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A Year Ago Ch. XIX By MadQuill © The arc of this story will continue, but the timing may not suit some readers. After the two-year Sara's world is a bit clearer. Her relationship with Angelica and Jenn, has de-evolved. Cynthia had been pursuing Sara; she was patient, and she felt comfortable with the idea that Sara's libidinous behavior, with other women, might bring Sara back to her. After running from Angelica, Thomas and Jenn, Sara would need some time to consider her decisions. She thought of Cynthia and her patience, but though her girlfriend was remarkable, but still Sara was conflicted. Having spent all night Sunday with Thomas, and being sensually penetrated, Sara had run away. Her flight was directly related to the manipulations of Angelica. Though Jennifer's submissive sex-play had deeply aroused Sara, something had changed between the maid Jennifer and her. The long, luxuriant hair, the special gift from Angelica, Sara loved, but she needed to get away, and find her place. Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. Thank you for your comments. This is an evolving story of Sara's sensual investigations. Please review the first chapters of the story.... A Year Ago: I was exhausted and unsettled as I drove away down the country road, but I knew I needed to check the office. I was upset, though not with the fact that I had left Angelica. I had been hoping to become her lover, but she had too much baggage. It was dark when I walked up the stairs from the parking lot, and I was wearing the blue Halston, she had given me. At my office door I realized I had failed to bring my keys when I had left the house Sunday morning. I put my ear against the door and was reminded of my mane, as I moved it away, so that I could listen; everything on the other side sounded normal. I turned and left. On the stairs looking down, I saw the gold heels and again, I thought of Angelica. I needed to leave her behind. Minutes later, I arrived home and picked up the mail. There were three bills, a bunch of junk flyers, and a letter. I immediately began to cry, it was in Angelica's hand, though there was no stamp: 'You have left me again. This is my fault Sara. I cannot ask for forgiveness. I was mistaken to have allowed Cora to dominate and push me, to interfere with my love for you. I was wrong to drive you so hard, and allowing Jenn to make you feel somehow less important. I should have allowed you some space Sara. You look so good in the blue Halston, with your perfect new hair.' I quickly looked about in the darkness for her car, and then I closed my eyes, and saw her face, and those aqua blue eyes. I opened the door and walked to the kitchen. I put down her note; I wouldn't finish reading it. I would not allow Angelica even a minute more tonight. I had to stop thinking of the weekend. Two men had been with me, inside me in the past three days. I paused to consider my behavior. My perspective had changed, and I now realized how selfish my going off to Angelica had been. The experience of being transgender, and the hormones might explain my bawdy wantonness. I was tired and sore, as I looked at myself in the mirror, still wearing her Halston. It made me angry, and I almost tore it from my body, but then I realized that I had left my other clothes and shoes, my brassiere and the lingerie. Even my ring! I had been asked by the hair technician to remove it while they performed the weave. I considered calling and asking for these items, then I decided I wouldn't care if I ever saw the diamond again. It was only jewelry, and the clothes were easily replaced. I walked into the bath to review myself, hearing the click of the heels, the gold sandals that Jenn had given me, on the tile floor. In the mirror I saw a woman; this pile of hair had changed everything. Maybe this was the gender affirmation I was seeking. Maybe it was self-satisfaction, but I was coping with these new challenges in my life. The memories of this weekend should help my sexual esteem, but I also felt some sadness. I felt now, looking at the reflection, that I deserved to be happy. I had only a light makeup on, but there was no 'Michael' looking back at me. I quickly removed the dress and heels, though I had trouble with the tiered slip, as it had somehow been caught to the lining beneath the Halston. I stood naked except for the thong, a pretty blue satin piece. I quickly rinsed and crawled into the bed. It was a short sleep, as I got up early and slipped on my skinny jeans and white sneakers. I drove to the office; it was before eight. Avery might be there but Madison tended to arrive after nine. I skipped up the stairs, and as I turned toward my suite, I saw a package leaning against the door. I stopped to try the door of InteriorBent. It was locked. I picked up the package and opened my