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Two Girls - Pt 1
Becky and Simon married when they were just twenty-three years old, now
four years ago. They had reasonable jobs, a nice apartment and some fun
friends. One night they were visiting a couple of friends for drinks and
the subject arose of women waxing their legs.
"I hate it, but there's no good alternative," Becky said.
"Yeah, who wants to make love to a gorilla," Mike joked and his wife
raised her eyebrows at his comment.
"It can't be that bad," Simon chipped in.
"The pain or the shaggy legs?" Mike continued, even though both women
were giving him a cold stare.
"You wouldn't find it so funny if you had to do it," Becky rounded on
Simon.
"Yeah," Mike said. "Why don't you show the girls that it's a breeze,
Becky could do your chest. I bet you wouldn't even flinch."
Simon wondered how he had become singled out for this experiment when it
was Mike who had made the disparaging comments, but Becky went off to
get her kit and Jenny sat back smiling. Simon wasn't too worried as he
didn't have that much body hair anyway, and very little on his chest. He
had tried to grow a beard once and it had turned out to be a thin,
sparse affair. Becky set her kit to heat up and Simon accepted another
drink in preparation for his ordeal.
"Okay," said Becky, when it was ready. "Let's see that chest then."
It only hurt a little, but Simon tried to pretend it didn't hurt at all,
in order to support Mike. Both the women tested Simon's chest with their
fingers and agreed that it was a much better look and feel.
"Why don't we do Mike now?" Becky suggested.
"Not me ladies, I'm keeping my hair on."
That evening, in bed, Becky was quite intrigued by Simon's smooth chest
and was biting and sucking his nipples while they had sex. It was also
more of a turn-on for Simon than he would have expected. With gentle
persuasion over the next week or two he was sent off to a salon to get
the rest of his body waxed. He was certain that it would hurt in some
areas more than others and also be rather embarrassing, but the pain
soon took his mind off his shyness. By the time he got home the tingling
on his skin had subsided.
"Come on then,' Becky demanded. "I want to see all."
"What do you want, a naked parade or something?"
"That'll do," said Becky and folded her arms waiting for Simon to
comply.
He stripped in the bedroom with Becky watching. Once he was naked she
made him twirl round.
"Cute," was all she said and moved closer to touch his balls and cock.
Simon loved the feeling too and their sex life hit new highs. When she
said that she didn't want full sex a week or so later, she offered to
bring Simon off with a pair of her silk panties wrapped around his cock.
He came hard and she licked it off his tummy.
"Wow Becky that was so hot."
She giggled and crept up his body, never breaking eye contact, then
kissed him with her mouth still sticky with cum. She fed cum into his
mouth with her tongue. Simon couldn't believe how much he enjoyed that
too.
It only started to go wrong when Becky went away one week on business.
Simon was bored, missed Becky, and decided to repeat the treat with her
panties. By the third night he was wearing them when he came and eating
his own cum off his fingers. From then on, every time she was away, or
even out for a long time, Simon indulged myself in this way.
From wearing her panties he soon progressed to trying on her dresses,
stockings, bras and shoes. Everything felt so good against his smooth
skin. He was pretty much the same height as Becky, at about 5' 7", and a
similar weight. People had often joked that they were more like twins
than a couple. Becky even had quite well padded bras as she only had
small tits.
Ever since he was a student Simon had worn his hair long and never had
to change this habit as he worked in a publishing firm who tolerated
such eccentricities. He usually tied it back with a rubber band at work,
but when home, dressed in Becky's clothes, he let it fall down onto his
shoulders in a more feminine style.
This game went on for a few months until Becky came back from a trip
early. She went completely mad when she opened the front door and found
Nick dressed and relaxing on the sofa with a drink and a video playing
on the television.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
For Simon it was like the world had ended and he had no idea what to say
or do.
"When did this start, how long have you been dressing like a fucking
girl - and in my clothes you pervert."
Without waiting for a reply, she stormed into the bedroom. Simon
followed, trying to make excuses from the door.
