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Synopsis: After Jonathon Gilbert rescues timid crossdressing Lucy from an assault they become friends and then lovers. They set up home together and live happily until months later their domestic bliss is shaken when an unexpected event changes everything for Lucy. The Librarian's Awakening By Belle Gordon The day was cooling as the Jonathon Gilbert set off for his evening run. At 50 years old he found it a constant struggle to maintain his fitness and to keep his weight down. Since his divorce a lustrum ago he could easily have let himself go and become over-weight and drink too much. At his last check-up his doctor had warned him of the dangers of excessive drinking and smoking, so he'd cut down on the first and stopped the other. He jogged along the road and turned into the narrow gitty that led to the tow-path of a defunct canal. The tow-path had been reduced to a single track being overgrown with briars and nettles and there was barely room for the Jonathon to pass the woman who was approaching. As they met they engaged in one of those curious dances where both parties attempt to pass on the same side, stepping first one way then other in perfect co-ordination. "I'm sorry," Jonathon gasped. "I'm sorry," the woman echoed. Then they both laughed realizing the ridiculousness of the situation. Jonathon stepped deliberately to his right gesturing the woman to pass on his left and they continued on their way. As he jogged on Jonathon turned and looked back at the woman. He had been struck by her beauty and elegant appearance. He thought she was of mixed race; her features were Caucasian but her skin colour suggested Asian. She was above average height for a woman and what one would call willowy; she looked to be in her middle to late twenties. She wore a knee length pencil skirt, a royal blue satin blouse that was stretched over her largest bust, and a short woollen jacket. Her shoulder length black hair was loose and fly-away. A double string choker of pearls encircled her graceful neck and she had a small single pearl in each ear lobe. She wore tan hose and black stiletto heels which were totally unsuitable for walking on grass. As he watched her walk away he felt a jolt of excitement at the sight of her exceptional buttocks undulating in her tight skirt, like two live creatures wrestling and dancing together. But what really stuck in Jonathon's memory were her extraordinary sky blue eyes behind gold framed spectacles. He'd looked directly into them as they'd boogied together and had never seen any as intensely blue before. There was another thing he'd noticed which he hadn't really registered at the time. On the back of her hands two small swallows had been tattooed on the soft web between the thumb and index finger. They were the same colour as her eyes. As he trotted on he thought about her. Something didn't seem quite right but he couldn't put his finger on it. Why was a woman walking alone along this path dressed the way she was? If she was simply going for a walk surely she would wear something more casual and practical? Perhaps she was visiting someone or going to an event of some sort. Or maybe, he suddenly thought, perhaps she was on the game, but if she was she was unlikely to find any clients around here. ***** The woman continued to walk along the tow-path cursing silently every time her heel stuck in the soft ground. Approaching a low bridge that crossed the canal she didn't see the two men lurking in the gloom until it was too late. As she drew level they stepped out and each man grabbed an arm. "Hello darling. Want a fuck?" one man said. "No!" she screamed. "Let go of me!" One man, whose name was Derek held her by her wrists in a vice like grip and the other man pulled her skirt up to her waist and tore off her panties. Both men were shocked to behold a sizable cock and a heavy scrotum where they had expected to see a cunt. "Fucking hell!" the man named Alf said. "She's a fucking tranny. Still she has a nice arse and it'd be a shame to waste it." Both men guffawed crudely. Derek dragged the struggling woman to a large concrete block put there by the council to stop motor vehicles using the tow-path; he stretched her over it holding her wrists tightly as she kicked wildly. Alf positioned himself behind the prone woman, dropped his trousers and boxers and spat on his hand. He roughly smeared the saliva onto her anus as a crude lubricant and spread her cheeks digging his thumbs into the tender flesh. He placed his knob against her rosebud then brutally rammed his cock into her. He was too excited to notice how little resistance there was as he began pumping his weapon into her anal canal. The woman was sobbing and writhing as she attempted to escape but Derek was far too strong for her and easily held her in position. He was laughing and shouting encouragement to Alf, urging him to hurry up so that he could take his turn. Jonathon rounded a bend on the return leg of his run and saw the commotion ahead. He increased his speed when he made out what was going on. "Hey, what are you guys doing?" he shouted. "Stop it! Leave her alone!" Derek, holding her arms turned to see who was shouting just a Jonathon arrived. He swung his arm slashing the edge of his hand like a sword into Derek's neck. Derek immediately released the woman and clutched at his injured throat. Jonathon grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around at the same time bringing up his knee to smash it into his crotch. Derek dropped his hands from his throat to his groin groaning loudly and doubling over. Jonathon raised his foot and pushed the man backwards into the noisome black water of the canal. Meanwhile Alf, who hadn't missed a beat, was still pounding his rigid cock into the woman's arsehole, oblivious to the fate of his comrade. Jonathon stepped round the bollard and landed a crushing blow to Alf's nose. He felt cartilage and bone crunch and blood erupt from his nostrils. Alf staggered backwards, withdrawing his cock and fell onto his back, his feet entangled in his trousers. Jonathon stepped forward, swung his foot and kicked Alf directly in his scrotum, rupturing the poor man's balls. He double up and rolled onto his side. Incredibly he was still rock hard and Jonathon placed his foot on the erection and stood on it bearing down with all his weight grinding and twisting it into the dirt and grit of the tow-path. He didn't think Alf would be using it for a while. He watched the injured man for several seconds and when he was sure he wasn't going to get up any time soon he turned to the woman but she was gone. He trotted along the path but she was nowhere to be seen. He glanced back and saw Derek crawling out of the canal and Alf cradling his damaged genitals. He set off to his house wondering where she had disappeared to so quickly. ***** Lucy ran faster than she had ever run before in high heels. She raced up the gitty covering the 100 meters to her apartment in record time. Slamming and locking the door she leant against it panting for breath and shaking with fear. Slowly she recovered and walked into her bedroom. She was surprised to find that her skirt was still around her waist and her torn panties round one ankle. She silently thanked God that no one had seen her. Stripping off the remainder of her clothes she stepped into the shower. The hot water quickly revived her. The memory of her ordeal was not as she thought it would be. Instead of revulsion and horror she found she was turned on by the rape. Her penis became hard and she couldn't stop herself from masturbating thinking of the rough hands and powerful cock ramming into her. It was the first time she had had a real cock inside her. She'd had plenty of experience with her various toys but they couldn't compare to a real hot living penis. As she came, shooting her cream into the air she rather regretted the intervention of the handsome man she'd met