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The Newlyweds
Chapter 2: Heart Shaped Betrayal
The alarm sounded. I remembered Jasmin had made a promise to a new
friend that we'd have brunch with them down the street at a small
bistro. How could she make friends so quick? I asked myself while still
lying in bed. We've been in town for about five days. Already she made a
dozen friends and was on the phone or texting people like they were war
buddies or childhood friends. Jasmin must have just gotten up, her
pillow was still warm. I almost drifted back to sleep.
Jasmin stood naked in the doorway to the bathroom. "Come on, Sweets. We
both need a shower." She beckoned with her finger slowly. I stood up
from the bed. I took off my short sleeve cream colored pajama top as I
raced to Jasmin's arms. She tugged at my matching cream satin tap pants.
She insisted they weren't panties since they had pants in the name. They
were comfortable however. Jasmin bent down to take them off. "I want to
do something special this morning she said. Please don't say no." She
bit her bottom lip. How could anyone say no to that.
In the shower we lathered each other up. Jasmin let me explore her
breasts and stomach with my soapy hands. She shampooed my hair with a
flowery smelling shampoo and applied an in-shower lotion to my body.
Then she asked I do the same to her. "Is it time for this something
special?" I asked.
Jasmin grabbed the razor from the small shelf. "I always wanted to do
this to you," she said.
"What?" I asked thinking I new the answer. My legs haven't been shaved
in a little over a week since we moved in together.
She gave her smile and went to her knees. I fell apart.
"Stay still Sweets. Look forward." She started shaving my pubic area.
This was something I had never done before and she never asked I do. She
cupped my balls. "Someone's getting nervous?" she asked coyly. "Don't
worry. I practiced shaving a heart in my best friend, Mee-Yon's, pubic
area. She loved it."
"You shaved your best friend?" I was getting excited at just the thought
of two Korean girls in the shower shaving each other.
"Uh-huh. I asked if I could practice before I came over here. Mee-Yon
and I are as close as sisters." She looked up at me and pressed her chin
against my penis. "She was also my kissing partner. My father wouldn't
let me date when I was younger. Mee-Yon and I would have sleep overs and
practice kissing and touching so when we finally got dates we'd be
ready," she said this matter-of-factly. Like this was normal behavior. I
nearly came. Jasmin must have noticed and turned the shower water cold.
"Now, now. Only I get to do that for you."
Ten minutes later Jasmin shaved a blond heart in my pubic hair and a
small heart in hers as well. My legs, chest and armpits were also shaved
bare. Jasmin had gently coated me in baby powder and I did the same to
her. She had me wear a pair of white boyshorts with red lace trim. I
wore pale purple thigh high socks and a white A-shirt underneath. Brown
skinny slacks and a purple T-shirt topped off my clothes. Jasmin had
matching purple bikini panties and demi bra. She wore brown tights with
a brown cordoroy shorts and the same purple T-hirt to match my own T-
shirt and socks.We both wore matching slip on leather slippers.
"You could say no to this but I'd like to apply some foundation to your
face," she said. "I'd like to cover up some of your acne scars and even
out your complexion."
"What with make up?" I asked. I was getting comfortable wearing the
boyshort panties. And I lost the argument that the tap pant bottoms in
my pajama set were panties. Was this too much? I asked myself. When I
got nervous I chewed on my nails. I was doing that now.
"It's just a little to even out your skin. I love you just the way you
are. But I would like to show you off when we start college next week."
She lowered her head. "It's OK if you say no."
"How about a little to see how it would look?" I conceded.
"Great!" She perked up. She took my hand and almost pulled it to her
vanity. Jasmin decorated our house over the course of the past few days.
The bedroom was pink and flowery and lacey. Our landlord said we could
paint two accent walls in the apartment. One wall in the bedroom was a
pale pink. The walls were bare still but she had promised she'd get
pictures and chotchkies.
She straddled my lap as I sat down. Quickly she evened out my skin tone.
