Rachel - Crossing The Line Part XVII free porn video

Authors note: Thank You to everyone who have left comments or contacted me directly. If you are registered I try to reply to each comment left via your email address given to the site (might wanna check your junk mail folder). From the beginning of this story I knew where I wanted it to go, how so many threads could / might come together and maybe make an interesting garment (story). This chapter introduces, maybe not so subtle at first - but by the end you will know, something bigger than Rachel's walk through life could be the real story... I'm not in a hurry to wrap it all up and put a nice bow on it, but from here on it could all be going in a certain direction - or not - depending on if I wanna move on. This story tried to stay somewhat realistic, so if you like fairies or magic potions - well you're in the wrong story. If you're coming in at this chapter, no worries, but you've missed a bunch. Someone posted a comment about being a binge read. I've done that sooooo many times on this site it's not funny. I especially like writing about Rachel's intimate encounters - Thank You for enjoying as much as I've enjoyed waiting them. Ok, enjoy this episode. XOXO Rachel! December 2nd, 6:14 PM I'd been around the block twice and this third time just drove into the driveway without really any motivation. A Toyota Corolla with California plates was already parked there, the rental car my mom had told me she'd gotten today. I pulled even with the car and cut the engine. I felt sick to my stomach, cold and clammy, and thought seriously about starting up my little Miata and burning rubber the hell outta? here. Absently I clicked the lights off and opened the door... What was I thinking! I was fifteen minutes late and really it was a miracle I was even here to begin with. The night air was cool and chilled my legs. I'd gone back to the condo after being with Nat and gotten cleaned up, deciding to try and 'Wow!' my mom by wearing the Broduer suit and skirt combo, 3" black pumps, and white silk blouse. I loved the way this suit made me look and I felt confident after dawning it at the condo - more or less. Not so much now though, could I even do this? Oh my God! This is nuts! I should just make up an excuse why I couldn't make it... I got out of the car and was bathed in light from the motion sensing garage lights. Like a prisoner breaking out of jail I froze for a second, raising my hand to shield my eyes. Not the entrance I was hoping for and I quickly shut the door, locking it as I made my way to the front door in blinding light. I could feel every strained breath as the ringing in my ears grew to a solid buzzing alarm tone, every click of my heels reverberating like cymbals. I fiddled with my keys and inserted the house key in the door - it opened to a lit living room area and the smell of spaghetti sauce cooking from the kitchen. "Michael honey, can you get me the stool from the hall closet," my mom called from the kitchen. "Sure..." I replied, not sure which voice I was using, would she even be able to tell the difference? And I just moved to the closet and retrieved the stool like some drone worker bee. I was we'll beyond committed to this now and made my way to the kitchen. It felt like I hadn't taken a breath since entering my childhood home - thank God for carpeted floors or I would have surely announced myself with high heels clicking oddly - not that any of what was about to transpire in the next minute wasn't going to be odd! When I got to the doorway of the kitchen, I just stared at my mom, who's back was to me, stirring a pot on the stove. I so wanted to run to her and hug her, but I was scared that what was about to unfold was going to... "Ooh, I'm sorry..." her voice trailed off as the realization hit her when she'd turned around that her son Michael had brought a guest with him, then confusion wrapped her face as she quickly saw that... "Michael?" The questioning and fearful look on her face will forever be ingrained in my memory of this moment. I could not move and before I could process another thought - tears began to flow down my cheeks and then the heavy sobs began... December 2nd, 6:23 PM I hadn't moved from my mom's embrace other than to carelessly wipe tears from my face. She had held me tightly, not saying much of anything, letting me work through whatever I was going through and letting me get out all that made up the past couple weeks of my life's new pressures, and of course the uncertainty of this monumental reveal. My heart ached and I felt instantly drained when I finally stopped crying. Certainly this was liberating, but only at the surface of this meeting. My mom had only said, "It's Ok...", and "Let it out...", and finished with "You're Ok now...", there was much more to come. When we finally separated she pulled a chair into the kitchen from the dining room and had me