earlier. ***** Lucas Clarke's father met and married his mother, a Chinese/Malay named Lee Kwan Lu whilst serving as a Royal Navy Commander at the naval base located at Sembawang in Singapore. She was only in her early twenties at the time and working as a junior secretary in the office of the Flag Office Far East. She had fallen in love with the handsome officer from the first moment she saw him. When they returned to the UK and John retired from the Navy and they moved into the Clarke family home with their daughter in rural Berkshire. John was 60 when Lucas was born and his birth both surprised and delighted him. As a child Lucas was weak and sickly which resulted in him being undersized. It was not until he was five that his health improved, and he began to thrive. He inherited his father's good looks and his mother's colouring and features. He adored his sister and they spent hours playing together. Joanna was three years his senior and one of her favourite games was swapping roles. She loved to dress the boy in her clothes while she would dress in some of her father's old things. His fascination with women's clothing began during this period when he realized that they were different from his. He was envious of the soft fabrics and bright colours of her dresses. As he grew older and he discovered her underwear the desire to wear her things became a need. Whenever he found himself alone in the house he'd hurriedly strip off his own boring clothes and raid Joanna's room, borrowing her panties, slips and dresses. It wasn't long before he discovered that there was a wonderful sexual thrill attached to the wearing and parading before a mirror dressed en-femme. As Joanna developed, brassieres began to appear in her lingerie drawer as well as panty hose, stockings and suspender belts. Wearing these increased Lucas's sexual excitement so much that he often orgasmed simply by handling the delicate articles. He loved the feeling of the clothes that were confining to wear and yet mentally liberating. On one occasion he gazed into the mirror biting his lip in contemplation of the young woman he beheld and realized that this was his fate. He'd never felt as content and satisfied as this. Inevitably he got careless and Joanna caught him. She came home earlier than expected and found Lucas wearing her newest outfit and masturbating before her wardrobe mirror. She flew into a screaming rage and threatened to tell their parents. Mortified, Lucas begged her not to tell and swore he would stop wearing her things. And he did for the next 10 years. ***** After he graduated from university with degree in English Literature he obtained a position as a junior archivist for the city council. With his new found independence and relative wealth he rented an apartment, bought a bicycle and submerged himself in the minutiae of cataloguing the city's extensive records. After a year of doing this an opening was advertised internally for the position of Librarian in the town library. He applied and was accepted. Then quite unexpectedly the urge to dress up returned. The flat he had rented was advertised as furnished but it was all crappy old stuff, and as he couldn't afford anything else he made do with it. He didn't own much in the way of possessions, just a couple of suits, and clothes as well as his books and cd's. Putting stuff into a drawer of an old chest he found a discarded pair of pantyhose pushed to the back of the drawer. As he handled the soft silky nylon the buried memories of his crossdressing came back. He found he had an erection and the desire to wear them was overwhelming. Stripping off his trousers and shorts he sat on his bed and with shaking hands worked them up his legs. They were holed and laddered but it made no difference the excitement was overpowering. He had barely pulled them up to his waist when he spontaneously ejaculated filling the crutch of the tights with his outpouring. Afterward he felt slightly ashamed and guilty. He had promised his sister he wouldn't wear her clothes again but, he reasoned he'd not said anything about other women's clothes. The excitement had been so great that he couldn't stop himself, he had to do it. The tights were ruined but he simply had to get a new pair, but how? He thought about it and suddenly had an inspiration. He peddled his bike to the local supermarket, grabbed a basket and bought a few groceries and a litre of milk then casually sauntered over to the shelf that held the packets of tights and stockings. Glancing around to make sure he wasn't being watched he picked up a packet containing pantyhose and dropped it into his basket then preceded to the self-service check-out. His heart was pounding as he scanned the items, he was afraid a manager would appear and ask him why he was buying ladies pantyhose. But he needn't have worried as no-one paid any attention to him and he walked out with trembling hands. That was the beginning of Lucy's (as he named his alter ego) emergence. She began to demand more and more. He daren't risk using his library's computer to order stuff on line as their private use was strictly forbidden so he bought a cheap lap-top. Soon he'd accumulated several sets of panties and bras together with garter belts and stockings. He bought his first pair of shoes; black sling-backs with a 3 inch heel and wore them whenever he could and before long he was competent walking in them. Breast forms and a wig followed but he began to realize that underwear wasn't enough; he needed a dress or a skirt. Not wanting to spend a lot of money buying something on-line in case it didn't fit he took his courage in his hands and ventured into a charity shop. He chose to go on a Monday evening as he thought the shop would probably be empty of customers at that time of the day. It was, but for a bored woman who was tidying up prior to closing. She didn't pay him any heed as he quickly selected a dress that he thought would suit. The woman made no comment when he handed her the item, she simply charged him 2 pounds and dumped it into a bag. She locked the door behind him as he left. Safely back in his apartment he stripped and dressed in his newest bra and panties; a lacy pink affair, suspenders and stockings. The dress was a little tight across the bust and his shoulders but he loved it never- the-less. He had thought he was a size 10 but decided a size 12 would fit him better. With his wig, shoes and a little make-up he spent a wonderful evening swishing and mincing around the flat, casting admiring glances at himself whenever he passed the full length mirror on his wardrobe door. Over the next months he acquired a sizable wardrobe of garments, shoes and make-up. He allowed his hair to grow but he still purchased two more wigs; a shoulder length blond and an auburn bob. He made many visits to various charity shops where he confidently bought dresses, skirts and blouses. He found a short fur jacket that he fell in love with and simply had to have. If the shop assistants asked or gave him funny looks he said that he was buying them for his invalid wife who was unfortunately house-bound. They mostly appeared to accept this explanation with a shrug of indifference, although there was one woman whom he was sure knew the real reason but she said nothing. As his confidence grew he began shopping in the bigger department stores. He used the invalid wife excuse if anyone ever challenged him as to why he was buying female lingerie, but they rarely did. Most of the girls who served him couldn't give a damn, although occasionally one would offer an opinion on an item saying how nice it was or that they were sure his wife would love it. Gradually as his expertise in transforming from Lucas to Lucy improved, and as his dress sense and skill with make-up got better there was a growing desire to go out in public en-femme. It wasn't enough to be all dolled up in his apartment he needed to get out. For his first foray away from the safety of his