The foundation made took away some of the tan I still had from Africa
but otherwise I was impressed. Jasmin carressed my ears when she
finished. "Can I add just a little more to make your eyes pop?" I
frowned.
"Not today," I said. Knowing that would break her heart.
"I understand," she said sullen. "I just, just wanted to show you off."
"OK. But if I look silly can I take it off?"
"I don't ever want to make you look silly." Her grin reappeared. She
kissed me and her tongue found its way inside my mouth.
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We arrived at the bistro and there we met Tammie and Denise. Tammie wore
a blue polo shirt and white shorts. Her hair was pulled up in a tight
ballerina bun. She stood almost a foot taller than me. Which was saying
a lot at my own 5'5". Her girlfriend, Denise, was also taller than me
but not by much. She wore a green and flower print sun dress. It was
getting cooler but their clothes and ours were still appropriate. Tammie
rose to greet us. She bent down and kissed Jasmin on the lips. My eyes
must have popped because when Tammie and Jasmin broke their kiss she
said "You're next Honie," She then kissed me, but not as long. We then
all exchanged kisses.
"Tammie, Denise this is my spouse Jamie." She giggled. "Or Honie."
"An absolute pleasure," Tammie said.
We ordered our drinks. Jasmin ordered for us and we both took water with
a lime wedge. Tammie ordered a bloody mary for herself and a water for
Denise. I wasn't used to gay people having spent the last few years in
Africa but felt that a couple that loved each other should be left alone
by the government. And after seeing Tammie and Denise as such a loving
couple my initial tensions eased. Besides they objectively looked cute
together. Just as that thought popped in my head."You're such a cute
couple," Tammie said.
"Thanks. You too," Jasmin pipped in. I froze. It was like Tammie was in
my head. She even winked at me.
When the waitress came around to order Jasmin ordered a Denver omelette.
Tammie ordered the same. I wasn't feeling too hungry and Tammie
suggested Denise split an order of eggs benedict. It was then I noticed
Denise hadn't yet spoke. She was smiling and listening intently to
everything Tammie or Jasmin said. "How is your morning going Denise?" I
asked.
"She's doing fine," Tammie spoke up. Denise nodded. Tammie placed her
hand on Denise's lap. "You can speak up, Denise," Tammie said in a way
as if to suggest this was a command or order.
"It's been been a fine morning," Denise said. "And I'm so glad to meet
you both," she said politely.
"Honie, do you mind if I talk to your spouse about our classes?" Tammie
said. Jasmin had mentioned Tammie was going to be taking the same
classes as her for political science. She was keen on forming a study
groups early for all her classes. I was aware that she had already taken
tests for most all her normal freshman classes and she was entering
college as a sophomore. I had only a handful of credits I picked up with
the Peace Corps and was registering as a freshman with no specific major
yet. Jasmin had her act together and I wouldn't step in the way of her
success.
"No, please do," I said. This left me and quite Denise free to chat. She
looked about my age, early twenties. She had a short pixie cut hairdo
for her brunette hair. Soft, green eyes and creamy skin. Her hands were
folded on the table showing off her french nails. She smiled still
listening to her girlfriend. I turned to face her. "Do you go to college
also Denise?"
She looked to Tammie. Tammie smiled at her and lifted her eyebrows. "No,
I work at the make up counter right there." She pointed to a little shop
next to the bistro called, Ladies Only. It looked to be a high end
botique. She leaned in and asked,"Is that Bare Essentials?" She gently
brushed my cheek with the back of her hand. I froze.
First off I had no idea what kind of make up I was wearing. Jasmin put
it on. Second, Jasmin said it wouldn't be noticeable. Now a lady I just
met found me out. I felt exposed and a little ashamed. She smiled. I was
looking for an escape. Jasmin and Tammie were really engrossed in their
topic, not even noticing us.
"I don't know what kind it is," I said.
Denise must have picked up on my embarrassment. "It's my job, Jamie.
