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"Let me help you with all of this," Martha said as Jessie began clearing dishes from the table. "Don't be silly," he sweetly scolded. "You worked all day. I'll take care of this. You go watch the news. I'll take care of the dishes and join you in a few minutes." He kissed her cheek and took her dish to add to the pile he was already carrying. Martha picked up her phone, read a few emails and texts, responded to one and then stood and carried the last couple of plates to the sink, where Jessie was running water and pulling yellow-rubber gloves onto his hands. She put her arms around the little homemaker and gave him a hug from behind and he responded by pressing back into the embrace. "Are you sure I can't help you with this mess?" Jessie turned his head to respond, but Martha engaged him in a tender kiss before he could. When the kiss ended, Jessie smiled appreciatively and said, "I'm just going to rinse everything and put it in the dishwasher. I'll join you in ten or fifteen minutes." They kissed again and Martha maneuvered herself and her little lover so that they were facing each other before the kiss ended. Her hands dropped to his rear end where they lingered. The material in her niece's yoga pants held his round little bottom firmly and she was incredibly turned on by the soft/firm tush. "Go on, now," Jessie teased, glorying in the attention that Marty gave him. "The faster I get this place spic-and-span, the faster I can come be with you." One more lingering kiss and a squeeze of his fanny and Martha headed to the great room to watch the evening news and check her emails. Fifteen minutes later, she returned to the kitchen to see how things were coming, only to find all of the dishes put away, the dishwasher running and Jessie wiping down the marble table-top with a disinfectant wipe. Martha had given up on cooking a long time ago, relying on dinner out, or take-out for the majority of her meals and egg sandwiches or peanut butter for most of her home eating. Even so, the kitchen always looked just a little disorganized and there was always something in the sink or dish rack. Now, though, nothing was out of place and the counter tops shone from being cleaned. "Oh, my God!" she muttered with genuine shock, "Jessie... How did you do all of this so quickly?" When he was young, Jessie's mom, who worked a full day at school before coming home to make dinner, had always enlisted his help preparing and cleaning up after each meal. When she passed away it had become Jessie's chore to cook and clean up every day. When his dad became too sick to do much, the whole house had become Jessie's job. And he was good at it, too. The thing was, though, that, although he knew that his dad appreciated all the help, no one had ever been impressed with his work before. Cooking for Marty just seemed like the right thing to do and picking up after was just part of cooking. Having Marty be so impressed was not only a surprise to Jessie, but it made him feel wonderful to have made her happy. He could not think of anything to say, so he just smiled and shrugged in a shockingly feminine way as he threw the wipe into the waste basket, took off the yellow gloves and hung them from a bar on the inside of the cabinet under the sink. He closed the cabinet doors, turned and leaned against the counter top and said, "Ta da!" awash with pride at Marty's praise. God, he looked so adorable. He was blushing and beaming simultaneously. Martha rushed to him and, without warning , threw one arm around his back and the other behind his knees and swooped him off his feet and into her arms. Jessie squealed and giggled an "Oh!" as he threw his arms around Marty's strong shoulders to keep from falling. "Who do you think you are," Martha teased as she swung him effortlessly in her arms, "coming into my house and making everything so wonderful?" she kissed him and swung him some more. "Huh? Answer me, you beautiful, little thing? Who do you think you are?" Jessie was breathless with laughter and shock. He'd never been in any situation like this before. He knew, right at that very moment, that he was in love and that he and Marty were meant to be together. He was hers - forever and all he wanted to do for the rest of his life was to make her happy. She swung him some more and kissed him some more and teased him some more, "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Hmm?" More kisses, more laughter and more swinging until they heard someone in the kitchen with them clearing their throat. "Ah hem," the voice said in a rather cartoonish manner. "Am I interrupting anything?" When Martha turned them to see who was speaking, they saw Grace in the doorway carrying a couple of plastic shopping bags and smiling at the scene she'd just observed. Martha and Jessie grinned back at her and Martha, unperturbed by being caught being happy, said, "Not at all! I was just about to take my little sweetie to bed and have my way with him." Jessie, still cradled in the strong, confident arms of his love, laughed out loud at the outlandish response, "Oh, my God!" He giggled as he buried his embarrassed face in her neck. "Well, how nice for you, both!" Grace laughed back. "I am sorry I interrupted, but I grabbed those items you texted me about." she held up the plastic shopping bags to show Martha what she had brought. "Thank you, so much, Gracie! Your timing could not have been any better." Still carrying Jessie as if he were a bride being carried over the threshold, she crossed to her friend and held him in front of Grace. "Place them right here, if you please," she said, using Jessie as a tray. Grace smiled and put the bags in Jessie's lap. Jessie continued to laugh uncontrollably in Martha's arms. Martha leaned forward and kissed Grace's cheek. "Thank you, baby. I'll pay you back in the morning." "No problem at all, hon. My pleasure." "Ok, sweetie," Martha said to Jessie, "give your Auntie Gracie a kiss and say good night." Still bubbling with joy and embarrassment, Jessie pulled his face from Marty's neck and kissed Grace's offered cheek. "Good night, Auntie Grace," he joined in the play. "Good night," Grace smiled, knowingly, and turned to leave. "I'll see myself out." "Thanks, babe!" Martha called as she headed to the hallway, "and would you hit the lights and lock the door and set the alarm on your way? I have some important business in another room." Jessie laughed and laughed and laughed as Grace called back, "You got it, hon. