Abigail
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My worries began slowly at first then speeded up - friends and workmates
were settling into long term relationships in ever increasing numbers.
If the trend continued I would soon be the only singleton left sitting at
some sad singles bar.
Saturday night and I was at home! - alone, feeling sorry for self,
listening to Miyuu (what else?), researching; how do bisexual people cope
in a long term relationship...all this while couples were sitting on
sofas together and binge watching a Netflix or at dinner parties of two,
four, six, or some other unknown but even number.
And I had been wanting some of that for a while - not the dinner parties,
the other thing.
Don't get me wrong, I am not some desperate thirty-year-old shelf-person,
or a one nightist, I mean Monica and I were together for a few months.
And there was Brian before her - we lasted nearly as long. While I am
being so honest about everything I might as well admit I was the reason
for the breakup both times. I do it time and time again.
I find a perfectly nice partner - take Monica for instance - we reached
the stage of talking about buying an apartment, looking at furniture,
debating tile or laminate then my old unsuretyness kicks in. I remember
the day Monica was talking about what colour walls we should choose for
our bedroom, and all the while I am wondering if I chose the wrong
option, and I'm not thinking wall colour here - I mean am I meant to be
with a man? And I feel like I've cheated by just having the thought,
Monica deserves better than me.
My iPhone rings, its close to midnight and I do not recognise the
landline but answer anyway. Ray (ex-colleague Ray) says he is calling
from a bar, stranded in the city, without wallet, cards, phone. I should
have asked how he knew my number, I mean who even reaches out to a
coworker from a year ago? Instead I offer to go get him. As we talk I
check the text that pinged, an involuntary giggle escaped.
Then Ray is thanking me, said he had spotted someone he knew and would
get a lift, he wanted to buy me lunch to apologise for ringing at
midnight and my offering to help then hung up.
A couple of texts later he is buying me lunch in a trendy caf?. I had
saved my question "last night was random...how did you know my number?"
Ray blushed, drained his glass and claimed he just happened to have my
number on a scrap of paper in his pocket.
We talked about when we worked together other coworkers. "You still speak
to Monica?" I said, teasing. "You two speak recently?"
Ray kept his eyes on his empty wine glass. I was getting little tingle
down there, like I do when someone asks me out and I know I am going to
say yes. But not straight away.
"When did I speak to Monica?" Ray said, continued staring at his glass, I
stayed silent, he needlessly swallowed, noisily "perhaps sometime before
I spoke to you"
"Did Monica suggest you to call me for help?" I was enjoying his
squirming. Ray knows I am bi and some guys have a bit of a thing about
that, not that I am suggesting for a second Ray is one of those guys.
"I wanted to ask you out when we worked together but...well I am a bit
shy and I left it too long."
"All this is about that, the midnight phone call, texts, lunch, all to
tell me you wanted to ask me out last year." I paused, let out a soft
laugh, a kind laugh, to let him off the hook a little "You know Monica
and I still talk, text, right?"
"She told you I was phoning from home?" blushing Ray said.
I nodded and leant in for an it's okay kiss on his cheek. "While we were
talking."
Ray slipped off the hook and seamlessly into lunch-chat, the sort you
have with a friend. As we left the caf? I mentioned how good the food was
and slipped in how relaxed I had felt. "Perhaps that is because we know
loads more about each other than most first-daters."
Peacock Ray looked pleased.
"Abigail..." Ray rarely started a conversation with my full given name,
even rarer was talking after sex, we always silently spoon-to-sleep, that
is our thing. I wiggled into him and U-hmm'd. "If you need a different
type of, well friend, you know, I mean I don't want that to be a problem
for us."
"You mean if I ever need sex with a woman?"
"Yea...that. I mean I don't want to know anything about who or where,
just that it should not be a secret." Ray nuzzled into my neck. "Not be
something that might threaten us"
We had been dating and exclusive over a half-year - a record for me - and
everything; nights on the sofa, binge watching a Netflix, cooking Ray's
favourite dinner, laying in bed until lunchtime daydreaming together...
all those things that I had envied friends having felt a thousand times
better now they were my things as well. As I told Ray all this and that I
was not going to risk us by letting my bisexuality threaten what we have,
I felt Ray becoming aroused and me not far behind.
Ray and I reached the point in our relationship that had marked the
beginning of the end with Monica - my rental apartment was due for
renewal and Ray's bedsit was too small for two.