door. The place seemed to have not missed me yesterday. Settling down my handbag, keys and coffee, I opened the box. In the brown box was my folded and cleaned red dress, the rose' intimates, my shoes and a small envelope. Inside was a disc, noted with the date. My name was written across the top edge. There was also a small black flash-drive. I assumed these were copies of the movie I had watched yesterday, as the hair weave was being done; me with Thomas and Jenn. I threw these back in the box. I forgot to look for the ring. After two o'clock, I needed to get away, though the work distracted my memories, each spare moment allowed me to consider these past few days. I thought also of Cynthia, but there were also memories of the sex, pricks, and the toys. I rubbed my wrists thinking of Thomas's lair and his reading "Juliette". I left the package in the office when I went out after working quietly all day. I had briefly heard the two women next door. It wasn't a good day for them either; I could tell they were upset about something. I needed to be alone, so I didn't interfere. I did send Cynthia a text: 'I am done being with her, Angelica is much too demanding' Cynthia didn't respond for three days. When she did, I cried; her love was what I needed, but she wouldn't agree to visit me, not yet. - - - - - - - - - - - Back months ago, before 'Michael', had begun his investigation, and initiated the life changes; Lynn and Cynthia were talking. Cynthia was upset while she was sitting with Lynn. "Why can't I find someone like you Lynn? Michael is a perfect mate, and you seem to, well, enjoy him." Lynn turned to face her friend, "Don't you be spreading my sex life around Cindy!" "But he is a good lover, you said," Cynthia said quickly, but Lynn looked back with a stern expression. "I just wish he was, you know," Lynn hesitated, "a little, you know what I mean, bigger. It isn't small, but I can say, Michael doesn't fill me." She looked away. "His dick is not small, it's that I'm too soft down there." Cynthia explained that those muscles needed exercise, "Your kegels just require a workout. You can do them sitting at a traffic light, Lynn. I have to work mine; a set of 10 kegels, two times each day." Lynn would not follow through, Cynthia had known her friend for several years and could tell when she would listen to advice. Several months later Lynn had rejected him, and Michael had moved out. Cynthia may have missed him, but Lynn was glad he was gone. These two women were close, but very different. Lynn could be catty, and petty, and Cynthia tried to remain fair. One evening Lynn was with Cynthia, and they spoke of Michael, "That business of his, he will never make enough to live on," Lynn said. "Michael doesn't market himself properly, and I predict that he will be back with his old firm in six months." She wasn't bitter, but she was done with him. The two women were sitting in Lynn's office when the text came in. "Ha! He just sent me a text," Lynn groaned. "I haven't heard from him in months." 'call me regarding an important bit of news' A few minutes later Lynn called Michael's cellphone. "Hello, Lynn?" There was a pause and Lynn frowned. "Is that you, Michael? I think I dialed 555-8282. Michael? What's happened to your voice?" Lynn looked over to Cynthia, astonished, as she listened, and then she hit the phone's mute, "Michael just told me that he has been 'transitioning'. What the hell does that mean?" But Cynthia knew exactly what this meant. She sat quietly watching Lynn shake her head. Then there was a pause.Lynn had removed the mute, and was now speaking quite loudly, "That makes no sense Michael. What the hell !" Lynn was almost screaming into the small device, "You, you cannot be serious Mic, just saying you have," Lynn looked to her friend and smirked, "Oh, you have made 'a change', ah, what did you say?" Lynn told Cynthia while still on the phone, "He's said something crazy," but Lynn was talking and listening to Cynthia, "a woman? You sound crazy; this is of no sense, Michael? Why?" Lynn again turned to Cynthia, muting the phone again, as Michael spoke, "He says that he is using the name Sara now." She was beside herself; Lynn hit the speaker button briefly and the two women heard another woman's voice coming from the phone's small speaker. "I'll be handling the paperwork over the next few weeks, but please Lynn, call me Sara." Again there was a pause, but Lynn had turned off the speaker. "Michael, you're kidding right? I can't believe this, you just decide, ahh. I have an idea," she smiled at Cynthia, with her thought. "Okay then 'Sara', then please show me, send me; I need to see you. You can send me a picture, please, right now." Cynthia looked at her friend and gave her a thumbs up, and Lynn simply nodded.Seconds later Cynthia heard the alert and then heard Lynn gasp. "Oh my god, you're, oh