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" The lights went out behind her as Martha called back, "Oh, you're no fun!" When Martha woke to the sound of the alarm clock, the bed beside her was empty and cool. "Jessie?" she whispered, but he was not in the room. She blinked her eyes to clear her vision and shook her head to wake up a bit. Where was Jessie? He hadn't up and left had he? Then, she smelled something. Was that cinnamon? Whatever it was, it smelled delicious. She pulled herself out of bed and headed into the shower. When she made her way to the kitchen a while later, there was Jessie. He was wearing the light blue robe with white-lace trim and matching nightie and, Martha knew, the matching panties that were in the bag that Grace had brought the night before. He was sitting at the kitchen table with Grace, who had a half-eaten plate of food in front of her. They were both smiling and chatting. "Oh, she's alive!" Grace teased as Martha headed to the Keurig machine to get some coffee, but Jessie rose and intercepted her with a kiss. "Have a seat and talk to Grace. I'll get you your breakfast," and he shuffled to the kitchen, barefoot and adorable in his nightie. Last night, when Martha had carried him to bed with the shopping bags piled on top of him, Jessie had had no idea that Martha had plans to take their role playing a little further. The bags, which Grace had so graciously filled, contained some pretty clothes for Martha's pretty lodger. She would never have forced the issue if Jessie had refused, but it was just so enticing, she had to try and, since Grace was stopping at Forever 21, anyway, it seemed like the perfect opportunity. When she'd pulled out the short, lacy, light blue nightie, Jessie was only a little surprised. "I'd love to see you wearing this," she told him as he lay on her bed, awaiting her attentions. "Really? You don't think I'd look silly?" "Silly? I think you'll look beautiful and it would make me very happy." Jessie had smiled and stood as she gently lowered the gossamer, silk item over his shoulders. It felt wonderful to both of them. Then, she'd pulled the panties up his legs and looked at his little package encased in the lace and silk. It gave them both shivers. She left the short, matching robe at the end of the bed for him to wear in the morning. The sex had been intense and there was more oral sex than the previous night. Jessie offered himself, willingly, and Martha took him as hers. It was wonderful. "You have got to try his omelet, Marty," Grace said with admiration. His are worlds better than mine. Martha looked to Jessie who smiled at Grace's compliment as he prepared to cook Martha's breakfast. Martha smiled back and watched him work for a few moments. His hair had been brushed and the nightie and robe fit beautifully. He was a picture-perfect little housewife. Grace watched her friend and smiled. Martha was obviously smitten with Jessie. That was nice. "I hope you like the outfit. I thought he'd look sweet in that." The smile on Martha's face indicated that she agreed even before she spoke. "Sweet!? I think he looks like a goddess." Grace chuckled and rolled her eyes. "I never expected you to fall for a guy like Jessie, but, I swear, you two seem to be made for each other." Martha turned to look at her friend and leaned forward to speak quietly. "I hate to admit this, because after Mike left me, I kind of swore off of men, but I think I'm falling for him - big time." They both looked at Jessie as he sprinkled cheese and vegetables into the pan on the stove. "Well," Grace observed, "maybe you're falling for a girl instead of a guy and, frankly, what difference would that make, as long as he makes you happy." "He does," Martha smiled some more as Jessie brought the food, placed it in front of her, returned to the counter to bring the orange juice and coffee, kissed her, gave her a hug and returned to the stove and sink to clean everything up. "How could he not?" "I gather that you don't need me to do anything but brush your hair this morning, right?" Martha was wearing a polo shirt and jeans this morning. Not the clothes she wore for meetings. Martha nodded as she cut the omelet with her fork, "Yeah. I'm just visiting sites and working in the office, today. Typical Friday stuff." she put the fork full of omelet into her mouth and her eyes shot open. "Oh, my God! This is incredible!" "You like it?" Jessie called from the sink. "I swear, I think I've died and gone to heaven!" Jessie smiled. It was probably the twentieth time in the last couple of days that he'd received a compliment for what he'd done AND it was probably only the twentieth time he'd received any kind of compliment since his dad had passed away. As she devoured her breakfast, Martha asked, "Do you have any plans for the day, sweetie?" "Not really," Jessie put the yellow gloves on to scrub the omelet pan. Martha wiped he lips, "Can I take you out for supper tonight? Maybe see a movie?" He thought for a moment and shook his head, the beautifully coiffed hair waggling around his pretty face. "A movie sounds nice, but I'd really like to cook for you again, if that's ok. I've missed cooking so much and love cooking for you." Martha shot a look at Grace who smiled at the response. "Ok, honey. Another wonderful, home cooked meal it is, then." Jessie smiled, happy to have a purpose. "I'll call an Uber and go grocery shopping later this morning." Martha picked up the spotless plate and brought it and her silverware to the sink. "Why would you call an Uber, honey. Just use one of the cars." "What cars?" His befuddled reaction made both Grace and Martha laugh a bit. "One of the car's in the garage, honey. I usually drive the Lincoln for work, but there is a pickup truck and a little Mazda Miata." she opened the cabinet next to the sink revealing a key rack on the inside with several key rings hanging from it. Here are the keys. Would you prefer the Lincoln? I can take the pickup, if you want." "Wow!" Jessie was amazed. The big house! Three cars! Wow! She was wealthier than he thought. "If it's ok with you, I'd kind of love to drive a Miata." "Here's the key." Martha passed a ring to him. "The other key is the house key. Do you know how to get to the Whole Foods Store on Roger Sherman Blvd?" He shook his head, still shocked that anyone could be so generous. "I'll go with you," Grace said. "I don't have any clients till 3:00. I'd love to get to know you, better." "Awesome!" He had decided to prepare his favorite meal for Marty - Orange Sesame Grilled Tuna. Since Marty's gourmet stove had a built in grill, this seemed perfect. It was to be served on a bed of sticky rice with saut?ed onions, zucchini and bell peppers with asparagus on top. He could picture it in his mind as if he was creating a sculpture. He was excited and there was so much wonderful inspiration at the Whole Foods. He was wearing a pair of white shorts and a loose fitting, V-necked tee shirt. Last night, when Martha had sent a text to Grace asking her to pick up the nightie and something for Jessie to wear the next day, Grace had stopped at Forever 21. She had bought the sleep set to be cute and girly, but she had bought the shorts and top because they were gender-neutral. Even so, he still looked like a young woman in the outfit. As he examined each ingredient, he and Grace talked. He really enjoyed her company and she was fascinated by him and the spell that he had cast on her cynical best friend. She filled him in of Martha's unhappy marriage and bitter divorce and told him a lot about she and Grace had grown up together. Jessie seemed unusually sympathetic to everyone Grace spoke of, even showing genuine care and concern or joy for people he would never meet. He said 'hello' to everyone in the store aisles and had a long conversation with the fish monger - learning his name and chatting with him about his daughter's first piano recital. No one she knew in Connecticut was this friendly. Was everyone from Indiana like this? They couldn't be! Nothing would ever get done! The oddest thing occurred while they were looking through the baked goods. A very pretty, little girl came up and pulled on Jessie's white shorts. "Hi, honey," Jessie said as he bent and squatted daintily to converse with the child, who was probably four years old. "How are you?" "I'm good," the child beamed at Jessie. "You're pretty." "Aww, aren't you sweet?" Jessie hugged the child and beamed back at her. "Is your mommy close, honey? I wouldn't want you to get lost." "Julia, don't bother the lady," the child's mother called as she hurriedly approached. "I'm so sorry. She can be a pest." Jessie stood and patted the child's head, "Oh, I doubt that. She's absolutely beautiful and she paid me a lovely compliment." The mother seemed relieved that her daughter had not upset anyone. "Thank you. She is always attracted to pretty women. She has a princess-fixation, I think. Every beautiful woman is a princess in her mind. Come on, Julia. Say goodby to the nice ladies." "Bye," Julia waved as she walked away. "Bye," both Grace and Jessie said, but Jessie waved and watched the child leave for a moment or two longer than a normal man would have. Grace realized that this wasn't a game for Jessie. He was a genuinely maternal creature. He was what he was and he didn't disguise it. He was a sweet, attractive, feminine creature who just happened to have an X and a Y chromosome. She'd never met anyone like him before. "That was so cool! I never drove a convertible before!" Jessie and Grace were carrying the groceries into the kitchen. Jessie was just as excited to be driving the car as he had been to talk to strangers in the store. Grace found him amusing in a novel way. She contemplated him for a solid five minutes before saying, "Jessie, may I ask you a question?" "Sure." "Before, at the store, did it bother you that that little girl and her mother thought you were a woman?" "No, not really. Why?" Grace shrugged, "Well... for one thing, they called you a princess. That would bother most men, that's all." Jessie shrugged and smiled. "It's happened before. Even before my hair got long, people have always mistaken me for a girl - or a woman. I used to get rattled about it, but my dad used to tell me that you can be right any time you want, but you can only be nice to people 'right at this very moment.' So, you have to decide, do you want to be right or nice. I just prefer to be nice." Grace shook her head. "Your dad must have been very proud of you, Jessie." Another shrug. "I don't know. I hope so, but I always felt like he would have preferred a big, strapping son, rather than a runt, like me. But I know that, even if he wasn't really proud of me, he still loved me and I loved him... and my mom. I miss them, you know... but I know that they loved me and that means a lot." "Wow. Talk about a 'glass half full' kind of guy. You're amazing, Jessie. You're like a human golden retriever. Everything makes you happy. I can see why Marty loves you." Jessie stopped putting away the groceries and looked at Grace in shock, his mouth frozen, slightly opened. "What's the matter?" Grace looked behind her to see what had caused Jessie to become nearly catatonic. "Did you say that Marty loves me?" Grace gave out a deep, belly laugh and her grin broadened as her face lit up at his reaction, "Oh, honey, come on. I know that you've only been together for a couple of days, but you must see how she looks at you. That girl is 100% besotted-in-love with you. And, not only that, but I can see that you're in love with her too, aren't you." Jessie moved to the table and sat in a chair, eyes firmly focused on the marble grain of the table top. When his gaze finally rose to meet Grace's eyes, there were tears at the edges of his eyes. "I don't know. I think I am, but... but I'm so confused. I've never really had a real girl friend, let alone been in love. She's just... just... just so beautiful... and strong... and I'm just... me. How could she be in love with me?" "Oh, Jessie, honey... You're so sweet and nice and so, so pretty. How could she not love you?" "Ha... pretty. That's a laugh. I'm a twenty-eight year old man that looks like a girl. I'm not handsome or charming. The only thing pretty about me is the haircut you gave me. I look like a boy with a girl's haircut. That's all." "Jessie... you are so much more than that. So much more. Marty's no fool and she loves you - and she loves you looking girly. You just told me that you didn't mind that. If you like being with her and she likes you the way you are, why not just be happy together?" He shrugged and the tears rolled down his cheeks. "Because everything I love... ends." Now, the sobs came. "Oh, baby," Grace rushed to embrace him, "just take a breath and think about this. Everything is good. Why look for problems where none exist." He took a breath and did his best to staunch the flow of tears. "Maybe..." Grace rubbed his hand as she spoke, "if you'd like me to... I could help you to FEEL a little... prettier. Would you like that?" He looked confused, sad and vulnerable. Grace's heart ached for him. "What I want," he spoke haltingly, "is to be attractive for Marty. That's all." "So, can I help you do that?" He sighed. Then thought for a moment. "If you make me look like Marty wants... you know... more... like a girl... I'd kind of like to not worry about other people knowing I'm a guy. I don't know quite how to say what I mean..." "You want me to make it so no one sees anything but a pretty woman, right?" He nodded. Grace pulled a chair out from the table and pulled it to the sink. "Step into my office, young lady. I have a treat for you." Once again, the wonderful aromas of a well prepared meal wafted past Martha as she entered the front door of her home. She'd had a great day - only about an hour in the office and the rest on two different job sites working with the site foremen to be sure that things were on track. She'd done some real, old fashioned, manual labor and gotten good and dirty. Fresh air, loud, rude conversations and hard work - That's the kind of a day she really enjoyed. Now, her stomach was growling as she called into the kitchen, "Honey, I'm home!" "Well, hey there, hard working lady," Martha was very surprised to see Grace step into the foyer. "Hi! I didn't expect to see you here." Grace grinned. "I bet you didn't. Your pretty little boyfriend and I made some plans for tonight. Go shower and put on something decent - not too fancy." "But I smell dinner cooking. Aren't we eating in?" "Yes, we are," Grace nodded, "but then we're going out for a movie and maybe an ice cream. That cutie-pie in there made you an amazing salmon dinner. He deserves a nice night out." "And all three of us are going on the date?" "We're double dating, honey. I am going on my first date in nine years." "With who?" "His name is Bill and he'll be here in a few minutes. He's very distinguished. You'll like him. Now, go shower." Martha went to her room, showered, careful