Out of the blue we are talking about buying an apartment in the city
centre, have an offer accepted on an apartment in CityTower - a twelfth
floor two bed and I was as ready for that. And so was Ray.
Whenever we are not working we are looking at furniture together,
debating tile or laminate for the living room, now I am the one talking
about what colour walls we could choose for our bedroom.
We are a couple, a real couple buying our home, even talking about where
we might retire to one-day. We agree on everything - like we have merged
into one. 'Ra-gail' I overhear friends call us when talking about who was
at a party. And we like that.
A week before we moved to CityTower all my worldly goods and me were
squeezed into Ray's bedsit. With only the bed, kitchen sink, and shower
accessible we spent a lot of time in bed, excitedly talking, mostly about
our new home. Ray spooned me, I was on my period and that was the time
when Ray knew I really enjoyed breast play, I mean really, really,
really, enjoyed.
In bed it was like we had been together for ever, had gotten past that
awkward new-partner, new-sex; is that okay, like this? stage.
I'm nearing my big one, I reach behind to bring Ray to the edge so that
we would finish together. I thought we knew everything that the other
liked until I reached for Ray's cock - missing in action, not there, Ray
was like - well like a woman, I let my hand wander across his groin.
What the hell I thought-gasped as I came, slid my hand back to where Rays
hands caressed my breasts while grinding my butt into Rays cock-less
groin "keep going" I begged over and over.
"Was that okay for you, okay like if I really was a woman?" Ray said as I
calmed, I could feel the moisture on my back as I turned to spoon Ray, he
had tucked his cock back between his legs. My once shy Ray thought it
would be fun to give me what he called his bi-surprise.
"Where did you get that idea?" I said as I thumbed his nipples the way it
drove Monica wild, then I hated myself for just thinking her name. If we
did this again I would need a feminine thought-name for Ray. I slid my
hand down Rays body to find his cock had returned.
"Internet," Ray said as I began stroking.
"I really liked what we did last night," I said as we took turns dressing
for work in the shower room. Ray asked would it be okay if he did it
again, I said, "Not okay...please consider it compulsory Ray," and
laughed.
"I'm Ray again?" He raised an eyebrow. I asked what he meant by that.
"Nothing...a silly heat of the moment thing."
"Tell me what I said." I would have put my hands on my hips to
demonstrate my impatience but we were scrunched together eating cereal
from one bowl.
"No big thing, you said don't stop now Monica. Just a slip of the
tongue."
I apologised several times, he giggled and said, "I'll take you confusing
my hands for hers as a compliment."
Being too close to look at each other seemed the perfect moment to say he
needed a female name for when we do that next time, for when I get truly
lost in the moment. He gave my knee a gentle squeeze, asked if I really
want there to be a next time. I laughed. "There had better be, I have
another three days before I finish my period"
Ray left for work, I did not waste a second of the half hour before I
needed to leave for my job. As I heard the lift doors closing I began
searching my boxes for my firm control panty girdle - the one that is
made from a sheer and shiny material, black, mid thigh length. I folded
it so that the brand label was on display. I swapped out Rays sleep
shorts under the pillow and set off for work.
We met at a caf? for dinner. "I can't wait to move," Ray said as we ate,
he was getting cabin fever - we both were. We declined wine when the
waiter arrived, a film we wanted to see was showing later - and a visit
to the cinema would put off going back to the bedsit until we were ready
to sleep. I was restless all through the film and began to regret the
panty girdle thing.
Had I overstepped, would Ray be shocked, would I be able to sneak them
from under the pillow, why had I put his sleep shorts in the
washer...round and round the thoughts went in my head.
"Look, Ray I have done something, a silly joke," I said as we walked home
and told him everything.
"You want me to wear your underwear in bed?" He sounded shocked, I
nodded, the world went blurry as tears filled my eyes making streetlights
look like stars. "And then repeat what we did last night?"
"It was a bad idea Ray."
"What? You think I am not good enough to wear your underwear now" Ray was
laughing, but a nice laugh, he gave my waist a little hug as we walked.
"Just my pants," I said, we kissed, "for now Mia." I knew he had heard
when he whispered Mia...Mia...cute.
Ray laughed when he pulled the panty girdle from beneath the pillow and
saw the label. "Mia...I like it...is that the brand name or did you sew
that label in to name me?"
Even in his small shower room the floorspace was barely enough to get Ray
into my panty girdle, he tucked himself back and under. I ran my hands
down his hips, across his groin, perfect in (almost) every way.
