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All for Charity (Part 2) -- Susie's Story
Susie decides to move back home to rekindle an old romance
Preface
Susie watches her friend Ben walk up to the stage. He was receiving an
award for having raised the most money that night for the American Heart
Association's gala. Susie was so proud of Ben. She had spent a lot of
time with him these past few weeks, organizing fundraisers and contests
to raise the money and, most of all, helping him prepare for this very
special night. He looked amazing, she thought, as she watched him walk
past her and to the steps to the stage. But the feeling Susie had was
more than pride, more that happiness for her friend: she felt a longing
for Ben. She spent many close moments with him recently. She had worn
some of his clothes a couple of times. She'd been alone with him and
seen him almost naked. She'd even kissed him twice. And she had
faithfully kept his most intimate secret.
Yes, Susie was in love. There were many strange things about this
feeling, however. Ben wasn't the tall, muscular type you typically saw
in men's magazines and advertisements. He was smallish for a man, and
while she was a bit tall for a woman, she had noted on more than a few
occasions that Ben was about the same size and build as she. He didn't
have a beard -- far from it! She and Ben weren't dating; in fact Ben
was married. Married to Susie's best friend, Ann.
But most odd of all was that, in addition to being in love with Ben,
Susie was jealous. She was jealous of the outfit he was wearing: He
looked so hot in the red gown she helped him buy, with the lone bare
shoulder and the sexy side slit on the floor-length hem of the dress.
He rocked the five inch sequined heels that accented the dress. Susie
wanted to wear that dress, to slip on those heels, to feel the eyes that
were following him to the stage with a mixture of admiration and lust.
To most of the audience, Ben was Jennifer -- Jennifer Hart -- who was
beautiful inside and out. To Ann, Susie and a few others at his table,
they knew that Jennifer was a man. (In fact, Susie had helped Ann come
up with the name "Jennifer" for him. Since his name was Ben and Ben
Affleck and Jennifer Garner were an item at the time, "Ben/Jennifer"
seemed like the perfect name for him. He was both at the same time; a
true "Bennifer" if there ever was one.)
Susie was jealous that Jennifer looked more seductive than she did that
night. How could this be? she thought. "Here you want to tear that
dress off of his body, to make love to him while your lipsticks meld
together. But you also so much want to wear the dress he's wearing, to
show that you're more beautiful than him, sexier than him. Which one is
it Susie? Do you want him as a sexy boyfriend or as the girlfriend you
share everything with, even clothes?" Truth was, she wanted both. But
she knew she couldn't have him. He belonged to Ann. He wouldn't cheat
on her, and she wouldn't do that to Ann. Susie's only solace was that
she knew she would, eventually, get a chance to wear that red gown. She
always got to wear Jennifer's clothes.
The Decision
It's been 9 months since that night, since Susie realized that she was
in love with her best friend's husband. Ann got a new job and they
moved to a new town. Ben works from home and spends at least half his
time as Jenny. He works part time in a nail salon where they only know
him as Jenny. It's just for fun. It was a happily ever after story --
just way too R-rated to be a children's fairy tale. And not a story
that involved Susie.
Her mind wandering in that realm again, Susie spies the clothing that
Jenny kept at his house. Jenny left most of it with her, as he compiled
a new everyday wardrobe for his new life. There's the green dress. It
was the first one he bought and still one of her favorites. She gets
compliments on it at the office many times. She has to control the urge
to say, "Thanks, but I'm just borrowing it from Ben" to those who knew
him.
There is the yellow dress. That's the dress he wore the first time she
kissed him. Full on the lips, like a boyfriend. She was stupid to have
fallen in love with him. She knew he was Ann's and that he loved Ann.
But that day, he was nervous and vulnerable. She slipped from being his
friend to wanting to be his lover. The kiss was wonderful. Especially
when he kissed her back. She wanted that so much, and it was great to
know that he wanted her too, if only for a moment.
He looked really hot in that yellow dress at the casino. Susie loved
that night -- how she, Ann and Ann's sister, Catherine, wore sexy yellow
dresses too. She loved watching Jennifer nervously try to fit in at the
casino, how she reluctantly flirted with the man at the blackjack table,
and when she stumbled into his arms after drinking too many of those
free cocktails to calm his nerves. Susie so loved pushing Jennifer just
beyond his comfort zone. Nervous and vulnerable were sexy to her.