not to wet her hair, put on a cute bra and panty set, a nice pair of tan dress slacks, a white, silk top and some low-heeled sandals. As she approached the kitchen, she could hear laughter and the low voice of a big man. "So, I'm standing there with my infant granddaughter in my arms and the dog is humping the neighbor's leg and she's screaming, 'Get this animal off my leg!' I tell you, all hell was breaking lose and..." He stopped, seeing Martha enter the kitchen, "Oh, you must be Martha?" The man was older than Martha had expected. He was probably closing in on fifty. Very handsome. Greying temples and straight, white teeth. "Marty," she said as she gave the man a hearty handshake. "Marty, this is Bill. Bill's a developer. Bill, this is Marty. Marty is in construction." Grace made the introductions. Bill and Martha exchanged a few words about business. It was easy for Martha to get lost in business talk, but she was interrupted by a kiss on her cheek. "Welcome home, honey," Jessie whispered as he slipped behind her with a large bowl full of salad. Martha shook off her attention to Bill's chit-chat and tried to focus on Jessie for a moment. "Hi, babe," she muttered, but she was suddenly distracted. Was that lipstick that she felt on her cheek? And did he smell perfume? "We have a twenty-six acre development going on near Danbury that we will complete in about sixteen months. Fourteen luxury homes..." But Martha was only half listening. She turned and watched Jessie putting food on the table. He looked lovely - even prettier than she expected. His hair was beautifully brushed and sprayed. His eyebrows had definitely been sculpted a bit - not narrow, but clean and neat. He was wearing subtle makeup and there were sparkly, little, studs in his ears. His clothes were also feminine without being overdone. A white, sheer, crepe, sleeveless blouse hung loosely over what was obviously a plain camisole, but there was no indication of a bra. Below that was a pair of loose fitting, off-white, silk shorts and little black flats completed the outfit nicely. He looked like a pretty, slightly sporty, well dressed, flat chested woman. Martha let out a long breath and whispered, "Wow." "I beg your pardon?" Bill asked, think that Martha was speaking to him. Martha's eyes shot back to Bill. "I said, 'wow.' That Danbury project sounds like it will yield a nice, healthy profit." Bill smiled, "Well, we certainly hope it will..." "Dinner is served!" Grace announced. Bill and Martha sat opposite each other at the circular table, while Grace and Jessie brought the beautifully plated salmon to the table and served themselves and their partners. Then, they sat opposite each other as well. "Well, Grace," Bill picked up his fork as he spoke, "I had no idea that you were a gourmet chef," "Haha, I assure you, I am not," Grace indicated Jessie. "This is entirely due to the talent of the beautiful Jessie." "Oh, stop," Jessie waved his hand as he crossed his legs at the knees, shook his napkin and spread it across his lap. "I couldn't have done it without you." "Well, that is very true," Grace smiled. "I had to show you where the store was." Everyone laughed at that. There were a few moments of silence as they savored the deliciously prepared fish. "So," it was obvious that Bill was not comfortable with silence, "Jessie, what do you do for work?" Jessie put down his fork, dabbed the corners of his mouth and said, "I'm a musician, actually. I play piano." "No kidding!? I never would have guessed that. Classical? Jazz?" "A little of everything - whatever I can get paid for is fine with me." Jessie smiled. "Interesting." Bill was starting to dig into his meal more heartily. "If I had to guess, I would have thought you were a chef. It seems like a musician would travel so much that cooking would be an alien skill for them." Jessie shrugged and picked up his fork, again, stabbing a tiny bit of salmon. "I love to cook. I just don't get to do it very frequently." Martha reached over and squeezed Jessie's hand. "I'm trying to change that, though. I'd like Jessie to be here and cook whatever and whenever, right, babe?" Jessie smiled and blushed. "That's nice," Bill remarked. "How did you two meet?" "Well, let me think," Martha made a big show of considering the question. "We met at the bank, right?" Jessie chewed his meal and nodded, indicating that she was telling the story correctly. "Yep, we met at the bank," Martha said, "and, honestly, I was smitten right at that moment. We went out to dinner and came back here and Jessie and I have been together ever since." "Wow," Bill had enjoyed the romantic story. "And how long have you been together?" Martha made another show of figuring out the timeline. "Let's see. It's nearly 6:00 now, so I guess it's been about forty-seven hours, right?" Everyone laughed at her joke. "Wow, no kidding? A true love at first sight story, huh? That's amazing!" Martha squeezed his hand again and smiled at Jessie as she drank in his beauty. Then, she asked, "How about you two? How do you know each other?" Bill looked at Grace and raised his eyebrows, indicating that Grace should tell the story. "Actually," Grace took Bill's hand in hers, "I have been doing Bill's sister, Alison's, hair for years. I met Bill about a year ago, just about the time my husband told me that his girlfriend was pregnant. Anyway, he and Alison and I have gone to lunch a few times and it turns out that we like the same movies and music..." "And baseball teams," Bill joked. "It's hard to find an Expos fan in Connecticut." "So, tonight's our first 'official date.'" "How sweet," Jessie smiled as he nibbled his dinner. When dinner was completed, Jessie and Grace cleared the table while Bill and Martha chatted some more. At one point, Bill caught Martha staring at Jessie's rear end as he loaded the dishwasher. "You have a special friend there, Marty. Congratulations." Martha smiled and looked at Bill. "I do. He really is something." Bill turned and watched Grace and Jessie across the open room. "He?" Martha shook her head. "I'm sorry? What?" "You said 'he,'" Bill laughed a little. "I'm sure you meant 'she.'" "Actually, no," Jessie had returned to the table to grab the wine glasses. "I'm a 'he,' honest. I hope that doesn't bother you." "Not at all," Bill was a bit shocked, though. "You can dress however you'd like, Jessie, I just thought you were a woman. My mistake." He watched Jessie return to load the dishwasher, then he turned back to face Martha. "Really?" She smiled and nodded. "Wow..." After dinner came a sweet, romantic-comedy movie at the local cineplex, then a trip to the Cold Stone Creamery for an ice cream. As they waited in line, the late evening and the coolness of the creamery gave Jessie a chill, so he cuddled under Martha's warm, secure arm. He felt safe and loved. When they reached the counter and Martha needed to dig through her purse for a credit card, she pulled her arm from embracing Jessie and searched her wallet for the right card. As they waited for the computer to complete the transaction, Jessie wrapped his arms around Martha's right arm and hugged it tightly, while planting a kiss on her