Michael, what the hell, oh, oh shit, my god, Michael, you're a, you're, you look so feminine. My god how? It has only been a few months, and now this? My god, you certainly look like a girl." Cynthia had moved and now she saw the image, and quickly covered her mouth, as she repressed her snigger. She was happy somehow and she stood to leave, but Lynn saw her friend move and again muted the call, after asking Sara to pause a moment. Lynn turned and stood, moving to Cynthia. "I can't believe this Cindygirl!" Lynn kissed her friend's right cheek. "Can't you stay, just a few more minutes? What I'm seeing needs to be discussed Cindygirl." Lynn reconnected to the call. She listened as Cynthia turned back, "Sure Michael, tomorrow, lunch, ah, okay, in the Village, that will work. Okay, until then. I still am so surprised, by this news, and well, but, by your picture too. Bye for now, Mic, I meant to say, Sara of course." After closing the connection Lynn turned to look at her friend and smiling said, "I knew he was gay, right?" Cynthia moaned in exasperation, and attempted to explain to Lynn, gender versus sexuality. "No silly. Just because he is dressed as a female, does not mean he is into guys Lynn. It is way more complicated than that. He surely does not look inappropriate or ridiculous, or even sissy-like." Cynthia leaned against the edge of the desk. Lynn conceded her point, "Maybe so, but he says he will be legal soon. Is it that easy to change your sex?" Cynthia re-stated her thought, "We will need to adjust the pronouns Lynn. She, Sara, will need some support. Friends may become scarce, and we can be of help, right?" Cynthia watched as Lynn made a lewd gesture, "That's what I think, Cindygirl. He is too lucky, looking like 'she' does. Even with the short bob-do." Cynthia smiled, "I kind of like the shape of her hair. I think I may like having a new girlfriend too." Lynn cautioned her, "She still isn't a female. I will guarantee you that; 'Sara' still has a pair of balls. You can chase that one, I am done with him." Lynn had a thought, about her difficult relationship, and the sex. "Maybe he was already doing something, I mean while we were together. Maybe hormones, and that caused my dissatisfaction." Now Cynthia was surprised, "Lynn, a few weeks ago, you told me that Michael was sufficient, I mean in term of the size of his dick, and now you want to suggest, that he could have been small from using drugs? That seems a bit off. Hormone therapy takes months before affecting a person, male or female, in the way you are suggesting." Lynn was sorry she had suggested the thought, "I need to shut my mouth sometimes, and tomorrow, I will see for myself. Sara certainly looks feminine, right Cindygirl?" Cynthia suggested she come to the lunch, "I can be nearby, but I will just watch. I'm as curious about this as are you Lynn." They agreed to the idea. Cynthia would be parked across the street. "My Miata won't do, I'll have to borrow the firm's Chevy." Cynthia simply smiled to herself, thinking of watching meeting. "You have to keep this discussion between us dear Cindygirl, Sara has asked me to maintain her privacy." - - - - - - - - - - - Finally Cynthia responded to my text, but her note was so heart-felt, I cried. I re-read the follow-up text from Cynthia several times, as I was concerned. I now realized that her attention was so true and clear. Only someone in love with me could have been this supportive. My heart was now more exposed, as was hers. We would need to meet soon; but she had to travel for a legal deposition, and she would not return for five days. I needed the space, the time, to think; to be myself, and to focus on the work. Each morning I would arise and carry on; the yoga was helpful. The girls at InteriorBent were also busy, and we didn't even run into one another in the hall. From the noise and activity they seemed to be involved with a big assignment. On Thursday I visited the temporary space Angelica had offered to both of our firms, and it was adequate. I called Madison, but only left a message. She called to confirm my call, but I was out on a run. The move was to take place in two weeks, and Angelica had hired a manager for the re-building, and he would be handling the details, so I had no reason to speak of her. I did think of her some days. On Thursday evening I saw Avery coming from the washroom. She didn't recognize me immediately. She reached to touch my hair as she commented, "That business plan you have sure is bringing in revenue. This is beautiful Sara, quite brilliant. A weave, right?" She hugged me; "Madison and I have been busting it for a new client. I have almost no spare time, can you come in and let her see that mane of yours?" Madison turned as we entered, "Wow Sara," as Avery explained the weave. I decided to hold back the weekend; this was now my life, and I