you two. Tabitha seems very happy. That's enough." "Thanks," I said, not knowing what else to say. And that was that. No interrogation, no icy silence, no uneasy moments followed. We began a nice conversation about many different things. Tabitha was hardly mentioned by either of us. Laura asked me about my college plans. I explained that I wanted to take a pre-law major and eventually pass the bar. I think she was impressed by that. she said that Tabitha had mentioned the possibility of culinary school, but that it was still too early to make any definite plans. We went from topic to topic, and I lost track of time. I think an hour and a half passed before Tabitha was back with us. "Okay," Tabitha announced, "I think dinner is ready to be served." I carried my empty glass with me into the kitchen, allowing Laura to pass in front of me. The kitchen table was perfectly arranged for three. A huge bowl of pasta with sauce sat in the center of the table. The whole room smelled heavenly. A loaf of Italian bread had been sliced and set on a tray. There was a pitcher of iced tea, as well. We were still too young for wine even though, in those days, it wasn't uncommon for teenagers to be offered wine with a meal. I complimented Tabitha on everything, and she beamed. Laura gave Tabitha a slight signal with her eyes. Tabitha rolled her eyes and spoke to me. "I have to get dressed, Greg - I'll be right back." She moved quickly to the doorway. Laura and I sat down at the table. "I know she loves that robe, but if it's not breakfast time she needs to be wearing real clothes," Laura explained. I nodded my understanding. We heard Tabitha's voice from upstairs. "Go ahead and start," she shouted. "I'm gonna be a few minutes." Laura took one of the slices of bread and buttered it. I followed her cue and took a slice for myself. We continued talking, but left the bowl of pasta untouched. Why don't you stay over?" Laura said, out of the blue. "Would you like to?" Would I! I was up in a second, headed for their wall-mounted phone, Laura laughed when I excused myself after I was already walking. I called my mom and let her know I wouldn't be home until the next day. I was old enough to make my own hours and do pretty much as I pleased, but I knew an unexplained overnight absence would worry her too much. Besides, I needed to stay on mom's good side for the day in which I told her about Tabitha. I didn't even think about what telling dad would be like. I finished the call and took my seat at the table. Laura finished her bread and took another slice. "My daughter needs to work on her etiquette," she said. I started to defend Tabitha, but Laura cut me off. "I know you're in love, but manners are manners. She should have dressed before she cooked." The sound of running feet drifted down from the second floor. Laura smiled. "Her she comes." By the sound they made, I knew that Tabitha was wearing shoes again. There was a click every time she took a step downward. I thought that I should be a gentleman and hold her chair. I stood and crossed to the other side of the table. The footsteps grew closer and louder, and then Tabitha entered the kitchen. I heard Laura's butter knife clang against her plate after she dropped it. Chapter 3 Tabitha had changed into a full French maid's outfit! From the lace headpiece, to the white lace collar and bow, to the dress, with a short skirt and lace trim, to the black stockings, she was a very sexy sight. And the high heeled shoes! Shiny black pumps with four inch heels. I wondered how she kept her balance, but it was obvious that she was used to wearing them. Tabitha wore no jewelry, but she had refreshed her lipstick. To please me, I assumed, she wore white lace gloves. I noticed the scent of freshly applied perfume, as well. She turned a full circle in the doorway and then curtsied. "Tabitha!" Laura said with a shake of the head. "Was that necessary?" Tabitha ignored her and looked at me. "What do you think?' I sputtered, "Fine...you look beautiful. More than beautiful. Wow!" I turned her chair lightly toward her and she sat down. I squeezed her right shoulder and she patted my hand. "I thought I ought to be our maid tonight," Tabitha said. "I want to show Greg how good I am at keeping house. I can cook, I can clean...I can do all kinds of things!" I had to suppress a smirk as I took my seat. "Do you ever see me wearing an outfit like that? I do all of that stuff too, you know" Laura said. Tabitha rolled her yes. Tabitha motioned for me to give her my plate. I did, and she heaped the fettuccine on it. "I know how you can eat when you're hungry," she said. She finished my serving, then gave her mother a much smaller portion. Finally, Tabitha gave herself a generous helping. We all dug in and it was very good. My girlfriend was a great cook! That pleased me to no end. I looked forward to meals with her, as well as sex. I went through my portion quickly. I was rewarded with a second, smaller one. The three of us were too busy enjoying the meal to talk very much. Tabitha watched me pretty closely until we were done. I didn't have to pretend to enjoy what I was