It's not noticeable, but if you like I can show you how to apply it so
only us pros can tell. I bet your spouse did it."
"Yes," I said. Just then I noticed how no one, not even Jasmin, called
me a husband. It was always a spouse. I didn't think much of it when
Jasmin said it. While her acent sounds Californian from years of
practice and time away from Korea, she's still a bit confused with some
words. Which is why I'm wearing red lace boyshort panties. But now
Denise said it. It was odd. "It's my first time today."
"The store is closed today, on Sundays. If it's OK with Jasmin and
Tammie I could give you a little lesson in make up 101," Denise said
helpfully.
Tammie and Jasmin both looked at us. "I've nothing planned for you,"
Jasmin said. "Would that be OK, Tammie?"
Tammie looked at me. "I didn't know you were wearing make up, Honie. How
fashion forward," She reached over the table and touched my face gently.
"Jasmin and I were just discussing how we could go to my place
afterward, but if you need a lesson I can't think of anyone better than
my Denise."
Tammie turned to Jasmin. "I am not a fan of make up. I'm not a Butch
mind you, but it's too much work for me in the mornings. When I met
Denise however, I promised her that once a week she can make me up."
Tammie then framed her face with her hands and fluttered her eyelashes.
"All Denise."
Denise blushed. "I can make you that pretty too, Jamie." Then I blushed.
We ate and talked some more. When the meal was over Jasmin and Tammie
split the check. We all walked over to the Ladies Only botique. Denise
opened the door and turned off the alarm. I hugged Jasmin a goodbye.
"That's no way to do it," Tammie said. She took Jasmin by the arms and
kissed her deeply. "That's how," I was a little taken aback and froze.
Jasmin stood there waiting to be kissed by me then she furrowed her
brow. She took me by my waist and bent me back and kissed me deeply.
"For now, my lovely spouse," Jasmin said softly still supporting me
dipped.
Tammie kissed Denise just as deeply as she had kissed Jasmin. Then she
kissed me. "Don't be nervous, Honie." This second round of kissing had
gotten me a bit hot and bothered and it must have showed. The two ladies
left and Denise locked the doors.
She seemed more at ease now. Maybe because she was nervous around new
people or because we were at her place of work. She moved more deftly
and her eyes were more confident. "Come on, Jamie." She took my hand
with hers and laced her fingers with mine.
Denise took out a kit of some sort. "Just close your eyes. I'm gonna
wipe your face down," She scrubbed my face. Then when I opened my eyes
she was there. I had been married for a few months but only been with my
wife for a few days. We made love once after that my attentions to her
were purely oral. She had not let me come except for that one time. I
promise her and myself I would be faithful but now my hormones, or
something, were pulling me to make a move on Denise. It felt wrong. She
was probably just a kind person who treated everyone like this. But then
why were our fingers laced together? But she's gay. She doesn't like
men. This is where I settled. She's gay and isn't interested in me like
that. She a new friend. That's it, end of story.
We looked into each other's eyes. The lights in the botique were off but
there was plently of midmorning light coming in from the storefront
windows."I really shouldn't have you in here." She finally broke the
silence while not breaking eye contact. "It's called Ladies Only for a
reason."
"Would it help if I were wearing panties?" I joked.
She laughed. "We do welcome crossdressers and transwomen." She handed me
foundation and a brush. "I'm going to take my make up off. And you're
first going to apply it onto me then after you get good at that you will
apply it to you."
After a few minutes of chatting I applied the foundation to her face.
The noises from passersby picked up now that it was closer to noon. She
looked nervous. "Look Jamie, this may have been a mistake. My boss is
cool with me but she'd hate it if a man was in here especially when
we're closed. I can reapply your make up quickly and we can head over to
Tammie's." I was sort of having fun and didn't want it to end so soon.
Denise and I were really getting along I thought.
It was weird when I blurted it out. "I really am wearing panties.