sit. I could see there was a lot going on in her mind, but she was calm, way more calm than I had expected. She began to speak, then thought better of it and found some Kleenex for me, also a glass of water... "So this is why we haven't seen you in over a month?" she said softly. I could only nod... "Well that explains a lot..." she said trying to smile, "I thought you'd meet a girl and were secretly living together or something along those lines..." There was no judging in her voice, but no mistaking some disappointment and confusion. "I'm sorry Mom..." I whispered. The silence went on for a long moment until she turned to removed the simmering pot from the burner. "Why Michael?" And like a dam breaking I was talking at a blurring pace. She would try to slow me down with thought provoking questions, some pointed questions, then seemed frustrated when I would repeat something a third or fourth time. She listened until I had run out of things to say, then would ask a question which would start the flood of my narrative again. I only had the urge to cry once, but got through it... She asked if I was seeing a doctor and that started a whole puking of the struggles I had gone through. I skipped the injections to my chest, but I did talk about the HRT drugs and how they made me feel, the changes I'd seen, blah, blah, blah. She seemed generally interested and asked the questions you'd expect - from getting clothes, to beauty, to being in public. I explained I'd been dressing since moving out, but only in the past year exploring myself in the public eye. She asked about my job and I glossed over it, saying they were very supportive - which seemed to hold her concern at bay. Then in a motherly tone full of concern she asked if I was seeing a psychiatrist or counselor. I lied and said I was. If you think about it Dr. Bill, Lisa, and certainly Krystal were my sounding boards - my counselors. Maybe even Brad to some extent. The lie seemed to ease her mind and she moved on to talking about suicide - which I quickly put to rest by saying I was happier than I've ever been and reconnecting with my family was the only hang-up I had at the moment - part truth, certainly not even close to being my only neurotic tick. When my mom started looping around to repeating questions, digging deeper for things I began to feel like I needed to stand up for myself, "Mom, there's no going back this is who I am..." "So this is the final you then...", her voice breaking a little. "Mom, this is who I was meant to be... Yes, this is who I am, final answer, no returning..." She looked like she was trying to hold it together and after a very long pause said, "Our life's choices, have far reaching effects Michael. This change is going to effect the family in ways I doubt you've even considered. Every considered..." The confused look on my face told her to continue because I wasn't catching her point fully, "Society is certainly more tolerant of these kinds of things, but society is still cruel. You said so yourself some people look at you differently. Your father and I will need time to process this, we're going to see you differently going forward. Your aunts, your uncle, everyone, Michael, " she caught herself, "Rachel..." "I know that mom, I don't expect this is going to be easy on the family and I'm certainly going to be understanding of others feelings. I know this is going to take time..." "Yes, time, but it's bigger than that," and I could tell she wanted to say 'Michael' and was having trouble saying 'Rachel', "Like if you were a drug addict or criminal, people would apply judgment without knowing the whole story possibly..." "I know that mom, you don't have to worry about me taking people's reactions to heart or whatever. I certainly don't want to cut out family, but it's really something they'll have to accept or we'll just have to agree to disagree." "Yes, yes... But it's bigger than the family. Your father's job is very public, with far reaching outcomes to decisions he makes. If this comes out, I just don't know what kind of fallout that will cause.", she said with concern on her face. I'm sure the blank look again on my face didn't give her much confidence that I knew what she was trying to say, "No one is going to care mom..." "Really? You think it's impossible in this town, Michael? If you think the mob doesn't exist anymore you don't know unions, trade organizations! They daily jump on every move your father makes for this city." she replied a little heatedly and not concerned that she had flubbed my name again. As the mayoral appointed City Planner my father did have a tough job guiding the future build up of the city of Las Vegas, but mob pressure? He was the Code Enforcement guy, the Planning Commission head, and he ran anything that dealt with controlling the cities growth. He'd never once mentioned anything like the mob or bad days at work... And then the clouds