"But you started it, it was your idea. You made me get my body waxed,
even my legs. You did that thing on me with your panties, even made me
eat my own cum. I wouldn't have..."
Simon's excuses petered out when he started to cry.
"You had no right to borow my clothes. Don't try to blame it on me. Why
didn't you get some of your own if you wanted to do this."
She stood in the bedroom holding up a dress that Simon had left on the
bed.
"Have you been wearing this," she demanded.
It was a very pretty dress and Nick nodded in reply. Her questions
continued about all her clothes as she pulled them out of the wardrobe
and drawers. Underwear, shoes, everything was held up for the shattered
Simon to nod or shake his head in reply to her questions. Those he
confessed to wearing were discarded onto the floor, the rest were packed
in one of two large suitcases that Becky had taken down from the top of
the wardrobe.
She rang for a taxi and demanded that the driver came up to the flat to
help her with her luggage. Eventually she pushed past Simon with the two
suitcases and he started to follow her, but he sank onto the sofa in
despair. Becky gathered a few other items she wanted and crammed them in
a couple of smaller bags. All this time she was remonstrating with
Simon.
"How long has this been going on? No, don't tell me, I don't want to
know. And why, why the fuck are doing this?"
"I don't know why," Nick sobbed. "I guess it just feels nice."
"Well you can keep the apartment. I'll find a hotel tonight and I'll get
my solicitor to get in contact. Enjoy your fucking pervy life and don't
even think about contacting me other than to sign the divorce papers."
The taxi driver had appeared at the door and obviously found the scene
amusing, blowing a kiss to Simon.
"Good, you're here, take these bags and get me away from this sad
apology for a man."
Becky left, slamming the door so hard that it bounced back open. Simon
was left sobbing on the sofa and feeling sorry for himself. Before he
could summon up the strength to get up and close the door, or change his
clothes, there was a gentle knock and Mrs Leeson, from the next-door
apartment, appeared. She was quite old, about the same age as Simon's
mum.
"I'm sorry Simon, I couldn't help overhearing and thought you might need
some company."
"Oh no, please don't look at me, I'm so sorry," he cried. "I don't want
anyone to see me like this."
Simon didn't have the strength to protest when she came in, sat next to
him and put an arm round his shoulder. Thankful for sympathy he leant in
and sobbed on her shoulder. After a while, when Simon had got some
control back, Mrs Leeson made a cup of tea for the two of them. She said
he might be in shock and was going to call her doctor. Ignoring his
protests she helped undress him and got him into bed. When the doctor
arrived he first spoke to Mrs Leeson in the lounge, then came into the
bedroom, checked Simon's pulse and blood pressure and gave him some sort
of sleeping tablets from his bag. Even before the doctor left the room,
Simon was fast asleep.
It was noon the next day, Saturday. The first thing Simon was aware of
was someone in the lounge. He thought for a moment that it might be
Becky, but knew in his heart that she wouldn't be back. Becky never
changed her mind. He cautiously looked out the door and was somewhat
relieved to see Mrs Leeson. She was tidying up the mess Becky had left,
ironing the discarded clothes and putting them on hangers. She told
Simon to put on a dressing gown and come out to have something to eat.
There was only one of Becky's gowns available.
Mrs Leeson was amazing that day and quite surprising. She told him that
her son had started dressing when he was ten, her husband had left and
she'd started what turned into a small chain of beauty salons. She was
quite well off but still retained some control of the salons. She
understood exactly what had attracted Simon to dressing and said he
mustn't suppress it or he would be unhappy.
Over the course of the next few days she taught Simon how to do his
makeup properly, she even cut his hair so that he could wear it
acceptably for work but transform into a more feminine style at home.
What really surprised Simon was the story Mrs Leeson told him about her
son. She said he'd made a bit of a name for himself as a photographer,
mainly portraits, and explained something that had puzzled Nick without
him realising it.
"You've seen him visit me of course. You must have noticed Nicky." she
said.