needed some privacy. - - - - - - - - - - - I am lying just aware; the dawn is just now and the rays illuminate the wall where the bath door is open. Days before, I had made love, with Thomas, again, and again. Though I was now alone he was still somewhere near. I recalled how his semen had oozed from my love hole. I reached down, there was nothing there, but I imagined smearing his juice, as he prepared to enter me that second time. Over the course of those five days, a cock had been inside me; so many times I had lost count. The names were fresh in my mind, as I closed my eyes, Thomas, George, and my toy, Sam. Thomas was the better of the three; even as he rested, with his cock in my tight hole. My mind now remembering, the fullness, the shared joy. I now raised my hips above the bed surface, and pushed the pillows beneath my bottom. My fingers entered my canal, and I was smiling at the memory of him and his lovemaking. I would need more of that type of loving. Now, only a toy could do that to me. Sometime later that long night, I was dreaming, the scent of arousal was so near; I felt my nose rubbing her slit, not Angelica though, a new pussy was there. I awoke thinking that I was with Jennifer, but there was something new as well. The body in this mirage was unclear. Lying on my back I thought of two women, I had been sexually active, with both during these past days, and had enjoyed their musky juice. Each was different, yet; each had filled my mouth. I noticed that my thong was soaked. I had released during my dreams. It was now almost seven, but these dreams were so real. I wondered if I could get out of bed. I had no food in the refrigerator and I was hungry, so I got dressed; a simple navy skirt, a cream-toned blouse and some low heels. It was nearly eight o'clock, so I would need to do my face. I rushed into the market; the store was nearly empty except for a mother with two sleeping babies and the workers stocking the shelves. I figured I would eat something at the office. I carried the small brown bags to the Audi. When I was closing the trunk of the car, a Camaro pulled into the open spot, immediately adjacent and it was too late to turn or move. I watched as Sheila got out. I noticed her lower legs, her gray suit, and her heels; as I looked up she was just standing there, thirty inches away. She looked at me, but with a quizzically, sort of odd look. My hair was wrapped with a band but the tail was on my shoulder. "Excuse me Miss, but is that your boyfriend's Audi?" I saw that Sheila noticed my eyes reviewing her. "And why the hell are you checking me out?" I couldn't speak, as I was also surprised, by my overt study of her outfit. "I, well no," I stuttered, "It is mine, and, I'm a little, yes, Sheila. It's my car," and I stood a bit taller in my heels realizing I needn't be submissive to her, yet I was startled. I had to become confidant in who I was, even with others I knew. Her expression shifted, to almost alarm, "What, what did you say? How do you know my name, Miss?" Sheila stepped back a little, but I was now smiling, as I had realized I had nothing to conceal; not now, not with my changes, and new name, and even my long hair and the new breasts. I was no longer the Michael she had known, and had driven with, in the Audi several months ago. The bike rack was still on the roof, though I hadn't used it in three or more months. A few months back, she had caught a ride with me to a bike club event; maybe it was five months ago. On that fifteen-minute car trip we had talked only a little, and of course, I could no longer speak in a tone that she would be familiar with. Even my license would no longer help, since it had my name as Sara Ward. I slowly extended my hand, "Sheila, yes, it is me, but I am no longer, ah, Michael, who you have ridden with, in this car. My name is now Sara, I am still using my last name though." I could see that she wasn't getting it; that I was Michael, but now I was presenting as a female. We had been friendly, but not close. The riding club had only two women; well now three, though I hadn't been on a trip in over three months. I considered how to help her, but my appearance had been markedly altered by the hair weave. "Sheila, I have transitioned, I now live my life as a woman. Several months ago I made a resolution, I was becoming a girl," I paused seeing was about to say something. She seemed to have relaxed, a bit, and I saw her shoulders dropped. "Sheila, I'm sorry, this has surprised you," I said, as I spoke quickly, but I paused before finishing. She seemed a little upset and her face changed, as she made a humpfing sound, then she spoke. Sheila breathed deeply. "I can see that something has occurred with you." She shifted on her heel. "But it is thoughtless to assume others will be alright with your decisions, 'Sara'. You can't simply say that, 'I am a