Truth be told, Susie also successfully pushed Ann that night -- pushed
her to get Jennifer out in public, pushed her to be the seductress that
evening, and subtly suggested the threesome between them than night.
The bedside was such a mess of bras, panties and skin-tight dresses when
morning arrived!
Also there is her white bikini. She had loaned it to Jennifer for the
weekend at the casino. She nearly peed her panties when he wore it,
both Saturday and Sunday. She often thinks of the sight of him, laying
out to tan, wearing big sunglasses, a cute floppy hat and her bikini.
Oh how she was filled with a secret pride that he was wearing her
swimsuit; to know that the parts that had touched her intimate places
were now nuzzled tightly on his intimate places. It was innocent
(girlfriends share clothes all the time) and naughty (but they
definitely don't share this way) at the same time. Maybe that's why she
never told Ann the bikini was hers. Maybe that's why she still keeps a
photo of him in the bikini re-doing his nails poolside in a strawberry
pink. It was the same pink he painted her nails with the first time she
saw him dressed.
Susie never wore the bikini again. She couldn't bring herself to do it.
It somehow was "his" even though she had only loaned it to her. (She
can't keep the pronouns straight. Ben was both Jenny and Ben at the
same time.) Now, Susie keeps the bikini pinned on a hangar in her
closet. On more than a few occasions, she's hung it in view and touched
herself to climax. More often than not, she fingers herself with the
same strawberry pink nail polish, telling herself that the hand is
Jenny's, not her own.
Staring back at the green dress, Susie realizes that she's lonely. She,
not Ann, was the one who pushed Jenny to her life now. If she hadn't
made the suggestion that first night, and if she hadn't teased Ben so
seductively at work, Ann probably would have dumped him. Could he have
become hers, then? No, probably not. More likely, he would have
promised to give up cross-dressing to win Ann back. (Even then, he
probably couldn't actually do that. More likely, he would have
retreated into secrecy and shame in his cross-dressing.) He loved Ann
too much to leave her. He loved Ann, even when Susie was convinced that
he sometimes loved her too. No, Bennifer never would have been hers.
Then again, if she hadn't teased him, she wouldn't have realized how
much she is turned on by a feminine guy. She likes that, more than
"just" a woman. No, she doesn't want a woman; she wants a guy. Just a
guy that she can dress up (and maybe share clothes with, if she's
lucky). A guy that can be both her boyfriend and her best girlfriend.
Susie vows to move on. If Ann can find someone like Bennifer, she says,
so can she. After all, she deserves happiness. Pouring herself her
second drink of the night, Susie begins to take stock in the possible
guys. There's Steve at the gym. No, Steve is 100% guy. Sports and
muscle cars all the time. Besides, his frame is too big and hairy; he
would look ridiculous in a dress. There's Peter, the British guy in the
office. Everything he says sounds so sexy in that accent. She can
imagine him saying, "Do I look ravishing in this skirt?" But Peter is
engaged. He's no good. She thinks of Tony. He's her boss, however.
That would be too weird, and it definitely is against company policy.
Bowie, the guy at Starbucks, is already a little femmy. He definitely
takes after his namesake David Bowie. But she thinks he's gay. He
fancies men, not her. Plus, Susie wants to be in control. She wants to
be the one to push her guy along his road to femininity. Bowie doesn't
need any pushing; he is practically there.
As she finishes her second drink, and then her third, Susie's thoughts
come back to Jennifer. She rushes upstairs and opens Jennifer's closet
again. She reaches out with determination, pulling out the red ball
gown Jennifer wore at the gala. She runs with it into her room,
stumbling slightly from the alcohol, a tear welling up in her eyes.
Susie strips her clothes off quickly, tossing them in a pile on the
floor. She puts on a strapless bra, but no shapewear and no panties.
