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Carole's Twin - Part Two
Note: My dear reader, I recommend that you first read "Carole's Twin" to
best follow and understand the progress of this story.
Whether it was fate or otherwise, at that very moment the radio began
playing Ringo Starr's "You're Sixteen." As I slowly walked toward Jack,
I swayed seductively for him, mouthing the words. From his expression,
I knew that I was doing everything right, and I longed to hold my
femininely shaped and attired body against him for as long as possible
in my role as Carole.
Jack stood and I moved towards him trying to look confident and innocent
at the same time. As I reached him, his arms enveloped me, and I melted
against my strong, handsome "husband," and we began to slowly dance
together. Unlike the way Jack first held me against him as I had cried
at being discovered dressed as his wife, Carole, this time he held me as
I imagined he would any woman he was attracted to, and my mind prepared
me to be the best wife possible for my dear "husband."
Spoken words weren't necessary as I savored Jack's strong, yet gentle
hold of me against him. I soon felt his hardness growing and pressing
through his trousers against the fabric of my skirt and my own body, and
it was such a wonderful boost of my confidence. He was aroused by ME!
Having absolutely no sexual experience at this point of my life other
than my masturbation in private, what I did still came completely
naturally to me. As I coyly pressed myself against him, he answered by
pressing back with his hardness. While I relished feeling my own tucked
penis growing hard within the tight confines of my pantyhose, my mind
was not giving much thought to cares about my own pleasure at that
moment. I was just happy to not have my own hardness blemish my
feminine form as Jack continued to move against me while holding us
tightly against each other.
In time, the song ended and the station went to a commercial, but Jack
continued to hold me as I rested my head against his chest. I dared not
look up as my mind raced with thoughts of what I should do next, but I
need not have worried.
Jack's arms loosened their grasp and he quietly said, "I made your
drink... why don't we sit and talk for bit." I felt his hardness still
pressing against me as I titled my head backward just a bit to look up
at his face and nodded yes. I moved backward one step and grasped his
hands in mine, and took a long moment to smile before he took control
and led me to the couch.
Using my hand to sweep beneath my skirt as I sat, I saw Jack grin
broadly. "What? Did I do something?" I asked.
"No, you, well yes, you did. You sat down just like she does."
"I didn't even notice."
"You've been doing this for a while, haven't you?"
I felt a little self conscious about answering, but Jack seemed to be
truly interested, and under the circumstances with me dressed and
looking like a younger version of his wife in her own clothing, make up
and wig, I decided to be totally honest.
"I guess I was probably twelve or thirteen when I started noticing how
women's clothes were a lot different, softer, prettier than what boys
were supposed to wear."
As I spoke, Jack picked up his drink, which I knew was a Manhattan, as
it was something my own parents drank, and he sipped it as he listened.
I reached for my own drink, and Jack explained that "I" usually liked to
have a Grasshopper when I wasn't drinking wine. I smiled and took a
sip, finding the sweet minty drink was strongly made, and immediately
felt it tingling my tongue.
I smiled at Jack, whispering, "perfect," and took one more sip before
continuing to explain my experience with women's clothing. I was adult
enough to know that by serving me alcohol, Jack was willing to deal with
whatever consequences or pleasures the rest of the night might bring.
"At first, it was mostly exploring my mom's lingerie from the hamper,
then sneaking into her room to explore her drawers. Then I started
wearing some things at night that I borrowed from her. But after a
while, I wanted to feel how everything felt put together, and tried
dressing up whenever I could."
Jack finished his drink, but continued questioning me, "So, when did you
first start dressing in Carole's things?"
"It was a couple of months after I started babysitting for you.
Usually, Kenny was home, so even though I wanted to do it so badly, I
didn't because I was afraid he'd get up after going to bed and find me
with his mom's things. Then about a year ago, he wasn't home for one
night, and I just did it."
I paused a moment and picked up my drink to take another sip. Jack
smiled and nodded. "Did you like that?"
"Oh, Jack, I loved it," I gushed, and then realized he was talking about
the Grasshopper.
"It's okay, I made the first one a little strong, but I can..."
"How many do you normally make for me?"
"Two."
"Then that's what I want, and the exact same way as this one, please."
"Your wish is my command," and he then allowed me to continue.
"We're both about the same size, so almost everything she has fits me,
and I just fell in love with all of the closets upstairs and downstairs
full of dresses and skirts, and blouses, sweaters, everything."
"She definitely loves to shop... I doubt she's even worn half of them
more than once. Is what you're wearing one of your favorites?"
"I've worn the skirt a few times, but this is the first time wearing
this top."
"Well, it looks great on you, by the way, really great."
I blushed as I answered, "I just try to be her when I dress like this."
"Have the kids ever seen you?"
I paused before answering the question, and took another sip of my
drink. "Yes, I thought they wouldn't really notice when I would peek in
on them to be sure they were okay, but one time when I was dressed and
was changing Taylor's diaper... she called me, 'Mama' as I put her back
in her crib."
"Wow, did you feel happy or sad when that happened?"
I smiled at his obvious concern and whispered, "A little of both."
Jack's hand reached out and his index finger lightly traced over my
blouse and he felt the bra filled and shaped with the bird seed breast
forms. He then gently cupped my faux left breast, "They feel almost
real."
I blushed and stammered out, "I wish they were."
Still cupping my breast, Jack asked, "Do you dress like this for anyone
else you babysit for?"
"I've tried some things when I sit for Sue Arlington, I think you know
her, but it's nothing like being Carole."