Grinding my butt into the slippery material felt wonderful and Ray/Mia
was both skilful and willing. I fidgeted around, slid my hand inside "let
me adjust you Mia" I eased his cock into his groin and settled back into
his spoon and said again. As I guided his hands to my breasts I began to
gyrate slowly into his groin. I knew Rays sex-breathing well enough to
pace my movements and feel his wet warmth just as I reached my own peak.
A week in Rays bedsit was long enough to make us appreciate everything
that our apartment in CityTower provided. We were a lift-ride away from
the biggest shopping mall in the city, Ray had a five minute tram ride to
work and I found local work as a barista.
Monica came to our housewarming party, she stayed over and Ray was making
coffee when she came into our kitchen. "I was surprised you came alone,"
Ray said as if it was a question, I silently mouthed No at him. "Was
Bethany working?"
Monica said she thought it not a good idea to mix her current partner
with her exe and alcohol in one room.
"It would have been fine, I mean we did that exact thing Monica." Ray
looked at me "perhaps we could go clubbing as a four some time"
"To VK? What do you think Abigail?" Monica said with a smirk.
"What is VK?" Ray said.
"That is not funny, it is a LGBT club Ray where I met Monica" I lipless-
smiled at Monica, squeezed my eyes a little, gave her the evils, she is
such a bitch sometimes.
Ray and I were getting dressed for a night out. "Where shall we go, do
you want to see what VK is like?"
"I don't think VK is a good idea Ray," I said.
"If you wanted to go there alone sometime, you know I would be okay with
that" Ray said, I stared at him "I wouldn't like it but I'd be okay..."
"Don't ever say that again Ray, Monica suggested VK to be bitchy, to
hurt." I had my serious face on. "Get it into your head that I do not
want other women. I only want you." I could see Ray was pleased at my
outburst, I softened my voice to near simper. "And Mia occasionally...if
you are okay with that."
"Mia thinks you only chose her because she is same size as you," Ray said
with a laugh.
"Stretchy pants fit anyone," I said returning the laugh. "Hold on a
second...what else has Mia been trying on?" I was laughing.
We had a meal, cinema, jazz bar night just like an old married couple.
That was the beauty of CityTower - one night we could act like an old
married couple, next night twenty-something clubbers, next night couch
potatoes.
On my morning shift days we left the apartment at the same time, other
times my shift began at lunch and other times I would be evening shift.
Ray cooked evening shift days and me the others.
I waited until I was on a weekend afternoon shift then hung one of my
dresses on the outside of Ray's closet as I dressed for work, left a
freshly laundered panty girdle on our bed. I sent Ray a message. 'I hope
Mia visits today, left a dress out I think she might like.'
'You hope Mia is here when you get home???'
I sent :-)
My house slippers were missing, I could feel my heart racing as I
barefooted it to the kitchen and threw my arms around Mia from behind.
"Is that my dress Mia?" I said letting my hot breath hit Rays neck, my
hands ran felt the waist of his panty girdle. "Who said you could wear my
clothes you bad girl?"
"You?"
"Just teasing, is it okay if I treat Mia like a girl." I kissed his neck,
he shuddered, asked did I really want him to wear the dress all night.
"Would you mind?"
"Only if you promise not to tell a soul."
"Who would I tell that I came home and discovered my boyfriend Mia
wearing my clothes?" I helped myself to a hug. "Dinner smells wonderful
Mia."
I swapped shifts following week to; Saturday morning, Sunday off. That
left me a few days to think about what I wanted Mia to be next time. Or
would have if Ray had not acted first.
"I have been researching online," Ray said one evening, he had discovered
men who wrote about wanting their wives to encourage them to crossdress,
and women who wrote about feminising their husbands.
"Husbands and wives?" I threw a blush, giggled, and bedroom voiced,
"Wait...are you proposing?"
Ray returned the blush. "As far as the crossdressing scene goes read
boyfriend / girlfriend for husband / wife," he said adding that we could
talk about the other thing another time.
Ray certainly had researched - some pages bookmarked, a list of fiction
in his history. I skimmed the bookmarks. Men getting caught wearing
female clothing was the theme in a couple of online stories Ray had
bookmarked.
"Are you still awake Ray?" I said as I wriggled tighter into his spoon.
"I was thinking about those stories...do you think some couples use them
as role play."