flat he dressed in his sexiest underwear but with a plain skirt and blouse and a large topcoat. Not wanting to draw attention to himself he decided that early on a Sunday morning would be a good time for his adventure as there would be few people about. Checking the street carefully, and seeing no one he took a deep breath and stepped outside. His heart was pounding and his knees shook so much that he almost collapsed. Wobbling on his modest heels he walked to the end of the street, turned and walked back. It was thrilling to feel the cold air round his legs and wafting up his skirt. The secret knowledge that he was walking along a public highway dressed entirely in women's clothes was intense. The only other person he saw was a young boy delivering newspapers who casually glanced at him as he passed but took no notice of him. Lucy felt a little disappointed that she'd been ignored. Regaining the safety of his apartment, Lucas was so elated that he whooped with excitement. He had done it. He had ventured into the realm of his respectable neighbours dressed as a woman. Twice more on Sunday mornings he walked out each time going farther afield. On one occasion he met a man walking his dog who politely wished him 'Good morning' but otherwise ignored him. He loved walking out in public so much that he couldn't wait till Sundays and he began going out on weekday evenings. As soon as he got home from work Lucy would take over and he'd submerge himself in femininity. On the fateful occasion of the rape she wore a little jacket over a satin blouse and pencil skirt and set off for a walk beside the canal. It was a lovely evening with very few people about and she enjoyed sauntering along the tow-path. Jogging towards her was a middle aged man wearing a singlet and shorts. When they met they both stepped the same way and there was a moment of embarrassment as they danced back and forth. Their eyes met and for several moments they started into each other's eyes. The man was extremely handsome and in very good shape. He was slim and muscular in running shorts and singlet with sweat glistening on his arms and legs. As Lucy walked on she realized she was holding her breath and her heart rate had sped up. She didn't see the two men loitering up ahead. ***** Jonathon sat at his kitchen table with a bag of frozen peas on his swollen knuckles and thought about the mysterious woman he'd rescued on the canal tow-path. He hoped she was ok after the men attacked and raped her. The memory of her startling blue eyes and long lashes behind the lenses of her glasses were imprinted on his brain. He thought of her often throughout the following days and looked for her during his daily jogs hoping to meet her again. He never did but he couldn't forget her. A few weeks later Jonathon called into the local library to exchange his books. There were very few people in today and only one clerk on duty. He plonked the books down without really noticing who was behind the counter but as he was turning away something caught his eye. On the back of the clerk's hand was a small tattoo of a blue bird. Perusing the shelves of books a buried memory surfaced. He had seen a tattoo like that before; but where though? He was still mulling the puzzle when he presented the books he'd selected to be checked out. Suddenly he stared at the clerk, gaping in surprise. He was looking into the same unmistakable sky blue eyes he had seen that evening by the canal. "Are you alright, Sir?" the clerk asked. "You look as though you've seen a ghost." It couldn't possibly be the same person he thought. The person he remembered had been an elegantly dressed young woman, and the man he was looking at now wore a rumpled suit and tie. His unkempt hair was pulled back into a pony tail and tied with a rubber scrunchy. But the chances of two individuals having the same remarkable eye colour, the same wire framed spectacles and the same tattoos were improbable. Which could only mean one thing? Back in his house he went straight to his computer and Googled the library's web site. Unfortunately the names of the staff were no listed. He thought of going back and asking the guy his name, then reckoned that that would be a bit presumptuous. The web site did give the opening hours however. Jonathon drove back to the library and parked his car with a view of the entrance and settled down to wait. Half an hour after the scheduled closing time the clerk emerged wheeling a bicycle. Jonathon quickly discovered it is almost impossible to follow a bicycle with a car in heavy traffic. The guy rode fast and skilfully, weaving in and out of the traffic and Jonathon lost sight of him at the first set of traffic lights where he was forced to stop but Blue-Eyes (as he thought of him) disregarded the red light and skipped across the junction and disappeared, so he gave up and drove home. The next day Jonathon returned to the library but was disappointed as there was no sign of Blue-Eyes. He asked the lady when the man who was on duty yesterday would be back but she didn't know. So that meant he would either have to return everyday or forget about him. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get the image of the man with the intense blue eyes out of his mind. ***** Saturday morning found Jonathon was sitting in Debenhams's cafe with a coffee and a Danish pastry when a voice asked if the spare seat at the table was free. Jonathon looked up and his mouth dropped open. Standing before him was none other than Blue-Eyes. He was so shocked by his unexpected appearance that he didn't answer. Blue-Eyes made an interrogative gesture indicating the chair as he waited a response. "Yes, yes, of course. Sorry I was miles away. Pease sit down," Jonathon said. Blue-Eyes carefully placed his cup and saucer on the table then stowed the several store bags he was carrying under it. "Sorry to stare," Jonathon said, "but didn't I see you working in the local library?" "Possibly, I do work there," he replied. "I knew I'd seen you before, I never forget a face. Jonathon Gilbert," He said introducing himself and holding out his hand to be shaken. "Hello, Lucas Clarke. Nice to meet you." Lucas's hand was soft and manicured with French nails. Jonathon held it a little longer than was appropriate for a normal handshake but he noticed that Lucas didn't attempt to pull his hand away either. "How long have you been a librarian?" Jonathon asked for want of something to say. "Since I graduated from university," he said. "I started off as a junior and now I'm in charge of several branches around the area. I spend one day a week in each." Well that explained it thought Jonathon; that was the reason he hadn't been there when he'd returned. They talked together as if they were old friends. Their conversation was easy and relaxed and they formed an immediate rapport. Jonathon discovered that Lucas was 32, single and lived alone; they supported the same football team and liked the same kind of music. He discovered that his father was dead and his mother lived alone in Berkshire. He had an older married sister who lived in Birmingham with her husband and two children. Suddenly Lucas looked at his watch and said, "Oh dear, I have to go. I didn't realise it was so late, the time has passed so quickly." "What a pity you have to go," Jonathon said. "I've really enjoyed our chat. Perhaps we can meet again sometime?" "Yes, I'd like to." He delved into a leather man-bag he had slung over his shoulder and produced a wallet. He extracted a business card and scribbled on the back. "Here's my number; give me a call." He gathered up the shopping bags from below the table and rushed off. Jonathon sighed as he watched him go. He looked at the card that stated that Lucas J Clarke was the Senior County Librarian. There were two phone numbers; one for business the other his personal mobile number. On the back of the card he had written his address; 42, Frobisher Road. As Jonathon got up to go he saw that Lucas had left one of his bags behind. He lifted it onto his lap and out of curiosity peeked inside. All he could see was a bundle of very feminine pink satin and lace. Jonathon was hungry, so he headed for his favourite restaurant. 