She won't be needing them right now. She then wiggles into the red
gown. The striptease gets all the attention, she thinks, but sliding
oneself into a tight fitting gown is just as sexy. She recalls helping
Jenny get into this gown that night, how he was so cute in his
excitement to be wearing it after so much buildup. "Yes, Jenny, this is
such a sexy gown," she says out loud as she slips it onto her own body.
"You really look amazing; your hair pinned up in that updo, Tina's ruby
teardrop earrings and matching necklace, and your red nails." As she
says this, Susie pulls the zipper up on the dress. She slides her feet
into a pair of five inch dress heels, with an open toe. They're not the
same ones Jenny wore that night, but they will do the trick. Sitting
down to put on her makeup, she again thinks of Jenny. "Oh my, Jenny,
you have the longest eyelashes. Close your eyes so I can put this
shadow on you. It has a tiny bit of glitter, just enough to make your
eyes stand out. Ann and I will be wearing the same shade tonight, just
like we're triplets."
Finally all dressed up in Jennifer's gown, Susie heads down the stairs.
She lifts the right side of the floor length gown, raises her head and
(carefully) descends the stairs. She feels just like the princesses do
in those fairy tales, just like Jenny probably did as she left the stage
after receiving her award. Downstairs, Susie takes a seat on the arm of
her sofa. She turns sideways and lifts her left leg (where the slit is)
up onto the sofa, carefully placing the heel down so as not to snag her
furniture. Still thinking of Jenny, Susie slides her left hand to the
open slit and down between her legs. As she begins to rub herself, her
mind recalls a fantasized version of her interactions with Jenny. In
this version, she doesn't stop Jenny from removing the power suit from
her body that first evening they were together at her house, she lets
him smell the new perfume she sprayed while he was changing. "Oh,
Jenny, yes, keep rubbing my breasts. Slide your hands lower. Yes,
there. Oh, my!" In this version, she doesn't stop him from continuing,
she doesn't merely touch herself to finish. In this version, that
evening leads to more, to an amzing night of sex and a long remance. It
leads to two women in a car outside a casino where she kisses Jenny --
and he kisses back. But she doesn't send him inside the casino to meet
up with Ann. They drive away instead. Off to a B&B to be alone.
As Susie is moving closer to her climax, something strange happens.
Suddenly, her mind is no longer thinking of Jenny. She's not with him
in the kitchen. They're not on their lover's getaway weekend. No,
she's much younger. She sees a nervous teenager, tanned from the summer
and still smelling of the chlorine from the pool. She has on her
favorite denim skirt. The one she only wore when she wanted to look
cute for a boy. And she was sitting next to a boy at that moment. She
was older than the boy, supposedly more experienced than him, and
supposedly the dominant one in their budding relationship. But the
butterflies in her stomach belied all of that. She was just an innocent
young schoolgirl, wearing schoolgirl shiny pink lip gloss, hoping to
have her first sexual experience with a boy. "Charlie," she whispers,
"I'm sorry. I would never embarrass you. I just want to be with you.
It was a way for me to be with you, to have you close to me."
The boy, like her, has pink toenails. At her urging, he painted both of
their nails matching pinks yesterday. The boy has done a lot of things
at her suggestion: trying on dresses at the mall, letting her do his
makeup, wearing a bikini. Young Charlie always looked so cute in his
embarrassment.
"Charlie, I find you attractive when you do those things with me.
There's nothing wrong with that, is there? There's certainly nothing
wrong with a boy who is as pretty as you. You're prettier than your
sister, you know?"
Susie's younger self takes the boy's hand. "Oh, Charlie, touch me.
Touch my breasts. Kiss me, Charlie. Taste my lip gloss (will you let
me put it on you later?). Oh, yes, Charlie. Yes. YES!"
When she finishes, she her mind turns back to Charlie. Charlie was the
sweet boy next door. The little brother to her friend. The boy (and
girl) who had lost his father in the war, who was on the way to losing
his mother too -- to alcohol addiction brought on by her husband's
death. She hasn't seen Charlie much these past few years. But, Susie
decides right there, she's going to see him -- and a lot of him -- soon.