parted slowly as I thought about my transition not being what you'd call typical. I mean, what's typical about any of this? But I knew my transition was more than a slippery slope that could affect more than my own course through life - I just hadn't bothered to look beyond my own blinders. "I seriously doubt anyone is going to care about my transition mom..." I said without much conviction. I had felt for a while now there was a game within a game - maybe there was something to the direction my path had taken - maybe I was a pawn? There was more conversation, less heavy, but no less probing. Somewhere along the line my mom asked me about men and I quickly changed the subject, but did mention I didn't need that complication in my life just yet. The final portion of our conversation revolved around SRS and I told her that was my ultimate goal, along with some facial surgery, possibly breast augmentation. There was plenty of displeasure in her stance when I told her those things, but I said that to be complete the old parts of me had to go... "So no grand babies for me..." her voice quivered. "Mom..." and we were hugging again both crying softly. After a bit we parted and went for Kleenex at the same time, "One day mom, I'd like kids. I'm sure there's a way to make that happen..." December 2nd, 8:09 PM We ate, laughed, cried a few more times, and talked years of our lives in just a couple hours. We also ate and I can honestly say home cooked food has never tasted better. My mom told me that my dad was on his way back from Reno for some conference thing during dinner. I was relieved I wouldn't have to relive these past few hours over again tonight - her want due back for at least a couple hours. We agreed to keep this between us a little longer and to meet up later this week. I'm sure we'd rehash much of tonight over again after she got to digest it further, but the comfort of knowing my mom wasn't going to abandon me - well there's just no describing how that made me feel. Her love for me didn't stop at the gender border. Thank God... My mom walked me to my car when it was getting close to the time my dad would be hitting the airport. If it wasn't as cold as it was we'd have talked longer, even with that damn spot light on the garage illuminating is like stage actresses. "Thanks Mom..." I whispered as we hugged one last time. "You'll always be my baby and I love you... No matter who you are, Rachel..." Tears began to flow again and we both agreed we needed to knock it off, but laughed and hugged it out again. I got into my little Miata and drove away crying. The reconnect was a success and I couldn't be happier. December 2nd, 10:47 PM The drive back to the condo gave me time to digest the second biggest revelation of the night. The first of course was my mom was in my court and the relief of that was like the world's weight having been lifted from my shoulders. The other revelation, courtesy of my mom, replaced that weight with that of the whole freak'n Galaxy's?. What had been no more a little tickle or itch in my brain got very real when my mom connected my dad's work with how someone might view my change as an opportunity to screw my dad. I didn't have to look hard for the key player in all this - Brad had been at the center of that itch for a long time now. Everything in my life seemed to revolve around Brad... I tried to put a quick timeline together and then analyze the pieces as I drove - they had to be connected somehow. And if they were - was I the leverage those pieces thought they could use to fuck my dad in some blackmail like shit? That even sounded too crazy to even consider. Something just didn't feel right now, now that I was looking at this from a 180 degree different perspective. Am I a pawn? That thought pissed me off to no end. When I got to the corner of Alta Drive and Decatur Boulevard, I pulled into the Charleston Heights shopping center. Christmas shopping was in full swing and most stores were open until 11 PM, but I wasn't here to shop. I pulled my phone from my purse and dialed Brad's number. It went straight to voicemail. Annoyed, I dialed it again, same thing. Grr!!! I want answers Mr. Anderson! I hung up without leaving a message. Next call was to Lisa. If I couldn't? find Brad, she'd surely know where he was and how I could get in touch with him. The first ring, third, fifth, voicemail... Is everyone I know this damn disconnected? I tried again, voicemail... Fuck! I looked around the half full lot, people returning to cars with bags, and just lost myself in a sea of fears, doubts, and questions without answers. Each was a rolling wave that seemed a little smaller than the one coming after it. Were these people connected? Is Tony Bennito really a diamond guy from Columbus? That asshole Harris Tally - what had Brad told me he did for a living? Was James a car dealership heir? Is there a mob here in Vegas in this day and