'The Potpourri' was very busy but luckily a booth became vacant as he entered. Jonathon ate here fairly often as it was near his office and he ordered his usual Sheppard's pie with salad and a glass of the house white. Whilst he waited for his meal he thought about the bag Lucas had left behind and the more he thought about it the more he was convinced that it had been left deliberately. Surely he should have seen it when he picked up the others. And if he had left it on purpose he must also know that Jonathon would look inside, and therefore he had wanted him to see what was in there. During their conversation Lucas had been very clear that he was single and unattached so he hadn't bought the items of lingerie for a wife or girlfriend, which confirmed what Jonathon already suspected that Lucas was a cross-dresser. Back at the house Jonathon tipped the contents of the bag onto his bed. He gasped when he saw that the bundle of satin and lace was two bra and panty sets. They were both by Janet Reger, one was pink and other red and he till receipt described the items as 'underwire plunge bra and Brazilian knickers'. The bras were size 36C, had smooth satin cups with lace trim and a centre bow appliqu?. Jonathon pressed the digits on his mobile phone and rang the number Lucas had given him. The phone was answered on the second ring. "Hello, Lucas, this is Jonathon," he said. "Did you know that you left one of your shopping bags in the cafe?" "Ah, I'm glad you found it. I thought I must have lost it." "Would you like me to bring it round to your house?" "That would be great, Jonathon, if it's not too much trouble." "No trouble at all, you're only a 2-minute walk from my house. I can drop by about six this evening if that suits?" "Perfect," he said, then after a pause he said "Ah Jonathon did you happen to look in the bag?" "Yes I did. See you later," Jonathon said and hung up. At few minutes after 6 o'clock Jonathon pressed the door bell against the name Clarke at 42, Frobisher Road and waited, the Debenhams' bag hanging from his fingers. Lucas opened the door then stood aside to allow Jonathon to enter. Jonathon was nonplussed by the appearance of his new friend. Lucas had obviously been taking a shower when Jonathon had arrived. He smelt strongly of perfumed soap and his wet hair was wrapped in a towel - turban style. He wore a gaudy thigh length silk kimono tied with a sash about his waist and cork soled flip-flops. His legs were smooth and gleamed with oil. "I'm sorry for appearing like this, you caught me in the shower," he apologized. "I didn't realize it was so late. Please sit down and have a glass of wine while I get dressed." Ten minutes later he returned this time wearing a white cotton shirt and black Lurex trousers. The top three buttons of the shirt were undone displaying his hairless chest and Jonathon could see his large dark nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt. The pants were very tight and the contours of his cock and balls were obscenely apparent. He'd dried his hair and combed it out in soft waves that framed his face. He had swopped his spectacles for of contact lenses which made his already amazing eyes look even larger. His cupid lips were very red and Jonathon wondered if it was lipstick or had he chaffed them with his teeth. Lucas refreshed Jonathon's glass and sat opposite with his own. "Cheers," he said raising his glass. "Thanks for coming round. I expect you are wondering why I'm buying lingerie?" "Yes, I'm sorry for looking in your bag; it was very rude of me. But I am curious as you did say you were single and unattached so I wondered who you were buying them for." "Well I could say they're a present for my mother but as she is over seventy, I know you won't believe me; and anyway who buys sexy lingerie for their mothers? The truth is I bought them for myself. You see, I like to occasionally indulge in a little crossdressing. I hope you're not shocked." "Then it was you I saw by the canal the other week," Jonathon said. "I didn't think there could be two people with the same incredibly blue eyes as yours." Lucas blushed at the compliment and said, "Yes it was Lucy, as I call her. I hope it won't spoil our friendship now that you know, I'd like us to be friends." "So do I, and I'm sure it won't," Jonathon replied. Then he asked, "Are you OK after those animals attacked you? You weren't hurt were you? You had disappeared before I could ask if you were all right." "Yes, I'm fine," he said. Jonathon saw the blush suffuse his neck at the memory of what had been done to him. "They didn't really hurt me it was more of a shock, and when you intervened I simply ran." He paused then said "I want to thank you for rescuing me I should have waited but I was frightened and just wanted to get away." "Good I'm glad you're Okay." Jonathon took a sip of wine then said, "Actually the idea of cross-dressing doesn't shock me at all. Before I was married I used to frequent a couple of transgender friendly clubs." "Did you? Where was that?" "Here in London and I've been to Bangkok on holiday a few times and admired the Ladyboys." "Oh how exciting; I'd love to visit Thailand, but I can't really afford a holiday. I'm saving up for a mortgage so that I can move out of this dump." He waved his hand gesturing the room. Their conversation moved on to different topics; they drank a second bottle of wine before Jonathon announced that he had to go. "Thanks for the wine," Jonathon said. "I've really enjoyed this evening. You must come and visit me next time and I'll cook you a meal." "I'd like that. I'm free most nights. I don't have much of a social life." ***** Jonathon had lived alone for the past five years since he'd divorced his wife. Their relationship had been deteriorating for several years prior to the split. They rarely spoke anymore and Jonathon couldn't remember the last time they had made love. Then one day when he arrived home she had disappeared leaving only a brief note saying that she couldn't stand to live with him anymore and was staying with friends. She had never returned to the house and he'd never seen her again. She didn't contest the divorce and made no demands. She'd left the whole thing for her lawyer to deal with and had simply walked away. Many months later he learned that she had remarried and was living in Canada. Jonathon had suspected that she'd been having an affair but not with whom; he didn't really care anyway. He was just glad it was all over and he was finally shot of her. Now he lived in a large four bedroom house in the leafy suburbs of North London. His insurance brokerage business was thriving and providing him with a comfortable living. But he was lonely. He had tried meeting other women through dating web sites but he had not met anyone he'd wanted to see for a second time. Lying in bed that night unable to sleep, visions of Lucas Clarke filled his thoughts. He confessed to himself that he missed him and was eager to see him again and he couldn't deny that the young man was having a strange affect on him. Random images filled his mind; of the glamorous woman he'd met by the canal; of Lucas's smooth straight legs shining with drops of water as he'd stood at the door in his silk kimono and of his slim sinuous body with his prominent genitals in the skin tight Lurex pants. As he lay in the dark he became aware that his hand was stoking his erection. Jonathon awoke the next morning thinking of Lucas and that he definitely wanted to see him again, so he sent a text message to his phone. 'Would you like to meet for a drink?' 'Would love to,' came the reply a few minutes later. 