biceps, which was eye level to Jessie. Martha smiled down at him. "Did you have a good night?" "I did," he sighed as he hugged her arm more tightly. "I had a lovely night. You?" She nodded and accepted the card back from the cashier. "I enjoy just being with you and you look so pretty tonight, too." He smiled back. "Really? I don't look silly?" Martha shook her head, "Are you kidding?" Jessie giggled and shrugged his shoulders. "I just want to look attractive for you." They took their cones and held hands as they walked away from the counter. "Well, you certainly did that. I can't wait to get you home and have you to myself." The blush that reddened Jessie's cheeks spoke volumes. "Stop it!" He whispered and laughed. "Someone will hear you." Martha stopped, shook her own hair aside and bent down to plant a soft, cold, black-raspberry flavored kiss on his lips. His lips were cool, too, and he tasted of vanilla ice cream and chocolate sprinkles. The kiss lingered longer than a kiss in public should, when it ended, they smiled at each other and looked deeply into each other's eyes. "Now, they all know what I want to do to you with me saying a word." Jessie hugged his head into her breasts and felt an affection and longing for this woman that he had never felt before. It had to be love. They finished their cones, each couple cuddled together and chatting with each other, until Grace said, "Well, I guess we should be headed home. I have a yoga class at 7:30 tomorrow morning and it's getting late." They all stood and Bill shook hands and offered friendly pecks on the cheeks to both Martha and Jessie. "Thank you, both, for such a pleasant evening. It was a pleasure to meet you and I hope we can do something like this again." "I'm sure that we will," Martha said, truthfully. Grace kissed both Jessie and Martha, too, then said, "I'll see you guys tomorrow. Bill and I are going to get a drink before we head back." "Ok," Martha said. "Be careful, you." she teased. "You'll be around in the late morning, right? I have that delivery coming at 10:30." "Absolutely," Grace winked. "What delivery?" Jessie was in the dark a bit. "Where will we be at 10:30?" "We will be at a Chamber of Commerce brunch at tomorrow morning, honey, and as for the delivery, it's just something I ordered for the great room and Grace is helping me out by signing for it." "Earning my keep, actually," Grace joked as she gave them each another kiss. "God, you two are so cute together. Bye, bye." Grace took Bill's hand and Martha took Jessie's and they headed off in opposite directions towards their cars. "Are you enjoying yourself here?" Martha asked as they walked along a river-walk that led to the parking lot. Jessie laid his head on Martha's arm as they strolled. "I'm very happy, Marty. I hope you are, too." She stopped and turned her little boyfriend towards her and kissed him deeply. When the kiss should have ended, she pulled him closer and held the kiss even longer, invading his mouth and throat with her aggressive tongue. When they came up for air, they smiled at each other and Martha said, "I have never been happier. I know it's only been a couple of days, but I need to tell you that... well, Jess... I think I've fallen in love with you. You don't have to say that you love me if you don't, but I just wanted you to know." Jessie's smiling eyes beamed, even as tears of joy formed around the edges. "Marty, I've never been with anyone that made me feel like you do. I love you, too." Both of them tear-ed up as they hugged each other as hard as they could. They kissed again and again and they stared at the stars over the river for nearly an hour before they headed back to the house - smiling, giggling and squeezing each other's she hands the whole way home. When Martha had set the house alarm and finally made her way to her bedroom, she expected to find Jessie in bed, but he was not. "Jess?" "In here," came the call from the master bathroom. When she entered, she found Jessie standing barefoot in front of the vanity and mirror, wearing just the silky, little nightgown she'd given him the night before and a white head-band that held all of his pretty hair from his face while used a lavender-scented cream that Grace had given him to remove his makeup. She breathed in the sight and smell of him. He was small, and feminine, and beautiful and the fact that there was a nice, little penis attached to that sexy package just made it all the more exciting to her. She grinned as she watched him work, cleaning his face. "What?" He asked as she smiled at him. "Grace said that I needed to get off all my makeup before I go to bed." "You do, baby," Marsha giggled as she came up behind him and ran her hands down his silky sides, then hugged him and kissed the back of his head. "Mmmm, you smell so nice." "You like it?" "I love it. Do you?" Jessie thought for a moment before answering. "If I say that I love it, too, does that make me weird?" "No, it doesn't make you weird," she ran her hands over the silk nightie, again. "I think it means that you found the real you, and," she ran her hand down to his groin and squeezed his penis, surrounding it with the silky softness, "that we were made for each other." She continued to grip and massage his member as Jessie wiped the cleaner from his face and pulled the headband from his hair. He turned to face Martha and smiled as he moved her hand from his organ, placing both of her arms behind his back and wrapping his own arms around her neck. He smiled - his sweet, pretty, freshly moisturized, feminine face looking up into the eyes of his strong lover and she looking down in wonder at him. He gave her a brief kiss on her lips, then moved easily down to her chin and neck, kissing and licking everywhere. He let go of her neck and used his hands to push Martha's hands aside long enough to pull her silk top over her head, revealing a pretty, bra that contained her ample breasts above her well defined abdomen. His kisses moved to her breasts, causing Martha to moan, softly, and when he slipped his tongue inside the cup of her bra to lick her nipple, the moans increased as she shifted her stance to rub Jessie's stomach against her clothed vagina. He kissed and nibbled her breasts and nipples some more, then he moved his hands to unclasp the button on her slacks. He pulled down the zipper and knelt as he lowered them to the floor and pulled the legs of her slacks past her shoes. Then, he knelt up and rubbed his cheek on the front of her black, silk panties. Both of them were shaking with anticipation as he slipped his fingers into the waistband and slowly lowered the panties past her knees and pulled them past her shoes as well. He had seen her nicely groomed crotch in bed, but this 'close-up' was a view he'd never had before - with Martha or any other woman. He was tentative at first, kissing his way closer and closer to her opening while Martha shivered with anticipation. When, at last, his tongue eventually slipped through the folds of her vaginal lips, Martha's moans were loud and encouraging. So, he became more aggressive, sliding his tongue in deeper and deeper, till she gripped his head with both of her