girl now'. Shit Michael. Cisgender women have some contempt for those like you," I watched as she rolled her eyes, and pulled her handbag to her breasts. "You just decided to try out a new identity, and a dress, but, I guess," she paused, and she looked down a moment. I thought her rant was over. I stood quite still just listening. She wasn't done scolding me, "I called you, Mic, I should have said Sara," now she shook her head. "I shouldn't be speaking to you like this, but I have been a lesbian for years, actually, all of my life, and it is upsetting." She looked away, but again spoke, with a tone of malice. "There are unquestionable differences in life experience between cis and trans women, but you know this." She was looking at me intently, "Michael wouldn't have allowed me to bark at him, like I am now, at you Sara." She pointed at me, as she took a step closer; she was somehow upset seeing me as Sara. "I need, no," she paused and began to turn away. I heard her say, "I should be more compassionate," but she was looking towards the market door. "You are the first person I've actually known," she hemmed a little, "that has gone through this. We females are made to feel ashamed, some disgust about our bodies. Some people judge us on our hair," she pointed up at me, "Others hate it when we are bitchy, due to menstrual periods. Even some women feel shame, due to how their vagina's look for god sake. And don't even consider how we are expected to be, feminine, ready, willing; there are real and important issues to acknowledge, 'Sara'. Even now, as I look at you, we both standing in heels and pantyhose; we will be judged today, by others." She had lower the tone in her voice, though her focus was clear. "My politics, shit, I still need to alter my attitude," she seemed to be apologizing, "I am sorry Sara. Is it reasonable for you to allow me to, no, I apologized. I was about to spread some more bad ideas at you." She stopped talking and again crossed her arms over her chest, and I moved a bit closer. I stood allowing Sheila to consider us both a moment. Then I asked her, "Can you come over for a coffee? I live just a mile west of here, then we can talk." Though she had relaxed somewhat, and her hand came to touch my arm she said, "No, not today. Maybe I will in a week, or two Sara. I should not have gone hard-nosed on you. You need that? A bitchy lesbian, right?" Actually I needed more friends, so I did step close and extended my hand, "Yes, I need you still. Maybe you can help me, you know, get back on the bike. Now that my chest is healed the doctor will allow my riding." She smirked, "Yeah, but maybe it shouldn't be with that group." "Okay, and here is my number. Let's do get together, when you find an hour Sheila." She said goodbye, and I stood watching her walk towards the door of the market. The particulars of her opinions were never on my radar, or any of the other riders, when we were pushing up a hill together. I needed to understand her views and would study the feelings of the cisgender groups. I arrived at the office and realized that I hadn't locked the door last evening. Everything appeared normal and I set to work as my breakfast warmed in the small oven. - - - - - - - - - - - Cynthia had been keeping Lynn aware of her growing attraction and feelings. They were close friends, so this seemed normal. I was focused on a coding issue but I would think of her every few minutes. We hadn't been together in over a week, though she had called once, and the texts were numerous. After Noon, I received a text from Cynthia: 'where have you been?' I quickly responded: 'I am in my office, you?' She sent a follow-up text that she would stop by, since she was on the Green. I heard her on the stairs, some minutes later, and called out, "The door is open." Cynthia had never been here, and I saw a tentative look on her face, as she entered. I was around the corner in the file nook. "Sara, where are you?" she softly called out. I loved the sound of her voice; it wasn't a 'sing-song', more of a soft timbre with some drama. I moved back towards the doorway, and I smiled as I saw her looking at me. This was her first sight of my new hair and the simple, feminine work outfit. "Ah, wow, Sara," she said in a low screamed, "And shit, Sara, you are amazing to look at." she skipped across the wood floor. We embraced as her lips almost reached mine, but she pause and we moved about, trying to settle how this would begin, our kiss. Our noses rubbed along each other and then her tongue came to my lips, as her fingers moved to the sides of my face. Then my lips pursed as Cynthia's pressed hers to teach mine this sensual contact. As the subtle back and forth continued I knew we were both charged and I felt her hand drop and now she gently, sensually rubbed my bottom, as we kissed intimately. This woman loved me, and she