'My house this evening say 7.30' he texted, adding his address. Stopping at the off-licence on his way home he bought some wine and a bottle of gin then thought he should get some nibbles so he called at the supermarket. On an impulse he bought a bunch of flowers. Earlier his cleaning lady had been and vacuumed the carpets and dusted the surfaces. He only needed to tidy away the books and newspapers that were scattered about. He asked himself why he was going to so much trouble. After all he was only having a friend round for a drink; he was not trying to impress a potential girl friend. All the same as he showered and changed he felt himself getting a little excited in anticipation of Lucas's arrival. The sudden ringing of the door bell made him jump. He checked his appearance in the hall mirror as he went to open the door. "Hello, do come in." Lucas smiled at Jonathon and his heart gave a flutter. "Can I take your coat?" Lucas shucked off his light top coat and handed it to Jonathon who hung it on a peg. He wore light grey sharkskin trousers, an open necked silk shirt with a colourful scarf knotted at the side of his neck, and black slip-on shoes sans socks. Jonathon was again astonished by the colour of his eyes; at how intense the blue was especially when the light caught them. "What can I get you to drink?" Jonathon asked. "I've red or white wine or maybe you'd prefer a gin and tonic?" "A G&T would be great, thanks." They sat on couches facing each other and sipped their drinks; their talk was of trivialities. Jonathon produced bowls of crisps and pretzels and poured a second drink. As the evening wore on and they both became more relaxed Jonathon said, "You know I was rather hoping that I'd get to meet Lucy this evening." Lucas spluttered into his glass. "What do you mean?" "Well, you've admitted that you cross-dress and that you become Lucy when you do, so I'd love to meet her." "Oh I couldn't possibly do it. No-one has ever seen me dressed up. I'd be far too embarrassed." "That's not strictly true," Jonathon said, "I saw you by the canal the evening you were attacked and what I saw was a lovely young woman whom I'd very much like to see again." "Would you really? But I would have to go home and change and it would take ages." "No you don't need to go back to your place, there is a room full of women's clothing up stairs that my wife left when she skedaddled that I never got rid of. There's everything you could possible need and I'm sure it would fit; you look much the same size. What do you say? Will you let me meet her?" He could see that Lucas was tempted. "Pour me another gin and I'll think about it." Half an hour later Jonathon led an apprehensive Lucas up to his ex-wife old room. They'd had separate bedrooms for several years before the final separation. When she left she had taken very little with her, only two small suitcases leaving the bulk of her stuff behind. Jonathon rarely visited her room now but he did know that the closets and drawers were stuffed full with her clothes. He threw open the double doors to the walk-in closet and said "Help yourself. I'll go and make us a bit of supper while you metamorphose." "Ok, I'll give it a go. But you must promise not to laugh." "I promise." Jonathon was busily putting the finishing touches to the salad he was making when he heard a discreet cough. Turning he was astounded to see he ex-wife standing in the doorway. Then he saw the wonderful blue eyes and gasped. "Bloody hell! Is it really you? Wow, you look amazing." "Thank you," he said blushing bright pink under his make-up. "Your wife has some lovely things; it was hard to know what to choose." He had chosen a red cotton A-line skirt, a white silk blouse with balloon sleeves and Peter Pan collar, flesh coloured stockings and black patent stilettos. He'd let his hair loose to frame his face with soft waves and used minimal make-up; a little mascara and lipstick. He had found some jewellery to compliment his look, some dangly earrings, an amber bead necklace and half a dozen bangles. What excited Jonathon was the gauzy hint of a lace bra he could discern through the flimsy blouse. He wondered what she had used to fill it to create her attractive bust. "Hello Lucy," Jonathon said. He walked to her and kissed her on the cheek. "It is so nice to meet you, you look wonderful." "I feel a little bit nervous," she said shyly, "you're the first person to see me like this; up close that is." "You don't need to be nervous. Come and sit down and have some pizza." Jonathon pulled a chair out from the table so she could sit then pushed it in behind her. "Have a glass of wine and relax," he said pouring. Lucas ate self consciously under the Jonathon's admiring gaze. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He was stunned by her beauty and poise; he'd never considered that Lucas could look as convincing as a woman. "You really are amazing," he said, "I'd no idea you would look so good. No-one would ever guess you weren't a genuine woman." "Thanks, that's a lovely compliment. I have had a lot of practice alone in my flat." After they had eaten they moved back into the lounge. Jonathon carried the wine bottle and glasses and poured. He watched as Lucy sat on the low couch keeping her knees together and smoothing her skirt beneath her bottom. She was more graceful that his wife had ever been he decided. "I'm awfully glad you agreed to dress up Lucy. I know it must have taken a lot of courage to do so. But now that you have there is no reason for you not to do so again and next time we can go out somewhere together; have a meal or see a show." "Oh no Jonathon, I couldn't possibly. I'd never get away with it." "Nonsense, of course you can. I know what, on Saturday come here and you can spend the day going through Annette's wardrobe. Try on a few things and pick something you like and then in the evening we'll go to this quiet little pub I know out in the country. There will be no possibility of being recognized, you will be quite safe. What do you say?" "Let me think about it," Lucy said. "Now I must go and change and get home. It's getting late." "No you don't need to change; you can go as you are. You can keep the clothes. I'll walk you home; you'll be quite safe." Before she could demure, Jonathon put her male clothes into a small valise and wrapped one of Annette's top coats around her shoulders. He marched her to the front door picking up his own coat as they left. It wasn't very far to Lucy's flat and the few people they met took no notice of a man and a pretty young woman walking together. At door to Lucy's ground floor apartment Jonathon used her keys to open the door. Lucy turned to Jonathon and said "Thank you for a lovely evening. You've been very kind and considerate letting me wear your wife clothes. I wouldn't have done it for anyone else." "I'm glad you did, but there is one thing I'd like in return." "And what would that be?" "I'd really like to kiss you. May I?" Lucy paused for several moments then almost imperceptibly nodded her head. Jonathon tenderly tilted her chin up and brought his lips to hers. The kiss was soft, gentle and fleeting. He made to step back but Lucy leant forward and crushed her lips against his. Her arms encircled his neck as she aggressively ground their lips together. Jonathon was flabbergasted by the sudden forcefulness of her kiss but instantly accepted it. Opening his mouth slightly he felt her tongue invading his hot mouth. He pushed his own tongue forward to meet hers and they writhed together like a pair of mating eels. Finally pulling apart and gasping for breath, Jonathon stared into blueness of her eyes and said, "Wow that was unexpected, but very nice all the same." Without another word Lucy turned and entered her house, closing the door firmly and setting the lock. Jonathon turned a walked slowly back toward his own house, his mind reeling. ***** Once inside Lucas lent against the door and wondered what the hell had just happened. He was taken aback when Jonathon had asked if he could kiss him and his agreement