age? Laughable, right? Thinking about these guys began a tightening of a knot in my stomach... A presence at my window cause me to gasp and I recoiled away from the window. Holy FUCK!!! "You Ok Miss?" The uniformed man stepped back and shined his flashlight into my car. I glanced around and saw the mall security vehicle, his emergency flashers going, parked behind me... Ooh my God! I rolled the window down slightly, "I'm... I just stopped to make a call..." "Alright... I just noticed you had been sitting here for a few minutes with your engine running. Just making sure everything was Ok." "Yes, I'm Ok..." and felt silly for being frightened. "I'll be leaving now..." "Ok, have a nice evening..." And without so much as a second glance the man was walking away. When I heard his door shut I rolled up my window and after he drove slowly away, I headed back onto Decatur Blvd. Long hot shower - here I come! Ten minutes and I'll be home safe... December 2nd, 11:39 PM I spent a long time with the hot water cascading over my body trying to escape all these thoughts of doom trying to crush me... After scrubbing my face, washing my hair, and quickly shaving my legs - I hung my head in the stream of water, watching as the water rushed over the tiny mounds on my chest, nipples creating their own thin streaming waterfalls of droplets. It didn't take long before I was remembering Nate and how his touch had set off a chain reactions, pleasures I haven't felt that intensely. I absently pulled at one of my nipples, but it felt no more appealing than pinching myself. The magic was there earlier, I'd actually came! Now, barely a reaction, other than I was pretty sensitive, probably just the hot water. My little boys clit looked small and hung uninterested as water dribbled off it - next to its two saggy wrinkled friends. I thought about the things I told my mom about SRS - these parts of me needed to go for me to be complete, I certainly won't miss them... I straightened quickly as if bitten by something and turned the water off - Nate! Ooh my God, Nate was the answer to my lack of information problems! I pulled the towel off the shower door, dried quickly, wrapping my hair in the towel. Out of the shower I three on a robe and went looking for my phone. December 2nd, 11:52 PM I'd battled with the idea of calling Nate for a few minutes and decided to just text him instead - "Hey Nathan... Wanted to Thank You for an amazing afternoon. Hope you made it home Ok. Looking forward to coming out there this weekend. If it wouldn't be too much trouble, I could use some help on something. Ok, talk to you soon. Rachel" I reread the text, deleted the 'home Ok' sentiment, rewrote the weekend stuff as 'Looking forward to coming out there this weekend for a repeat!', followed by a smiley face. Reread, deleted 'for a repeat'. Why is this so hard? I left the smiley face and hit send. We'll, let's see if this gets me anywhere. I put my phone down and went back to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When finished I began to tease my eyebrows. That's when I heard a strange alert coming from the bedroom. My phone was lighting up the room and when I picked it up it was a FaceTime request from Nate. My heart sank. No, no, no! I can't be seen like this! I grabbed the phone and ran into the bathroom, examining myself in the mirror. Nope! Not happening! I looked pale without makeup, with a turban like towel wrapped on my head. No, not happening! The phone went silent and I breathed a sigh of relief. I jumped when it buzzed in my hand. Text message. I opened it... 'Hello gorgeous. I'm looking forward to the weekend also. What can I help you with?' I stared at the screen, now what? How was I going to tell this long conspiracy theory in a text? It would take an hour to type this shit out! Augh!!! 'I need some information. You seem to be pretty good at that kind of thing.' - send. Within twenty seconds there was a another FaceTime request. No!! I switched to text on the iPhone and sent 'Not at my best right now!' 'I doubt you could be anything but beautiful. Call it the cost of helping you - pickup' was the reply with a smiley face. FaceTime was singing it's alert a few seconds later. God Damn it! I answered the call. "Hello Rachel..." Nate's smiling face filled the screen on my iPhone. "I don't like being blackmailed Nathan." That got me a bigger smiling face. "Blackmail? Not really that, is it? You been thinking about me?" I could feel my face blushing and switched the camera prospective so Nate couldn't see me any longer. I panned the phone around the bathroom to hide my embarrassment, "Why wouldn't I? I did say today was amazing..." and I was pointing the phone at my feet not even sure he could see them. He laughed. "Come on, let me see you," he whined. "I've been thinking about you." Another laugh and he explained how he worked with a senior database engineer named Rachel and how