was amazing; and we didn't release or pause for minutes, while her tongue now played in my mouth, as only a lesbian can. I felt her hand come up to my neck as I sucked on her tongue. Then she moved to play in my hair as her other fingers moved slowly down to squeeze my nipple, through my blouse and the lace brassiere. I heard her moaning, almost as if she was cumming. "All I want to be," she whispered, "is your lover, and to have you be my beloved. My beautiful Sara." Her fingers released several button of my blouse as her hands moved beneath my bra and now cupped my breasts. "Sara, please stay," she moaned into my mouth. "Stay and let me be with you, my lover," the delicate touch of her mouth had me quite aroused, but the door to the hall was still wide open, and the girls next door might easily see us. This was the longest kiss I had ever shared, and her ardor was not changing, as her sensual touch was leading us to getting sexual, here on the sofa. I loved her gentle kisses, and her tender touch, but I couldn't relax, knowing that Avery or Madison might wander by the open door. "Shhh," Cynthia said, as she stroked my back. "We're here now, and safe. I hope to never let anyone take you again." Cynthia wasn't stopping and I relented as we slipped to the leather sofa. I felt her lips kissing my neck, as her fingers pushed the lace cups low, and off of my breasts. She kissed one, and then took my left nipple into her mouth, as her hands slip to my waist, and she released the side zipper of my skirt. I relaxed with my eyes closed as she came back to my lips and she again explored my mouth; shyly kissing and caressing my breasts again. I moaned, "Cynthia, this feels so good, but the door," I felt her stand and I opened my eyes as she walked over and softly closed and locked the door. Then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse as she pulled it free of her skirt, and I saw her translucent lacy brassiere, and beneath the filigree, her deep-toned, areoles. Her fingers quickly released her clasp and the charcoal garment hit the floor. She was only wearing stay-up hose. I smiled seeing her naked sex this first time. She was shaved nearly clean, with only a small strip of hair just above her mons pubis. Cynthia's fingers now rubbed her mons as she approached, and I saw the moisture spreading, "I'm a hot mess now, Sara, its all for you. It is just us Honey. Are you okay, seeing me dripping like this? I took off my panties in the vestibule, for there is time for everything, and now is for us." She was now close and I stood as Cynthia's lips met mine, as her fingers reach to release the front clasp of my brassiere, and she other hand came to caress my throbbing nipple. She was kissing my face and my lips were seeking her mouth. I wanted more of her delicious kisses. I felt her moist tongue, rubbing across the tender skin of my small areolas, as her left hand dropped and tore my thong aside. Her fingers now held my sex. "Forget yesterday, and those others Sarah. That was the past; my body needs you now Honey." I dropped my fingers to touch her tuff of tight hair on her pubis and could feel the heat growing between her legs, and her pussy was slippery, as my fingers played at her labia. She spread her thighs inviting my exploration. Cynthia's mouth and lips continued to love my one breast, then attend to the other, while her hands slowly caressed my small penis. Her touch was so tender, so intimate, I moaned softly, "Yes Cynthia yes, oh god yes." She looked up, and into my eyes. "You have exquisite tits, Sara. Nice work doc." She held my left breast, cupping this new part of me, as her fingers squeezed the nipple, as I asked her, "They're okay, really? Not too small?" Cynthia kissed each, as I felt her shaking her head. "No, fuck no, just perfect, beautiful Sara." Now my fingers reached to her moist inner lips and she clamped her thighs together, then quickly released the pressure. "Like this," I said as she eased her legs open, the wet hole between her lips parted as my one finger slipped along the slit and into her pussy. I held the tip of my long finger, just at her girl opening. She moaned, "Yes, there Honey," as I gently pushed my finger inside her hot body, while I rubbed her clit with another finger. "I need to be here, with you Sara, ohh god, girl, yes," she whispered, "and you need to be here too," she cried softly. I felt her head roll back, as the surprise of her orgasm raced through her. "There, there, ohh, yes, Sara, yes, ahh god, Sara, my button," her legs began to quake, as I held Cynthia, enjoy this amazingly intimacy. She seemed to collapse into my arms. "Oh my god," she moaned as she continued to shake. I somehow held my lover, Cynthia, as she rolled into my arms. She kissed me sensually with my fingers still inside of her hot pussy. I reached with my other hand to cover her mons