Dinner -- and a New Beginning
Susie did not delay in putting her plan into action. She knew she
couldn't call Charlie directly. No, that was too bold, too likely to
fail. It's been a long time since she saw Charlie. He surely had
changed. She can't just go marching into his house, flaunting a denim
skirt and glossy pink lip gloss and seduce him like it was 10 years ago.
You can't recreate the past, she knew. No, certainly not. But she knew
she had to try to find the future she wanted.
Pulling out her phone, Susie texted her old friend Tina. They arranged
for a dinner back in her home town that very Friday. That was where
Susie would find out what Charlie was up to. That was where she would
put the plans in her head into action.
Friday finally arrived. Susie had taken the day off work and traveled
home to see her Mom. That morning, she got dressed in the outfit she so
carefully planned. As she slid Jennifer's green dress over her head,
she couldn't suppress her smile. It fit her so well. Hard to believe
that it was borrowed (and borrowed from her best friend's husband to
boot!). She clipped the thin leather belt tight. Susie loved dresses
with belts. They highlighted a woman's curves, accentuating that
hourglass shape without being slutty like a corset. As Susie secured
the belt, her hand nervously caressed the fringe dangle of the belt.
She thought of Jennifer, wondering if he somehow had selected this dress
aware of Susie's fascination with belts. He had seen her wearing them
so often at work. Did he notice? Or was it subconscious on his part?
Maybe he selected that dress on that day because it was sexy to him? Or
maybe, she hoped, it was sexy to him because it made him think of her.
As she smoothed the skirt of the dress, Susie's thoughts turned to
Charlie. Back then, her adventures with Charlie never involved anything
like this dress. She was just a teenager then; back then, everything
was pinks, sunflower yellows or baby blues. Would he be attracted to a
green like this? It wasn't a kelly green. No, it was more of a pastel,
almost a muted turqoise. She sure hoped he could like it as much as she
did -- and that he would look as cute in this color as he did in those
pinks when he was 15.
Susie did her makeup, all the while thinking of Charlie. Would he like
this shade of eye shadow, this lipstick, this look, she wondered. She
selected a necklace and earrings, but quickly tossed those aside. No,
not right, she thought. She tried another, and another, and another.
Nothing had the look she wanted, the look she needed. Finally, she
closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "Focus, Suze. Focus. He's
not even going to be there tonight." After a moment, Susie went back to
the first necklace and earrings. The large white triangular stones
accented the dress just right. The matching dangling earrings cropped
her face just so. As if words could convince herself, she declared,
"perfect."
Susie slid on her white sandals. She had carefully painted her toenails
strawberry the night before. She grabbed her white clutch, checked its
contents and headed out the door. Today, Susie had a present for
herself -- a manicure.
At the nail shop, the Asian lady doing her nails tried to make small
talk. She commented on the polish she brought, an Essie polish named
"Turquoise & Caicos." It was so nice, she said. Matches your dress,
she commented. But that's not what Susie heard. Instead, she heard
Jennifer. "This is a nice color," she heard Jennifer say. "Matches my
dress well, don't you think?"
"I'm so glad you like my dress," Jenny continued, "don't tell Annie, but
I picked it because of you. Yes, it reminded me of you when I bought
it. I guess there was a part of me that always wanted to get inside
your clothes, don't you think, Suze? And when you wore that to work the
first day after our adventure, you drove me crazy all day. I so wanted
to take you into my office, push you down on my desk, slide that dress
off of you, and make love to you right there. Of course, if I had done
that, I would have worn the dress myself afterward, leaving you to go
naked or wear my shirt and tie. Yes, every bit of my clothing that you
wore to work was pure temptation, Susie. Pure temptation."
Susie closed her eyes and shook her head slightly. When she opened
them, the Asian lady reappeared before her. A few minutes later,
however, she heard another voice, this time Charlie's. "Turquoise &
Caicos. Funny name. Have you been there Susie? It would be great to
go together. It would be like that summer at your pool. We could get a
private cabana on the beach, you in a turqoise bikini, letting me do
your fingers and toes while you sipped a drink with a tiny umbrella in
it. But you will have to show your appreciation by doing my toenails
while I stroke myself. What do you say, Suze?"
Thankfully, Charlie's question just about ended the manicure. Susie
paid her technician, giving her a way too large tip, just to get out of
there.