had surprised him even more. It would have been fine if it had ended there but he couldn't explain the madness that had gripped him when he had almost attacked Jonathon, ravishing him with French kisses. He had never kissed another man before, he'd never even thought about kissing another man. Did this mean he was gay? Or was he simply identifying as a female? In his bedroom he slowly undressed, hanging the skirt and blouse in his wardrobe. His mind was still swirling with memories of the kiss and the evening he'd spent with Jonathon dressed in his ex-wife's clothes. The excitement he had felt when he had walked into the kitchen had been intense. His knees felt weak and his hands trembled and he almost ran back up the stairs. But Jonathon's reaction had been worth it. It had been thrilling to spend the evening dressed as a woman with a handsome and attentive man. He sat on the bed, kicked off his stilettos and rolled his nylons down his legs. He removed the garter belt and bra then lowered his panties. He was disturbed to find that his cock was semi erect. He removed his make-up and cleaned his teeth before slipping on the sheer baby-doll nightie he loved and climbing into bed. He dreamed. The beautiful woman dressed in a glamorous strapless ball gown glittering with sequins was dancing in the arms of a stud of man. The man was wearing a white bow tie and a long-tailed coat. They were the only couple dancing in the centre of a huge ballroom. On a stage a full orchestra played a waltz and as the music came to an end the man bent the woman backwards and kissed her. Walking together to the centre of the dance floor the man stood with his legs apart and his arms akimbo. The woman fell to her knees in front of him and slowly lowered the zip of the man's fly; reaching into his trousers she released his erect cock. Stroking the huge member the woman lowered her head onto his weapon and sucked it into her mouth. For the next five minutes the woman fellated the penis as the silent audience looked on. Suddenly the man cried out, grabbed the woman's head and unloaded his come into her eager mouth. The audience burst into applause. The man assisted the woman to her feet and they bowed and curtseyed to the capacity ballroom before the man led the woman to a side table and seated her. The master of ceremonies took the microphone and announced "Ladies and Gentlemen; an excellent performance, let's give a big hand for Mr Jonathon Gilbert and his lovely partner Miss Lucy Clarke." At that moment Lucas climaxed, filling his panties with cum. He came awake still masturbating, his dream still vivid in his mind. ***** Back in his house Jonathon's mind was also filled with memories of the evening. Lucas had looked sensational when he'd appeared dressed en- femme. He'd been a little disappointed that he had chosen such a plain and simple outfit. There were dozens of dresses in Annette's closet that he could have worn. Next time he would get him to wear something sexier. Next time? What was he thinking of, there might not be a next time. He was sure it had been a mistake kissing him but Lucas's, or rather Lucy's reaction had said otherwise. It had been a long time since he had kissed anyone like that - not since his courting days in fact and the feel of soft lips had been thrilling. He could still taste a trace of Lucy's lipstick on his lips. He stripped off his clothes and lying naked on his bed masturbated to his mental pictures of Lucy. For the next several days Jonathon's mind was filled with images of Lucy, he thought of her constantly. He couldn't concentrate on his work and would sit for ages just staring into space. Even his secretary noticed his absent mindedness and asked if he was alright. In the end he could bear it no longer, he had to see Lucas again. Telling his secretary that was leaving for the day he drove to the town library. Lucas was talking to a colleague as he entered and didn't notice Jonathon approaching. He was wearing the same gray suit he'd worn the last time Jonathon had been to the library and he was briefly disappointed that he was in male garb, but of course, he reminded himself he wouldn't be dressed en-femme for work. As Jonathon placed his unread books on the counter Lucas looked up and smiled at him. Jonathon's heart almost stopped; he was suddenly unable to speak, his mouth dried up and his tongue felt too big. He had forgotten just how beautiful the young man was. "Ah, hello Mr Gilbert" Lucas said with far more aplomb than Jonathon felt. "I have the book you ordered." Jonathon had no idea what he was talking about. Turning to his co-working Lucas said "Will you take over please, Carol while I attend to Mr Gilbert." Then taking Jonathon by the arm he said, "If you will come with me Mr Gilbert I have it in the office," and led him through a door marked 'Private'. Once inside Lucas turned the key in the lock then threw his arms around Jonathon and kissed him passionately. For a second Jonathon was non- plussed by the suddenness of the assault. He hadn't expected it but he quickly recovered and eagerly reciprocated mashing his lips against Lucas's and thrusting his tongue into his mouth. Their kissing seem to last an eternity, so lost were they in the passion of the moment, and when they finally parted they were both shocked by the intensity of the occasion. "Oh God Jonathon, I've wanted to do that since the last time. I hope you're not offended." "Definitely not," Jonathon said. "You're all I've thought about since I saw you last. Kiss me again." They did, pressing their bodies together; each man clearly feeling the others hard erection. They would have continued kissing and rubbing their crotches together had not the door handle rattled as Carol tried to open it. Hurriedly separating Lucas shouted "Be there in a minute Carol." Re- arranging their dishevelled clothing and hair, Lucas picked up a large tome and thrust it into Jonathon's hands. "Here, take this." "Come and see me again?" Jonathon pleaded as they exited the office. "We can have some full with Annette's stuff and maybe we can go out somewhere for a drink. I really want to see Lucy again." "I'll give you a call," Lucas said. It was three days before Lucas phoned Jonathon. He'd been visiting libraries in the South of the city he explained but if Jonathon liked he could come over this evening. "Of course, come at whatever time you like," Jonathon said. "And Lucas..." "Yes?" "I've missed you." "I've missed you too." ***** Lucas had certainly missed him. He hadn't felt such fondness for anyone except perhaps his mother and sister. He was on edge for the remainder of the day and couldn't wait for 5 o'clock to come. Finally it did and he raced home covering the distance in record time. Once inside his apartment he tore his clothes off and rushed into the shower. He washed and conditioned his hair, shaved the sparse hair from his legs, chest and armpits and liberally doused his body with perfumed talcum powder. Dressing quickly in jeans and tee-shirt he grabbed a small overnight bag and left. Jonathon opened the door on the first ring, pulled Lucas inside and kissed him, then led him by the hand into the lounge. "Would you like a drink or do you want to change first?" Jonathon asked. "I'd love a drink we have the whole evening to chill out." Jonathon poured gins and tonic and they clinked glasses. They were a both little uneasy being together again but the gin soon relaxed them. Sipping his drink Jonathon said, "Lucas, would you mind very much if I watched you?" "Watched me? What do you mean?" "Can I watch you transform from Lucas into Lucy, and maybe even help you?" "Well okay, but I might be a bit shy." Jonathon led the nervous young man up the stairs and into Annette's old bedroom. "I usually start with my make-up," Lucas said, "and my nails." "Let me paint your nails for you. I used to do it for Annette when we were first married and I'm sure I haven't forgotten how." Lucas opened his overnight