and then brought her sweet nectar to my lips. I looked at her now calm face, with her soft features so near, "I can cum from aggressive fucking too," she sighed, with her eyes still closed. "Good to know Cynthia, we will find the time, soon," I whispered. I still wondered if she could fill me, but I could await that fun. Now she seemed to comeback to awareness. Still beside her, with my eyes closed, she kissed me again and I released my hold on her sex. I felt her warmth, but then she moved, and walked a few steps away. I heard the bang of her heels as she stepped off the rug. "I have been carrying a special toy," I opened my eyes now and followed her with my eyes, on her sexy ass, "Here it is, been carried around in my bag Sara, just in case we met like this," I watched as she pulled her pantyhose up from her thighs and turned back having retrieved her bag. "It was quite hard, no pun girl, to find this model, at least for me, since this also comes with a harness. At home there are five or six others, you know, a small collection." As she walked back, I smiled reviewing her beauty, and the way she was rubbing her cocktoy. "I have been doing research, with this and the others dick-toys." I was now standing, nearly naked, as she embraced me. We both slipped down to sit on the sofa, and our hose rubbed together as our thigh touched. She was against my hip as she sighed, "Though right now," her hand came to grasp my sex again, "I would just love to eat you up Sara." She put the strap-on aside. I lay down against her and she moved me so that we could each tongue one another. She pushed the fabric band of my pantyhose further down about my thighs to my knees. In the soft afternoon light, her eyes were wide as she kissed my body that first time; my penis stirring as her fingers held my base. She kissed the head again and again, "Sara," a moan came from her mouth, "I'm finally between these lovely thighs, and my girl, sure seems to enjoy," she moaned softly, "being trapped with my pussy on her nose." I moved her slightly as I licked her wet groin, but had to pull her hose lower. She slowly pumped her hips as my tongue reached her clit again, and I now felt Cynthia's finger traced slowly, around my tight flower, as her moist tongue now licking my sex shaft. I felt my face was flush with embarrassment, as she gazed and played at my opening. I would let her plunder my secret opening. I gripped her knees to steady myself as her loving caused me to shiver, and I closed my eyes, hoping what she might do next, desiring her kiss and her lips."A little wider, Sara," she said in a sexy tone. Her slight finger tapping on my anal ring, as I spread my thighs wider, feeling truly exposed. "Sara, I love how you smell, the scent is so musky, and pink," and a second later, her fingers seemed to open my cheeks, and I felt the soft kiss of her tongue while her fingers pumped on my hardening penis. Having my legs spread open, exposed my pucker to her attention and view. I tried to relax, but it was difficult, as this was so new to me. I desperately hoped I wasn't smelly, but her mouth was clearly causing my arousal as my sex was engorged now. I hoped that I was clean and ready for her intimate wet kisses. Cynthia's fingers, traced the smooth skin of my deep cleft, and she used just one fingertip to lightly loop around my tight hole. It was an amazing tease, though I was so focused on the wet warmth of her pussy, moving slowly across my lips and mouth; yet I responded to her sexy kiss and tender touch. Then that smooth thin, and bold finger, pushed passed my ring, and I moaned loudly, moving her pussy from my mouth, so I could breath her fresh scent. Her finger went further, inside of my body, as her tongue played along my perineum. I was happy I had agreed to such a aggressive waxing last week, as she delightfully licked me. Her kisses and fingers sensitively loved the wrinkled, feminine skin between my smooth thighs. Her loving tongue continued, way beyond my previous experiences, with Angelica, George or Thomas. I wanted her to love me, but held little hope. Then that tongue, whooshed up and down, along my very wet cleft, and now she was pushing her second finger inside of my tingling, pucker-hole. Cynthia was taking me to a new place, and I inhaled, as her fingers slid from me and she gently circled and teased my newly essential love hole. I felt myself pull away involuntarily at her deep touch, but she quickly pulled my body back to her lips as her tongue entered my bottom. I was panting with excitement as her other fingers slid up and down my crack." "Oh my Cyn, oh I'm so, oh god, ahh," I moaned as she now had engulfed my penis in her warm mouth. I was so near a climax, and her loving mouth suckled my hard sex, while her fingers once again, continued to fuck me, slowly, and with a little more penetration.As her mouth