"Sue's definitely pretty, but she's a lot smaller than even Carole. I
doubt you found anything you could fit into."
I nodded, "But I still like looking at her outfits and shoes."
"I think you make a very good Carole."
I smiled in response, and Jack continued, "When I came home tonight, you
looked exactly like her. You had me almost speechless when I realized
it wasn't her who was dancing."
Jack's eyes bore into me, assessing me, the woman, his wife for the
evening, and, hopefully, finding everything to his suiting. While I did
not need him to get me drunk to take our situation further, I was
willing in every way to make this evening perfect for him.
I took my glass and finished my drink in two lingering sips, noticing
the lipstick imprints on the edge of the glass. I thought to myself
that I would need to make sure I thoroughly washed the glasses before
putting them away to keep Carole from noticing another woman was loose
in her house.
Jack took the empty glasses and headed back to the bar to make the next
round of drinks. From my position on the couch, it made me tingle
whenever Jack glanced over at me. He was so completely at ease with the
situation, and while I briefly wondered how often he might be unfaithful
to Carole in his travels, I found it flattering that he was being so
kind and attentive to me. If he was willing to have me, I intended to
be Carole in every possible way, or whatever other woman he wanted me to
be.
I decided to be a bit assertive and rose to go over to sit across from
him on one of the bar stools. I could never have slid so glamorously or
easily into the seat again if I tried it again a hundred times, but
after closing the distance, I felt I could stop the conversation about
my dressing, and bring it to the next level.
"If you want, I could change into something else tonight."
Jack smiled. "You're perfect. Don't change a thing."
I couldn't help but smile. "Then I won't."
Jack finished making my second drink and placed it in front of me. My
fingers traced around the stem of the glass, waiting for Jack to finish
making his own drink.
I held my drink up in a silent toast to my "husband." There was a
purposeful silence as Jack clinked his glass against mine, and I took a
long sip of my drink and he did the same with his own drink. At this
point, there was no need for words, and I contentedly sipped my drink,
finding pleasure seeing my fresh lipstick imprint on the rim of the
glass.
Three or four minutes of quietly sipping our drinks passed, and I could
feel the alcohol warming my tummy. On an impulse, I finished my drink
and then asked, "When I'm feeling romantic, what do I drink?"
Jack smiled and reached for a bottle of Sambuca, undid the cap and
poured a shot glass of it for me. "This."
I took the shot glass in my right hand and savored the Sambuca's aroma.
My tongue darted into the liquid and I realized my reaction to the taste
was probably funny to Jack, but he simply smiled and watched me.
I braved the intense anise flavor and finished the shot in one move.
The licorice flavor enveloped my tongue and mouth, and the liquid warmed
both my mouth and added to the warmth already in my tummy.
As I put the shot glass down, Jack's hand reached out for mine and he
held it gently for a moment. My heart fluttered as I removed my hand
from his and then began to lightly trace the words "I love you" in
script style across his palm.
Just looking at his hand as I traced out the words using the glossy
press on nail extension was so romantic and erotic for me. I don't know
if he even knew the words I was tracing on his palm, but in the middle
of repeating the words the third time, he grasped my hand and drew me
around to his side of the bar. I was pulled so quickly that I even had
trouble just tip toeing in my heels.
Still gripping my hand with one of his, he held me around the waist with
his other hand and drew me close against him. I tilted my head back and
accepted the first tentative kiss, and I immediately savored the
intimacy of the moment.
Jack pressed his tongue past my lips and my own tongue met his. Our
tongues swirled and probed playfully at first, and I pressed myself more
tightly against his body. Feeling his hardness heightened my desire and
I wrapped my arms lovingly around his neck. I could hardly believe how
much I liked kissing him. It wasn't a stretch at all to simply feel I
was the woman and he was the man--my man. It wasn't unpleasant at all,
and I responded as his kiss became more passionate, moving my body
against him as the woman in me eagerly anticipated whatever was to come.
The kissing continued, and I loved how my lipstick felt against Jack's
own lips, and how his tongue probed my mouth, forcing its way into me.
I tasted the alcohol from his Manhattan and my tongue teased and swirled
seeking the exotic flavor hiding in Jack's tongue. His cologne mixed in
the air with my own perfumed scent, and it smelled wonderful.
Jack broke the kiss and took a moment to just look at me. "I just need
to catch my breath, God, you're amazing," he almost whispered. He
smiled and then lightly kissed me on the lips.
Perhaps it was instinct, or perhaps it was completely by accident, but
as I was held in his strong arms, my leg moved against his hardness. He
pressed gently back in response, and I repeated my own movement, coyly,
not too hard, not to soft, but I knew what my attentions on him were
doing to his hardness.
"You're amazing, too," I whispered, as my hand now moved down to begin
massaging his penis through his trousers, using my palm to press and
then rub against it.
Jack pulled me into a hard, passionate embrace, almost lustful in its
intensity. The kiss lasted for a few minutes, with my left arm pulling
desperately around his neck, and my right hand massaging and getting a
sense of his fullness and size.
Almost breathlessly, Jack broke our embrace and his kisses then moved to
adorn my forehead and then down to lash his tongue on my ears. It was
almost ticklish, and I rubbed my faux breasts against him as I squirmed
with delight.
I playfully broke from his grasp, giving one glance to him, and then
darted for the stairway. With Jack only steps behind me, I raced up the
stairs and dashed down the hall towards the master bedroom--Carole and
Jack's bedroom--our bedroom.
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