eating. Laura complimented her daughter twice, and she had a second serving of pasta. Tabitha ate just the one, then took her dishes to the sink. As Laura finished her last forkful of food, she casually stated "Greg's going to spend the night with us, Tabby." She wiped her mouth just in time to receive a big kiss on the cheek from Tabitha, who sprang out of her seat in an instant. "Oh mom thank you!" Tabitha said. "Thank you so much." Laura shrugged. "You might as well have some more time to get to know each other." She looked over at the clock above the sink. "You know, I'd like to see that new movie with Shirley MacLaine. I think it starts at eight- thirty. Would you two mind if I left you?" she said that with a perfect poker face. Tabitha nearly cut her off with her reply. "No no - we can clean up and take care of everything here. You go right ahead and enjoy it." Tabitha practically tipped Laura's chair over, having left her own chair again. She had her hands around Laura's arm. Laura said: "I can stay and make popcorn for you two, if you'd like --" Tabitha groaned a "Mo-om!" and assisted Laura in standing. Laura laughed, and I did too. Tabitha scooted her mom out of the kitchen, then ran into my arms. "Are you really staying?" She asked. Her gorgeous eyes fluttered as they gazed at me. "I am," I said, then I kissed her. "All night. Half the day, maybe. Does that sound good?" I was answered by an urgent kiss and a squeeze of my growing cock. We were close to breaking our agreement with Laura, so we pulled apart - as hard as that was to do - and started clearing off the table. After all of the dishes were in the sink, Tabitha ordered me to sit down at the kitchen island. She was going to rinse off the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, and she wanted me to keep her company while she worked. I was happy to do that, and to watch her. Her outfit was killing me! Every time she bent to load the washer I got a sight of her legs, up to the edges of her thigh-highs. My internal furnace was fully stoked. I admired how she kept her balance on the impossibly high heels. I told her several times how delicious the pasta had been. She enjoyed the compliments. She wrapped up the remainder of the food and put the bowl in the refrigerator. All of the dishes were ready to wash. Tabitha looked around the room to double-check. Laura returned. She wore a mid-length leather jacket and had her purse over her shoulder. "I guess I'm going," she said. "I don't know when I'll be home, so I'll just say goodnight and see you in the morning. Have a good time." It occurred to me that she had said this more than once when I would sleep over at "Tim's," but now the words had an entirely different meaning. She added, "Remember our agreement. Both of you." Tabitha and I nodded and agreed. Laura left the room, then the house. Tabitha sauntered over to me. We embraced and kissed for several minutes. Chapter 4 You might think that we would have immediately raced up to the bedroom and started another sex session. We did kiss and embrace in the kitchen but, to be honest, I think we were just too full for sex! My belly was packed and I had seen Tabitha eat more than her share. We took a couple of bottles of soda from the fridge and walked to the living room. I sat down on the sofa and Tabitha joined me, as close as she could get without sitting on my lap. She asked me to open her soda bottle. Those were still the days of glass bottles with flanged metal caps, and she knew I could pull off the caps with my fingers. I did so now. We watched a music variety show for a while, then a couple of sitcoms. I held Tabitha with my left arm and caressed her right hand with my own. Her lacy gloves fascinated me. I really liked kissing her knuckles through the lace. She had placed her left leg over her right, and I got a good view of her perfectly shaped leg. I watched her rhythmically swing her left foot and turn it this way and that. Needless to say, I was erect the entire time. Not many words were exchanged. Truthfully, we didn't make out that much, either. We were content to enjoy the time we had alone. It was so nice to have a safe haven. Around ten, Tabitha excused herself to use the bathroom. I stood and stretched, and walked to the window. The night had turned slightly foggy and the halos at each street light were nice to see. Tabitha returned. She hugged me from behind. I leaned my head back and breathed in her scent. "Is it time?" She asked, softly. I turned around and embraced her. I felt her erection against my thigh. We kissed. "I think it is time, sweetheart," I said. "There's something I need to do first," I said. She gave me a quizzical look. In an instant, I lifted her entirely off the ground. My darling was now cradled in my arms. Tabitha threw her arms around my neck. I started for the staircase. I felt no strain in carrying her. The meal and my lust gave me all of the energy I needed to ascend the steps to the upstairs hallway, then to her room. We crossed the threshold and I gently lowered Tabitha onto her bed. I leaned over and gave her a long kiss. Then I stepped back to the