bag and took out another bag filled with make-up. From this he extracted a small bottle of nail varnish and handed it to Jonathon. Lucas reclined in a chair while Jonathon perched on a foot stool. He lifted his feet onto his lap and removed his trainers and socks. He separated each toe with a cotton wool pad and carefully painted each nail a vermilion red. He noticed there were traces of a previous colour that hadn't been completely removed. Whilst the toenails dried Jonathon turned his attention to Lucas's hands. His finger nails were neat and well cared for, so they only required a coat of the same varnish. While his nails dried they discussed what Lucas was to wear. Jonathon wanted him to wear Annette's little black cocktail dress which had been a favourite of his and fortunately for him she'd not taken with her. In fact he discovered she had two and Jonathon held them both up on their hangers for Lucas to decide which one he preferred. He chose the one made of heavy silk crepe de chine. It was a sleeveless, knee length creation with spaghetti straps and chiffon trim. The bodice was low cut and held together with a rhinestone modesty broach. Sitting at Annette's vanity table Lucas stripped off his tee-shirt and began applying his make-up. Jonathon's cock twitched as he admired Lucas's smooth chest with its two prominent nipples, his narrow shoulders and the graceful curve of his spine with its flawless skin. Standing behind him Jonathon brushed his long hair so that it shone and bounced in soft waves. He watched in fascination as Lucas expertly brushed on face powder from a compact and then added a hint of blusher to his cheeks. Satisfied with the look he smeared on blue/grey eye shadow followed by mascara which dramatically accentuated his amazing blue eyes. Finally he painted his lips carmine red. From an ornate box on the vanity Jonathon selected a pair of rhinestone chandelier earrings and a companion necklace, but then was dismayed to see that they were for pierced ears. Noticing, Lucas said "It's okay I had my ears pierced a long time ago." He took the jewels and pushed the hooks through his lobes. Jonathon's heart beat faster when he looked at the radiant creature reflected in the mirror. Lucas or Lucy who was rapidly emerging looked divine. With the simple make-up, his hair brushed and styled and the earrings Lucas was transforming into a beautiful woman. Now it was time to dress. "On second thoughts I think I'd prefer to get dressed on my own if you don't mind." Lucas said. "I'm sorry. It'll be a nicer surprise if you don't see me until I'm ready. Why don't you go downstairs and pour us some wine and maybe put some music on?" A disappointed Jonathon closed the door firmly as he left the room. Entering the en-suite bathroom Lucas striped off his jeans and pulled on the panties he'd selected earlier from Annette's lingerie drawer. He tucked his hardening penis between his legs then took a pair of silicone breast forms from his overnight bag. Wiping his chest with alcohol he pressed the self adhering breasts onto his chest. He held them in place for a few minutes to make sure they were firmly stuck then bounced up and down a few times to ensure they wouldn't fall off. He was pleased; he wouldn't need a bra. Satisfied he returned to the bedroom, sat on the side of the bed and rolled a new pair of ultra shine 10 denier skin tone stockings up his legs. Hooking his garter belt round his waist he fixed the dark welt of the nylons to the tabs. With his stockings stretched taught on his legs he slipped his feet into the shoes Jonathon had left out for him; black strappy sandals with a four inch spike heel. He raised each foot in turn onto the stool and buckled the tiny clasp at the side. Wobbling slightly on the unaccustomed high heels he took the dress from its hanger, stepped into it and worked it up his body. He closed the zip up the back and settled the straps over his shoulders. The dress was a snug fit and squashed his breasts together creating an awesome cleavage. He decided to dispense with the modesty broach preferring to let his tits hang out. He checked his appearance in the mirror did a twirl and liked what he saw. "Wow, you look even more amazing than you did the last time," Jonathon exclaimed when Lucy entered the lounge. "Stay right there while I get my phone, I must have a picture of you. You look incredible. The dress looks even better on you than it did on Annette." Jonathon snapped several pictures from different angles encouraging Lucy to assume different poses until she started to feel embarrassed by his scrutiny and told him to stop. Slipping the phone into his pocket he handed her a glass of champagne and they drank a silent toast. They sat together on the couch and sipped their drinks chatting easily. Then as if by an unheard command they put their glasses aside, turned toward each other, embraced and kissed, gently at first but then with increasing ardour as their passions rose. Jonathon's hands roamed over the elegant curves of Lucy's body gradually descending to her nylon clad knee, then moving up her thigh beneath the skirt of her dress. He caressed the warm soft flesh of her upper thigh above the band of her stocking before his hand crept into her panties. At the hot junction of her thighs his hand found and grasped an erect manly cock. His fingers enfolded the shaft and he squeezed it gently. At the back of Jonathon's mind he realized that this was the first penis (apart from his own) that he had ever touched. He was surprised and thrilled by the hardness of it as he slid the soft velvety skin back and forth. Lucy gasped into Jonathon's mouth when he took the weapon in his firm grip and stroked it. Slowly Jonathon worked her skirt higher and higher exposing her lacy panties and the beast within. It was another first for Jonathon when he pulled the flimsy garment aside, bent down and took the rearing cock into his mouth. Part of his brain told him to stop, that this wasn't right but the rest of his mind said, oh yes, this is what he'd always wanted to do. Now he was a cocksucker and he loved it. The notion that he was engaging in what some puritanical minded people would call a perverted sexual act excited him beyond reason. Gripping Lucy's cock tightly around the base he swallowed the head and forced as much as he could down his throat till the gag reflex forced him to stop. He sucked and lapped his tongue around and around the bell- end, working the tip under the foreskin, all the time masturbating the cock with his hand. He felt Lucy's fingers entwining in his hair then holding his head as her hips pushed and fucked into his eager mouth. All too soon he heard her shout and his mouth was flooded with a hot sticky liquid. He swallowed the stuff, gulping it eagerly down thinking this must be what ambrosia tasted like. He wanted to continue sucking her lovely cock but Lucy's thrusting hips had ceased to move and her prick was softening. Reluctantly he let it slide from his mouth and raised his head. Lucy reclined on the couch with her eyes closed and a beatific smile on her kissable lips. Jonathon gazed at the divine creature and suddenly realized: I'm in love. Then the rational part of his mind re-asserted itself and demanded to know: what have you done, Jonathon? You have just sucked another man's penis until he ejaculated into your mouth and then you have eaten it. You should be ashamed and disgusted. But the fact was he wasn't, he had loved every moment of it, and he wanted to do it again. It was the most liberating experience he could remember. He thought of all the wasted years he'd spent with Annette, putting up with her constant carping and the ill will they had felt for each other when he could have been lying in another man's arms and sucking his penis. He flopped onto the sofa beside her as these conflicting thoughts and emotions raced through his mind. He turned his head and looked at Lucy's beautiful face and smiled. She