"Perhaps," Ray said, his hips backed away slightly when I asked if he
thought role play would be fun.
I snuggled back in, felt his cock in my back, his hand on my hip, his
breathing deepen. "Print out something for me that we could role play."
On a weekend without work or friends dropping by I braved the Saturday
morning crowds - more window shopping than just-been-paid shopping. I
walked toward CityTower and the lunch Ray was cooking.
I kicked off my street shoes, shuffled into my house slippers...
"Who is it?" Ray called out, he sounded nervous.
"Me, were you expecting someone else?" I walked through to the kitchen,
took a wine glass from the cupboard, breathed in the mouth watering
spagbol aroma.
"Don't come in," Ray called from the bathroom.
Why do people say that? I opened the bathroom door, gasped, Ray stood at
the bathroom sink facing the mirror with his cock in his hand.
"I can explain Abigail," Ray said as he turned toward me, his mini skirt
was pulled up, too late his hand moved away from his cock, he had already
passed the point of no return.
I still had the wine glass in my hand and quickly stepped forward, caught
his cum in it as his cock pumped and pumped.
I could see my pink bra beneath my diaphanous white blouse he had teamed
up with my favourite stretchy mini, as I lowered my eyes sheer holdups
came into view, then a pink thong around his ankles and finally the
highest heels I own. His empty cock continued to jerk in mid-air.
"Oh I know you will explain, but first tell me what do you call yourself?
Surely not Ray."
"Let me change then I'll explain everything Abi...please." Ray was
blushing. "Mia." I pretended not to understand. "I call myself Mia, I'll
change."
"Lunch is nearly ready Mia, pull your panties up and we can eat." I held
out the glass, smirked. "Enjoy your pre lunch cocktail Mia." Mia looked
horrified. "I said enjoy."
Mia took the glass. "Please don't Abi"
I stared, smiled, waited. Mia emptied the glass, swallowed as I said,
"Did you think I would not notice my clothes had been moved, I have been
watching your games for a while now Mia." I smiled. "I'll put the pasta
on while you sort your clothes out." I laughed "you look so cute Mia,
planning to go clubbing?" I walked to the pile of towels folded on a
shelf, took out the camera nestled in them. Rays eyes widened.
We sat leisurely forking pasta. "You really are a wonderful cook Mia."
"Thank you Abigail." Mia sipped his wine. "Can we talk about the
glass...and the camera. They weren't part of the role play plan."
"You looked so shocked Mia, kudos for how you necked it." I giggled, Mia
shuddered as I talked about how willing he was to drink his cum. "One
small step away from giving a blow job, are you getting hard thinking
about that Mia?"
I leant across, laughed as he put a hand in his lap. "Let me take care of
that for you."
"I am NOT hard Abigail."
I laughed again, nicely this time. "Shame I was going to..." I formed an
0, bobbed my head. As Mia removed his hand his skirt tented, I set Mia's
home movie playing on the iPad then set to work on his cock.
He wanted to delete the video. "I don't think so Mia," I said, isn't
being forced to do stuff what my feminised boyfriend fantasises over.
Mia said, "In role play pretending to be forced does not require a
blackmail video."
"Are you still talking about role play?" I confessed I found having the
video a real turn on. "I mean its not like I would really show them to
anyone."
"Okay then."
"Please do not interrupt Mia, you did not let me finish," I said, Mia
relaxed, I did what Ray calls my 'evil smirk' "as I was saying its not
like I would really show them to anyone...unless Mia is being difficult
and refuses to do something I want her to do."
"Them?" Ray had picked up on my plural-tease, I laughed, said I needed a
shower. When I walked into the living room an aroused Mia was watching
the bathroom video again "can I see the other Mia videos?"
"Shall we watch a film before we go out," I said, Mia looked up, saw my
outfit. "With both of us dressed to impress it would be rude not to go
clubbing." I wore my second favourite clubbing clothes as Mia still wore
my favourites.
"Out? You mean with me dressed like this?"
"Dressed like that you would drive the men wild." I snuggled into Mia on
the sofa, her shampoo, her body spray, her stockinged legs against mine.
"Would you mind if we stayed in tonight Mia?" I kicked off my heels, used
a toe to flip Mias' heels off then tucked my legs under me and pulled a
throw over our legs. I had never really spoken about this side of me to
Ray, well why would I have, two girls settled into binge watching a rom-
coms was something I never expected to be a half of again.
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