door and closed it. When I turned back for the bed, I noticed a slight change in the room. Little candles had been placed on the dressing table, the top of the chest of drawers, and on the nightstand. There was a box of matches on the nightstand. I picked them up. "Shall I do the honors?" I asked. Tabitha nodded. In a few moments all of the candles were flickering. I turned off the overhead light. I slipped off all of my clothes again. My cock was as hard as steel. It bounced as I reached the edge of the bed. I paused to look at my beautiful lover. Tabitha was on her side; she had propped herself on one elbow. Her legs were bent and the left one laid atop the right. Her leather pumps caught the flickering candle light and appeared to move. She curled a lock of her hair with her left hand and watched me through half-closed eyes. Tabitha licked her lips. I sat beside her and placed my hand on her thigh. She lifted her left leg slightly and allowed me access to the top of her thigh and to her silk panties. I cupped her genitals and gave them a soft squeeze. Her head arched back and she moaned. I slipped her panties off, with her silent cooperation, and threw them to the floor. I pushed up the skirt of her uniform and turned her until she was flat on her back. Her stiff little stem twitched below my chest. I saw, in her face, the level of ecstasy she had reached. She murmured "Take my shoes off, please..." I did it and dropped them beside the bed. My next move was to reach for one of her pillows. I lifted Tabitha's body and slid the pillow under the small of her back. I lowered my head until my nose touched the skin just below her ball sack. "What..what are you-" she whispered. "Shhh..." I replied. I separated her ass cheeks and looked at her little sphincter. I wet my lips and tongue and gave it a bathing kiss. The sound Tabitha emitted was unnatural. Hard to define, exactly. I felt her stockinged feet touch my back and slide up and down. This continued as I licked her asshole. I was doing something I'd never even considered before. I probably would not have done it to a woman, simply because I would have had a pussy on which to focus my attentions. But it seemed right and natural to do it to Tabitha. It just tasted like the rest of her, with just a little bit of a tang, perhaps. I worked the tiny folds of flesh and muscle for a few moments. Tabitha's guttural moans and her high-pitched squeals were music to my ears. Then, without warning, her thighs slapped against the sides of my head and her lower body lifted with great strength. "Ahhhhhhh" Tabitha moaned as she climaxed. I looked up to see her penis convulse and pour a small load of come on her skin. She humped my head several times and grabbed my hair with both hands. Then she relaxed and collapsed. Her legs fell to either side. I pulled away the pillow and moved my head up to her penis. Tabitha pulled up her skirt further as I licked up the semen that had puddled on her groin. A little bit had trickled down one side, but I was able to get it, too. I made sure she was totally clean before I lifted myself up to see her face. She was completely flushed, and she regarded me through contented, half-closed eyes. "That was...that was totally...how did you think of that?" She asked me. I smiled. "It just happened," I said. "I thought it might be something you'd like." Tabitha nodded furiously. "'Like' doesn't even come close!" she said. "Oh my god, that was nice. You didn't even have touch my pee pee." I liked that she called it that. "Now kiss me," she demanded. I was happy to obey. I remained atop Tabitha as we devoured each others' lips and tongues. The sounds we made when kissing always turned me on to no end. She stroked my back and kneaded my muscles as she found them. It was heavenly. "Let me undress," she said after a little while. I rolled off of her and she rose on her knees. She was able to unzip the uniform dress and slip it off with a few deft moves. All that was left were the gloves and the stockings. She clasped her hands behind her head and stretched her back and torso. 'I'm still feeling it!" She giggled. Tabitha moved over and straddled my legs. Her "pee pee" dangled just beyond my completely erect cock. I realized that neither of us had touched mine since we had returned to the room. That needed to be corrected right away. Tabitha must have read my mind; she moved forward on her knees and dragged her penis along the underside of mine. Waves of pleasure made their way to every square inch of my body. She pulled back, dragging flesh against flesh again. Then forward. This was nice! I took her penis in my right hand and rolled it with my fingers. It began to stiffen. "Now," I said, "keep rubbing." She smiled, nodded and took another upward pass. It was so cute to see such a small cock rub against a much larger one. Hers was a miniature version of mine. My hand was able to cover all of hers and most of mine with no trouble. I applied just a small bit of pressure and followed her movements. Tabitha placed her hands on my pelvic bones. The pace of the rubbing accelerated. I started to feel the first spasms of