"I don't think I have. Maybe I've not been around when he's visited.
I've seen your daughter I think."
"Oh silly me," she said, "of course you wouldn't have known would you."
Simon almost heard the penny drop in his head.
"You've seen that attractive woman who visits me haven't you? Dark,
bobbed hair and always in very high heels?"
Simon nodded.
"Well, that's my son, although he prefers me not to use that term so I
usually just call him my Nicky."
Nick knew that the woman she described would have been noticed by almost
anyone within half a mile. Stunningly attractive, glamorous, beautifully
dressed and, even when in jeans, legs to die for. Simon's mouth had
dropped open a few inches.
"I told Nicky about you when we spoke on the phone last night and she'd
really like to meet you, but I told her that it would have to be your
decision. Even I still get confused after all these years. I think of
her as my son but I'm always careful to refer to her as 'she', I suppose
you can see how difficult it is?"
"Um, is Nicky still... I mean has she had the..., the, or rather an,
operation." Nick stumbled over the question in his mind, not sure how to
phrase it.
"Oh my dear," she giggled. "Do you mean does she still have all her
bits. Well she does. I know she wouldn't mind me telling you because she
makes no secret of it."
Brenda talked more about Nicky and her career and where she lived and
she sounded so successful. Simon couldn't believe she'd want to meet him
and said as much.
"But she must have so many friends already?"
"Oh she does, but she has a soft spot for people who are just
discovering their true identity, if you know what I mean."
A couple of days later Brenda tapped on the door and told Simon that
Nicky was popping in and would he like to join them for a cup of tea, as
Sarah, that being the name he'd adopted when dressed. Simon agreed and
then realised that it would be the first time he'd set foot outside his
apartment when dressed.
Nicky was lovely, friendly, easy to get on with and even complimented
Sarah on her appearance. Then she whispered to Sarah that her mother had
hinted at how pretty she was and that she just needed confidence. Nicky
persuaded her to go to the cinema that evening and Sarah surprised
herself by agreeing. Nicky said that she'd drop by and pick her up in
time for a drink first.
Brenda helped Sarah get ready and made her go for quite a smart dress
and four inch heels. Sarah thought they made her too tall as they took
her to almost 5' 11" but Brenda said that she looked fabulous in them
and they made her legs look so long. Sarah needn't have worried because
Nicky turned up in similarly spiky heels. They tottered off together to
a bar, where the men couldn't take their eyes off the two glamorous
women, but Nicky put them down so easily when approached. After their
drink Nicky blew a kiss to one of the guys, just to tease him and Sarah
did the same. They were both giggling when they arrived at the cinema.
It was a romantic comedy and they giggled again, all the way home in the
taxi. The driver practically dribbled when he saw their legs as they
slid out of the back of his cab. When they got to Sarah's apartment,
Nicky stood with her back to the door.
"So, are you going to ask me in for a coffee?"
Nicky leaned forward, just enough to brush her lips against Sarah's, who
froze.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "That was too soon wasn't it?"
Sarah shook head very slowly, smiled and leaned in again. This time her
lips parted just enough for Nicky's tongue to slip between them.
It would be accurate to say that Sarah was still confused. Dressed as
woman, being kissed by another man, also dressed as a woman. She
wondered where was this going and decided that she didn't really care.
Sarah engaged in the kiss with some enthusiasm.
As they kissed, Nicky softly leant the length of her body against Sarah.
Legs touched and it was like an electric shock sizzled between them.
Whatever kind of confusion Sarah's brain was struggling with, her body
knew exactly how it felt and how to react. It was as if a steel bar was
forming inside her panties. Nicky seemed quite appreciative, moving
herself against it in a way that made them both moan.
As Nicky's body pressed against Sarah, she kissed down her neck and
Sarah tilted her head up to allow her to bite and suck her soft flesh.
When Nicky's hands slipped from her waist, down to her hips and then
slowly cupped her ass. Sarah let her pull their bodies hard against each
other.