Boyshorts to be exact. Jasmin seems to think they're boy's shorts even
with the red lace." I don't know why I said it maybe have what ever this
was last a little longer. Denise looked a little stunned.
"Really? Red lace boyshorts?" Denise started to get a little angry which
was out of place for her. "Let me see," she insisted.
"What, here?" She looked at the window and took my hand. Again she laced
our fingers and we walked to the store room.
"Take your pants off," She then lifted her dress off over her head. I
can see why now she was angry. "Off, Jamie," I slid my slippers off.
Undid my pants and slid them down over my thigh high socks. Exposing my
red lace, white boyshorts. The same ones she was wearing. She wasn't
wearing a bra. Her breasts were small. If I had to guess less than a A
cup. She had white lace socks and the same sandles as me and Jasmin. We
both stood there for a moment. I giggled a little.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"I don't see why. We're both wearing the same panties," she replied
wryly.
"Well it's more of a request."
She motioned with her hand to spit it out.
"Can you take your, er, let's take our panties off at the same time. I
have a hunch." She gave me a stern look. Again, someone was reading my
mind.
"On the count of three," she said tugging at the hem of her panties.
"One," I took my panties my their sides as well. "Two," She looked into
my eyes again. The way she had when she took off my make up."Three."
We both had hearts shaved into our pubic hair. Tears started straming
down her cheeks. "Today?" she asked. I nodded. She pulled her panties
up. I didn't know what to do. Comfort her. Kiss her. I pulled my own
panties up. I stepped out of my pants and hugged her. I could tell she
felt betrayed. I guess I was too. But I was less hurt about it. Her
girlfriend and my wife were swapping notes and having us wear the same
panties. For what? Some weird turn on.
Her arms found their way around my body. And we hugged each other. I
started getting hard. Our hearts were touching though the fabric our our
panties. This I found erotic. More than the prospect of sex. Our pubic
areas were the same not by either of our chosing. But here we were
embrassed because we both shared something. Very gently I took her chin
and directed her face. We kissed each other gently. As family would. She
broke off the hug. Not in a forceful way but I was clear we were done.
"You should take care of that." She pointed at my erection. Denise
tugged at my panties."You don't want to stretch the fabric."
"Here? Now?" I asked.
"Yeah, Jamie. We're expected somewhere else soon enough. And you can't
walk around with a stack of pennies in your boyshorts or unseemly
stain," she said. I never masterbated in front of someone before. Though
a few times I did it under the covers with a roommate in the room.
Denise began to get angry. She handed me a napkin she took from a shelf
and just stood there in socks and panties with her arms folded. "Ugh!
Start tugging," I started tugging as directed while Denise stared at me.
I fixed my gaze at her brests and almost doubled over when I came.
I didn't notice that she had dressed or left the room. I threw the
napkin away got dressed and went back into the main part of the store.
Denise had pulled her hair back in a quick ponytail and reapplied her
make up. She patted the bar stool. "Come on Jamie. I'll do you make up
for now and you can have a raincheck on a more complete tutorial," I sat
down while she reapplied the foundation. She added some eyeliner and
even a matching shade of matte lip gloss. Which seems a bit oxymoronic.
Lip gloss that was matte. She was all business and her smile was gone.
In silence we walked to Tammie's place. I felt like talking the whole
ten minutes or so but Denise looked straight ahead. I wanted to know
what she felt about telling our significant others about our discovery.
I wanted to know if she felt this weird connection with me. But I didn't
say anything. My thoughts turned to Jasmin.
Jasmin. What was she planning? How long did she really know Tammie? A
small pit formed in my gut. I think now I felt that same sense of
betrayal as Denise. We were both on the same page. And at that moment,
once again someone read my mind.
"Let's not let the others know we both know," she said plainly.
I looked at her and nodded.
"Say it," she demanded.
"I won't tell Jasmin or Tammie I know what they did to us," I replied.
"Good. We're here." She motioned to a duplex townhome and Jasmin opened
the door was we walked up the steps.
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