hands, not just to drive him deeper, but to hold herself upright. It was a new sensation for Martha, too. She'd only been intimate with one man, a boy, really, before she'd married her ex-husband, and neither that boy, nor her ex would ever have been orally intimate with her. They were both men's-men, alpha-males who welcomed blow jobs, but would never consider reciprocating. Now, there was a petite, little thing who smelled like lavender and flower-scented shampoo, wearing a lace trimmed, silk nightie over his soft, hairless body, kneeling in front of her and servicing her. His manicured and polished, red fingernails tickled her skin as his tongue probed deeper and deeper attempting to satisfy her. It was weird. It was bizarre. It was all so new and all so amazingly wonderful. "Ooooooohhhhhh!" she growled as an overwhelming orgasm rocked her to her core. She gripped his hair and pulled his head as deeply into her as she could as her knees bent and shook uncontrollably. "Ooooooohhhhhh!" she growled again as she put her hands under Jessie's arm pits and lifted him to his feet, rushing him out of the bathroom and onto the California King Sized bed, kissing and fondling each other the entire way. He giggled and squealed as she literally tossed him through the air to land on the mattress and she crawled on top of him, wrapping her mouth around his penis and scrotum, taking every bit of him into her mouth. In her excitement, she felt as if she could have easily bitten the entire sex organ off of him, making him her woman and he would have been happy to have her do it. They were both euphoric in the throes of passion. Her hand found his anus and she slide two fingers deep inside him, causing him to thrust forward, more deeply into her mouth. His growls mimicked hers as his orgasm approached. She slide in three fingers and manipulated them, causing him to hump her mouth uncontrollably until, at last, he came with a torrent of output, all of which she took. When the thrusting and sucking subsided, Martha rose and moved so that she could cradle Jessie against her breasts and plant a passionate kiss on his lips, forcing his own juices down his throat. It tasted more sweaty than anything else, but it was not a unpleasant taste at all. He swallowed and smiled up at her. She was strong and confident and powerful. Everything that he was not. "Sleep well, my pretty, little love," she whispered. "Sleep well, Marty," he whispered as he snuggled into her breasts, breathed her in and closed his eyes, happier than he had ever been. As they entered the high-end women's clothing boutique, Martha was dressed smartly in an expensive skirt suit that hugged her form beautifully, if just a bit too conservatively for Jessie's liking, but he had to admit that she looked lovely. "Are you sure this is how you want to dress this morning?" Martha asked. "You can wear whatever you'd like." "I'd like to be pretty for you, today," Jessie grinned and looked around the store. "Well, you ladies are certainly 'up and at it' bright and early this morning!" a woman named, according to her name tag, Joan, called out as she approached them. "It's only 9:15. May I help you find something?" Martha smiled at the attractive woman, "Yes. My friend and I are attending a Chamber of Commerce brunch this morning and she has nothing to wear. Might you be able to offer some suggestions? We are just a little rushed, this morning, too." "Of course, of course," Joan smiled and pulled items from the racks. "What did you have in mind? A dress? A suit?" "I think I'd like to stick with pants," Jessie smiled as Joan pulled out several outfits to choose from. Because time was tight, he didn't have time to try on a lot of outfits, so Joan displayed things on their hangers until Jessie found an outfit he liked - soft, tight-fitting, stretch, black slacks that hugged his narrow hips, a narrow, silver belt, a matching bolero jacket that just reached the top of the slacks and had three-quart-length sleeves. Beneath the jacket was a pretty, sleeveless, white top with lace around the neck and three little buttons up the back. It was formal, but comfortable and pretty. Joan suggested some chunky jewelry that went well with the outfit and a pair of two-inch, shinny, black, open-toed shoes. Both Martha and Jessie liked the outfit, but, before they could buy it, Joan said, "There is something missing, though." "What?" asked Jessie. "Umm, I don't want to be too forward, but, I can see that you're not wearing a bra, dear. I know that small girls, like you, prefer to go without, but this design is actually designed to have a little fullness in the chest." Jessie looked down at the empty bodice of the blouse and realized that Joan was right. "Would you consider trying a bra with just a little bit of padding?" Jessie looked to Martha who shrugged and smiled. 'Oh, well,' he thought with a shrug, 'in for a penny...' "Sure," he told Joan, "I'll give it a try." Moments later, Joan handed Jessie a hanger with a lace covered bra hanging from it. He noticed immediately that the bra, even without anyone wearing it, had like-like-breast shaped cups. He looked at it for a moment, amused. It seemed just a bit silly to wear a support garment when he had nothing to support. "Don't worry, honey," Joan encouraged. "It's just an 'A' cup. It won't look odd. You're like my daughter-in-law. She's athletic, like you." she turned to Martha and continued, "I tell you, Title 9 had created a generation of girls who are shaped like boys. They don't need bras because they're flat as boards, but the designers still design for girls with at least some semblance of breasts." Martha was flummoxed by this conversation. "Umm... I don't know about that," she said. "I do know plenty of women athletes who are very well developed. Jessie, here, isn't an athlete - just petite." "Oh, I didn't mean to offend you or," she turned to Jessie, "you. I was just making conversation." "No offense taken," Jessie said, remembering his father's advice - 'You can be right any time, but you can only be nice now.' - and he headed to the changing room. He was limber enough that he had no real difficulty with the bra's hooks and eyes. It was just a bit awkward doing it for the first time. When he looked down at the bra, he first thought was just that it was pretty; covered in lace and feminine, obviously, in form. When he looked in the mirror, though, he was struck by how natural it looked on him. As if he had been missing this kind of garment and now that he'd found it, he felt, somehow, more complete. He turned every way that he could and looked at himself from every angle. Even though he knew that he had no need for the garment, other than fashion, he really liked it and how it made him look. He looked pretty. Like a girl. Like a woman. Yep, he really liked it. When he returned to the sales floor, Joan gushed over his new look. "See, doesn't that look better? I told you it would. What nature doesn't provide us... right?" She hustled Jessie to the mirror and had him look at himself some more. "See. That hangs much prettier, doesn't it." He nodded and smiled at the woman's enthusiasm. "Yes, Joan, you were 100% right." Joan