She went straight to the restaurant. Tina was right on time, as usual.
Gosh, she looked beautiful. Tina's hair was down, with soft flowy curls
shaping her face. She looked like a vision. Of course, Tina always was
put together, always with everything in its place -- even when her life
was in shambles. Susie couldn't help but wonder whether the adult
Charlie could look so beautiful. It runs in the family, right?
During dinner, they caught up on their lives. Tina explained how she
and Charlie stayed in town, how she was the manager at Darcy's now, how
everything was a thousand percent better than in 2008. (Susie's mood
perked a little at the mention of Charlie. "Stay cool," she told
herself).
Susie explained about her job in the big town. She said that the work
was fine, and explained that she had gained a few good friends. But,
her best friend moved away, and she was feeling a bit homesick now. So,
she declared, she was coming back home. (Of course, she left a little
out of the story, but she couldn't tell Tina everything, at least not at
this stage.)
As the meal was winding down, Susie finally culled the courage to ask
about Charlie. "So, what's up with your brother?" she said, trying to
be as nonchalant as possible.
"He's fine," Tina replied. "He works at a startup. Some social,
environmental app or other. I'm not really sure. It's great, because
they're really flexible and he can basically set his own hours."
"That's wonderful. Tell him hello for me. " Then, after a pause that
she hoped was enough. "It would be great to see him sometime."
"I think he might like that. He's in this awful relationship right now.
She's so overbearing and very jealous. She probably wouldn't let him
even look your way. Not when you're such a hottie!" They both laughed
at Tina's comment.
Tina tried to steer the conversation elsewhere, but Susie quickly came
back to Charlie and his girlfriend. She just had to know. Now or
never.
"Why would she be jealous of me? Doesn't she know that he was the
annoying little hanger-on when we were growing up? I mean, really. If
she only knew, right?"
"Well," Tina explained, "it doesn't matter. Connie is jealous of
anything. Heck, she's jealous of me. Thinks I'm too close with him.
It's weird. And annoying, certainly."
"But, no, she certainly doesn't know THAT," Tina added.
This made Susie smile. "If she only knew, right? I mean, what Charlie
used to do was hardly boyfriend-girlfriend stuff, am I right?" Then,
after another pause. "Does Charlie ever talk about those days? I mean,
I hope he's not angry or embarrassed or something."
Tina tried to shake off the question. "Oh, he's fine, I'm sure. We
don't really talk about that stuff. We were just kids."
"Yes, kids. Although he was so cute back then. I bet he's really
pretty these days."
"Pretty?"
"You know," Susie tried to explain, "handsome. Pretty. Like Johnny
Depp. Or David Bowie."
"I'd go more with Leonardo DiCaprio, when he was that age."
"Oooh! I had such a crush on him!" Susie declared, "Maybe this Connie
should be jealous!" Susie laughed, but looked at Tina's reaction, just
to see.
"Well, look, it may not matter. The dope seems to be stuck in this
relationship. Why I can't tell."
The conversation wasn't going quite like Susie planned. She backed away
and went silent. By this time, the server had cleared the plates, and
was asking about dessert. They both declined.
Susie put her hands together and placed them on the table. That's when
Tina, trying to make conversation, complimented Susie on the color.
"Thanks," Susie replied, "it was my friend's. He -- she gave it to me."
Tina heard that little slip, but let it go. "Well, it's very nice. And
matches your dress. Did you do them yourself?"
"No," Susie laughed, "I went to someone here. Not real happy though. I
hope there's a good place to get your nails done around here. If I move
back and all."
"What about you?" Susie asked. "Yours are beautiful. Where does one go
around here to get your nails done?"
Tina tried the standard, "Oh, I do them at home" line, but it came out
as "I get them done at home."
"Get them done? I thought you said ...." And then, Susie smiled. She
leaned in. "Does -- Is -- Is it like before, Tina? Does Charity do
them for you?"
Tina nodded, ever so slightly. "But you can't say that I said that!
Swear to me."
"Oh, I swear. Don't you worry." And then she whispered, "But I do hope
Charity will take on another customer." And with that, Susie knew she
was going to be happy back home.
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