licked the edge of my penis, I felt my sac tighten as my eruption began, filling her mouth, as I pulled her pussy to my mouth and my tongue, and I drank of her nectar. My orgasm seemed too great to describe, and I wondered if my release was too much. I then felt the ooze dripping onto my naked thigh, as Cynthia moved and breathed deeply. "Oh my god Sara, I want you again, love me again," the tip of my tongue was just touching her stiff clit, and I could see the hood had slip back. She was going to cum again. "Oh yes, hold it, just right, Sarah, there, I'm, ohh god yes," this climax was less intense but she went quiet, as I tried to remain still. "Oh shit, you, oh Sara, twice." She collapsed atop me. She shifted now and I could see my lover's eyes again, as she found my mouth, and our tongues shared the juices our bodies had created. Cynthia's hands came to hold my face, as she kissed me, then her hands dropped to fondle my breasts. When we could finally speak again, I opened my eyes to see her face so close to hers. "Was that alright?" she asked. My kisses would have to explain my deep felt joy. Cynthia was with me; my lover and she wanted me. Our loving afternoon would never leave my memory. She hugged me and then she paused to gently kiss me again, "I love you Sara." I watched as she stood, and rearranged her panty and the hose, then she said looking over at the desk. "What's this dress doing here?" She picked up the open box with my stuff that I hadn't taken home. I explained this and she turned and smiled. "Why not simply pitch these then. It's long ago and beyond us now, right?" She removed the dress, and the lingerie, "These are nice heels though, and what's this?" She held up the envelope, "I think it is a ribald video of my mischievousness, Cynthia. That I should have thrown away." I said as I stood and walked over to the desk. We stood with her holding the disc, "I might be fun, sometime to watch, though honey," she said. I smirked, "You already know the details, oh, there's my ring. I had forgotten about it." In the bottom of the box, beneath the flap was my diamond. Cynthia picked it up smiling. "Not a bad start Sara," she turned to kiss me quickly as she slipped the ring onto my left ring finger. "Do we need much more Honey?" I sighed softly. I looked to her, as she held me, "Maybe we don't Cynthia. Maybe this is perfect, but you might grow weary of me, and, there is this," I pointed at the cocktoy sitting on the table. She pulled me into a kiss; the taste in her mouth was of the two of us. "We can manage that," she said as the kiss continued, "We wouldn't be the first lesbians to rely on dildos to fuck us, right?" I considered her thought, I was a lesbian, but what did that mean? I was in love with a woman, and in my head I was 'almost' female, as I couldn't break myself further; Michael was gone, but these genitals remained. Cynthia could sense I was somewhere else. "Sara, my love, be with me, my lover, my woman. Stay clear of the doubt," her fingers were again holding my sex. "This bit can make us whole, not the other way, Honey." Her lips were on mine, and the sensual pleasure arose again, yet my small penis remained, soft, with her gentle caress. We stood quietly for a minute, "Really Sara, I meant it, when I slipped that ring onto your hand. I could be with you, married, maybe even make some babies, you know?" I hugged her, "Can that possibly be us? A married couple Cynthia?" She held me close, and whispered, "Please, Sara, consider this as us now. Not two separate, only as lovers. Maybe this is all for each of us. You have filled my imagination these past months, now I want to be yours, forever." Cynthia kissed me softly and I nodded gently. We left my Audi, and we walked across the Green to her Miata. In the middle of the square, she pause and kissed me again. I was happy, that she was there with me. We were two women in love, though in a public place, we could be ourselves. She reached for her phone, "Can we make a picture Sara? I want to send it to Lynn." Somehow I would need to deal with this. The woman holding me, loved me, and she was a close and dear friend to my old girlfriend. We posed and Cynthia snapped several images. After reviewing one she asked if I was okay. I smiled as she showed me the one she would send to Lynn, "I am just, well new to this girl stuff, Cynthia, so yes, do send it to her." She sensed something was off. "Sara, my love is here, with you. Lynn has been supportive of you these past months. You and I have each other now, and I truly hope, forever. Can you imagine us, as the future? We will take care of each other, you know, as we both know, we need someone. I know you had a randy time with that other, I mean Angelica, but you came back to me. She was mine now, as she wanted me, and I needed her too. The End of part Nineteen To be continued... by MadQuill