was elated. She could not have asked for anything more than to be told that she was right about fashion. Before she was finished, she added a medium sized, black, clutch purse that matched his shoes and Jessie praised this choice as well. Martha smiled at the two of them primping at the mirror, afraid to say anything that might sound inappropriate, but she felt a moistness growing as she looked at Jessie and his two, new breasts. She didn't know why, but the more womanly he got, the deeper in love she sank. After they'd paid and were approaching Martha's Lincoln SUV, Jessie stepped in front of Martha, spun around and posed in a few catalog- model positions saying, "You've been awfully quiet. What do you think? Is it too much?" Martha grabbed him and pulled him in for a tight hug that caused him to squeal, giggle and smile. "Are you kidding? You are so, unbelievably perfect. You'll be the prettiest person there." she kissed him hard. "Come on. We're already late. Let's go." The brunch was pretty dull. Speakers who offered nothing of interest to Jessie, but, while Martha networked with other business people, mostly men, Jessie enjoyed chatting with the wives and girlfriends. They chatted about town politics. They shared pictures of children and vacations. They talked bout clothes. It was lovely. They left the brunch just before two o'clock. "I hope you weren't bored," Martha said as she slipped the enormous vehicle into drive. "Business brunches, lunches, dinners... they're all part and parcel of running a business like mine. You have to schmooze with people to get work from them." "I had a nice time," Jessie smiled as he looked out the window at the passing scenery. "I met some very nice people and I got invited to a breakfast club on Thursday." Martha was a bit surprised to hear this. The Thursday Breakfast Club was not an official group, but it was a gathering of some of the most wealthy women in this part of Connecticut. When she was younger and had less responsibility at the office, Martha used to attend these breakfasts herself. They were pretty upscale. "Are you going?" she asked. "I don't know. I didn't commit to anything. Why? Do you think I shouldn't?" "I don't know. It's just that... well... I mean... obviously, they think you are a woman... so... I guess what I mean is, are you prepared to present yourself as a woman permanently? If these women get to know you, then there's no turning back." Jessie thought for a moment before answering. "I know that they think I'm a woman - I mean, I have breasts this morning and everything, so... what else WOULD they think. I don't know about the future, I mean, this has been a pretty quick romance that we have going on, so I've just been taking things one step at a time, but... you're right, I need to make some long term decisions." There was a concerning silence in the car for a good long time before either spoke again. "I guess," Martha interrupted his thoughts, "it comes down to this: Do you like being perceived as a woman?" He considered this for a moment before saying, "I think I do. I know it's weird, but I don't feel like I'm a freakishly little guy. I feel like a regular woman. Maybe even a pretty one." Martha laughed a little. "You are DEFINITELY a pretty one." "But that's not the only thing we need to consider." Jessie chose his words carefully. "See, I'm used to people thinking that I'm a girl, that's been going on most of my life. The only difference is that I don't have to correct them right now. The other question, and it's probably even more important, is how do you feel about people perceiving you as a lesbian?" "Well, why would anyone..." Martha started to ask before realizing that Jessie was right. If she was with someone that presented himself as a woman, of course, people would think that she was a lesbian. "Oh, I see what you mean. I hadn't considered that." The silence that followed made Jessie nervous. He watched Martha thinking and he began to have that feeling in his stomach that meant that everything was about to go very wrong. He felt a heat gradually crawling up his back. The longer she thought about things, the more sure Jessie became convinced that everything was about to end. When the silence had persisted for a solid three minutes, he finally spoke up, "Maybe... maybe I should just go." "What!?" Martha was shaken from her thoughts and looked at Jessie in shock. "Go!? Why!?" Jessie was fighting back the tears that were gathering at the edges of his eyes. "I mean, if I'm causing any problems, the best thing for me to do is leave." "Jessie, what are you talking about!?" Martha pulled to the side of the country road on which they were traveling and took a breath before continuing. "Jessie, you are the best thing that has ever come into my life and I don't want to lose you. It's just that, well, considering my size and what I do for a living, there's always been this perception that I was a lesbian and it's always kind of bothered me, you know. Like, I wasn't woman enough for people to believe that I was straight, but... considering how excited I am when I see you looking beautiful... maybe part of me wants to be with someone who is beautiful and feminine. Not someone who is a woman. Someone like you. Someone who's the opposite of me. I'm a woman who needs to be tough and masculine. You're a man who needs to be tender and feminine. The more I consider it, the more I think that we were incredibly lucky to find each other and no matter what other people my think about us, I think that we need to be together - forever. I want you to stay with me, Jessie. Please, stay forever and be as macho or as prissy as you'd like and I'll do the same thing." Jessie's tears were flowing freely down his face at this point. He undid his seat belt and lunged to Martha, hugging her around the neck as tightly as he could and weeping into her shoulder. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you, too, babe," Martha replied, keeping her tears under control. "But, please, please never talk about leaving again. Now that I have you, I can't imagine my world without you." He took a deep breath to try to control his tears, but only gained a little control. Martha pulled him from his embrace and planted a soft, warm, loving kiss on his lips, then wiped some of the tears from his wet cheeks. They smiled at each other and Martha said, "It's a good thing that Grace didn't teach you about mascara. You'd look like a raccoon right now if you were wearing any." Jessie smiled and sat back, reaching into his clutch to pull out a tissue. He lowered the vanity mirror on the passenger side of the car and cleaned himself a bit. "Oh, Lord. I am a mess, aren't I? I'm sorry I just thought that, because you were quiet for so long..." "I know, Jess," Martha squeezed his hand, "and I promise that I'll never hesitate to answer you, again." The exchanged another smile. "Now," Martha readjusted herself in her seat and shifted the car into drive, "let's go home. I think you'll like the new furniture I bought." As they pulled into the driveway at Martha's house, two men in a pickup truck were headed in the other direction. Martha pulled onto