an orgasm. Tabitha now had a steady fucking motion going, as though she was shoving her penis into me, rather than on top of me. The rhythm was rapid. The friction and the sight of Tabby's hair and her lipstick and her nipples - I lost it. Big spurts of my semen hit my chest and a couple reached my face. I turned my face to the side to avoid getting splashed in the eye. I felt a small stream of Tabby's come land on my cock head and shaft. I took both of our shafts in my hand again and stroked out the final surges from both of us. Tabby stopped the pelvic thrusts and collapsed onto my torso. We locked lips and moaned into each others' mouths. I loved the feel of our semen mixing and moving along our dicks and our groins. I rolled my midsection a little to mash our cocks together and get a few more waves of pleasure. I achieved my purpose. Tabby just held me close and purred. There was small hope of coming again - at least for a little while. This was just enjoying the post-orgasm bliss. Tabitha sighed. "I don't want this to stop," she said. "Me too," I whispered into her cheek. "That was too much for words." Chapter 5 In spite of the heat generated by our entwined bodies, we both began to shiver a little. I sat up in the bed and Tabitha stayed in my lap. I rubbed her back with both hands, but she was still trembling. "Why don't we shower and get warmed up?" I asked. "Even better, let's take a bath together. I have my own bathroom. It's right next door." Another new item of information for me. "I never showed it to you, since it was part of Tabitha's suite," she explained. "It's all full of girl stuff and it would be hard to explain." That made sense to me. Tabby rolled off her stockings and removed the gloves. She giggled as she folded the gloves. "You like these, don't you?" Oh yeah," I said, "I like them a LOT." I watched her stand and I took a second to look at her butt. The little bit of fat she had back there made her cheeks absolutely delectable to me. I pictured them separating to accept the intrusion of my hard dick. I wondered when we would reach that level of intimacy. Honestly, I was more than okay with blow jobs and hand jobs and mutual cock-rubbing, but I really wanted to properly lose my virginity. I wanted to fill her with my come. I stood up behind Tabby and put my hands on her waist. "Lead the way, " I said. We walked like that out of her door and a short distance to the next one. Tabby opened the door and flicked on the light switch. I was immediately impressed by the size and the furnishings in the room. Marble floors, marble counter tops and brass fittings for the sink. I looked at the big jacuzzi tub. A massive, round shower head hung above it. Tabitha was right about the "girly" things: there were quite a few bottles of shampoo and other hair care products around the edge of the tub. The towels looked a little feminine. A pair of low-heeled slippers stood next to the sink cabinet. A silky pink robe hung from a clothes peg on the wall. Yes, I wouldn't have understood this before! A cautionary thought crossed my mind and I voiced it."Are we breaking the rule?" I said. "It's not your room, technically." Tabby shook her head dismissively. "Nope. This is considered part of my room, and we're nowhere near downstairs. Mom just doesn't want us possibly being seen downstairs, going at it." "Are you sure?" I asked. "I don't want to take any chances." "Trust me, boyfriend," she said. "We'll be okay." Tabitha took a seat at the edge of the tub and started the water running. The tub looked big enough for three full grown adults, so I was sure that there would more than enough room for the two of us. I loved hot baths. Showers were great, but nothing beats the feel of hot water up to one's neck. I saw Tabby reach for a container of bath oil. "Hey, wait," I said. She gave a me a puzzled look. "What?" "I don't really want to smell like roses when I go home tomorrow," I said. "Might be hard to explain." Tabitha laughed. "I'm sorry - I'm used to being alone. But if you just shower later and use a strong, manly soap, nobody would know. These just feel really good on my skin." I loved the way she lowered her voice when she said "manly." She put the unopened bottle of oil back. I sat down next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. We kissed. It was odd, but in that moment I imagined that Tim and I could just as well be sitting there. I mean, what if he was not transgendered? I assumed that we would have ended up making love as two guys, and that we might be sitting here in exactly the same state - completely naked - but with entirely different memories of the afternoon and evening. Granted, he did have smudged lipstick around his mouth and mascara on the lashes, but I still recognized the boy I had met in Spanish class. I was still a bit unsure that all of this was real. It was just too good to be true. In a moment of devilishness, I pinched Tabby's side. "Hey!" she squealed, jumping a little. "What's that for?" "I wanted to know if this is all a dream or not, so I had to pinch somebody..." "Go pinch yourself then, boyfriend!" she said as he pushed