"Mmm, do you think we ought to take this inside in case my mum hears us
out here?" Nicky whispered in her ear; her tongue flicking out to make
Sarah shudder with delight.
They both broke into giggles again at the thought of being interrupted
by Brenda and Sarah scrambled in her bag for the door key. As she
unlocked the door, Nicky's hard body pushed against her ass and she
could feel just how excited Nicky had become.
Sarah was nervous. She'd never contemplated anything like this, but she
was also excited and so turned on that Nicky could probably have lifted
her dress and fucked her right there without Sarah protesting.
The door opened suddenly and the two girls moved through into the
apartment, Sarah turning to accept more kisses as she slid her arms
round Nicky's neck.
"I've never done anything like this Nicky. You'll have to tell me what
to do."
"Just do whatever feels right Sarah my darling."
They both fell against the door to close it and Nicky's hands were on
Sarah's ass and back, holding every part of their bodies together. They
came up for breath and Nicky took Sarah's hands and walked slowly
backwards towards the sofa, their eyes locked and fingers playing
sensuous games with each other.
Nicky took one of Sarah's hands to her mouth and kissed each finger in
turn, sliding an index finger between her lips and sucking it into her
mouth. She sat elegantly onto the sofa, still holding Sarah's hands, and
pulled her slightly sideways to sit on her lap. Sarah willingly
complied.
Nicky had one arm round Sarah's waist and one running up the outside of
her leg. Each time it reached a slightly higher spot she kissed Sarah
deeper, harder, her fingers found the bare flesh above the stocking top.
A moan escaped Sarah's mouth as the hand crept over the front of her
thigh and fingers touched her tented panties. Nicky pulled back and gave
Sarah the most lascivious look, half closing her eye as her tongue wet
her lips. Their eyes never left each other as Nicky's fingers slid
inside the straining panties.
Sarah's lust was reflected in her face, it was confirmed when her cock
sprung out of the top of her panties. Nicky's lips parted as her fingers
closed round Sarah's already moist cock. Then she kissed her again.
Sarah knew she should be returning some of this attention, but was in a
kind of daze as Nicky's lips covered hers and those long fingernails
gently grazed her hard cock. Then Nicky moved down and all Sarah saw was
the top of her head. Sarah's eyes glazed as those full lips met the tip
of her cock. She moaned and her hips rose to engage with Nicky's expert
mouth.
Sarah realised that her hand was laying Nicky's hip, her body twisted so
that Sarah could stroke her thigh if she stretched just a little. As
Sarah pulled Nicky's dress up, to reveal her suspenders, Nicky shifted
her position to give more easy access to her panties. Sarah didn't need
any more encouragement.
Her hand found Nicky's panties just as her full length was engulfed by
Sarah's mouth. She slid her fingers into the top of Nicky's panties and
came in contact with the first cock she'd ever touched, other than her
own. It was hot and silky smooth and felt like it was alive. Smaller
than her own, but still more than could fit in her hand. Sarah wrapped
her fingers round it and started to make the kind of moves she liked
herself. It seemed to be working as Nicky twisted her body a little more
to allow her access. Sarah now had one hand stroking Nicky's hair and
one stroking her cock.
Somehow, whether by luck or some sort of common consent, Sarah felt
Nicky stiffen at exactly the same time that she exploded in her mouth.
Sarah's hand kept playing with Nicky's cock until it gradually relaxed.
Her hand had been covering the tip, cum was all over her fingers and she
tried to keep it off Nicky's dress.
Nicky sucked Sarah dry and carefully tucked her cock back in her
panties, then turned fully on her back, her head in Sarah's lap, looking
at her with glistening lips.
Sarah brought her cum covered hand to her own mouth and sucked and
licked the juices from it as Nicky watched. It tasted similar to her
own, but much naughtier.
"That was nice," Nicky said. "But how about that coffee?"
"I suppose we could," Sarah replied. "But I'm not sure whether I have
any cream left."
They both descended into a fit of giggles once again.
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