the grass to allow the pickup truck to pass and she rolled down her window. "Hi, Tom. All set?" The man smiled back and said, "All set, Ms Bradley. All ready to go. Boy, I'll tell you, that was a heavy one! Whew! We should have brought more guys. Steve and I nearly broke our backs!" "Oh, please. A couple of strong guys like you!? I'm sure you had it under control." Tom laughed. "Ok, Ms Bradley. I'll come by in a couple of weeks to see if it needs any tweaking and then we'll set up annual visits for maintenance, ok? I have to run. Enjoy it!" "I will, Tom! Thanks!" And the pickup truck pulled away. "What was that all about?" Jessie asked. "You'll see," she smiled playfully. They parked the Lincoln and as they approached the house, Grace appeared from a sliding door that led to the great room. "Hi, guys!" she greeted them. "Well, don't you look as cute as the Dickens!?" she looked at Jessie's outfit with approval. "Nice choice and I love the padded bra. You look adorable. Have you been crying? Marty, what did you do to this pretty thing to make him cry?" Jessie laughed and waved her off. "Nothing. We had a misunderstanding on the way home and I overreacted. All resolved, now, though." "Well, good. Are you ready for this?" Grace was obviously excited about something. "Not quite," Martha pulled a kerchief out of her shoulder bag and shook it out. "First, we need Jessie blindfolded." "Why?" asked Jessie. "Oh, don't be a party-pooper," Grace scolded. "Just put on the blindfold." Martha tied it around his head and each of the women took a hand to guide him into the great room. At some point, they turned him around and had him sit on a padded, but very firm seat that had no back. Then, they removed the blindfold. He glanced around in front of him, but saw nothing new. "Turn around," Martha said. When he did his breath left his body. First he realized that he was sitting on a very high-end piano bench, then he realized that he was sitting in front of a six-foot-four-inch, ebony, grand piano. "Oh, my God!" He whispered. When he raised the key-cover, it revealed the classic lyre logo with the words 'Steinway and Sons' written below it. "Oh, my God!" He shouted! "A Steinway!? You leased a Steinway!?" "Leased, nothing," Grace laughed as she slapped the bill of sale on the music stand of the piano. "She called all around and bought you the best piano in New England." Jessie's stunned eyes looked at the words on the paperwork: 'Steinway and Sons Model: B Manufactured: 1894 Re-built: 2017 - remanufactured hammers, new Renner action, new Bolduc soundboard. Price: $78,500.00 Express delivery: $2,500.00 Setup and tuning: $1,500.00 Total: $82,500.00 Paid in Full' "You spent $82,500.00 on a piano!? For me!?!?!?!?" Jessie was floored! Back in his town in Indiana, that could buy a small house - or at least a decent trailer-home. "Do you like it?" Martha was thrilled with his reaction and completely unfazed by the amount of money she had just spent. "Like it!? My God, Marty, I'm afraid to touch it! I've only played one Steinway before and it needed to be repaired. This is set up for a concert hall." "Great! Then let's have a concert." With that, Martha and Grace sat on the couch and waited. "What should I play?" "Whatever you want, sweetie," Martha coaxed. "It's your piano." He stared at the instrument in disbelief and considered what to play. It took him a good amount of deliberating to make a decision. "Maybe he can't really play piano," Grace whispered to Martha loud enough for him to hear. "Shh," Martha laughed. "I just want to play the right thing for you. I feel like it should be something classical, but I don't have a ton of that repertoire memorized." He thought for another moment. "I know..." He shook his pretty, blonde hair behind his shoulders, took a deep breath and closed his eyes while Martha and Grace waited." When the C-minor chord sounded, the richness of it shook both women. It was followed by an F-minor chord that made it clear to both of them that Jessie knew exactly what he was doing. Slowly, passionately, he worked his way through Chopin's Prelude in C Minor. Each forceful chord slamming into the women. Then, when he reached the recapitulation and suddenly the chords were quiet and sorrowful, they each felt tears roll down their faces. When he finished, there was stunned silence. He saw their reaction and he smiled as he pulled off his bolero jacket, revealing his small, thin arms and a hint of his bra was visible through the arm hole of the sleeveless blouse. "Did you like it?" "Shit," Grace muttered. "Jessie..." Martha searched for the words. "... that was... amazing." "No," Jessie was flattered, but he understood his limits, "that was just good. The piano made it sound amazing." "Didn't Barry Manilow play that song?" Grace asked, causing Martha to laugh. "Grace, that's Chopin, right Jessie?" "Yeah, it's Chopin, but Grace is right. Barry Manilow used it for a song called Could it be Magic back in the seventies or eighties. My dad played it for me to show me how important it was to have classical technique even if you want to play pop and rock music." "See, you snob," Grace teased her friend, "I'm not as stupid as you think. Play something else, Jessie." "Yes, please. Play something else." Martha could not wait to hear him play some more. "Ok." Jessie thought for a moment or two. "I'll play something more popular. How about this?" The quiet, simple, beautiful sounds of Desperado by The Eagles filled the room and then, suddenly, after he played the low C that ended the introduction and resonated through the room, he began to sing. "Desperado Why don't you come to your senses You've been out riding fences For so long, now. Oh, you're a hard one I know that you've got your reasons These things that are pleasing you will hurt you somehow..." His voice was light and a bit feminine. Not quiet a man's and not quite a woman's but it was effortless and natural and came directly from his heart to their ears. It was beautiful. When he reached the ending, "You better let somebody love you Before it's too-oo-oo-ooooo late" Martha melted. It was gorgeous and heart breaking and so perfect to have come from Jessie's mouth. When the chord died away, Martha moved to sit beside Jessie on the bench. She kissed his cheek and put her left arm around him. With her right hand, she plunked a couple of notes on the piano. "Wow. It sounds like nothing when I do it, but when you play it... Jessie, you're amazing. That was beautiful." "And he sings!" Grace called from the couch. "How do you do it?" "It's all I know how to do. I'm glad that you like it." "Jessie, you sing like an angel, play piano like a demon and cook like a five star chef. Everything you do is incredible. Why don't you see that?" Martha was honestly confused as to why he was so self-effacing. "I don't know," Jessie shrugged. "None of that ever seemed to matter to anyone but my mom and dad when I was growing up. I mean, I was never good at sports or academics or anything important. I could only do the things that I did for my parents. Nothing cool. Nothing important." Martha hugged him tightly. "It's important to me, baby. It's important to me."