awkward it was hearing and saying her name - trying not to smile or be turned on. "Yeah, well, like I said I'm not at myself, I mean I'm not me. Whatever!" "Ok, I'll be nice, I think you look perfect by the way. Turn the display around so we can talk. What's on your mind?" I grudgingly flipped the camera back and spent nearly five minutes giving Nate the Cliff Notes version of my mom's big concern. He was a good listener, asking a few questions, then "Well, like looking into you I also looked into Brad." My heart sank. "You did?" "Yeah, I have some serious trust issues. I told you about my company, I'm overly protective to a fault. I've been burned a few times Rachel..." "I'm really sorry to hear that Nate. Do you think there's anything I should be concerned about?" "Tough to say, he's got an interesting past," he said rattling off basic info on Brad. What he said after that caught my attention, "Ex- military, Delta Force - so he's likely been in some shit through his eleven year stint with them. He was given a General Discharge from the Army five years ago. That could have been for any number of reasons, it's not the Dishonorable Discharge - no one wants that one - means legal issues or some real screw up. He ever mention it?" "Never," I said trying to keep the phone's camera steady. "Guess he'd have no reason to bring it up," Nate said pausing to look at something off camera, "He was married, looks like for four months, no kids. Her name is Jessica Lawrence, lives in Ohio now. Amicably, no judgments. Though he may have had to pay her for the privilege." "He mentioned being married..." And being five years ago sounded right. Had he married right after getting out of the Army? The camera shot of Nat switched to a laptop he had on his lap, quickly showing a Nevada court website with information on it I couldn't really make out. He flipped the camera back and was looking left. "This guy has had a few run in?s with the law since getting out of the military. Nothing significant, mostly looks like fights or something like that. Couple speeding tickets, accident in 2016. I have to be honest, if it weren't for the carrot of meeting you, I'd probably have avoided Brad. But like I said I'm sort of skittish - but I'm weak also..." "How many computers do you have going?" Nate laughed. "Two right now, see -" He panned back to his lap and a nightstand. For a brief second I caught a photo of a man with a woman. Before I could think it through I asked, "Who's in the picture?" And I wished I could take back the words... "That's my mom and I. She passed in July, breast cancer. One of the few of us together I really liked." "I'm so sorry Nate." I paused. "I didn't mean to pry." "It's Ok, you'll see her photo a few places around the house in Napa. So who else do you want to know about?" I rattled off the names of everyone I could think of having met these last couple weeks. I felt stupid for doing so, but knowledge is power, right? Maybe something I could learn from know I've been associating? with? Nate said he'd get back to me and the FaceTime session ended pretty quickly after that, abruptly actually. I couldn't help but think I had screwed the FaceTime call up with how quickly it ended. Was it asking about the picture of Nate and his mom? Should I have asked about him more, interested in how he was doing? Was it the number of men's names I rattled off so casually? Augh! I'm so stupid, I should have just gone after a few names, not everyone I'd run into. Crap! December 3rd, 7:25 AM I woke to the sound of silence, a peaceful awakening where no one was battling for my attention, no phones ringing, crashing in doors... Nothing but quiet. I rolled over and tried to remember my dreams, but couldn't. I felt like I had enjoyed whatever my mind had entertained me with while I slept and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't remember them. Dang it... Brad hadn't come home, that I could tell, and I had no idea if Krystal was even here - she wasn't when I had gotten home last night. When I had woke a second time after cat napping a few minutes I threw the covers off and decided it was time to get this day rolling. I checked my phone - no messages. Might actually turn out to be a good day! December 3rd, 9:44 AM From shower to standing in the kitchen dressed and ready to get this day going went quickly. That basically means I hadn't spent an overtly excessive amount of time nitpicking every flaw in my makeup, hair, clothes, body, style, look, AUGH!!! Stop! I turned my attention to munching a piece of toast instead of beating myself up, when my phone buzzed on the counter next to me. I picked it up, it was a text from my dad, "Thanks Michael for spending some time with your mom last night. I appreciate you doing that for me so I wouldn't have to worry about her all day. She looked better this morning and happy to see you. See ya soon, Dad." I felt a little nervous