me back into the tub. Luckily, there was enough water to keep me from landing too hard, but not enough to flood the room with a mini tidal wave. I did get water up the nose and in the ears, but I was used to that. I righted myself and grabbed my girl around the waist. She squealed and laughed as I pulled her into the rising water. I backed into the narrow edge of the tub and leaned back. Tabby relaxed against my body and stretched her legs out on top of mine. We were both in a purely blissful state. As the water reached our stomachs, Tabby leaned forward and selected a bottle of bath oil from her collection. "This is very lightly scented," she said as she opened the bottle. She held it back for me to sniff. She was right. "We really do need just a little, just to slippery things up," she said. Clever girl! Tabby poured a stream of oil into the water and began swishing it around. We did indeed get slippery. Tabby capped and replaced the bottle, then returned to her place against my stomach. I reached around her chest and intertwined my fingers. We watched the water rise to our necks before I stopped the faucet. The water was perfectly hot and nearly painful. Steam arose from the surface. Tabitha had her head back against my collar bone and I had my cheek against her right ear. My hands traveled along her stomach and rib cage. She continued to swirl the water to spread the oil. No words were necessary. Of course, my cock couldn't resist the feel of Tabby's back against it. It started to rise again. I did not really intend to start another round of sex now, but "Greg Jr." had a mind of his own. Tabby didn't help matters by moving the small of her back from side to side. "Hey," I said, chuckling. "What?" She replied, innocently. "I need to get a kink out of my back. Let me try this." She started moving up and down. The little vixen was torturing me. I didn't make any attempt to stop her. After a little more of the "massage," Tabby slid forward and turned around. She backed into the opposite corner of the tub. Her little feet reached the sides of my waist. She gave me a stern look. "Now Greg," she said in a serious voice, "we didn't come here to do it again." She leaned forward and took my dick in both hands. "This," she gave it a squeeze "is just not right. I'm ashamed of you, and I'm not going to encourage your misbehavior." Tabby was mimicking our Spanish teacher, who often used those very words. She let go of my cock and crossed her arms against her chest. I rolled my eyes. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Sanchez," I said in my best droll, disinterested voice. "It won't happen again." Tabitha shook her head. "No, young man. You need to learn a lesson. Stay perfectly still." I complied, and in an instant I felt the soles of two little feet trap my dick between them. Tabby moved her feet until they were at an angle to my fully hard dick. Then she started moving them so that the soles stroked nearly all of the flesh of my shaft. This was just as good as a blow job! I watched her expressions as she stroked me. What a gorgeous face. So feminine. Whatever medications they were giving her, plus her damned good genes, had turned her into a knockout of a young lady. Her smile and the batting of her eyes added to my desire for her. The pressure in my groin increased by the second. I was groaning steadily. Suddenly, she stopped! My eyes popped open and I gave her a questioning look. Tabitha did her best teacher face. "Do you see how I can punish you?" she said. "Fuck yes - I've learned my lesson!" I grabbed att her feet, but she was too fast and slippery to be caught. "Alright then, I believe you. Just a little more punishment for you so you won't forget!" The feet resumed their position, along with my poor cock. The stroking resumed. I think that the pause in the action made the ejaculation even stronger. Tabby had figured out how to time my orgasms pretty well. She was a quick learner! Now, getting squeezed in the most delightful way, my cock let loose a jet of semen into the water. I swore I heard a "swoosh," but it was probably the sound of my blood rushing around my ears. Several more spasms followed. I couldn't believe how much fluid I had produced in the last twenty-four hours. I couldn't believe that Tabby and I had had our first kiss just a bit longer than that. This was definitely a weekend to remember. How I did not pass out, right there in the tub, is still beyond me. I was steaming hot, between the heat of the water and my own body temperature. My yes were slightly unfocused and I was panting like a horse. Tabitha returned to sit with me. I pulled her close and kissed her neck, then her ear. The contact with her ear caused her to shriek and shrug. I did it again. Then the other ear. She laughed uncontrollably. I stopped, as I needed to rest. "My god, you're hot!" she said. "Do you need to get out?" "No," I said, "Just give me a second to get back to normal." Tabitha snuggled in against me and sighed. I rocked her gently and kissed her temples. Before long my heart rate was back to normal and I felt better than ever. Now it was my turn to please her. I moved my hands down to her inner thighs. "You don't have to do a thing," Tabby whispered. "I'm so happy right now, I could cry." Her penis seemed to be pretty happy, as well. It was fully hard again. I ignored Tabby's words and I started stroking her shaft. I watched the action as the little head poked out between my thumb and forefinger, the disappeared again. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand. I had an idea. "Can you rise up on all fours?" I asked. "What for?" she said. I noticed a hint of worry. "Not that,? I said. ?Trust me. I just want to please you.' Tabby moved her legs around and placed her hands on the floor of the bath tub. Her waist and buttocks remained underwater. ?That's good,? I said. I leaned forward and took her butt cheeks in my hands. I kneaded them and then ran my hands all over her dick and balls. Next, I rubbed the back of my index finger against her asshole. That produced a moan from Tabby. I did this several times. She pressed back against my hand. I pulled it back and pointed the tip of my finger at her sphincter. I touched it. She jumped a little. I gave just a bit of a push and sent my finger, up to the first joint, into Tabitha's ass. ?Ooooo,? she squealed. I waited for her to pull off or yell at me, but neither happened. In fact, she pushed back slowly and reached the second joint. ?Good girl,? I quietly said. I moved the finger entirely into her rectum. She moaned. I slowly pulled it out, but not all the way. I started to push again, and Tabby pushed back. Now, I moved my finger downward and backward, in my direction. Tabby let out a grunt and her anal muscles clamped around my finger more tightly than ever. I replicated the moves and, before long, we were moving automatically. I ?tickled? the spot that seemed to please her the most. Tabby's head shook and her hair whipped around in every direction. She was moaning constantly. I reached around and touched her penis, and felt it jerk. She shrieked, tensed up, then pushed my hand away from her butt and panted. She stayed on all fours as she caught her breath and returned to reality. ?I almost fainted,? she said in a ragged voice. Tabby turned and nearly lost her balance. I caught her and pulled her until we were face-to-face. Kisses followed. Lips, cheeks, eyelids, foreheads, noses ? everywhere. I felt her heart slow down and return to normal. Tabby held my head in her hands and looked at me under heavy eyelids. ?I am so tired,? she said. ?We need to get some rest, my love.? ?I think so, too,? I said. ?This has been the best day of my life. By far.? That earned me another kiss. We separated, and Tabby moved up to the rim of the tub and swung her feet over. She reached for a towel and started drying herself. I stood and let the water drain from me. Tabby handed me a towel and watched me as I dried. I sat down next to her and pulled my legs out of the water. Tabitha immediately reached down and dried my lower legs and feet. I think we had an unspoken agreement not to touch each others' privates. Dried, Tabby and I stood up and hung our towels over the curtain rod. She lifted her robe from the hook and crossed the room to step into her slippers. They looked unbelievably cute on her feet. Tabby opened the drain switch on the tub, then she took my hand and, with a big smile, led me from the room. We moved into the bedroom and closed the door. Tabby pulled down the sheets covers and sheets and gestured for me to climb onto the bed. I did. ?I'll just be a second,? she whispered. She covered me with a sheet and then went around the room to blow out the candles. A night light provided enough illumination for her as the candles went out, one by one. Tabby gathered all of our clothes from the floor and the bed, then carried them to the closet. I loved watching her do her bedtime tasks. After Tabby entered the closet I had a few moments to go over the events of the day. It seemed like two or three days crammed together. The talk with Laura, the conversation with all three of us together, the dinner, the first sex ? it couldn't all have happened in less than twelve hours. Yet it had. The best thing was that I didn't have to run home now. In just a few seconds my lovely new partner was going to sleep next to me for as long as we liked. Life was good. Tabby turned off the closet door and walked to the bedside. She was wearing a very sexy black teddy and matching panties. The click of heels told me that she still wore the slippers from the bathroom. She stepped out of them and slid into the bed. She lifted the covers and moved over to my side. Tabby gave me a kiss on the cheek, then laid her head on my chest. ?I love you so much,? she whispered. I kissed the top of her head. ?I love you more than I can say,? I answered. ?And this is just the beginning.? Tabitha was asleep in no time at all. I wanted to roll to my side, as I usually did before sleeping, but I didn't want to disturb her. I just listened to her breathing and felt her warm little exhalations on my chest. Every muscle I owned was relaxed. I was warm, full, clean, exhausted and sexually spent. I wanted for nothing.