was totally relaxed but sensing she was being looked at, opened her eyes and returned the smile. "Thank you, darling. That was wonderful," Lucy breathed. "No one has ever done that to me. It was magic. Let me do the same for you." Lucy sank to her knees and moved between Jonathon's legs. She pulled the zipper slowly down, snaked her slender fingers into the fly and extracted his rigid shaft. Jonathon gasped, sucking in his breath as he felt Lucy's hot lips engulf the head of his cock. Her tongue rolled around the gland then she pushed the tip of it into the eye and wiggled it inside his urethra. Jonathon had never felt anything as intense. She pumped the skin of his foreskin and Jonathon knew he would not be able to hold off for very long. She manipulated his weapon, stroking up and down his length with one hand whilst the other cupped his balls and gently squeezed them. Her hot mouth engulfed the head, gobbling and lathering it with saliva. Jonathon gazed down at her as she worked and his heart swelled with love. Never had he felt so cherished. Despite his best efforts to delay the inevitable his semen was soon boiling up his rod. With an anguished cry, he erupted, shooting huge spurts of spunk into her mouth and throat. Not since he was an adolescent teenager had he come so hard. He couldn't remember ever ejaculating so intensely. There was such a quantity that Lucy couldn't swallow it all. Rivulets dribbled from the sides of her mouth and ran down her chin. Pulling Lucy up beside him Jonathon kissed her and licked the come from her chin and cheeks then worked his tongue into her mouth and swallowed what traces remained. He discovered he loved the taste of jism. Afterwards they relaxed side by side and sipped champagne. "I've never done that before," Jonathon said. "What?" "Sucked another man's cock." "No?" said Lucy. "Well you are very good at it; you're a natural." "I should be appalled and revolted but I'm not. The truth is, I loved it. I love feeling your cock in my mouth and the taste of your come. Am I an awful person?" "No, of course not. It's true that some people may disapprove and call it an aberration but if you do it with a consenting partner where's the harm?" Finishing his drink in a gulp Jonathon said, "Come on let's go out. I know a nice pub where we can get a meal. I don't know about you but I'm starving." "Do you think I'll be able to pass? Won't everyone know I'm a guy dressed as a woman." "Nonsense, no one will suspect a thing. You'll be a knock out. Come on I'll get you a top coat." With a short jacket draped around her shoulders and clutching one of the many purses Annette had left behind, Jonathon led Lucy by the hand to his car. He opened the door for her then climbed behind the wheel and they set off. Jonathon couldn't keep his hands off Lucy's thighs. He loved caressing the smooth nylon and the warm bare flesh at the top of her leg. As he overtook a truck the driver blew his horn and gestured obscenely. With the height advantage the trucker had he could clearly see into the car and where Jonathon's hand was. He drove for about 40 minutes north on the A10 before turning off and heading for the village of Flamstead End in the Hertfordshire country side. 'The Jolly Brewers Inn' was a warm and friendly pub which wasn't too crowded. They found a table in a corner and while Jonathon went to the bar to order drinks Lucy looked nervously around expecting everyone to be staring. She relaxed when she saw that after a cursory glance to see who the newcomers were the locals went back to their drinks and talk and ignored her. They ate a mediocre meal of scampi and chips washed down with a pint of beer for Jonathon and white wine spritzer for Lucy. "I need a pee," Lucy whispered, "but I'm afraid to use the Ladies." "No need to be afraid, just march in as though you own the place and no one will take any notice of you." Taking a deep breath Lucy stool and walked confidently to the bathrooms. Several of the men cast admiring glances as she passed, one even giving her a quiet wolf whistle. Inside she was relieved to find the place empty and quickly shut herself into a cubicle. Hoicking up her skirt and dropping her panties she sat and peed. Washing her hands she examined her reflection in the mirror. She saw that her lipstick had almost gone so she refreshed it and ran a comb through her hair. As she left another woman entered, looked at her briefly and said "Evening love. God I'm bursting." Driving back to Jonathon's house he asked her if she would like to come in for a night-cap. "No thank you" she replied, "I have to get an early train in the morning. What about changing my clothes though?" "You can keep them. When can I see you again?" "I shall be away all week so it will be next weekend if you like?" "Oh dear, what shall I do all week without you?" Jonathon cried. "Will you stay with me for the weekend?" "Yes, I'd love to." "You don't need to bring anything." ***** For the next week Jonathon thought of little else but Lucy. The memory of their mutual fellacio kept him in a state suppressed excitement and his cock semi hard. He was amazed at how much he loved the feeling of hot living flesh and the taste of Lucy's penis in his mouth. Until the very moment he'd opened his mouth and sucked on her sweet cock he had thought he'd be revolted by the practice, but once begun he adored it. His mouth watered when he thought of swallowing her spurting come as she discharged into his throat. He wanted more. Finally Friday evening arrived and Jonathon paced and fidgeted as he waited for Lucas to arrive. During the week he asked his cleaning lady to put fresh sheets on his own and Annette's beds ready for Lucas's weekend stay. He'd restocked the larder and the drinks cabinet and even bought flowers which he'd put in vases in various rooms. He had also checked out Annette's closets to see exactly what was there. He was astonished at the quantity of stuff; he had no idea that she owned so many clothes. The racks were crammed full with dresses, skirts, tops, blouses, suits and coats. He counted 15 pairs of shoes and boots, and the drawers of her dressing table were stuffed full with all kinds of lingerie, most of which he had never seen before. It made him wonder who she had bought it all for. As soon as Lucas stepped over the threshold carrying his hold-all they fell into an embrace and kissed passionately. They were equally mad to see each other and ground their crotches hard together rubbing their rampant cocks against the others. Jonathon would have come in his trousers had he not broken the clinch and led Lucas into the lounge. "Come upstairs and change into Lucy," Jonathon pleaded. "I've missed her so much. I can't wait to see her." They stumbled up the stairs and rushed into Annette's room. Jonathon had selected the outfit he wanted Lucas to wear along with underwear and shoes. Lucas's previous shyness at undressing in front of Jonathon had disappeared and he quickly stripped off his baggy sweater, tee-shirt and jeans. Jonathon was both surprised and delighted to see that Lucas had already glued his fake breasts to his chest which jiggled and wobbled realistically in his bra. He also noticed that he'd painted his finger nails and wore light make-up. "Will you help me dress, darling? I want you to be a part of making Lucy happen." "Oh yes, of course I will." Jonathon took the panties he'd picked out and knelt before his friend holding open the top for Lucas to step into. He pulled them slowly up his smooth hairless legs. He couldn't resist kissing the head of his erect cock before tucking it inside the flimsy garment. Jonathon desperately wanted to suck the prick that reared before his face but resisted the temptation, knowing it would be better later. Undoing the plain white bra Lucas was wearing he replaced it with a delicate underwire lace bra that matched his panties. Jonathon wrapped it around his chest and clipped the hooks-and-eyes together in the bac