reading that, but happy to have reconnected with my mom. I replied "No problem. Hope you got some of that spaghetti - turned out amazing! Love you Dad..." I thought about signing it Michael, but he knew who was sending it. I turned to pick up my toast when the phone buzzed again. "Love you too..." I felt the tears welling up and tried hard to fight then back. I hope his reaction to my change was going to be like my mom's... December 3rd, 10:13 AM I couldn't take the day time TV offerings and the silence of the condo was killing me. Actually, not hearing from Nate was killing me - should I reach out to him? No, he was probably busy. My phone vibrated from the kitchen and I rushed to see who it was, Nate... "Good morning... OK, sent you an email. I think you might be on to something regarding that 'pawn' theory. Have a look, I'll call you later. I'm off to a meeting." My heart sank a little, "Thank You Nate, I really appreciate you looking into this stuff for me. I owe you." I switched to a web browser on my phone and pulled up a browser. My phone vibrated... "Yeah, you do... Be careful Rachel. Later." I figured he'd tell me I owed him, but the words of caution - what had he found out? When my email opened finally I opened his message and began reading... 'OK kiddo, this is what I could find out with a moderate amount of digging. I'll skip the vanilla stuff and just point out the big stuff. If I don't mention someone - it's because they are pretty vanilla and you're going to have to figure them out by what you've seen to date. Tony Bennito - Nationality - Columbian. Age - 56, married, 4 kids. Owns Newtoni Jewelry SA out of Bogota. Some legal issues in the past surrounding the illegal sale of historic artifacts. Has dabbled in politics. Newest venture - real-estate development. Major owner in a company called Newtoni Developers. Their properties in Vegas include a couple small hotels, warehouses spanning a couple block behind the strip, and the newly opened Grand Cayman Cassino / hotel. Newtoni Developers is working to get a new project approved by the City of Las Vegas. Nothing else on this guy stands out.' I knew from Brad about his jewelry business, but everything else was news to me... So, there was a hook - how to get at my dad through outing me? Could he actually leverage that somehow? I felt sick... 'Lisa Dryden - UNLV grad, co-owner of Claire Dryden's boutique. Divorced last year. Nothing remarkable here, other than her father owns the largest liquor supply company in the state.' I learned something new about Lisa, the divorce, but she wasn't as sinister as I had feared. My mind drifted back to Tony Bennito until I saw the next name... 'James Clastrom - Robert Calstrom his dad and he owns Vegas' largest car dealership. He, James, lives in Chicago - runs a finance company - started via funding from his dad. There is a link here - Newtoni Developers - his company is the financial arm for their Vegas project.' My hands began to shake slightly after reading that, I reread it again - James and Tony Bennito were linked. I steadied the phone and noticed the next name I'd given Nate - Harris Tally... 'Harris Tally - married to Judith Lentz, three kids, too many real estate properties to list - both personal and business. His company is called the Regency Group. They are proposing a golf course resort casino south of the 215 freeway. Wanna guess who else is proposing the same thing? Newtoni Developers. Go figure. Oh, legal troubles with this guy seem to be common place - union issues, fines by the labor department, loan defaults, etc. Guy looks rich on paper, but he's up to his ears in debt and people he owes money to. What's odd is he seems to be connected and operates without a single cloud of doubt over him. He's got juice Rachel - from somewhere.' I was on the verge of throwing up before reading about Harris - now my stomach wanted to turn itself inside out... I looked away and out the slider to a band of clouds coming in from the north. The weather display on my phone this morning had mentioned a chance of rain - think it was pretty much a given looking into those clouds moving this way. I looked back to my email... 'Told you all I knew about Brad - I don't know how to advise you there. I would say that if you need a place to lay low I could set you up in Napa for a while or here in San Fran. If you want to stick close to Vegas I could see what I could do. Oh, and I don't have any links to anyone you asked about. So, cross me off your list of people wanting to do you harm - I just want to hold you again. ' There was a smiley face and he signed off with his phone number and a number for his secretary who'd know how to reach him - she was told my name, so would help me if I called her. Now what? So many lines crossed were now blurred and... People with money and power - how could I, a no body fit into this game? My phone began ringing, it was Brad.